Kiddo | Kylo Ren

XV. Nothing More, Nothing Less

SLIGHT NSFW

Day one without Kylo seemed as if the world had stopped spinning.

 After his abrupt exit, you hadn't seen Kylo at all for the rest of the day. Though you knew he was busy, you had still expected him to come back to the hotel after hours.

Maybe to sleep, maybe to carry on his actions from the night before.

Either way, spending an entire day and night wondering where Kylo had been was not what you expected to do with your free time.  

After he had given you breakfast and left the hotel room, you tried your best to go back to sleep- or at least close your eyes and rest after the Zabraki situation.

You thought for sure those men would have given you some type of PTSD for the rest of your life, but they didn't. 

Not when just minutes after they had been slain, you were back in Kylo's arms- experiencing the same warmth you felt the first time the two of you had kissed. 

Something about the way Kylo touched you- caressed you, had made that whole situation sink into the depths of your mind and never return again. 

But you weren't able to sleep. Not after Kylo had just called you "his" and he "yours."

Though you didn't quite understand what that meant, you appreciated his choked out response. At least he had the decency to answer your question at all, even if the outcome had been confusing. 

But when sleeping his words off had failed, you turned to his gicantic balcony view. 

The Rako sun was a bright orange, even in the mid afternoon- much different than the one hour of sunlight you got to experience back on your home planet. 

Though Kylo's view from his room was only feet away from yours, you couldn't help but notice how different the oceans and trees now seemed. 

They were closer- almost like you could reach out and touch the leaves, or feel the damp wind from the oceanic breeze. 

This was a view you knew could occupy you for some time. Not exactly the whole day, but enough for you to sketch in the notebook the hotel had offered Kylo. 

But as hours passed, sketching the distant forests became just as boring as pointlessly laying in bed.

You reverted to eating after that- scouring through Kylo's fridge for anything at least slightly edible. 

Compared to your fruity and sweetly stocked fridge, Kylo's was the complete opposite. He only seemed to have raw meat, a few vegetables, and some kind of grey mush that looked to be a century old. 

You knew you could just leave his room. You could go back to your own, grab something to eat from there, and then walk back to Kylo's. 

But there was something that was stopping you from entering that room. 

The dent Akira's body had left in the wall. The mud you had dragged in from the wet streets of Rako. The blood from your busted knees that had dripped all over the floor.