Bond (Kylo Ren x Rey)

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He was sleeping, she noticed with a jump.

Rey had been in a deep meditation in her quarters of the ship. However, as she looked at his prone form, she knew she was sitting on the floor of Kylo Ren's room, most likely on a dreadnought.

He was facing away from her on his standard-issue bunk. Careful not to make any movements, Rey warily stared towards her bond-mate. What if he had heard the bond activate, and, pretending to sleep, he was lying in wait to spring a trap? Although with some concentration, she was able to detect slight snores and a hazy aura in his force signature, letting her know he was truly asleep. Rey gazed at Kylo, pondering what her next actions would be. How could she take advantage of this situation?

His long, raven hair tumbled onto his pillow, and his hand was twitching as if his dreams were uncomfortable. Looking at him like this, vulnerable and deep in sleep, Rey realized how badly she wanted peace for him. He had long suffered under Snoke; even his sleepy restlessness had indicated that.

She couldn't hurt him.

At least not right now.

Not like this.

Rey soundlessly stood up from her sitting position, padded over to Kylo's sleeping form, and looked down to see his face. Guilt punched her in the gut as she once again saw the deep, uneven scar that trailed its way down his face.

She had done that.

With a swirl of emotion churning in her soul, she slowly extended a small hand towards his. The tips of Rey's fingers lightly brushed over his knuckles before he stirred and she left the bond without a trace.
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Kylo jolted awake to find the skin of his hand burning as if by a phantom fire.

Scavenger.
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