Rey attempted to keep Kylo Ren and Ben Solo far from her mind, but she could only protect herself while conscious. They slipped into her mind through her dreams, visiting her in the only land that she had a relationship with peace in.

Some nights there was snow, the delightful pieces of frost and white that she had never experienced before, only the harsh tundra of Hoth filling her memories. Occasionally, Kylo Ren appeared, chasing away the images of Ben Solo and bearing hot sand in his hands and underneath his feet. Rey would drive him out of her pleasant land, forcing flowers and grass from her finger tips to counteract the brutal sand that reminded her so much of Jakku, lonely and unforgiving.

Other times there was Ben Solo, a younger and much more caring version of the dark figure that haunted Rey's mind. Ben did not speak much, and when he did, he whispered tales of his ancestry, stories of the parents Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker never knew, stories of the bandit days of Han Solo, no trace of bitterness in the words of Ben Solo's father, only grief. In moments such as those, Rey would hold Ben Solo with a tenderness that only that of a lover could provide, and Ben Solo's lips would trace apologies on her skin as tears began to flow from his tender and aching eyes. In moments such as these, Rey would feel no pity but rather anger and disgust towards the Supreme Leader for turning such an innocent boy into a murderous monster.

She loathed herself for the selfishness that she presented in these moments, the love that she possessed but was never able to shed was poured out onto the gray Ben Solo, and she detested herself for not following the Jedi code more closely, shame flooding her system as thoughts of what her Master would think if he knew often entering her mind. When she reached such a vulnerable state, it was Ben Solo's turn to gather her in his arms, stroking the hair that had come loose from the rigid buns atop her head, lavishing touch after touch upon the skin that flinched away from the most miniscule of brushings due to the banishment and tremendous period of exile. It took hour after hour, night after night alone with Ben Solo for Rey to relax, to succumb to the caressing hands and lathering touches, but once Kylo Ren showed up, the bubble was burst, and Rey was back to the defensive and aching scavenger that he saw her as.

Kylo Ren marched into Rey's apartment five days after their physical encounter, his eyes searching for the scavenger that his lust desired so. He found her on the floor of the living room, meditating as a holopad floated a few inches from her face. She appeared to have taken no notice in him as the holopad continued to float without waver, even as he took several steps towards him.

"What do you wish today?" The scavenger startled him with her calm voice, her eyes remaining shut as a second holopad rose to join the first.

"There are many things I wish," Kylo Ren spoke from behind his mask, a smirk crawling on his face with his words. Amusing was it that his plan was already in action, and the infuriatingly beautiful woman in front of him did not suspect a thing.

"Today, however, we begin training," He continued, "The impractical ways that you have continued to practice will cease, and you will learn to reign in on your emotions and use them to your will."

"I will do no such thing, so it would be wise of you to exit the room," Rey spoke, her eyes finally fluttering open to glare at the masked figure that she was familiar and foreign. Defiance stood clear in her features, a signature look that was ever present on every member who ever stood to defy those who were Dark, those who were in control and ever powerful.

"If not today, then tomorrow," Kylo Ren insisted, "I am patient, and I will continue to demand until one day you give in. You will understand what you have been denying yourself and will beg for me to instruct you."

Rey carefully set the holopads down, restraining herself from flinching at Ren's words. In the previous night, Ben Solo had mentioned something hauntingly similar about patience, but in that instance, he had been regarding the shield and veil of protection that she surrounded herself with, even in his presence, too afraid for the return of Kylo Ren to allow herself to give in fully to the beautiful and blissful touches of the unblemished Ben Solo.

"As you wish," Rey retorted back, standing up and moving away from the man, walking towards the kitchen. She felt his wandering eyes on her, tracing down her back and landing on her toned legs, erupting shivers down her spine. The girl opened the fridge, glancing at the masked figure out of the corner of her eyes. She was taken aback at the innocent and solemn look on his face, wondering when he had removed the mask from his head.

"Rey?" He asked softly, his tone different from the harshness that had encompassed it only seconds before.

"Ben?" She took a step towards him, cautious and searching for tricks and manipulation.

