Seduced ➢ Kylo Ren

forty-three; closeness

Sparks of pleasure still flying between your two damp bodies, he lets out a content sigh as you adjust yourself, trying to find a comfortable position. You finally settle on his chest, feeling his heart beat calmly against your head. 

His thoughts are calm- the aura around him buzzing with contentedness and satisfaction. It makes you happy.

"Nights like these make me believe in magic," he chuckles, making the effort to lean forward to kiss the top of your head. There is no such thing as too many kisses for him, when it comes to kissing you. 

The way your features fall on your face, are to him, beauty. Mesmerising beauty. Stars brought together to form a breathtaking constellation. He feels powerless to look away, for how can a space traveller at heart ever stop staring at such allurement? 

"Oh yes, super quiet intimacy with my mother sleeping in the next room is the very definition of magical," you say coyly, snapping him out of his blissful observation.

He laughs quietly, running his fingers along your waist, tickling you. You laugh involuntarily, kicking around, until you manage to pin his hands to his sides.

Before you have a chance to do your bidding to Kylo, your mother walks in, her hair sticking up, her over-sized bed t-shirt scrunched up at the waist. 

The tense quiet that fills up the room to the very brim feels so heavy it's almost loud. Both you and Kylo read her mind when no words or sentences come to your aid. 

She knew there had been something going in.

You are her daughter after all.

She can't believe it though; isn't Kylo supposed to be man who stole my baby away? How does she seem to like in this way?

But there's also another thought in her mind, the loudest, the brightest. It's the thought that drained the colour from her face once it was formed.

The First Order are coming to Jakku.