Kidnapped by Kylo Ren (Star Wars)

Chapter Ninety-Six

(Author's Note: The link I posted is heartbreaking. I freaking love Anakin Skywalker. Also: Nira's POV.)

The shower rained it's contents down on us and we stood together, neither wanting to ever let go, neither wanting to face our evil realities, but both knowing that the heavenly hug couldn't continue forever.

However, we both wished it could've lasted until the end of eternity.

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For several minutes I gladly stood with Kylo Ren's arms wrapped around my body and my head resting on his muscular, drenched chest. We allowed the water to wash over us and, in a way, cleanse us of the past battle. Having to deal with the memories of that battle alone was pure suffer and anguish, but having someone to go through it with you made the memories slightly bearable.

Finally, he turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and handed me a towel. He then grabbed a towel for himself and wrapped it around his waist. I couldn't help but stare at his striking body. His hip bones supported the towel enough to hold it up, and his abs were carved and breathtaking. The muscles in his arms flexed and un-flexed with every movement, and his entire body was sopping wet from the shower.

"Nira?" He asked. I looked up into his eyes to see that he had caught me checking him out. I immediately felt my face heat up and I looked away ashamedly.

Kylo Ren left the bathroom, and I started to dry my body off. I was so embarrassed that he had seen me openly scanning his body up and down.

I realized that I hadn't brought clothing into the bathroom with me, so I would have to go out into the bedroom if I wanted to get dressed. If Kylo Ren had left my room then I wouldn't have to worry about secrecy but if he was still in my room then I would have to keep myself carefully covered.

I know that I love him and he loves me but I didn't know if seeing my body was something he wanted.

I walked out into the bedroom slowly and peered around. Surely enough, he was there.

I made my way slowly over to the dresser, cautious not to slip on the droplets of water that fell from my hair and onto the black tiled floor. I opened a drawer and began to get clothes out.

"Nira," Kylo Ren began. I turned around to face him. He was wearing only loose black nightwear-pants.

"I was actually thinking you could wear this. I picked it out myself." He suggested, handing me a piece of clothing.

It was a knee-length, flowing, black nightgown with short sleeves. I hesitated before nodding and accepting the fabric from him.

I then returned to the bathroom to get changed. I slipped on my undergarments and then pulled the nightgown over my head.

I looked in the mirror and couldn't help but admire myself. The nightgown was plain, but elegant. It was very girly and extremely sophisticated at the same time. My curves perfectly fit into gown; the nightgown, in fact, exaggerated and complimented my curves. It covered the burns on my chest. My hideous scalp was still showing, which was the only downside the the entire ensemble, but I knew I would have to deal with the horror that was my scalp with any outfit.

I fell in love with the simple piece of fabric.

I walked shyly back out into my bedroom, afraid that Kylo Ren wouldn't hold the same views about the nightgown on my body as I did.

He was looking down and, for a quick moment, all I could do was admire the familiar perfections of his face; his nose that fit so well into his features, his thick and luxurious lips, his pitch-black and feathery hair that contrasted his pale complexion in such a lovely way, the long lashes, the ridge of his sturdy brow, and those deep set, gorgeous brown eyes that I enjoy so dearly.