To Tend Our Wounds: PART II OF 'TO CURSE THE DARKNESS' (Kylo/OC)

Captured

Ryelle wanted more than anything in the galaxy to be back on the Finalizer, safe with her father, safe in her department, safe at her desk, safe in her quarters. Not here with Kylo-flipping-Ren, a wet pussy and a broken heart.

She kept her back to him as she feigned sleep, unable to rest as feelings she couldn't sort out roiled within her.

She wanted him.
He made her feel such passion.
She hated him.
He made her feel ashamed.
And he was Kylo Ren.

Commander Ren, who worked directly with the Supreme Leader. She would never see him day to day after this mission, maybe never see him again. What was she possibly going to do with what he'd done to her heart and her body?

Kylo was not sleeping either as he stared at the ceiling. He felt slightly guilty about the way he'd tapped into Ryelle's heart, how he'd made her body respond to his when he knew after this mission he'd likely never be able to associate with her again. While the Supreme Leader didn't impress celibacy upon him, he did discourage Kylo from associating with women and often went out of his way to keep Kylo isolated.

"Better get some sleep," he said tiredly. "We'll have to move out tomorrow, get back to the ship and see if we can get an evac code out so the exfiltration team can locate us."

Ryelle shut her eyes, counted backwards from one hundred and let the fatigue and stress of the last several days overtake her used and abused body.

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"Ryelle," Ren said softly in her ear.

She yawned and moaned as she rolled over in the bed.

As she turned to face him, Kylo noticed her skin was flushed and he could feel the warmth radiating off of her.

"Ryelle," he said more insistently, placing the back of his hand against her forehead. "Are you alright?"

"Let me sleep," she complained, shutting her eyes against the bright morning light.

Ren discovered her skin was hot, and he rolled her onto her back. "Let me look at you," he said. He felt under her jawline and found her lymph nodes were swollen. Concerned, he came around the bed to unwrap her bandage and found the edges of her wound swollen and the tissues coated with pus, the skin hot and streaks of red radiating from the injury. "Oh, no," he whispered.

Ryelle's whole body was now fighting the infection and Ren had to get help for her, and soon, but she was right; if he took her to a hospital, it would blow their cover. It was known they were being hunted in Dolom Outpost, and there was every chance word had reached here as well.

Just then, Ren heard raised voices down the hallway, then banging. Someone was going door to door.

"Ellie, get up," Ren pulled her to a sitting position and shook her. "Now!"

"I can't Kylo, I don't feel good," she mumbled, her eyes glazed with fever.

This is it, he thought. After all they'd been through, they were going to be taken prisoner. They were out of time, supplies, and luck.

Desperate to make one last effort, Kylo bundled her into her parka and looked at the small window in their room. He didn't even know if they would fit, but he would never get the chance to try as knocking came at their door. When they didn't answer it, the proprietor opened it and in rushed six Resistance troops, blasters drawn.

If it was Ren himself, he would have blown them away and made a run for it, but with Ellie sick, he couldn't start a melee for fear she'd be killed or injured. He put his hands up and did the next best thing he could.