The Only Thing (KyloXReader)

Leaving

Fine. He wants you to leave? Totally fine. You would do more than leave his room, you would leave his life completely. You got up and stormed out of his quarters, and jogged all the way to yours, thinking about getting off this damn planet. You quickly changed for your new job, daydreaming about a new home, a warm planet with sunny beaches. Maybe Scarif. You just needed to last a couple months. Just finish this class of younglings, and then you'll be on the first shuttle off world.

In a fresh uniform, you made your way to your new classroom. Being distracted by Commander Ren, you hadn't come up with a lesson plan. You had no idea what you were going to do. You were a great pilot, but you had no idea if you'd be a good teacher. Luckily, the class wasn't due for another half hour, so you had some time to think.

You tried to think of what was most important to learn first. What would you have wanted to know? What did your teachers not tell you that you learned the hard way?

You decided it would be best to train them from the inside, out. Meaning, teach them to think like a combat pilot, then build up their stature. All of your teachers put physical brute before intelligence, and you didn't quite think that was right.

Class time rolled around, and about 20 younglings gathered outside the door. You let them in, and had them sit in a circle. You told them your name and title, and where they were now. Scavenged children were normally frightened, they would have been recently separated from their families, and were still very young, maybe 7 to 10 years old. You thought it would best to make them a little more comfortable around you before you tried to get them to follow your orders.

"Were you scavenged, too?" A little boy asked. "What's your name, sir?" You asked him. "Victor Solaris." You smiled at him. Brave kid. "Well, Solaris. No. I wasn't scavenged. I volunteered." He looked at you questioningly. "Why would you want to work here? They took us from our families..." You shook your head before he could continue; that is exactly the kind of thinking that would get him in trouble around here, and you didn't want to see him hurt. He was just a scared kid; he didn't understand yet.

"You were saved. There is a war going on, Kijimi is a dangerous place right now. The First Order only took you to protect you from the rebels. To train you, so they can't hurt you." He looked even more confused. "I thought the resistance was the good guys..." A bitter laugh escaped you before you could reign it in. "That's what they want you to think, but why would the good guys bomb innocent cities? That's why I'm here. I lost my family and friends because of the resistance pilots. Now, I fight for the good guys. And you will too. You can stop that from happening to your families. You just have to trust me and do as I say."

The rest of the class went pretty smoothly after that. The children didn't look down on you or think little of you because, well, they were kids. It was actually great, rather than your ideas being scoffed at, they were greeted with enthusiasm. You took the kids on a tour of the TIE Fighter interior, and answered all of their questions. After all, it's important a pilot know their ship.

You had all the kids draw their own TIE fighters, and label all of the important parts, and told them to study up because tomorrow they would be doing a dry run on equipment. You were pretty proud of yourself, your first day went great. They were a good bunch of kids. You were looking forward to tomorrow.

You decided to take a quick shower before heading to the mess hall, but when you got back to your quarters it was stripped bare. What? You had an unpleasant feeling in your gut, and you were sure this had to do with Commander Ren. Without thinking it through too well, you marched to the Command Center, fuming.

Two Stormtroopers stood outside the door, but it was impossible to tell if they were the same ones that had regarded you the other day. Ugh, why do all of these troopers have to look the same? Couldn't they get a name tag or something? "I need to speak with Commander Ren immediately." You practically spit the words at them, and you had to work to calm yourself. "Is he expecting you?" No, he wasn't expecting you, but if he was behind that door then he knew you were out here, and he knew exactly how pissed you were. "No he's not." You conceded, knowing they wouldn't let you past them. "Then I cannot let your thr..."

His sentence was cut short by the door sliding open behind him. It was Commander Ren. "Follow me, soldier." Butterflies assaulted your stomach as you stepped past the guards, it was all you could do not to stick your tongue out at the as you did. As it was, you did smirk at them. You did your best to squash the fluttering feeling in your stomach. You had already made your decision. You were leaving. As soon as this class was over, you were gone.

You followed the Commander to his office, as soon the door closed behind you the words flew out. "What did you do? Where are all of my things?" He merely shrugged, as if it wasn't important. "I had your living quarters reassigned. It seems that your current situation was not working out, and the barracks you were staying in is meant for soldiers in training. You will be staying in the living quarters down the hall from me."

Shock froze you in place. How were you supposed to avoid him if he lived not even 100 feet from you? "It doesn't matter where I live, I'm not staying here much longer." He didn't seem surprised, of course not. He heard you thinking it on the way into the office, maybe even throughout the day. You weren't sure how far out his abilities reached.

"You seem to be under the impression that you'll be leaving once you're done teaching the younglings. An incorrect assumption on your end, which isn't surprising." His words were slow and deliberate. It took you a moment to understand. You weren't going anywhere.

"I'm not staying." You told him, in a firm voice that barely escaped shaking. "You don't understand." He said, stepping closer to you. He hooked his fingers through the belt loops on your uniform and pulled you to him. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest under the padding of his armor. Your heart kicked it up a notch.

"You're not leaving. This matter isn't open to discussion." Completely in a stupor, you had to put all of your thoughts just to continue breathing in and out. The Commander unlatched his helmet and set it on the table behind you, you hadn't realized you had stumbled back into it. His honey tinted eyes locked on your face, and it was all you could do to not melt.

No, you were stronger than this. He wasn't going to mess up everything you had worked for. You were leaving. He placed a hand on the small of your back, and another in your hair. "No. You can't leave me." His voice was heartbreakingly smooth and warm. "Why does it matter to you if I go? It would make your life much easier."

He kissed down your jaw to the base of your throat. "Yes, it would." He continued kissing the other side of your jaw line, up to your earlobe. "But where's the fun in that?" He nibbled your ear, causing a small whimper to leave you. "Stay with me." He whispered.

You couldn't make your lips move, couldn't make the protests in your thoughts reach them. You couldn't stay. You had made your decision. You were leaving. But his velvet lips continued to trail kisses down your chest. "As soon as my class is over I'm putting in a relocation request. You can't change my mind."

He pulled away from your chest "Oh, I think I can." In a swift motion, he picked you up and set you on the table. He started kissing you with a passion that was near madness. Before you could stop yourself, you locked your legs around his waist and pulled at the roots of his hair.

Oh nevermind! The weaker part of you was begging to stay put, to never leave his arms. But the stubborn part didn't want to prove him right. Hearing the turmoil of your thoughts he took advantage. He undid the buttons of your shirt, and nipped at your shoulder. "Stay." His voice was layered with command.

"I can't." You hated how your voice came out. Winded from the kissing and almost whining. He pulled a glove off and used his free hand to trace down your bare chest. "You can. Stay with me." He was so close to the mark, any more and he would get his way. You couldn't allow that. You pushed off from him and ran, not bothering to be dismissed.

   You found your way to your new quarters, but just before you got the latch undone you heard your name called by a modulated voice. You begrudgingly turned, facing him down the long, narrow hallway. "You can't run. Not from this. Not from me." Before he could get any closer, you slid the door shut and clicked the lock into place. You slid down the door frame, and wrapped your arms around your knees. What were you going to do now?