Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

twenty-six; don't leave

The second Kylo and yourself are safe inside his room, you close the chamber's doors, and grab his dear face in your hands and kiss him; roughly at first, but then he pulls away, wincing slightly.

He doesn't want to stop kissing you, but your body is pressing into his, rubbing against his fresh wounds.

So when his lips meet yours again, you make sure you kiss him softly, as softly as you could manage.

"I missed you," you tell him between kisses. The sentence is broken up because he can't seem to keep his lips away from yours; they keep coming back to meet yours, over and over, not giving you a chance to speak.

He doesn't need to say that he missed you. The way he's kissing you- like he's afraid he'll never get to do it again- is evidence enough.

After a while, you guide him to his bed, and he sits down and inhales loudly. It's obvious he's still in pain. You sit on one leg beside him, rubbing his arm gently, trying your best to soothe him, while he tries to control his breathing.

"Have they given you something to numb the pain?" you say quietly, finger-combing his soft hair away from his face. You hate seeing him like this; in pain, vulnerable.

Never had you seen him appear so human- and you hate it. It means that he can't be hurt, can be killed. That he's not immortal.

He nods and turns to face you, and you cup his cheek. He slowly rubs the side of his face into your palm, closing his eyes. "I feel better now that I'm with you."

This makes your heart flutter and your cheeks turn pink, and you move closer to him, place a soft kiss on his cheek. "You need to rest. Do you need to change the bandages?"

He grimaces as he stands up. "I think so, yes. I was bleeding out a lot earlier."

Only now do you realise just how much pale his face really is; the blood is all being lost.

"I'll help you change it," you tell him. "Do you have some bandages here?"

He nods, and then then gestures with his head to a little metal cabinet hanging on a wall beside the door which leads to the showering room.

"You're running low on bandages," you note as you grab an ointment out of the cabinet. He lets out a light chuckle.

"What can I say; I hurt myself a lot."

You turn to face him; find him shirtless, leaning back against his pillows. The white bandage wrapped around his pale-white torso is a horrible shade of crimson.

Your mouth hangs open at the sight of the bloodied bandage. "Look what they've done to you," you whisper as you sit gingerly at the edge of the bed, close to him.

"It was my own fault."

You slowly unwrap the bandage. The wound is deep, but you can tell it has been previously cleaned. Kylo groans a little as the last piece of the bandage sticks to the wound.

As you apply the antibiotic ointment he digs his nails into the skin of your thigh; trying his best not to whimper.

"Does it sting?" You hate every second of this.

He mumbles a soft answer. He hates appearing so weak and vulnerable.

"Here, sit up," you say, placing a gentle hand on his back to help him sit up. "Hold the bandage."

He holds it in place, while you wrap it around his ribs, and then secure it so it won't unwrap in his sleep.

"Okay," you say quietly, mostly to yourself. "You need to rest. For a long time, okay?"

Kylo nods. You place the ointment bottle back inside the cabinet, feel his eyes following you. You hover near the door, unsure as to what you should do next.

"Can you-" He stops himself, clenches his jaw. You wait patiently, your heartbeat accelerating by the second, hoping for him to ask you to stay.

"Can you stay until I fall asleep?" He shifts his position, makes place for you to lie down.

"Yeah, of course I can," you murmur, and walk up to the bed. Your heart is racing; you can't wait to cuddle into him.

You try not to think about what this means- is it love? Does he feel the same way?

You push these thoughts to the back of your mind as you lie back against the pillows. "Come here," you say softly.

He leans into you, supporting his weight on his elbow, and kisses you softly. His other hand caresses your neck, and then travels to your jaw.

You can feel yourself melt at his touch.

"Thank you," he murmurs as he rests his head on your chest, his raven-black hair fanning out up to your neck. He intertwines his fingers with yours.

You play with his hair for a while, until you feel his breathing start to slow down, and then, shortly after, his grip of your hand loosens as his hand goes limp.

You don't want to leave him alone. You need him just as much as he needs you; the time you had spent without him proved it.

Besides, how can you leave and risk waking him up?

You fall asleep to the sound of his soft, peaceful breathing.

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