AN: Writing the second chapter for "The Grandpa" I've got hit by another plot bunny as you can see. I'm not as arrogant as to think that I can pull off two fanfictions at once (I'll be really happy if I successfully complete "The Grandpa"), so this one is up for adoption if anyone is interested.

Warning: only a prompt, unbetaed.

"I love you," full, dark lips whisper quietly, brown eyes gazing at the ground shyly.

The sun shines brightly, the air is comfortably warm yet fresh and carries an enchanting smell of the wild flowers that decorate the meadow beautifully. Everything seems perfect.

Yet, Kylo Ren can't shake off that strange, uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

"I love you too, Finn," he says without meaning to. His voice sounds too high and delicate and as he reaches to caress his lover's cheek, he notices that his hand is also too small and feminine.

Brown eyes finally lock gazes with him and he recognizes the person at last. He's too shocked to move as FN-2187 tips his head for a kiss.

'Woah, what do you think you're doing, soldier?' he's trying to ask, but his mouth isn't in a mood to listen it seems, for it only opens in a shaky sigh in answer to the stormtrooper's advances. Kylo is starting to panic.

'Stop, stop, stop!'

And magically it does. He wakes up drenched in sweat in his own bedchamber aboard his ship, the green meadow and the black man nowhere to see.

"Thank the Force, thank the Force," he mutters quietly, his hands fisting the blanket. "What was that?!"

This dream has got to be the scariest and most confusing thing he's experienced in the last few months. He wasn't gay last time he checked and damn, neither did he want to find love in a deserter who tried to kill him with his grandfather's lightsaber.

Rey wakes up just before her lips touch Finn's. After a moment, her eyes adjust to the darkness. She sits up on her bed and looks around the room, searching for the thing that interrupted her lovely fantasy. Not finding anything amiss though, she lies down again, confused. The old-fashioned clock shows a few minutes after midnight and that means she's barely slept for two hours.

She shakes her head and closes her eyes, hoping that it was only a one time thing. She has to be well rested for the practice with Master Luke in the morning.

Feeling a bit guilty, she also prays that when sleep claims her again, the dream will simply continue. She cannot deny it anymore: she's a bit smitten with Finn. If it's anything serious or only a fleeting infatuation, still remains to be seen.

Once again, it's very unprobable that I'll have time to update this one, so it's up for adoption.

Review and tell me what you think about it anyway ;) (Point out mistakes, say what you like, what you don't like - it helps me to become a better writer and motivates like you have no idea!)