Entirely Different

Chapter Eleven : A Side We Haven't Seen

Your eyes found themselves partially, sleepily open at some point in the night. The silk of water was long gone, your unflinching limbs felt dry, and your body seemingly swayed in midair. Your lids parted to land fuzzy on Kylo's face in the dim light. His eyes were shielded in shadow, you were unable to make out the shape of them – only the glitter from the restroom's reflection in his glassy pupils. His hands shifted under you and one of his hands came to caress your face. Your lids fell shut defeatedly, humming with comfort as you vaguely realized he was supporting your entire weight cradled in one of his arms.

"Strong..." You mumbled as he lowered you to the downy paradise of his sheets.

A warm chuckle could be heard floating further away from you as you fell gently into the plush cloud of blankets. As you slipped further into the darkness of sleep, you heard his voice float seemingly out of the state of dreams. Surely- no, certainly, you must have dreamt it. His voice was too soft, too gentle, lost somewhere in the air and coated in pillowy spun sugar. It must have been the sweetest figment of your over-active imagination, the sentence you heard hanging lovely in the room.

"Not strong enough to resist you, unfortunately..."

Even as you forgot you heard it, and certainly long forgotten by the morning, Kylo would not have forgotten it. It was most-assuredly said, with complete conviction, and an unwavering confidence. He meant it whole-heartedly, both bitterly and sweetly, and could not help himself from this sudden outburst of unwilling affection. He laid you in his bed and marveled as you curled your way into the home of his sheets, a newfound home but you had settled quickly, and it made his chest burn. He paced the perimeter of the bed, wanting to watch you fall soundly asleep before he joined you. Again, he marveled at you, long lashes sweeping your flushed cheeks as you slept.

The bath had recovered you well, he recalled the way your warm skin felt white hot against his in the silk of the perfumed water. He had slept only briefly, having spent the majority of his time watching you sleep against him. He traced your skin softly under the surface, observing the way your body responded to his touch. You had entered that tub broken, your body fatigued from his ruthlessness. But as he watched you sleep, you recovered. Your body answered his, lips parting while his fingertips danced across the swells of your breasts and circled the dusty pink buds. He grinned, despite himself, when they hardened even under the warmth of the water. And again, when his fingertips found their way lower, his breath escaped him as you parted your legs in your sleep. You opened up, even in your dreams, he slipped easily into your thoughts. Watching himself in your memories, he admired the golden light you cast him in.

And now, in the silvery darkness of his room, you dreamt of him again. He could slide into your head when you were unguarded like this, easily, like he could with most everyone else; but you were different. Your thoughts were guarded, not easily read, and Kylo had to pry his way in most of the time. He lost sleep tonight, watching you sleep and watching your dreams. When your thoughts wandered back to him, as they typically did, he found himself looking different than he saw in his reflection. Even when he was cross with you, you didn't flinch; you were unafraid of him, and he absolutely marveled at it.

Kylo hadn't bothered with dressing you, admiring the way your skin slid softly against the green of his sheets. He dressed himself in the lowlight of his room, taking another long glance back at you, wrapped snugly into his blankets. He smiled in the dark, a warmth making his chest heavy and full. He tried to shake the sense back into his head as he turned into his office. As he lowered himself into his chair and sat to face the desk, he poked the data pad on the desktop awake. He settled himself to sort through incoming messages, location reports, and other forms of business while you slept soundly in the other room. He longed to join you but worried his largeness would crowd you again.

Kylo was aware that the previous evening he had not moved an inch since crawling in behind you. He could sense you throughout the day, sore from laying so still all night long. He found that he couldn't focus on work – he couldn't even bring himself to stew over the unknown whereabouts of the droid. His thoughts kept fizzing out and wandering back to you in his bed. With a resigned sigh, he peered around the corner to catch a glimpse of your feet shifting at the edge of the bed. He smiled again before turning back to the data pad and beginning a search.

He typed the words into the search bar with an incredible grin on his face, surprised with how many results came back from his search. He scrolled and browsed, paying little to no mind to the credits listed under cost. Finally, he found one to his liking and bought it without another thought, scheduling its delivery for tomorrow afternoon. He glanced at the time, unable to stay awake a moment longer, and found you completely flipped in his bed. Your head where your feet should be, your feet tucked up onto his headboard, he knew he made the right decision. Careful not to wake you, he retrieved the fallen pillows from the floor and arranged them at the foot of the bed where you had claimed your sleeping position.

Even more carefully, he lowered his largeness into bed behind you, nestling his too-long legs against the headboard and curling his arms up behind your shoulders. Twisted in what should have been an uncomfortable position, his muscles relaxed into a comfortable contortion around your sleeping frame. Humming contentedly, he nestled his face into the dip between your shoulder blades. His cock stirred when you wriggled your ass back into the space between his hips, he smiled against your bare skin. In the final moments before he fell asleep, he listened to your heart fall in tune with his own, barely able to distinguish that it was actually his heart falling in line with yours.

That next morning was a slow one. You had woken in the early hours more than once, not necessarily uncomfortable, but anxious to sneak a peak back at your sleeping bedmate. Though he'd caught you nearly every time. You planned out your attempts through sleepily half-shut eyes, making your pivots and snuggles seem unstudied and inconspicuous, often not staying awake long enough to follow through on your efforts. You had successfully rolled towards him in your sleep, enough to catch a quick glance at him through heavy eyelids. A glance was not enough, however; you roused yourself gently, forcing open your sleepy eyes to fall on him.

No stretch of the imagination could have created a better sight than the one in front of you. His slanted eyelids were closed, soundly, long lashes settled on his high cheekbones. His full lips were parted and ruddy pink, soft breaths pouring out and sucked back in over and over again. His arms reflected the rolling muscles which tensed around your stomach and chest, pulling you more securely to him. You lifted your free hand to hover gently over his jaw, tempted to trace your fingertip along the skin and bone. As if on cue, his eyelids snapped open; somewhat too quickly to match the magic of the moment and narrowed on you immediately. Boldly, you smiled sleepily, and your fingertip landed against his skin. To your surprise, his eyes crinkled shut and his lips turned into a lovely little smile.

A sleepy moan cascaded through his shut lips and he burrowed his face into your bare chest, arms pulling you snugly into his embrace. Your own eyes shut contentedly, and your fingertips felt slowly around his jaw and the muscles in his neck. His lips placed sloppy open-mouthed kisses to your breasts, craning his neck to allow you more access to his skin. Your hands slid blindly and curiously down his shoulders, admiring the way his muscles relaxed under your hands. His kisses turned less insistent, your wandering hands turned lazy down his midback, and the two of you fell back to sleep; facing each other, his face buried in the warmth of your chest.