Ashes to Ashes | A Kylo Ren Story

25. Power and Glory

-Kylo-

She was stirring by the time he had boarded the command shuttle and headed for his chambers, - their chambers.

He strode for the bathroom, keeping her in his arms as he turned the shower on with a tendril of his force.

When he looked back down she was awake, but staring unblinkingly ahead, heavy-lidded in a silence that was heavy enough to drown in.

He placed her on the closed toilet seat and began methodically stripping her, her body sparked the steady thrum of lust that he couldn't help but feel when he looked at her- but it was drowned out by the chorus of pain he was feeling for her now.

She was so still he would have had to keep checking she was conscious if it weren't for the steadily thrumming thread of force between them that had steadily been getting stronger since it first snapped into place when he had landed on this hell hole.

Once she was naked, his eyes finally able to take in the full extent of her injuries. He took a deep breath, he couldn't get angry now- not yet, he carefully lifted her into the shower.

Understanding she wouldn't be able to stand he placed her with her back resting against the wall.

The beautiful creature before him didn't react to the warm water, nor did she meet his gaze as he withdrew his sodden arms, kneeling in front of her outside of the shower.

They sat like that for some time, he stared at her as she stared through him.

He wanted so desperately to reach out and touch her, to hold her so tightly she could barely breath, but he waited.

"Are you hurt?" He started, even though he knew she was.

She shook her head.

So he reached out, not knowing what else to do. His hand cutting through the stream of water before she caught it, her small hands stopping it inches away from her face.

She grasped it for a moment before letting it drop, but he caught her hands in his before she could withdraw again.

"Talk to me" He murmured.

A pregnant silence hung in the air.

"You offered me a place by your side, but I never asked what you wanted in return"

He didn't want to rush in response, he couldn't think of what to say.

"I have nothing to give" Her words slipped from her mouth now, half rambling. He went to interject, gripping her hands tighter in his. "No. Kylo listen"

He ran a hand roughly through his tangled hair and nodded.

"I was naive, I thought I could survive out there- alone, but I can't, and I won't ever be that naive again" She still hadn't lifted her eyes to meet his, "If I told you I would never let you touch me again, would you let me rule beside you"

"I would" He said instantly, though he knew it was perhaps a half truth, he couldn't keep his hands off her if he tried.

Her eyes still didn't meet his, she instead let out a long sigh into the steam of the room.

"I need you, I don't want to." She was so forlorn at the fact that it made his chest ache. She hated being on dependant on him, he understood that at least.

He spoke without tone, bluntly warning her. "I'm going to wash you" This made her look up, her eyes slightly widened and her chest rising and falling at a faster pace.