❝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...
❝This is torturous, electricity between both of us.
And this is dangerous,
because I want you so much,
but I hate your guts.. ❞
Daughter - Landfill.
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The dust cleared after a moments time, leaving them in the shadow of the collapsed tomb. His clothes were covered in the dust, no longer black. The heat was beginning to intensify, and he could no longer take it.
Gently, he eased her head onto his leg, reaching up to press the small latch under his chin, releasing the compressed air in his helmet with a hiss before pulling it off and tossing it to the side. With a deep exhale, he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it away from his concerned, brown eyes.
He studied her face with brows knit, his hand hesitantly reaching toward her soft face, where he gently stroked her cheek. He admired her beauty, all the while his mind racing with thoughts and questions. She had felt the dark side. She was strong enough to withstand the tomb with the minute training she had. She had proven herself worthy, and he felt a small smile brace his features at the thought.
He felt her stir in his arms, her head turning slightly to press against the fabric of his clothes.
"Mother of Onderon....What happened?" She breathed out, adjusting herself. It took a moment to realize that Kylo was holding her, and she tensed in his arms, her emerald eyes staring up at him. It was then when she smiled,
"Nice to see you again, Ben." She teased. He frowned at this, despite the feeling it gave him. No one in The First Order knew of his real name. He was Kylo Ren, leader of The Knights of Ren. Not to mention that fact that he told her to address him only when spoken to. But it seemed that she could defy his every order, and he would still forgive her.
Maybe it was the adeneline in his veins from almost losing her, or just the way her eyes looked when she called him Ben, but he moved without a second thought. Leaning down while pulling her closer, he pressed his lips against hers in a deep embrace.
Avatra's fingers grasped his dust covered torso, the fabric tight in her hands as she kissed him back. The feeling of being this close to him again made her heart pound in her chest, it made her skin rise with goosebumps and her stomach ache with a longing she had never felt before.
To her, this was passion.
Kylo pulled away slightly, breathing out against her lips as his dark eyes searched hers.
"Why is it so hard for you to follow orders?" Kylo growled out, despite the obvious shine in his eyes. Avatra smirked slyly,
"I don't know. I guess it's just you." She whispered, fighting to calm her racing heart. He let out a soft sigh, eyes scanning her face as he let the moment sink in.
