Entirely Different

Chapter Twelve : Accusations & Dissections

Kylo had roused you earlier than you were prepared for, saying something about the alarm mechanism that he didn't have time for.

"We'll fix that soon, I promise." His voice sounded the smallest bit apologetic coming through the helmet's modulator.

You mumbled incoherently, eyes drifting closed once more as you snuggled into the sheets. Without warning, the comforter was ripped away from your body, leaving your bare skin exposed to the chilly morning air. You groaned, eyes falling on Kylo's helmet with so much hatred you were sure you could have burned a hole through the metal. He was unafraid, balling up the fabric between his hands before discarding it in the laundry bin on the wall. You drew your knees to your chest, shivering, and shook your hair loose to cover your cold shoulders. He came closer to you and rubbed his gloved hands over your arms.

"Get up. You report to the shuttle at 09:00. You shouldn't be late."

As much as you wanted to melt into his touch, you knew he was right. You looked up into his mask, longing to see the face underneath. He cocked his head at you, clearly wondering what you were thinking. Gently, you raised your tiny fingers to the locks on either side of his helmet and pushed them with a small click. The snout raised and his hands came to cover yours as he helped you discard the sheath of metal. You were hoping to get a quick peek at his bedhead again, slightly disappointed to find he must have had the time to comb through it.

He smiled warmly at you.

"Is this not too weird?" You asked quietly.

He frowned, brows knit together over his eyes.

"What?"

"You and me? Don't you think this is strange?"

You let your fingertip smooth the crease between his brows.

"Hm. No." He pursed his lips and scooped you from the bed.

You giggled as he sat you gently on your feet. You turned to the bed, hands finding the mess of sheets and beginning to straighten them out. He gently grabbed your hands and pulled you back to his chest.

"Don't worry about that. I have someone coming to fix them." He said quietly into your hair.

"I don't mind." You said, kissing his throat.

He hummed contentedly, his baritone vibrating against your lips.

"Seriously, it would all be for not, I'm afraid." He insisted.

You sighed, resigning to search for your clothes. You found them folded, on his office desk, missing your underwear again, unfortunately. You looked up at him as you dressed, watching him busy his attention with his data pad. You eyed him until you were clothed, sitting in his chair to pull your boots onto your feet. He met your eyes then, sending a wet heat flooding between your legs. This would be a long day with no undergarments to guard you.

"When will you stop ripping my underwear off of me?" You smirked.

He deliberated a moment.

"When you stop wearing them." He answered simply.

You frowned at that, tying your laces in tight knots.

His data pad vibrated in his palm, directing his gaze to its screen, and he shifted.

"Let's go. I don't have time to fix your biometrics this morning." He held out a hand to you.

The pair of you exited, stepping into the barren hallway.

"Do you have neighbors?" You asked quietly, having never seen a soul in this hallway.

Not that you were complaining. It made leaving every morning fairly simple, without the risk of others seeing you. A strange sound broke through his mask's modulator a moment later. At first, it was muffled a staticky – possibly a choke? But no, you understood a moment later, with the addition of his shaking shoulders, he was laughing.