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He followed her, trailing behind her a piece as though apprehensive about getting too close. When they entered the sanctuary, Rey turned to the mosaic with its reserve of firewood, and effortlessly struck a fire in the heart of the pile. She had never done it before, but now it came to her easy as breathing. She knew she should feel some kind of guilt or reluctance, but there was no sense in trying to resist the Vinculum right now.
Kylo Ren lingered in the doorway for a moment, then sauntered in, shrugging his wet cloak off on to the floor, and moving close to the fire. He glanced at her as she unbraided her wet hair and shook it out.
“I did not expect that,” he remarked, turning his face away from her.
“The Force....”
“Manifested our combined anger far beyond...well.”
“Well,” she agreed, sitting with her feet before her. She was cold, but she didn’t want to get close to him.
“You’re cold,” he said, and moved closer to her.
She made as if to shy away, but he looked at her sternly. She looked up at him as he stripped down to his breeches and sat behind her, legs on either side of hers. She sat stiff and annoyed for a moment, and then relaxed back into him and allowed him to hold her. With the gentlest nudge, he moved the furs from across the room and wrapped them around them both.
“I don’t know the future,” he began.

“We fight,” she said dully. “One of us dies. Maybe both. My friends, your soldiers, anyone caught in the sphere of this...death.”
His mouth was soft against her ear. “It doesn’t have to be. We could spare them, us, all of that.”
She looked over shoulder at him. “If I do what you want, you will make me into a killer.”
“You would make me into a captive. A penitent, never a partner.”
“There it is,” she said, sadness rising inside her.
Outside, the winds died, but the rains thickened, pouring straight down. Like tears.
The effort of the confrontation had drained her. When he lifted her damp clothing off her body, she didn’t resist or make an active effort to assist. When he kissed her neck, palmed her breasts, she was too weary to do anything but soak in his touch. She rolled on to her side, feeling a twist of pleasure as he pushed himself into her without prelude. His hips undulated slowly against her ass as he slid his cock into her at a leisurely pace.
“I felt it when your heart stopped earlier,” he said to her. “It almost killed me.”
She didn’t know what to say to that. She took his hand and put it over her heart. It beat at its customary rate under his fingers. She felt him breathing into her hair, and wondered how many heartbeats, how many breaths remained to them. If they didn’t prevail over each other, the Force might end them both.
“Rey.”
“Don’t.”
“What do I do?" he whispered into her ear. "How do I go on knowing that the last thing I want to do is harm you, but that I dare not let you oppose me?”
“Talking about it won’t change it.”
“I would give anything-”
“Kylo, please-”
But she knew. She knew it as much as she knew that he was right, that he felt right inside her. There was a sudden ripple in his body, and he groaned with release. She thought she might be too tired to reach orgasm, but he was equal to that. It was no effort for him at all to draw on the Force, to send that energy into her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she came, and when that empty moment took her, he pushed her hair back and kissed the corner of her eye, sipping away her tears.
“My poor little Jedi.”
She was asleep long before he entered her again, and dead to his laments.