Break (A Kylo Ren Fanfic)

XVI

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The clothes are still too big.

Even though Bane said that they were the smallest ones he had, they still hung off of my body awkwardly. Nonetheless, I make the best of it and roll the loose pants up so that they aren't under my feet when I walk and I pull the shirt up so that the scoop isn't too revealingly low.

Towel drying my hair, I walk out of the bathroom, releasing myself from its steamy atmosphere.

As I reenter the bedroom, Bane's eyes fall upon me.

"They sure do treat you well, don't they?" I casually comment as I walk towards Bane with the towel on my hair.

"Better than you would have guessed?" Bane replies, grinning at me and motioning for my to sit next to him on the bed.

When I place myself at his side, he turns and grabs my hips, turning my body so that my legs swing into the bed and my back is to him. He pulls the towel from my hands.

"I guessed all of you would share bunkers or something of the sort," I answer, grimacing as I think back to my life as a servant.

"That's what most would believe. We're more than just slaves here, though," he says, running his fingers through my wet hair. The feeling reminds me of when I was just a girl and one of the matured servants would take care of me at night.

I turn my head to look at Bane over my shoulder. Our eyes connect and a sudden shiver passes down my spine.

"We're a part of something so much bigger than we know here, so they take care of us," Bane continues. I watch his lips as they move, desiring to feel them against my lips again.

"Have you ever wanted to...I don't know, do something else? Be something else?" I ask him, turning my body to face him. A strand of my hair stays in banes fingers as I turn and we both watch as it slips from his fingers once I'm completely turned around.

"I've never had a reason to," he says slowly as I close a bit of space between us. I reach up and wrap my finger in one of the curls of his hair. I'm now supporting myself on my knees so my eye level is above his head. Slowly, he adds a second comment. "Until now."

I fully entwine my hand with his hair, adding my other hand as well to feel the silliness of his locks. I use my grip in his hair to tilt his head back so that when I tilt my head down, we are making eye contact.

"What changed?" I ask him, loosening my fingers so that I can run my hands towards the back of his head, letting my nails scrape against his scalp.

A moment of silence passes between us before I feel Bane's hands on my waist, my shirt sliding against my skin as a result. The touch brings a tad of soreness as my waist was struck quite a bit, but I hide the pain. Instead, I focus on the strange new feeling of having someone touch me in such a gentle way.

Our eyes never depart, and instead of me ever getting an answer to my question, Bane pulls me down towards him. This results in my lips smashing against his which I believe was intended.