Blaze Of Glory | Kylo Ren

Stepping Out Of Line

Ani's P.O.V.

Anakia.

I wake up with a jolt from Luke calling my name. Springing up in bed, I scan the room. I'm alone with the light on and no longer hear his voice. 

The sheet is resting around my waist now, and I pull it up to cover my naked chest. Rubbing my eyes with one hand, I glance around the room once more, detailedly. My nightgown is no longer on the floor and Kylo's mask is out of sight. 

I notice clothes folded on the corner chair and a note on my bedside table. Yawning, I pick up the note and open it to read.

Phasma will retrieve you for our lesson. Wear what I set out for you.

~ Mr. Ren

Rolling my eyes at the name he signed with, I put the note back on the table and stretch my tired muscles. I play out last night in my mind as I leave our bed. It left me desiring him all night and to dream about it. 

I almost feel ashamed of it but also a little sorrow I didn't let it continue. I've never been with a man though, and I feel the nervousness of the activity. Ben knows this, which leads me to believe why he's been so agreeable with my reluctantly stop it every time. 

It doesn't help me either, it only gives me more of a reason to do it with him. I feel comfortable enough now to be with him in that way, yet afraid of what will become of us after it happens. Leia had told me when I was a child about "the birds and the bees", I had told her that's disgusting. 

Now, though, I feel the desire to experience it. For the desire to be towards her son only makes me grow more embarrassed by the memory. Pushing the memories of last night and Leia's "woman to woman" talk out of my mind, I head over to the chair. 

Lifting the clothes, I realized its pants and a tank top. I haven't worn such things in almost a year now. Sliding on the black pants, I have to jump to get them situated over my butt. 

I throw on the matching black tank top and tuck the helm into the pants. I find a belt and socks on the chair, along with boots on the floor beside the chair. Putting the socks on, I strap on the boots. 

Sliding the belt around my waist, I walk toward the bathroom. Going inside, I look through the drawers until I find a brush to untangle my hair. Running through the brush I found in my hair, I tie it up into a low messy bun. 

Splashing water on my face and brushing my teeth, I finally look at myself in the mirror. Flashes of my old clothes from Yavin appear in my mind, and I suck in a breath. 

I'm not a kid anymore, training to be a Jedi Knight. I'm a woman training to fight alongside a Knight of Ren. I've become a stranger to my old self. 

Taking one last look in the mirror, I walk out of the bathroom and bedroom. I find Snips tugging on a chew toy on the couch before her head pops up to look at me. Even she stares at me a little strangely from not being in a delicate dress. 

Seeing a tray of food on the desk, I grab it and bring it over to sit beside Snips. I pet her as I eat what's on the plate. Every few bites, I'll offer her a piece. She sniffs each piece I give her and backs away; I guess she rather stick to her dead rats than fruits and vegetables. 

I'm almost done with the plate when I hear a knock at the door. Both Snips and I snap our heads toward the door. Putting the plate on the table, I stand up cautiously. Slowly walking to the door, I wait for it to open, but it never does. 

So I scan it open and it slides open without hesitation. My expression grows surprised that it lets me and it's not locking me in. On the other side of the door, Phasma stands a foot away from the door. Her helmet turns toward me as she announces.