❝You are a danger to me.❞
He confessed, holding his glare on her. A look of surprise graces her features as she absorbed the words, and she fought to control the shiver that ran down her spine.
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She joined The Resis...
His eyelids were heavy, sinking shut on their own accord as he lay on his back, fingers intertwined atop his bare, toned stomach. He fought hard to keep them open, to keep the thoughts and fantasies from playing out in his head. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not.
The anger inside him was beginning to wash away, replaced with the lust and infatuation he felt for that damned woman. The way her lithe, smooth body moved with languid movements, slender yet toned legs striding forward with her new found confidence. Yes, he had noticed the change in her demeanor almost immediately. He found it to be quite alluring. He noticed every time a smirk or sly smile tugged at her full, inviting lips. Or the way her impossibly green eyes scanned him, like she was memorizing everything about him.
For once, his mind was at ease; The thought of her seemed to soothe him. To calm his inner demons into a low rumble in the back of his mind.
For a fleeting moment, he wished he could feel this way all the time.
As if uncomfortable with his own thoughts, he quickly sat up, his long wavy tresses falling in his face as he let out a deep exhale. These thoughts of his were beginning to get out of control.
Having trouble sleeping?
Her soft voice chimed through his head, and despite his best effort the be annoyed with the intrusion, a small smile threatened his usual stoic expression.
Should you be asleep, Avatra? Are you prepared for your test tomorrow?
He waited a moment, listening to the dead silence of his room.
I can feel you, from all the way across the base. I know that you were thinking of me.
She was quick to change the subject, turning it on Kylo himself. A small snicker escaped his lips as he pushed his hair out of his face. He was usually very careful with his emotions and thoughts. Yet somehow she managed to tap into it. She was growing stronger by the day.
Why are you fighting me like this? Her voice seemed to whisper, and he could feel the tension rise between them. He often times asked that question himself, wondering why he denied her so. He thought it was because he would become weak if he let those emotions grow within him. But the longer he thought about it, the harder it was to reason with her.
Kylo pursed his lips, letting his eyes wander around his enormous room.
You are supposed to hate me, Avatra. I cannot fathom how you've developed these feelings towards me. You are making this much harder than it needs to be.
Silence. As though she was contemplating his words and letting them sink in. It was incredibly difficult to respond to his thoughts and she couldn't quite figure out a way to explain it. But she knew that there was so much more to Kylo than he portrayed. He was right; She was supposed to hate him. For taking away her brother, for kidnapping her and forcing her to train, to become as he was. But she was nothing like him...So with a deep inhale, she projected everything that has happened to her since she left The Resistance base, since she met him.
From the first time they met, he radiated anger and hatred, power that seemed immeasurable and absolutely terrifying. He killed her brother, he ordered her to be dragged onto his ship and kept her in a cold, dark cell. From that moment on, she knew she hated him.
But as time went by, and her powers grew stronger within her, she could feel more of him. She could feel the internal conflict inside him, the pull to the light and the pain that he felt. She could relate to him, as he had lost everything in his trek to become what he is, and she did, too.
Avatra inhaled sharply, pushing harder to show him just why she was fighting so hard for him;
She whispered three simple words, 'I wish to', and before she knew what was happening, he was close enough that she could feel his breath ghost over her own lips. She could feel the pain and the hatred seemingly fade away as his lips met hers. The gentle touch of his bare hands against her skin was not Kylo Ren, but someone else entirely. There was someone else hiding under the mask, and he was still clinging onto the sliver of light inside him as though he was scared to let go.
His name is Ben Solo.
Kylo screwed his eyes shut, pushing her out of his head with a deep growl. She let go, her presence fading into the distance as he was left with his own thoughts once again.
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Sorry about the shortness of this chapter, Holiday season has been keeping me busy. I'll try and get another chapter out ASAP! If you like it, leave a star! And share it with your Kylo lovin' friends! xoxo,
