Ignite the Stars | Reader x Ben Solo / Kylo Ren

Ch. 17 | I'm Just His Satellite

Like a meteor cutting across a starless night
He brightens up my darkest hour
He's gentle and he's true
Never tries to force me, oh, no
And so I follow him
Like the tail of a comet
I'm just his satellite, yeah
Never stray into any other orbit
Not while he's around
I'm empty when he's away from me
My heart's a black hole
Because he's the one
who makes my skies a heaven
No nothing will ever eclipse our love

I'm Just His Satellite - Leia Organa
('Chanteuse of the Stars' Star Wars comic issue #77)

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The crisp clean scent of a sanitized sterile room is the first thing you notice before opening your eyes. But the smell isn't what wakes you and neither does the feel of the clean sheets beneath you. The intense and all consuming heat radiating from your side is what does it. The heat and the feel of the person plastered to your side like a second skin is familiar enough to know who it is without bothering to check.

Ben.

You're not sure exactly what happened after passing out in his arms in the hangar on the Supremacy but you know he'll fill you in once he figures out you're awake. What happened really doesn't matter because Ben is alive and aside from the stress and worry he's feeling, he's okay. The gentle hum of a ship's engine tells you that you made it to Leia's ship and are traveling through hyperspace to who knows where. Part of you wants to panic because you aren't sure if everyone else made it out okay. Are they on the ship with you?

When you open your eyes, you're in a very white and dimly lit room. The walls are white, the tile on the floor is white, and the sheets are white. It's a stark contrast to the black and red ship you were on the last time you were awake.

Ben's arm is lying across your stomach and his giant hand is gently holding onto your waist while he sleeps. You blink back tears of relief while staring up at the clean white ceiling above you. He really is okay and the extremely painful knife you took to the back wasn't in vain. The completely devastated look on his face before you blacked out flashes through your mind and you can't help but feel a little guilty for putting him through it. Slowly, you turn your head to the left and are greeted with the sight of his sleeping face. He's frowning slightly and you have to restrain yourself from reaching up and smoothing his frown lines with your thumb.

Through the bond you do your best to send him a wave of comfort to sooth the worries he carries even in his sleep. The moment it works his frown slowly disappears and his breathing evens out a bit more than before. To test how asleep he is, you slowly fidget in his grasp. When in the same position on the Falcon, the slightest movement causes him to pull you even closer to him and tighten his grip on whatever part of your body he is touching at the time.

When you move and he doesn't stir you start to sit up but a tightness in your back takes you by surprise causing you to gasp quietly. You breathe a sigh of relief when you glance over to him and he's still sleeping deeply. The bags under his eyes indicate he hasn't been sleeping well, if at all. The longer he sleeps, the better, even if you want nothing more than to let him know you're okay.

Your back doesn't hurt like it did back in the hangar but the tightness of the skin there tells you the wound isn't completely healed. Slowly, you lift Ben's large and heavy arm from across your waist and set it gently on the bed directly next to you so he's still touching you but no longer restricting your movement. Holding on to the bed's railing, you prepare yourself for the pain you may feel when trying to sit up but there's hardly any. Ben slightly curls in on himself in his sleep on your left. His back is pressed up against a large window with a beautiful view of the stars passing by the ship as it travels at hyper-speed.