Shameful | Congressman!Kylo x Reader

Chapter 8: Easy, Tiger

hello pals — i broke my daily upload streak!!! sorry bout that. but let's keep this mf slow burn burning, shall we? this is a longer one, as confirmed by wordcounter.net lol. hope y'all like it. as always, sound off in my comments!

CW: Alcohol consumption

After what feels like an eternity of charged silence, I finally decide to speak up.

"...So, what possessed you to buy me all this stuff, Ren?"

He just hums in response. I wait a beat for him to say something else, looking toward him. I notice his lip curling up into a smile.

I continue, "I mean, I won't even be able to wear half of it for a while because it's hot outside." I suddenly start to worry that I'm sounding ungrateful. Wait, I'm supposed to be pissed at him right now. Get it the fuck together.

"So you'll wear it?" He finally speaks up, more of a statement than a question. The smile on his face slowly grows. Are those dimples? "That's what I'm hearing, at least," he continues, a teasing tone to his voice.

I keep my mouth shut. I'll put it all on for you, Kylo, only if you'll help me take it off.

"Common sense — save the sweaters for when it gets cold. I mean, there are some items that are pretty... perennial," he offers.

"You mean, items like the garter?" I hit back, addressing the elephant in the room. There's no way in hell that I'd forget that that this fucker bought me a full lingerie set.

He groans quietly. I couldn't believe my ears. Is he imagining me in the garter right now? I wonder what went through his mind while he was picking it out for me. Would he remove it with his teeth?

"As I was saying," Ren takes his eyes off the road to glance at me scornfully for a second, "There's some things in there that would be applicable for the—the current weather. Like, eh, the skirts, for example," he waves his hand dismissively.

"Oh yeah, the tennis skirts." I respond sardonically.

"You—you look like you play tennis, I don't know. I liked the colors." He stammers. I'll bet he stuck out like a sore thumb shopping for little skirts at Alo.

"Good thing you didn't buy me anything red," I hint toward his crumpled-up note that I found. He glances over at me, sizing me up for a second.

Still saying nothing, he suddenly turns up the radio in the car; there's a local NPR affiliate covering polling in each district. The host moves to Congressional District 6.

"Hey, that's us," he says softly, nudging my shoulder with his arm. He pauses his movements, hovering his hand above my lap. I peek up at him and he quickly retracts it.

Holy fuck.

"Yeah, that's us," I respond encouragingly, turning the volume up a couple notches, willing my heart to stop pounding. What I would do to have those paws all over me.

"...Amilyn Holdo, Republican candidate for CD6, has made an unexpected alliance with her most recent campaign hire..."

"Ugh. I can't stand hearing her fucking name at this point, I grumble, turning the volume back down. "I nearly lost it when she made that party switch in February. I always knew she was a DINO, but—"

"DINO?"

"Democrat in Name Only. Remember when she ran for State House? We called her Bipartisan Barbie."

Ren laughs in response. "So is that why you joined Poe's team for the primary?"