It had always been obvious to Kylo Ren that romance would play no part in his life. Maybe things would have been different if he had never heard a voice whispering to him of powers only the Dark could give him, but the moment Snoke chose him the chance of a normal life had been lost. Even if he could have, as a Jedi, he had been far too caught up in the battle between Light and Dark warred within, not even he would have been selfish enough to pull a lover into the downward spiral of his life when he couldn't even fathom the worst he was capable of.

When he had his answer there was only Snoke, and the Dark Side, and chipping away at everything within him that didn't fit the picture of the dark warrior he sought to become.

And then there had been Starkiller. There had been Rey. Between her and his father, everything he thought he had known about himself was torn down, and at the same time she had shown him a different path.

Now here, far away from Snoke, from the First Order and Resistance, Jedi and Knights of Ren, and everything else that stood between them, it was only that path, that connection, which remained.

Just her closing in for a featherlight kiss that made his heart skitter. He reached out, placing a slightly shaky hand against the buns at the back of her head. His lips parted, tongue snaking out to lap at her bottom lip.

They shouldn't be kissing. She was the enemy. But it was so very hard to remember that when kissing her just felt right.