If Hux Could Kill || Kylo Ren

Healing

TW: Degradation, smut, mention of health issues

Two weeks later.

I rolled over, my hand landing on empty sheets.

It was a normal occurrence, for Kylo to not be there when I woke up, but it still wasn't the best feeling. It still made me sad how he couldn't be here when I woke up, not wanting anyone to know, not ready to face the hell that we know would come our way.

I rolled over, rubbing my eyes before pulling myself out of the bed, making my way to the bathroom.

I stripped my clothes, glancing in the mirror.

I noticed all of the small blue marks covering my skin, causing a smile to break out as I remembered the night before.

The way that he treasured each part of me, making sure that I was okay, that I felt like the angel that he always referred to me as. A name I was starting to love.

And I loved him.

Loved everything about him.

The way he was soft for me, the way that he treated me like a queen. But also, the way he treated those who worked for him, the way he could easily command a room.

He was everything I ever wanted in a man.

And the first person who helped me realize that I was capable of being loved.

Despite the fact that it would take me a while to truly accept that, I knew that I could trust him, knew that he wasn't lying to me when he told me that he loved me. Knew that I never had to worry about being vulnerable around him.

I smiled as I stepped away, turning the shower on.

Once I felt the warm water, I stepped in, letting the water envelop my body.

I sighed as it cascaded down my body, soothing my skin.

My eyes opened as I glanced back, noticing Kylo step in, fully dressed in his suit.

I smiled at him as he stepped in, his eyes travelling down my body, the parts he could see through the condensation on the shower door.

"Sleep well, angel?" He asked.

"Beautifully, thanks to you." I stuck my head out, leaning forward as my hand grasped the back of his hair, pulling him into a kiss.

I bit his bottom lip, pulling it into my mouth as I hummed against him, but he pulled away, a smirk on his lips.

"I have work to do."

"Not even a few minutes?" I whined.

He let out a small laugh, leaning in once again to leave a kiss. But I had a different plan.

I grabbed his suit jacket, pulling him in to the shower with me.

He stumbled at first, eyes wide, anger clear in his face. But as his hair began to lay flat against his head, his suit soaking, sticking to his large frame.

I laughed at him, watching as his eyes darkened with lust.

"Such a bad girl." He murmured before grabbing me, spinning me around a pushing me against the tile.

He pulled my hands together, holding them in one of his as he moved my wet hair away from my neck, leaning over to whisper in my ear.

"You'll regret that."