All the Way 2.0 (Kylo Ren x Reader) - New and improved

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You woke up on your own a while later. The brain fog was gone and you turned on your back, sticking your hand out and balling it into a weak fist to test its motion range. Still cold and limited, but better. You sat up and looked at Kylo, who was sitting at his desk again, hologram with space fleets floating in the air. He was coordinating something, but you didn't know what.

In your mind the images of you sitting on the medical bed, him between your legs and his hands on your waist returned. You felt heat rise up into your head, and a quick look in a mirror mounted on the wall, confirmed it. What had you done in your hypothermia-induced confusion?

...

But Kylo hadn't...opposed it, had he? Quite the contrary even.

Slowly, very, very slowly, you came to the realisation that the way Kylo treated you was not a normal way that a sith treated his apprentice. Or how a patient treated his doctor. Or a soldier another soldier. You were a bit amazed at how many loops your brain could make to explain everything in a very innocent matter, but you eventually managed to shut them down.

Kylo liked you. The Supreme leader of the First Order liked you. You.

You sat there for many minutes, staring at him, feeling more than just a little overwhelmed on what to do with this information. Then it only got worse, because while looking at him, there was a tiny voice in your head screaming 'YES'. At first you didn't get why that voice was doing it, until you realised that, besides the entire confusion at the situation, there was a great part of you that also liked Kylo. A part that now screamed obscenities at you for not realising your own feelings earlier.

'You had a crush on Kylo this entire time.'

'I don't have a crush on my boss.'

'You do. Rosie said you simped for him.'

'Because he is capable, strong, protects me no matter what. I trust him more than I trust myself and—'

'That's having a crush.'

'No, it isn't. Those are just because I admire him in a purely professional manner.'

'Yes, that's why you keep staring at his naked back.'

'That's not fair! He's the one sitting shirtless, of course I'd stare at it.'

'You think he is handsome.'

'He is. I can't deny that.'

'You like him.'

'Yes, in a professional way.'

'Just shut the fuck up and accept it you moron. You can rationalise your way out of this all you want, but you're the one that's been sleeping in his bed for weeks, thinking that that was 'purely professional', too. You were clearly wrong about his side of things. You are clearly wrong about your side of things.'

You had to give credit to the voice in your head. It had a few good points. The only question now was: what were you supposed to do with that information?

There was a gigantic awkward part in your brain that was frozen like a deer in the headlights, but the very convincing voice in your head told you that just because you had realised it, that it didn't change anything about your relationship, because you'd probably been flirting with him without realising anyway.

"Should I order food?" you suddenly found yourself asking, still staring at his back. He really did have a fantastic muscle definition.

Kylo turned around and nodded. "Slept well?"