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This fic is set pre-TFA. Snoke is still down Kylo Ren's throat about training, leading, and submitting to the dark side, even after years of unwavering commitment. Truthfully, Kylo is distracted for about a dozen reasons. His parents l...
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Kylo Ren
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I am absolutely fucked. My hands are at the side of my helmet, and I can't stop myself from lifting it off my head.
Quinn's feet slide back, away from me. Away from me. Nervousness blankets over her secondary emotions, matching the wide eyed look on her face. Her naked body is entirely on display, skin covered in goosebumps, nipples stiff, and clit still swollen in reaction to me taking my jealousy out on her.
I need to stop this. Everything is about to implode on me. She wanted this a month ago, but her wide eyes and lack of breath tell a different story now. My hands keep lifting the helmet anyway. I can't go on without knowing exactly what she thinks about me- all of me.
Disappointment. Like your father. Useless.
My chest is impossibly tight, making it impossible to breathe. And if I could breathe, it would sting with pain from the stab wound in my ribs that's slowly healing under a bacta patch.
But Quinn doesn't stop me.
I feel cool air hit my chin. Her eyes zero in on my lower face as it gets exposed. And in the length of a stumbling heartbeat, I tear the whole thing off and toss it on the floor. She flinches at the loud sound of my helmet hitting the metal floor. My hands curl into fists at my sides as I try desperately to control my expression.
I can't get a grip. My jaw tightens, and I focus on clearing my mind but I'm sure she can see the torment in my eyes. Her gaze soaks in my face with a satisfied greed. I can feel my hair falling around my temples and jaw, and the temperature of the air suggests that it's sweaty.
I watch a deep blush bloom in her cheeks before spreading to her ears, then down her neck to her chest. I haven't yet taken a breath.
Her eyes finally make it to mine, and when our gazes lock, my skin goes itchy. I'm entirely too exposed. Wounded and bare faced around someone who already knows me so intimately. Her lips part on a shaky inhale just as I lose the ability to hold her eye contact.
Say something!
Her blush deepens as she swallows audibly. "Sorry," she breathes. "I wasn't expecting... this."
With an inhale, pain fills my chest. Disappointment. And then that pain gets covered in boiling red rage, and my muscles start to tremble. Shame and anger mix into a deadly combination.
Her gaze scans my body. "You should sit back down. You look pale and clammy."
Sit?!
Her nervousness has dissolved, but too many emotions are weaving around in her mind to settle on one. She steps toward me, and I tense further, feeling my neck and jaw tighten to a breaking point. Her eyes look right into mine, and they're soft now.
