The Fallen Knight

Awakening - Kylo

Kylo shot up in his bed. He was covered in sweat, the fear was almost inescapable, what the Force was that dream, why was he so terrified for her? Even now that he knew it was a simple dream he couldn't shake the image of her falling over that blasted boulder.

Slowly to took in calming breaths. Slowly his blood pressured lowered and his heart began to return to normal.

There was something next to him, a warmth he did not recognize. He lifted his hand automatically, calling his blade to him.

He ignited it immediately and the crimson glow lit up his room just enough for him to see what was beside him. 

It was her, Rey, lying peacefully next to him.

He nearly leapt from the bed. What was she doing here, and in his bed of all places? How had she gotten onto the ship unseen and then made it into his locked room? Only he and he alone knew the code to the door and it was impervious to any sort of Force tricks, he had made sure of that.

She stirred slightly, a small sigh escaping her mouth. The sheet slipped down her shoulder, revealing that she was wearing less than normal, though he noticed she was certainly covered more so than before.

From what he could tell it was a wrap around her chest and abdomen. He deactivated his saber and set it on the table next to the bed.

What was he supposed to do now?

His enemy somehow appeared in his bed wearing next to nothing and instead of trying to kill her, all he could do was stare at the curves of her body.

She was tiny, but he could see the muscles that ran the length of her shoulder and arm. Her back shifted slightly as she took a breath and even in the dark he could tell her body was constructed perfectly from years of scavenging on Jakku. He could see the curve of her breast, hidden from view by the simple wrap; it was enough to bring the tightness in his pants to his attention. 

Maker help me.

He reached a tentative finger towards her. Perhaps this was just the Bond again; she couldn't really be there, could she? His fingers grazed her shoulder lightly.

Kriff

He pulled his hand back. She suddenly rolled over and he froze, not moving, not even breathing.

She was facing him now, and she was awake.

"Ben?" she questioned. She was still half asleep her eyes blinking several time in an attempt to wake up more. She reached a hand forward slowly.

"Ben, is that you?" Her hand made contact with his arm and her eyes widened in disbelief. She sat up, staring at him in shock as she realized this was different from the bond they had come to know.

"Where am I? Why am I here? What did you do??!!" She stared at him; he could see the anger and terror burning in her eyes as she moved away from him on the bed. Her back hit the wall and she let out a gasp.

"Ben what the hell is going on?" She was angry and scared and all he could do was stare.

His eyes raked over her body. It was indeed designed by years of hard work, yet somehow still so soft and distracting. She watched him, probably thinking of ways to punish him for the way he looked at her. He knew his eyes were hungry; his hands ached to touch her, but he clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms. The sudden sharp pain seemed to clear his mind enough to finally answer her.

"What did I do? As far as I know, I didn't do anything. I woke up and you were here in my room," he said. He finally pulled his eyes away from her, quickly looking down at the bed. He could tell she was embarrassed after having grabbed the sheet, pulling it up to cover her chest.

"Your room!" she nearly shouted. "Why the hell am I in your room?" She was almost frantic now her eyes darting around wildly searching for a exit.

He leaned forward, covering her mouth with his hand. She was being too loud; even his nearly sound proof walls weren't perfect. She glared at him; he could sense her reaction before it came.

"If you bite me I will return the gesture. Now be quiet, before you wake the entire ship." Her glare became more pronounced, if that was even possible, and he had to resist the urge to laugh at her. He slowly removed his hand, shooting her a look in warning. He needed to think and her screaming wasn't going to help.

"Ben," her voice had lowered but he could hear the fear in it. "This is the bond isn't it? It's still getting stronger," she said, stating the obvious. Yet he wondered if perhaps it was only obvious to himself. She had very little training in the Force. Though, he himself had never physically transferred himself across an entire galaxy.

"Yes, clearly, but how do we stop it, how do I get you out of my room?" He sat up straighter now, leaning back to flip the switch on the small lamp next to his bed. As he did, he noticed her eyes widen at his lack of a shirt.

The Force had a sense of humor indeed.

He noticed how her eyes wandered hungrily over his chest. But as they did, that hunger dissipated and she stifled a gasp. He watched as her eyes became glossy as she peered at the scars that littered his body. He suddenly felt very exposed; self-conscious even.

Slowly, hesitantly, she reached a hand forward, eyeing him as she did. He saw no trace of fear or anger. In fact, he thought he saw the briefest flicker of concern.

Her fingers trembled before him, grazing softly down the most prominent mark on his body, her mark. She leaned closer and he eyed her suspiciously. What did she plan; where was the knife that was surely going to pierce through him?

She was so close, too close.  He was frozen in place as she closed the space and placed her lips gently against that scar that marked him as hers. "I'm so sorry Ben."

Her touch was like fire, it sent shivers down his spine. What a feeling it would be to have her lips caress more than that simple scar, perhaps the entirety of his chest, his face.

It was the first time in years he had felt anything. Every sense seemed to come alive as she breathed life back into his body, awakening his nerves to the sweetest feeling. "I'm sorry, Ben," she whispered before she began to move away. His hand was around her wrist before he could stop himself.

"Wait, please." He wanted her close, wanted to feel her touch again.

She froze and stared, her eyes flickering from the grip on her wrist to his own. He so very nearly pulled her back to him, pulled her lips to his own. The tension between them was so intense he couldn't even push her away; he couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

The Force swirled around them. He could feel it tugging him forward, pulling him to her. His skin tingled as if electricity was dancing across it but instead of pain he felt a pleasure he had never known. She must have felt something too, because she gasped and pulled her hand back.

He hadn't let go and he fell face first towards her. Before he could right himself, he felt her shove him back with the Force, sending him toppling back onto the floor.