Entirely Different

Chapter Thirteen : Dissected

**Kylo's Perspective**

"Good evening, Commander." Her voice was honeyed, like liquid gold.

She was a desert mirage. A complete work of fiction. Her face was ruddy from exertion and a thin sheen of sweat glistened off her skin. Small hairs stuck to either side of her face and her chest was falling and rising ever so slightly more than usual. Like she was close to catching her breath. He wanted so badly to make her lose it again.

"What have you done for training?" He asked, embarrassed that a small crack in his voice had slipped through the helmet's synthesizer.

"Weights and hand combat." She replied, coolly.

He could see her swallow; could almost hear it in the silence of the training room. His eyes fixated on her throat, on the thought of wrapping his hand around it and forcing her down to her knees in front of him. He felt a familiar flex in his pants and shifted slightly to conceal it. Her eyes were on the ground, not meeting her own reflection in his mask.

"Come here." He ordered.

She did as instructed, coming closer to where he stood in the middle of the room. When she had reached a safe distance of about five feet away, he held up his hand, instructing her to stop. She came to a halt in front of him while he searched her face for a moment. Unsure if he was going to ask her to do what he wanted her to do.

She looked up at him, eyes partially hidden by her heavy lashes. He twisted his hands together behind his back and shifted his weight. He could feel himself growing bolder; desire soon growing too strong to suppress. He choked back the remaining hesitation and focused his energy to project into her thoughts. The Force crept around the two of them for a moment, then rushed through him, turning his thoughts into a tunnel. He directed that tunnel at her and thought clearly.

Take off your panties.

Her reaction was almost immediate. Her eyes went wide, her cheeks became a deep red and she swallowed hard, the small wet noise filled Kylo's eardrums. Another nudge in his pants made him shift his weight, uncomfortably. Her mouth dropped open, slowly.

"What?" She whispered. Her cheeks must have felt like fire.

"You heard me." The synthesizer had done its job this time and his voice came out smooth and contained.

She blinked furiously before glancing around the room and behind him at the door. Then, she bit her lip, clearly considering the directive he had given her.

"Now?" She asked.

He nodded, hands wringing together behind his back. He summoned The Force against the door to the training room, keeping it shut in the unlikely event someone would attempt to walk in. He watched as she looked behind her, toward the open wall that led to the dark outside.

Kylo had anticipated for her to ask if anyone outside could see her, or debate the order, but she didn't. To his surprise, she tucked her fingers into the waistband of her pants and pulled them gently. Slowly, she peeled them off of her, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her thighs and her black panties. She kept her shoes on; the tall boots landing just below her knees.

She drew each foot out of the bottom of the legs and kicked the pants away from her on the floor. She stood there for a moment, knees touching, and thighs pressed tightly together. His erection was becoming too needy, he had to readjust with his hand. She watched him do so, her lips turning up into a small smile.

Then, she took a step forward. It seemed her eyes were fixed on his. Though, he knew that couldn't be the case since she couldn't see his eyes, he felt the connection anyway. She stopped about a foot in front of him and bent, pulling her panties down to her ankles and balling them up in her right hand. Her smile still played at the corner of her lips as she stood straight, holding out the undergarments to her Commander.