DYAD'S PROMISE: Clouded Agreements of the Most Divine

Chapter 34

Kylo woke and felt the pain in his leg, and his chest still hurt in places but was much improved since the last he opened his eyes.

Looking down he found Rey sprawled naked across his chest and he assumed that was the greater source of the discomfort of weight on his broken ribs and her touch was at this time doing nothing to soothe anything by his heart.

He watched her a moment, loathed to wake her he remembered the feeling of her and their mutual climax as the entire universe and everyone in it fell from them. They were all that mattered.

She felt his breath and his pain beneath her. "I feel it," she whispered and sat up.

He blinked confused. "Feel what?"

She looked at him. "The pain...I can heal it," she whispered. "I healed a bruise and accidentally healed your face on Mustafar."

He shook his head. "Does it hurt you?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I don't think so...I felt a little tired, but they were minor injuries. Maybe breaks would be harder?" she questioned as she concentrated on the thought.

He laid back as she looked for the break as she gently touched him and traced the lines. Coming to a spot he winced.

"There," she whispered and concentrated on it and the force surrounding them. Mending the shattered place and making it whole again. He winced as he felt the bone move and pop into place. He breathed raggedly and looked on her in amazement.

She did not break her concentration as she went to the next rib and found another break and focused on it. He cried out as that one reformed. He was tense and in great pain. A burning pain that left a lasting internal itch even after her hands lifted momentarily.

She found a third and final rib and felt the energy again flow from her into him.

"I don't know how you can do this. Force heal me..." he whispered in awe.

She looked to his leg. "Your brace," she whispered. "I will heal your leg," she said fatigued.

He shook his head. "It can wait. Please, don't put yourself in danger. I can feel it take something from you."

She sighed. "I am just tired, I can do this," she told him. "And I will," she promised as she unstrapped the metal brace and grew very tense as he stifled a cry. His eyes welled with tears he fought to hold.

She winced and then went to his leg that had been set days before. He would not need to endure that like he did the ribs. But this would still hurt she imagined.

Rey had felt the pain of the ribs through their shared bond and she felt her brow break out in a sympathetic panicked sweat as she healed the bone, and the internal tears the sharp shards of bone cut and scraped against when the medic units had put him to rights.

Utterly spent she collapsed and he scrambled to sit up. "Are you alright?" he asked touching her face worried.

She nodded. "Just very tired," she muttered. "And that hurt," she whispered.

He looked down at his completely healed leg and marveled. There had been a lot of pain, but now it just itched and he moved to stand and stretch to determine all was healed.

Doing a simple hop he found it stable. Satisfied he stripped his pants off and rejoined her in bed.

"You healed me," he said pulling her into his arms elated and infused with chemicals from the adrenalin coursing through his body.

She smiled. "I still have this." she traced his scar.

"Not that," he swallowed seriously. "You left your mark on me. I don't want that to go."

She frowned and touched him. "You really want to keep it?" she asked.

He nodded. "It stays."

Rey blinked and smiled. "What about me?"

He kissed her neck. "You stay too if you want to," he said softly. "But please...We both know the feeling of being abandoned." He said begging her with his eyes not to go.

Touching his face Rey smiled. "I could never," she said with emotion.

He breathed deeply as he felt his mended ribs expand as did his heart. Feeling the widest genuine smile he pulled her to him.

"We are not enemies anymore?" he asked hesitantly.

She frowned. "I don't know." curled into him and breathed in his scent and rubbed her nose against his bare skin. "Are you a Sith?"

He looked down at her face. "No, I may have killed the last of the Sith down there on Mustafar... but I am not a Jedi, Nor am I of the light. There is a darkness inside of me. It has always been." he traced her face, "but you, you there is a darkness there too, but you let the light shine in and the darkness cannot grow." he marveled.

She swallowed and thought of his words. "Did you let the light in?" she asked.

Kylo shook his head. "No." he whispered. "There was a voice in the darkness that told me not to." his voice monotone. Pressing his mouth to her forehead his hand touched her face. "But I met this scavenger, and the cracks formed and light streamed in." he clutched her close, "I hated you for tempting me to turn to it just as you hate me for wanting you to the dark with me."

"Do you still hear the voice?" she asked.

He scoffed. "Voices, I heard them in my head as a child but I have come to learn they were somehow connected to Snoke, and perhaps something far more." he nodded. "I don't know If I hear the voices anymore. Snoke is gone."

She closed her eyes and sighed tilting her head to meet his lips her kiss begged him to deepen it but he wanted her to rest. She had done enough healing him.

"Sleep," Kylo told her. "I will go to the refresher now that I can wash," he said pulling out of her arms.

She smiled and nodded languishing in the general peace the two of them had managed to find, finally.