When the Day Loved the Night (On Temporary Hiatus!)

As Long As the Stars Shine

Kylo Ren marveled at the moonlight.

It stained her bare skin, claiming her to the night, though her head of fire feathered still beneath the twilight's wavy glow.

The man shifted softly beneath the covers of their bed and pressed a hand against the mattress on her other side. His eyes caught sight of the billowing curtains, fanning the entrance to the balcony, and a smirk bloomed at the tip of his cheeks in thought of the woman he held out there, beneath the pool's gentle tide only hours before.

She snored gently beside him, something which pulvirized his gut with a funny warmth, that someone so small could rest so loudly.

He watched the arc of her back, expanding and releasing with the weight of her breath, the way her faintly lit muscles tensed ever so slightly against the coolness of his lips, the subtle, periodic stirring of her figure as if it were speaking, "Don't leave me- I am still with you."

Kylo Ren brushed her chestnut curls of hair to the side of her naked back, arching himself so that he might lean atop her but not disturb her quiet slumber. He cemented his hands on either side of her glinting shoulders and painted the tender divot of her spine with a kiss.

"I love you." The night's splendor unsheathed his secrets as the day, drenched in the burning light of the stars, remained tucked away in sleep's solicitous pocket.

Kylo lifted a hesitant hand to dust aside the locks of hair smothering Rey's ears.

The night surrendered against the blinding beauty of the day, how she shone just as brightly bare and clothed by nothing but moonlight. He descended upon the world in kisses, enveloping the scorching sun in an unfaltering shield of his gentle darkness. "I love you."

Cocooned in the swirling storm of sunset, Rey melted in unconsciousness against his touch, her light extinguished only to flare amidst the match that he was and blaze into something greater.

"As long as the stars shine, I will love you," Kylo Ren lapped his stream of words against her paled, barren skin, "As long as the moon beams."

She would always be the sun, destined to burn an eternity after their mortal lives collapsed into dust.

"Until I die, until the sun no longer smolders against the twilight's ebony tide," the man felt himself promise in a frightened whisper, "You are mine."

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Rey flinched at a thunderous eruption, peeling open her exhausted eyes in time to glimpse a blurry vision of falling sparks in the sky outside their bedroom window.

Fireworks. Her husband's words rang in her mind as she lifted a tingly hand and rubbed the weary wrinkles of her face.

The Jedi reached instinctively beside herself in desire for the touch of Kylo Ren, but she toppled onto her side, lifting her gaze in discovery of an empty bed beside herself. A crater lingered where her husband had lain, but his apparition had long faded into the ghostly thrum of darkness.

Another gargantuan screeching of a blast above wrenched Rey's face toward the opened balcony doors, the curtains shuffling quietly against them in the wind.

Perhaps, Kylo had vanished to watch the cataclysmic display himself. He did rather admire the fireworks, after all.

Squeezing her shoulders together in a yawn, the soles of her feet shivered in contact with the floor beneath them as she rubbed the small bumps festering on her arms, her torso sheathed by a silk nightgown. The frigid skin of her feet collided with the balcony's cement floor as she stepped past the swelling fabric of the room's linen curtains. Her eyes fell to the sky, though she could not scour the burning blur of the stars amidst twilight's abyss.