Salvation To My Stars • Kylo Ren [2]

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Bellamy's Pov

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*WARNING THERE IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER*

Waves of heat coursed through my blood, a cold sweat glistened on my pale features. My eyes had sunken and my skin was sallow, everything ached. I shivered violently in the tiny, humid sick bay of the ship Captain Onyx was flying. Now that my stomach had stopped lurching, I merely felt bruised inside. There is a fire burning in me. I groan just to breathe and I am limp from my waist down.

"She has a fever," Kalila finally confirmed, taking her hand off my forehead. "I haven't got the slightest idea of how she caught it."

My father grunted, shaking his head. "It didn't seem like a fever when she was screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs."

Kalila shrugged. "Ren, I'm not a doctor. If you want to figure out why she's sick, we should turn this ship around."

"Not a chance," He shook his head. "Snoke would kill me and then you and then Bellamy."

"What?"

I started coughing hysterically when I heard him call me that, indicating that I was awake and fully aware of what was going on.

"Hey kid," Kalila knelt beside my bedside. "How do you feel?"

"Honestly?" I rubbed my eyes, meeting my father's glare. "I feel fine." In reality, my head felt as if someone had shaken it until my brain was thoroughly bruised. Shooting pains stabbed chaotically through my muscles and there was a ringing in my ears.

"You don't look fine." Kalila comments.

"I just fainted," I try to play it off cool. "Of course I'm not going to look okay but I feel fine."

My father eyed me suspiciously before pressing his own hand against my forehead. "Your forehead is hotter than Mustafar."

"I promise that I'm fine," I sit up, immediately regretting my decision. "See?"

Kalila shakes her head. "She's your daughter Ren, I'm not making any calls."

"The Jedi have been spotted heading to Chandrila. Under the protection of Chandrila's military, we won't be able to reach them without risking everything," My father explains. "They can't stay on there forever so when they leave, we will be ready for them."

"What about the First Order?" I question. "What will they do while we are playing hide and seek with the Jedi?"

"Hux and Snoke can take care of everything while we are away. The Resistance is plotting something so we are looking for our First Order sympathizers to find out as much information as we can."

"Alright," I nod my head, feeling inhumanly ill. "Could you leave my quarters now?"

Kalila stalked out before I even had the chance to bid her a goodnight. My father stayed a few more seconds, it was almost as if he was going to say something more. He didn't of course, he left without saying another word. I pull myself together and force my body to look at the mirror hidden in the small bathroom compartment.

My face is awfully pale and my skin glistened with sweat. My lips are puffed out and the skin on them shows the first signs of dehydration. I push back my hair and lean over to get water from the sink, unsatisfied by the slightly metallic taste.

"Hey princess, how are you feeling?" I'm startled by the sudden hands around my waist and I gasp, turning around to meet the eyes of Elwood.

"How did you get in here?"

"I walked through the door?" He smiles nonchalantly.

I roll my eyes, wrapping my own arms around his neck. "To answer your question, I'm alright, just a little dizzy," My lips tug upwards. "How is everything?"

"Aside being bossed around by your father?" He jokes. "Alright I suppose. Sebastian is very annoying."

And very attractive.

I bite my tongue and cringe, shaking my head. I can't believe I just thought that.

"What? What is it?" Elwood asks worriedly, scanning my face with his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Nothing," I lie. "Will you lay with me?"

"Of course Issy."

I fall on the small bed and immediately pull myself onto Elwood, resting my head on his chest. He plays with my hair, twirling strands around his finger as silence consumes us.

There's something about him that lights me up from the inside, there's something about me that made him feel the same way. Touching him is like being handed the holy grail, like my heart is mended even though I never knew it was broken.

"Issy?" He muttered, causing me to look up at him.

"Yeah?"

Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips against mine and it was all too surreal. When he pulled back, he grinned. "I've wanted to do that since we got on this damn ship."

One touch and it was over, it was always that way with me. From there on in it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. He was my release, my escape, my drug, not that I was easy, I knew well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on me. Elwood was different though, he was honest and self aware of my boundaries. Yet with chemistry, with real love, too many of my switches were flicked and I forgot everything.

All too quickly, I pushed myself up and straddle his waist. His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to. In this moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight.

"Princess..." He whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them.

I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has that stupid nickname ever felt so wonderful.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my hip. It settled there and pulled me closer. I found myself inhaling sharply. Must he be so perfect? My breathing hitched when his hand left my thigh and went to the hem of my shirt. His hand lingered for a second, asking for permission.

I do the honours and strip myself of my black tunic, throwing it somewhere in the room. His shirt was next and I wanted it off, pleading like some kind of desperate child. Eagerly, I went for his belt and fumbled with the latch, trying my best to slide them off.

Almost shyly, I slide my pants off my legs and let them drop to the floor. I still can't believe I'm doing this. The way he looks at me is enough to boost my confidence. He doesn't look at me like I'm vulnerable, he looks at me like I'm beautiful. It isn't the first time for either of us, but we're so nervous you'd never know it. "Are you sure?"

Am I sure? Either way, I nod my head and press my lips to his once more. He muttered my name as our bodies collided. Slowly, we became entwined, our hearts coming together as one. To the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet nonsense, I felt closer to home with him. His tongue carved every inch of my body like a chisel and his kisses were long and deep.

I found myself gasping for air. I finally found love...it actually existed.

A/N: Dedicated to the ten people who are all like 'HECK YEA SMUT'
P.S this isn't really hardcore smut but I am a child of the lord.