Confronting Fear

Hands

I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh God, it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home
Sitting all alone inside your head

Through Glass - Stone Sour

"You need to rest Rey."

"No, I need a new saber. The faster I get to work on it the better." Maker he was infuriating. He always just expected her to do whatever he said.

They'd been having this argument for a half hour with neither giving ground.

"The process is difficult, requires total concentration and the meditation portion can take days. You're nearing a full standard day since you last slept. If you're not well rested, it could go horribly wrong."

"If it could take days then best to get started now."

"If it takes days to complete then a few hours won't matter." Kylo sighed. "There's a High Council meeting in an hour and a half. Its important that you're there. Hux knows you were injured on Mustafar and news travels fast. They need to see you, strong and healthy. Eat a real meal, clean up, and come to the meeting. If you're still ready when we're done, you can get started."

Rey considered. She was hungry and sweaty. The adrenaline of the hunt had worn off on the trip back to the flagship. She didn't know Hux well, but he seemed the type to strike when she was weak. He needed to see she wasn't. "That is a reasonable compromise."

"I'll leave you to it then."

After Rey inhaled enough food to feed a small army, she made her way to the refresher, setting the water to as hot as she knew she could handle, causing the whole space to fill with steam. Her shoulder was aching and the heat would help the muscle to relax.

Her thoughts inevitably drifted to the dark man next door, wondering for the thousandth time what was becoming of her. She should hate him, but for some reason she didn't. He was the monster that killed Han and millions of others, he was the Dark she had sworn to defeat. But, in the shuttle back from Coruscant he had looked so vulnerable as he tried to assuage her fear of subjugation. For a few seconds Ben Solo had visited her.

She slid her soapy hands over her skin, enjoying the sensation of the sweat and dust being scrubbed from it. What would his hands feel like?

If Rey hadn't already been red in the face from the hot water she would have blushed at the thought. Rey had explored her own body before but rarely did so. It was something that didn't hold much appeal to her, and she was busy all the time anyway.

But right now, she was noticing the way the rest of her body responded as her own hands roamed over it. She could only imagine how his hands would feel, rough palms and long fingers working their way across her wet skin, the fantasy eliciting a tiny moan from her. The way his skin would feel, her hands on his broad chest... Rey felt the heat pooling in her belly and an aching wetness that did not come from the shower in her center. Should she? No, no time right now. She needed to get these formalities over with so she could work on her saber. She reluctantly shut the water off, and prepared to get dressed.

Kylo's hands were scrubbing at his scalp, avoiding his head wound when he felt the shift. He was in almost the same environment as he left but the water that had beating down on him from above was gone. It was just steam. Where was Rey, unless the Force was trying to show him something else? And why now of all times? He went through great trouble to never allow his face be seen and here he was completely naked.

He heard a small sound, like a tiny moan and turned his attention to it. Barely visible in the thick fog was Rey. He shook himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but no this was real. She hadn't noticed him, yet. He slid slightly forward on the wet white tiles, straining to see her better. She had her back to him, her soaked hair stuck to her shoulders, running her own soapy hands up and down her body. He could just make out the shape of her curves, the way her hips sloped to her perfect ass. He felt himself growing hard at the sight, imagining how her combination of wet, soft skin and firm muscle would feel in his hands.