A Reylo Romance: "Don't be Afraid, I Feel it Too"

"A little training wouldn't hurt, right?"

I take a moment to gather my strength, then sit up. I do have more energy when Kylo isn't using the Force to control me. I also have a reason to hurry and it gives me energy. I want to get into dry clothes, fast, before Kylo returns.

I grab the pile of black clothes he left for me and duck behind the curtain. Inside I find a bath and a toilet, both cut into the rock and both with small streams running through them. I shiver at the thought of an ice cold bath, but then notice that the water flow can be stopped on both ends. Maybe it could be warmed it up with coals...

Stop it. Get dressed and dry and the heck out of here, I tell myself. The clothes Kylo gave me include a black long sleeve, like the one Finn wore, only more formfitting and shapely as though made for a female and a pair of pants, also made with the same material, and also quite form fitting. The fabric is very soft to the touch. It's what the Stormtroopers wear under their armor. I refuse to wear the Stormtrooper armor, if it comes to it, even if I freeze to death. Well, maybe I'd wear the boots.

I feel a breeze coming in from underneath the curtain so I quickly change. The clothes feel warm against my skin, and I realize there's a pair of black socks too. I pull them on, grateful to finally have my feet warm.

Pushing the curtain aside I see that I'm still alone. A breeze is blowing through the room, flickering the candles and blowing some of them out, making the room darken. There's a scent in the air, thick with moisture. My scavenger instincts tell me that there's a storm coming.

I sit down on a chair beside the makeshift kitchen table. Should I go out to see where Kylo and BB-8 are? I only have these socks and the cave floors, outside this room, were running with water from melting snow and small streams between the rocks. I shiver. Kylo was right, it won't do much good for me to catch a cold and be weak and tired. I walk over to the bed to grab one of the blankets to wrap around me. The aren't very thick, but they're quite warm. I'll wait five more minutes then I'm stealing a pair of Kylo's boots and going out to find them.

***

I wake to the smell of warm food and to my stomach grumbling. I don't remember falling asleep but I can tell by the stiffness in my muscles that I've slept a while.

I blink my eyes and look up at a rock ceiling. Where in the Galaxy am I? 

And then I remember.

"BB-8!" I cry out sitting up straight. There's a beep in response and I look down. She's by the bedside, as always.

"How did you... Did Kylo bring you in?"

"Yes," she beeps in response. "After he chased me for a while."

I grin. "Sorry, I guess you didn't know why he was coming after you."

"No. It was scary."

I climb out of bed, surprised for a moment that I'm wearing black clothes, but then I remember that too. I lean down to hug BB-8 and look her over. "Did he hurt you? Did he use the Force on you?"

"Yes. But he didn't hurt me. He left you food."

My stomach growls again. There's a cup of water and a bowl of some kind of bread pudding near the bed. I reach over for the bowl and pick it up. It's still hot. "Where is he now?" I ask, taking a seat with the warm bowl.

"I don't know."

I nod, then start eating right away. It's delicious and I could definitely eat another bowl, but I'm not about to ask Kylo for one.

"He left you boots and that." BB-8 opens one of her tiny compartments and points with a small tool hand to a pair of black boots and what looks like a light saber. I rush over, tossing my bowl aside. It is a light saber. Before I can turn it on Kylo steps into the room, fully dressed in his dark uniform, except for the helmet.

"Oh good, you're up," he says. "Get dressed and we'll begin our training." Then he leaves.

I set the light saber down. Training? I don't remember agreeing to any training. I look at BB-8.

"I didn't agree to training with him," I say to her, just to clarify. She twists her little body in a small movement but doesn't say anything.

"Well, a little training wouldn't hurt, right?"