Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

twenty-nine; loving

You've never felt your heart rate accelerate this fast.

You're overcome with raw passion, passion which is animal-like in nature. You need him, want him.

The feeling of his skin on yours; worthy of being called 'addictive'.

It is the closest thing you had to a drug.

His rough hands, one of the small of your back, the other around your wet waist; his strong arms supporting your weight effortlessly.

His soft lips tracing a line from your collar bones, to your neck, to your jaw.

Your lips pressed against his.

Your tongues slowly exploring each other's mouths.

You admit right away that this is your first time. He doesn't want to admit it's his first time as well, until you force yourself into his mind, and amidst all the dirty thoughts about what he wants to do to you, you find the truth, and gently force him to admit that it is his first time too.

The pain slowly but surely diminishes and gives way to the pleasure. Pleasure unlike anything you've ever felt before; a feeling which makes your knees go weak with every time his hips collide into yours. Pleasure which took away every doubt, every uncertainty, every blank spot in your mind - suddenly, everything seems to make sense - it's you, it's Kylo, and no-one else in the entire universe.

It feels like your bodies were made with one sole intention - to come together at this very moment, to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

He grabs you and lifts you in his arms, your legs wrap automatically around his torso, he's still inside of you, still a part of you. Still dripping wet from the shower, he carries you over to the bed, and that is were you both spend the rest of the evening, and most of the night.

*

"You should get some sleep." He intertwines his fingers with yours, and with his thumb traces circles around your hand. "We're so far behind in training."

"I don't wanna sleep," you murmur into his chest. You're both lying down on his bed again, your bodies both sticky with sweat. "I don't want to miss a single second of this magical day."

Kylo smiles to himself, and brings your hand to his lips and kisses each of your fingers. "We both know that this isn't going to be regular occurrence."

You frown a little, sitting up and looking down at him. "Why not? It was.. really good."

He sits up as well, and folds his arms across his chest. "It was." He hesitates, looking away. "It just isn't.."

"Isn't what?"

"It just, it takes a lot for me to feel that way." 

He wants to tell you about how overwhelmed he feels at this very moment. It's not normal for him to feel anything but rage and hate. He wants to admit he's scared of the way you make him feel. The way you make him forget about the Darkness, the pain, the anger.

He wants to admit he's terrified that he feels relieved you make him feel like this.

Seeing the confused look on your face, he continues to say, forcing the words out, "I'm just not used to physical contact, or something."

This makes you giggle, and you straddle his hips. The thought of there only being two layers of clothing separating him from you makes your cheeks turn a subtle shade of pink.

"I'll help you get used to physical contact," you say coyly, and grab his face, squeezing his cheeks, and kissing his protruding lips.

"I never thought our friendship would turn into this," he mumbles between kisses.

You let go of his cheeks, and sit up again, putting a little too much weight on his crotch area, making him wrinkle his nose in slight pain. "Friendship? You considered yourself my friend? All you ever did was hurt me. Slam me against walls and Force-choke me."

He pulls you closer to him. "I have no idea how friends work." He smiles and kisses your forehead. "I have no idea how this works. Incase you haven't noticed, all I used to care about is securing my place in the Dark side."

The fact that he chose to say 'used to' instead of the present tense, gives you a little bit of hope. You find yourself not caring about the Dark side and the Light- all that matters to you now is that Kylo doesn't let himself get dragged into more fights, more battles. All that matters now is that he stays safe. With you.

"I wish we could just get this over with already. Finding Skywalker and the girl. Ending them." You whisper the last two words against his lips, and then kiss him, but he doesn't kiss you back.

His facial expressions change as you utter the words. "Didn't you used to say that that isn't what I was destined for? That it was just Snoke using me?"

"Yeah, but if I help you do it, he'll leave us alone after, right?"

He doesn't have time to answer - which is perhaps a good thing, because he can feel his stomach churn in both anxiety and anger - because the door of his chambers bursts open, and Hux walks in, accompanied by two stormtroopers.

Kylo pushes you off of him and comically pulls the covers up to his chin. "What is it, General?"

Hux smirks at him, looking as if he just won some kind of personal bet, like he has gathered all the information he needed. "Ren, LN-1311." He sneers as he says your Stormtrooper code.

"Her name is Luna," Kylo tells him.

Hux ignores him, and goes on. "Snoke has requested a meeting with you and your.. trainee." He shoots you a hateful look, then turns his gaze back at Kylo. "I suggest you don't keep him waiting; he doesn't seem to be in the best of moods."

He walks to the door again, and then turns his body to face you again. "Oh and, I'm sure he won't be too pleased with whatever.. this is."

"None of your business," Kylo says through gritted teeth, and you force-slam the door in Hux's face.

As soon as the door is closed, Kylo gets out of bed, and starts putting on his robe. You can feel his pulse quicken - he's radiating anxiety. Fear.

"Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"This isn't good. This is very bad."

"Why?" The way he was getting clothed so quickly is making you panic.

He looks at you in disbelief. "Snoke wants to see us. What if he knows about this?"

"What? We're not doing anything wrong."

He shakes his head and searches around for his helmet and lightsaber. "You just don't get it, do you?"

"No, because you're always leaving me in the dark about everything. Is there something I should be getting?"

"Snoke," he says, shouting a little now, "will not hesitate for a single second to destroy you if you show any signs of ruining his plan."

You stay quiet. This can't be happening. An hour ago you were tangled in a mess of bedsheets.

"I don't know how much longer I can manage to convince him that I won't stop him if he tries to end you."

"Will you stop him?"

His facial expression tells you the question has been roaming around his mind for days on end. It makes you feel like you've swallowed a set of stones.

"I don't know."