A Seam Within the Galaxy • Kylo Ren

Ch.28

"Yes, yes, just like that!" I yell excitedly through clenched teeth.

"How about this?" Ren asks, holding it with both hands as he plunges between my legs. Breathlessly I go to speak, but barely make it out, tired, my heart beating strongly through my chest. Wanting more and more of him.

"Am I too fast for you, Commandant?"

"You could speed it up, actually."

Following my teases, he takes his saber, spinning on his heel while rotating the weapon above his head. He clashes down against the reverberating glow of my electro staff, clanging the rampant currents together. I yelp as they connect once more, his strength too powerful as he clashes against my weapon, knocking me back a few steps, a little too close for my comfort as I near the ledge of the hill.

"We don't teach that one anymore." I huff, balancing out and powering off my staff to adjust my pants. Both blades extinguish, retracting inward to fit in my palm once again. Silence falls over us as he switches off his saber, the red glow no longer illuminating the space around us. We had been training ever since sunrise, comparing each other's ways of fighting, wanting to warm ourselves up before the sun could have a chance to. Earlier, the sky was painted in many different light blue and pink shades, hints of orange streaking the horizon as the sun peeked its head above the mountains.

We were conveniently placed on the peak of a hill, surrounded by higher hills all around. This gave us a great view of the land, as well as direction as to where BB-9 was waiting on the shuttle.

"Really?" He asks, with the slightest curve of his brow, the sun shining down and casting the faintest glimmer across is forehead, where sweat had collected over time. "Why wouldn't you?"

My lips form closer together in thought, shrugging my shoulders as I dust off the material of my pants in the space between my thighs. The saber's glow had heated up the material when he had jabbed between them, almost melting the fabric to my skin. I had barely managed to jump and spread my legs open to block the attack, my mind so messily tangled up within his.

I stand, flattening out my clothing. "Not sure, I think they see it as carelessness, maybe. It could be done more efficiently."

His eyes narrow, throwing his saber off onto the bed of moss by our side, his boots clomping down onto the soft earth as he closes in on me. I feel his every intent, wondering why the Order would suggest the cancellation of such a move in regards to teaching it to students. His means of combat were much different compared to mine, or what I teach. I prided myself on remaining calculated, poised, running different outcomes through my mind as I go, always apprehending, always keeping prepared. I knew my faults as well—I let my emotions rule me far too often, getting in the way of how I fight, why I am fighting in the first place.

It's not that he fought messily, he fought with very little structure. He would attack for reasons unknown, at least to those around him. He could make split decisions, ending a life without batting an eye, answering to nobody. He did not always calculate the outcomes, analyzing their lasting effects on not only himself, but others. He also let his emotions rule him, I knew this better now once getting to know him to a fuller extent. We had always shared more similarities than I knew.

"Do you see it as carelessness?" He asks, in regards to the technique. His gloved hand meeting my bicep. His fingers roll over the fabric of my shirt, rubbing gentle circles into my skin. I can sense he wishes to get under the material, feeling his skin on mine. I can feel similar emotions swirling within me, similar to late last night. Wanting him, wishing to experience every positive feeling possible within the galaxy with none other than him. My throat grows dry, I lick my lips and clear my throat to compensate.