Cut To The Feeling (Reader x Professor Ren / Kylo Ren)

I Lost Track Of The Time

The rest of the week went by way faster than you wanted. You had hoped that time could slow down, that you could savor this week forever. 

The remaining three days that you were there, you woke up to Kylo's lips on your body in various places. Your neck, your chest, your cunt. It became the daily routine to wake up, fuck, have breakfast, make out against a variety of surfaces in his home, end up fucking again, hanging out arguing about best practices in filmmaking, having dinner, fucking, and going to sleep in his stupidly comfortable bed. You were still concerned about the photo you had seen, but you weren't going to let anything taint this time you had with him. He was all yours.

Until today. It was Sunday, and you had to go home. Hanukkah was over, and you had to get back to the real world in the morning. You would wake up in your studio apartment alone with no chance of orgasming at the hands of another person. Your classes were done, but you had to go back to work before the winter break. You were packing your things up in the guest room, and he was sitting on the bed, typing away on his laptop. 

You packed the last of your clothes and zipped up the bag. 

"I wish you didn't have to go. I like having you here," he said, not looking up from his laptop. 

"I assure you that if you want me to return, I will," you put a hand on your hip. "What do you have to do before winter break?"

He sighed, closing the laptop. "Have to give written finals for the first and second year classes."

"Ah, they're working you to the very end," you raised your brows. 

"Yep," he stood walking over to you. You looked up to him, pulling him down so you could connect your lips to his neck, nibbling on the skin just slightly. 

"Again?" He chuckled to himself. 

"No," you left a kiss and pulled back. "Just wanted to get one last taste." 

He hummed. "I promise you'll see me again. I'll be here." 

You pressed your lips together, thinking if you should say what you wanted to or not. "You really are staying? You don't want to go back to New York?" 

"I'm staying. I'm going to work on my teaching strategies and see how next semester goes," he rubbed his neck. "Francesca has been hitting my line like crazy trying to get me to rescind my denial of the position." 

You frowned. 

"I haven't responded. I'm not leaving." 

"Okay," you said in a hushed voice. "Good." You smiled up to him. 

"Let's get you home," he put a hand to the small of your back and led you down the stairs. 

You weren't back in the mundane world that was your studio for more than an hour before your phone started to ring. You picked it up to see Rey was calling you. 

Shit, you thought to yourself. You hadn't talked to her since that day you drove back to New Orleans with Kylo. 

You picked up, hesitantly answering. 

"Hello?" You were nervous to hear from her. 

"Are you home?" She immediately got into it. 

"Yes." 

"Okay. I'm coming up."

Moments later, Rey came through your door, briskly walking to the chair near your bed, plopping down. 

"Okay. Tell me what happened." She gestured for you to start.

"I need to lead by saying everything is good. He and I are good," you assured her.