Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 22

Kylo

Quinn swallows her discomfort as she passes her hands over her clothes. It's obvious she hasn't worn anything besides a uniform for years. I didn't go too overboard when I ran to the uniform droids and picked out a private design. Most officers don't have access to such a program. She's wearing a black razor back dress that shows a lot of her shoulders and collar and the bruised spots where I sucked and nipped this morning. It's form fitting around her curvy frame and soft stomach. It barely covers her ass, and the tight brown pants don't hide any of her long, sturdy legs. The boots are short, simple and practical.

But it's her hair that gets my attention. Such a soothing brown with soft waves. Instead of the tight bun that pulls on her face, it frames her cheeks and flows past her shoulders. Her face looks alive, cheeks and lips plump and eyes well rested. I try to make my expression impassive, and I feel so naked and exposed without my helmet around her.

"I'm ready," she says nervously as she crosses my quarters to where I stand by the door.

She scans my own casual outfit of a black tank tucked into my pants tucked into my boots. The urge to hold her hand as she comes to my side makes my arm twitch, but I second guess myself and let my muscles relax. Even though we both scarfed down our breakfast like ravenous beasts, I'm still unsure how similar our habits really are. Does she share the urge to hold my hand? Or would she see that as clingy? But maybe she wants clingy after everything I put her through.

Letting out a sigh filled with frustration at myself, I reach my mind out into the corridor to make sure it's empty.

I run my hand over the blastdoor sensor and stride purposefully through the corridor. Quinn follows a half step behind, and her nerves grate against my brain. What is she so nervous about?! I don't usually make her this uneasy. It must be my lack of helmet. She's still not used to it, and maybe she doesn't like it this way. She fought tooth and nail for me to remove my helmet, but now she's nervous...

I get us into the lift and descend through the ship without being seen. Quinn shifts on her feet next to me, but otherwise looks composed when I glance at her out of the corner of my eye. It takes a long time to get down and over to the private bay, and my fingers twitch the whole time, desperate to rid her of her nervousness, but too self-conscious about what's making her nervous. And this is exactly why I didn't want to fall for her in the first place!!! My confidence is zapped.

The docking bay is mostly empty without the Night Buzzard. I stride past my command ship with Quinn at my side until we get to a small cruiser with pre-imperial codes that Hux or I sometimes use to travel undetected. It's a two seater with the passenger seat behind the pilot, but I have no intention of using it that way.

The hatch is open, and I turn to Quinn to find her frowning at the ship. My hands that were inching toward her waist to lift her onto the wing freeze. "What?!"

She blinks at the sound of my exasperated voice. "I just... don't recognize this ship."

"Good," I say, and my hands start moving again. I don't let her nerves stop me from squeezing her waist and feeling her back against my chest for a fleeting moment as I help her onto the wing.

Before she can step into the cockpit, I leap up beside her with ease and sink down into the pilot's seat. She freezes when I reach my arm out for her to take my hand.

She seemed to like my humor earlier, so I go for a playful lift of my brow. "Passenger princesses ride where I can touch them."

Her cheeks blush, and a rush of affection slams into my chest. She takes my hand and maneuvers herself into my lap. It's a tight fit, but that's just how I want it. If I'm really going to be with her, I'm really going to do it. At least as much as I can stand.