Loving the Enemy: A Reylo WWII Story

Le Sous-Sol/ The Basement

Rey lay in a semi-slumber encased in Ren's big arms, breathing in his scent deeply. The sweet jasmine filled air drifted in through the open french doors. The moonlight fully shined on their unclothed forms. After their experience on the desk, they had gone and cuddled in bed, basking in the warmth of each others' presence, watching the sun go down. Ren had played with Rey's dark hair, marveling at its length and color. He had smiled to himself; seeing Rey like this, smiling and happy and content, made him feel at peace. It was easier to forget about all the horrible things he had done when he felt loved from such a perfect and innocent person while still being himself. Neither of them wanted to sleep that night; every second like this was too precious to waste. Both Ren and Rey were startled out of their partial slumber when they heard a loud bang from somewhere in the house. 

"Rey, stay here" said Ren, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and quickly rising out of bed to make sure that everything was okay, grabbing his pistol from his heap of belongings on the floor. The pieces in Rey's mind was slow from sleep and sex, but her mind eventually clicked; something had gone wrong in Poe's plan and if she didn't stop Ren from seeing Poe it was all going to unravel; both the Resistance and her relationship with Ren.

"No, Ren! Let me do it. I know the house better than you do. Let me do it. Just get back in bed." said Rey, locking onto Ren's wrist and attempting to drag him back to bed. 

"Rey, stay in bed" Ren's tone was cut throat, it was sharp enough to draw blood and made the hairs on Rey's neck stand up. But Rey couldn't back down. She was fully aware that Ren, who's literal career was to be dominant and the ultimate form of masculinity, would want to take on the protector role, but Rey wasn't going to let his wish to protect her be the death of his trust in her and their relationship. 

"I am serious, Ren. You need to let me handle it. Do you trust me? If you love me and you love what we have you will not go. Let me make sure it is nothing. I will yell for you if I need you" Reys tone was dead serious, making Ren fear what could make his sweet and naive Rey sound like her life was staked on whatever had happened in the house. Rey released Ren's wrists and grabbed her thin robe off the floor, quickly slipping it over her naked form, as she quickly exited the room, making a conscious effort not to look back at Ren, knowing that if she did, she would never leave be able to follow through with deceiving him. 

Rey's bare feet quickly padded down the stairs, ears straining to pick up more sounds. Rey heard nothing. Yet, Rey continued down the stairs, quickly walked into the kitchen, and turned through the small entrance to the basement stairs. It was dark, but Rey heard a small scratching sound in the corner. 

"Poe? Who's there?" squeaked out Rey's shaking voice.

"Rey, Mon Deus, I was afraid it was that german rat" replied the familiar voice of Poe. Poe must have lit a candle, as a small light appeared, brightening the room. Rey gasped, she saw dozens of large crates covering the floor of the basement. This was no small shipment like they had promised her, but rather a massive one. 

"What the hell, Poe! You promised me a small load; maybe one or two crates, something hide-able! This is enough to arm a small army!" quietly yelled Rey, trying to keep her voice down to insure Ren didn't come looking for her.

"Je suis désolé, Rey. It wasn't my idea. These were emergency orders that came from higher up in the resistance. We need to get these arms to the Parisian Resistance A.S.A.P.; I have credible intel that the Allies are going to make a mass landing on beaches in Normandy for le débarquement ; I think the english translation is D-Day. Either way, it's scheduled to happen this morning, and I need to get these weapons to Paris NOW so I can make sure that the Parisian Resistance is able to help get rid of those german rats when the allied troops make it to Paris in a few days"

"Regardless, you still should have warned me and given me a chance to back out. My head is on the line for this, Poe!"

"Better your head than France's. I'm sorry Rey, but that's something you are going to have to get used to being heavily involved in the Resistance" replied Poe, shrugging his shoulders.

"Being heavily involved in the resistance? You sure aren't as innocent as you let on, Rey." said Ren, standing in the darkness of the doorframe. Rey whipped around, seeing the cold hard face of General Ren. 

"Ren!...No, Ren! You don't understand...It was a favor for a friend and it got a little out of control... I was misled. And I never sought out joining the resistance, but , you do your job and fight for your country I don't judge you for that, so I didn't think you would have a double standard with me doing the same. Please Ren, believe me" cried out Rey, tears starting to cloud up her eyes.

"Don't turn this on me, ma chere. I was open to you about my allegiance, you schemed behind my back. Be honest you, you pulled me into your bed so you could tire me out so you could come down here to plot with this French Resistance scum without me interfering. Don't you realize that these weapons are going to be used to kill me, my troop, and my countrymen. I know I've done some horrible inhumane things, but at least I never tricked someone into loving me". Ren's face was crumbling; the heat of his anger was starting to crack through.

"BED?!? Rey! You whore! You muddy our pure resistance with your mixed interests! I can't believe you would betray your country by slutting it up with the enemy! You are worse than a german, Rey, you are a traitor." yelled Poe, face turning purple with rage. 

"No, Poe! It wasn't like that, I honestly do love him, it was not a sin of passion and flesh but rather an expression of love. It had nothing to do with anything but a matter of the heart.... Poe, your wife is cheating on you with MY husband! How was I supposed to feel about that? No one has ever loved me but Ren. The only person I could turn to was Ren and he loved me regardless of my nationality and allegiances" Rey sobbed.

"Ren Ren Ren. You use his name so causally like a common whore who has overstepped her bounds" spat Poe, disgusted by the pathetic so-called french rebel in front of him. Rey collapsed in tears, arms wrapped around her knees, sobbing for the loss of the love of her life and for the loss of her friend. They all stayed still for minute or two, waiting to see who would make the first move, struggling to breath with how thick the tension was in the room.

Suddenly, Ren heard a bottle break somewhere in the house and as he turned in the doorway to check behind him, Ren was pushed out of the way by dozens of armed german soldiers streaming into the basement, guns drawn.