"It seems that the time you have been spending with me in Ren's unconsciousness has given me room for freedom," He remarked, stepping closer to the girl and holding his hands up, palms facing her, to calm the startled Rey.

"I don't know how long I have here," He murmured, encircling her with his long arms as she stood frigid, "Please believe me when I say it's me."

"How often will this occur?" Rey asked, her eyelids fluttering shut as Ben Solo's mouth travelled to her hair, kissing her gently before moving the dark strands aside to kiss at her pulse point.

"I don't know," He confessed, "But I'd rather not talk about it at the moment." He gave thanks to her skin, worshiping the inches he could reach with his mouth, sending prayers of praise over her clothes in the most sensual of ways. He slid the tunic sleeves down her arms, smiling as she gave herself fully to him. He turned her so that his front was pressed entirely against her back, his hand reaching out to caress her collarbones and down to the soft flesh of her breasts. Rey's breathing became labored as Ben Solo cupped one of her beautiful mounds in his hand, rolling the sensitive bud between his unskilled but learning fingers. He smothered Rey's cry with his lips, gently entering her mouth with his tongue, the domineering and demanding nature of Kylo Ren shedding away to reveal the naïve and lovely nature of Ben Solo.

Rey arched into his touch as his other hand began a decent towards the aching regions of Rey that were alive and on fire. The trail of his hand burned scars into her skin, reminding her that this was the gentle touch of the man she had begun to burden with her love. His hand stroked her most sensitive bud through her leggings, earning a rewarding cry from Rey as her eyes rolled back into her head. She ground herself into his hand, attempting to gain more friction as both his hands slowed, performing lazy circles on her aching and awaiting flesh. Rey cried out in anticipation and eagerness, digging her nails into Ben Solo's shoulders as she tried to reach that awaiting precipice that she had fallen over just a few short days ago.

"Ben," She gasped, her eyes flying open as he swung around and knelt in front of her, ripping her tunic and leggings from her lithe body. He raised a dainty, callused foot onto his shoulder, maintaining eye contact as his mouth lowered to gently suck on the source of the pleasurable sensations. Rey tangled her fingers in Ben Solo's hair, mewling as his tongue circled her sensitive bud, two of his fingers entering her to bring forth more nerve ending feelings. Rey succumbed entirely as his fingers scratched once, twice, a third time over a spot centered deep inside her, sucking intensely to bring her to homeostasis. Rey balanced on the edge, but fell instantly after meeting Ben Solo's eyes with her own as he sucked one last time and stroked over that special spot once more. Her thighs clenched around his head, and he decreased his motions, bringing her through her second ever release and easing her gently back into reality. He summoned a new tunic and leggings along with a pair of underthings from her closet using his Force powers, dressing her gently and slowly as Rey came back to her surroundings.

Ben Solo stood to his full height, the back of his hand coming up to brush against Rey's cheek, gently fingering her eyelashes as she closed her eyes to lean into his touch. He lowered his face to her height, kissing her hair, her eyes, and then, her lips sensually, taking his time as if memorizing every inch that his lips touched. His mouth brushed hers softly for a few moments, neither moving as they stood at a standstill, pleasant and comforting in each other's presences. Finally, they both parted, and Ben Solo gave a tumultuous smile, picking up Kylo Ren's helmet from where it had been laden upon the floor.

"I'm going to go back to his chambers now," He spoke, his voice low as if it were filled with gravel, "It would be better for you and I if he were alone when I disappear."

"Come back to me," Rey whispered, feeling pathetic yet hopeful at her own words, a new found sense of peace and accomplishment flowing through her veins. Ben Solo nodded and gave her one last look before placing his back on and exiting from the room.

A/N: I know the sex scenes are a bit awkward, and I'm sorry for that (these are the first sex scenes I've ever really written). There's only so many times you can say the words breasts and sensitive before it gets weird and you just want to say boobs or something else (I'm awkward, sue me). Anyways, three updates in three days. I like this rhythm, but I don't know how long I can keep updating once a day. Tomorrow is my last day of school and finals, so I'll be off for two weeks, but I also work almost every day, so I have no idea. Anyways, hope you liked it. See y'all later.