City of Stars: A Star Wars Fanfic

An Apprentice No Longer

The scarlet glow that simmered in his hand was mesmerizing. His large chocolate brown eyes stared into it for a long time, mind lost in a sea of confusion. His lightsaber was heavy in his hand, and he sometimes thought about running it through his chest, ending all the suffering he'd wrought upon himself and his family. There was one thing keeping him from acting on these thoughts, and one thing alone. It wasn't his mother, who still clung to hope that there was a shred of good in her son, nor was it the glory set before him if he were to truly continue in his grandfather's shoes. No. None of that mattered now. The one thing in this fucked up galaxy that mattered to Kylo Ren, was you.

He felt you enter the room before he saw you, and he shut his lightsaber off with a swoosh. He sat it down on the table next to him, lifting his gaze to your silhouette as you slowly walked toward him. Your hand was nestled lovingly under your swollen belly, heavy with Kylo's twins. You were wearing a floor-length black dress with lace arms, and Kylo's black cloak. You knew he loved to see you in his clothes, and he smirked in your direction.

"Hmm. Someone looks ravishing tonight."

A blush creeps up your face, biting your lip as you finally reach him. You reach out to lightly trace the deep scar on his face with your fingertips, and he nuzzles into the touch. "How are my heirs? I trust they are well?" He asked, a large hand cupping your own as he rubbed your abdomen.

"Growing stronger every day. It shouldn't be long now."

Your words seemed to trouble him. You knew he was scared. In all honesty Kylo wasn't ready to be a father, yet here you were. He had been trying so hard for you. You ran your fingers through his silky black locks and kissed the top of his head lovingly. "You will be the best father."

Kylo doubted that, but he did not dispute your word. He might have been frightened, but he was content with the situation, and he looked on you with large, doting eyes. "You will be a better Empress. Now that Snoke is out of the way, all the Galaxy will see you for what you are. Mine. The First Order would fall without you at my side."

You smirk at him, sliding into his lap and straddling his waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. "Is that what we are here to do, my love? Rebuild the Empire of old?"

Kylo shook his head and pressed his forehead gently against your own, his hands sliding into your [your hair color] curls. "Not the Empire of old, oh no. It is time for us to let go of the past. We are going to build a new and improved Empire, an Empire the likes of the rebels have never seen before."

You leaned in, lips colliding with his as he opens his mouth to you. Your tongues danced together, passion boiling to new heights as he leans you backward, kisses trailing from your lips to your neck. He bit you rough, hard, pushing your back onto his desk as he used the Force to jerk all the clutter off into the floor. You moan, laying back against the Mahogany to allow him room to settle on top of you. He obliges, looming over you carefully, as not to harm the twins, his obsidian hair hanging roughly in his dark eyes. He had reached around to unzip your dress, when there was a hard knock on the steel door. He swore under his breath.

"This had better be important." His tone was severe, and you knew that the Stormtrooper standing on the other end of that door was going to die if he'd interrupted you without cause. When there was no reply, Kylo growled menacingly, sliding off you and stalking toward the door. You sat up, amusement painted on your expression as you watched him nearly rip the door off its hinges. He had such a temper...you found it incredibly arousing.

The Stormtrooper was trembling, standing stick straight and at attention. He rigidly saluted Kylo, apology after apology spilling from his mouth. "There is a situation on the bridge, Sir. Hux is out of control."