It felt so good to stretch out. After the noise and hustle of the day – the quiet felt luxurious. Her muscles relaxed and her mind slowed down. Rather than focusing on 101 things, she could concentrate on just one … getting the stiffness out of her neck. She raised her arms above her head, pulling her muscles the other way; she arched her back and pointed her toes. It was quiet. She was alone… wasn't she?

That nagging feeling she'd blocked all day made a sudden and unwanted appearance. Damn it, this was her time to relax, not obsess. As quickly as her muscles relaxed they made way for that ache she didn't want to acknowledge. It was a need that was as alien and new to her as this planet. Was it the water that surrounded her or was it something she'd eaten in the canteen? It started in the pit of her stomach and travelled the length of her body.

Her arms were still above her head, holding onto the bed frame but the pressure travelled outwards from her middle. She should have known. She should have never let her guard down.

The images came fast and strong. The emotions were primordial, raw and seeped with almighty need. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't make a sound, yet a moan escaped her lips. It was him. He'd found her. 'Rey' the voice was soft and reverberated through her, tugging at her.

Her eyes flew open. The room was empty. She glanced at the clock. It was only a few minutes since she'd got home… she hadn't been asleep… had she? Was she finally going mad?

She grasped at the images that had flooded her mind as they dissipated as quickly as they'd appeared. It was him. His dark hair covered his eyes but there was no mistaking his strong features. Need. The feeling of need was overpowering… but whose was it.

She remembered the first time she saw his eyes. She couldn't look away. If truth be told, she never wanted to look away from him… but she had to, for her own sanity… and now she was losing even that. Her body had betrayed her that day. Something had happened between them that she didn't understand, didn't want. It had felt so strong and right…and wrong. Her heart and mind seemed to be at war with her body. A shrink would have a field day.

Was this why she was punishing herself with endless work? Because she had wanted the man who'd imprisoned her… and got inside her head? What he'd done was more intimate than any physical act… she'd felt him inside her and now she couldn't separate their desires.

'Kylo,' the name slipped off her lips as she breathed out. She held her breath expecting another onslaught of images. Nothing happened. Her toes tingled and she lowered her arms. She lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, trying not to think or feel for a second. She knew it was too late.

The pressure was slower to build this time. She closed her eyes and went with it. She'd deal with the consequences another day.

'Rey' it felt like his breath travelled down her neck and sent a shiver down her spine. Her body really had a life of its own. 'Where are you?' he sounded desperate, he sounded so alone. 'Ditto', she thought, as her feelings reflected his.

'I want you.' His voice was so close. She'd swear he'd read her mind again. The tingle in her toes travelled up to her centre and her muscles contracted. She wanted to feel the pressure of his hands on her treacherous body. Her breath was becoming laboured and shallow as she struggled for control. Her back arched again, seeking his touch. How could he feel so close and not be with her? She needed some relief, this was so unfair. Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them. She spread her legs, imagining his mouth going down on her. It felt so real.

He smelt of rain and sunshine: just another onslaught on her senses.

Was any of this real? Her body could feel his touch as his fingertips travelled up her thighs to hold her hips. His breath felt warm as he trailed kisses inside her thighs. His tongue flicked at her folds and she moaned. It felt so real. The pressure was building quickly, as her tormentor held her in place. Her arms shot back above her head, to hold onto the bed frame.

'Tell me you want me.' He pleaded, his eyes now clear and looking at her from below. It was the eyes that haunted her. 'I want you.' She whispered and leant into his touch. This wet dream wasn't real she decided as she looked into his eyes. She saw something so human, so vulnerable and she surrendered to the overwhelming need in her bones. Consequences were for the morning. Reality could wait.

His fingers suddenly felt everywhere on her skin as his lips went back to exploring her. She was close, so close to the brink. Her whole being tingled as ripples of pleasure surged through her. She felt so alive, so exhilarated. Then it all went dark.

She woke stretched across her bed, limbs sated, relaxed. She smiled slowly as the memory of her dream surfaced. 'Wow, now that's a wet dream!' she murmured to herself. Her smile grew as she turned onto her back and kicked her legs over the side of the bed, she felt wonderful as she headed for the shower. She suddenly caught sight of herself in the mirror and froze.

How does one get a hicky from a wet dream!?

On the other side of the galaxy Kylo Ren woke up, somewhat frustrated. Last night he'd finally found her and she'd surrendered to him… but it hadn't been enough. He'd tasted her and made her orgasm but he wanted more – more of her. He wanted her to touch him, kiss him… fall asleep next to him. She was the first woman he'd had such feelings for and it was the most powerful force he'd ever felt. Yes, he was love's bitch. He wasn't going to shout about it but he was so going back tonight. Round Two would be a doozy.