Falling for the Order

The Departure

Stalking out of Hux's gloomy quarters, you think back to what he said about the Takodana mission.

Your allies and work partners, abandoning the only home they've ever known. Where could they have gone to?

You exit the residence, making sure to hit the control panel to close and lock it behind you. You turn to walk down the corridor when your heart nearly leaps out of your chest at the sight of Kylo standing quietly outside the door, leaning against the corridor wall.

Your hand flies to your chest, feeling the tremble of your heart beat. "Fucking hell." You roll your eyes, taking in a deep breath. "What are you doing?"

Ren pushes off the wall, turning to face you. His figure sucking all the light out of the corridor, his dark frame trapping it.

You raise your eye brows at him waiting for his answer, pushing past the feel of his gaze burning right through you.

"Waiting for you." He says simply. You place a hand in your hip, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Why?" You give no expression in your questioning, strongly going unfazed by his presence.

He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving your sight. He tilts his head. "I want to talk about what happened tonight."

You let out a huff and walk straight past him, making sure to nudge his shoulder on the way. "You don't 'talk'. There's nothing to say." You walk down the corridor, his footsteps soon following.

"Are you sure?" He quizzes, catching up to you trailing close behind.

"Yes, I'm positive." You spin on your heel, stopping abruptly toward the end of the hall. Kylo stops after you, his distances awfully close. You push his chest, forcing him to take a step back. "Why would we need to discuss something that's never going to happen again."

You watch in complete bliss as his lips part, taking in your words. You channel your ego. Torture him the way he tortured you.

Now it's his turn to narrows his eyes. "Really?" He raises a brow.

"Yes." you reply. You look up at him through your lashes, amorously, seductively. You eye his features slowly, moving from his lips to eye to eye. Just the way he does to you.

He inhales slowly, his chest rising gradually. You can't help but smirk internally at his response. He spoke so certainly about the fact that you'd be so obsessed and driven with desire, begging and pleading for him to give you what you want. But you know what you saw. You know he's the one obsessed, driven with desire toward you. He wants you. And that's exactly what you're not going to give him.

He takes a daring step forward, his eyes trailing down your appearance. You second him, with your own step toward him. You want to be near him. So near that he'll crumble. You'll be a piece of art, something only to look at but never to touch.

His lip curls into a sly smirk. "You're so sure?"

"Listen," you start. "You can kick and scream, destroy, kill do what ever you want," You close the space between you even more, delicately drawing your hands up to his chest, sliding them up to either side of his tall shoulders. "But what happened tonight, will never happen again. Got it?"

His smirk widens, tilting his head to the side. "You want to bet on that?"

He goes to bring his gloved hands up to your waist, but you smack them away. His eyes ignite with fire.

"I'm not really a betting person, but if I were, I'd put all my money on you driving yourself mad with desperality." You state, your own smirk crawling to your lips.