Affinity

Chapter Eight

"Get up, Princess, you need to get ready" Kylo's voice enters your head, and you stretch in bed. You peak your eyes open, expecting to see him in your room. You sit up suddenly as you notice you are entirely alone. What the fuck was that? I heard him so clearly.

Collapsing back in bed, you sigh thinking about everything that has happened in the last week or so. My life has completely changed in such a short amount of time. Who would have thought I would actually like it more with The First Order than with my own people. You look at the small clock on your bedside and start to calculate how long you'll need to get ready, not quite ready to get out of bed.

"Don't fall back asleep, I'll be by in about an hour to get you." Kylo's voice says, sounding like he is right next to you.

How are you doing that? Can you hear me? You respond back in your head, feeling like you were losing your mind.

"I can always hear you, Princess, you're extremely loud. It's time to get up. Now." his voice stern even in your head.

Fine, fine, fine. I'm up. You say, rolling your eyes as you heave yourself out of bed and walk into the bathroom.

"Good girl. I'll see you soon." Somehow you felt him close off to you, obviously done with the mental conversation.

Splashing water on your face, you look at your reflection, hair wild from sleep, and Kylo's hands. You move to find your brush and straightener to start getting ready. Once the knots were brushed out of your hair, you ran the straightener quickly through your hair, erasing all trace of the sex you had earlier.

Still dressed in Kylo's undershirt, you make your way out to the vanity to quickly do your makeup. Deciding on a natural eye with winged liner and a bright red lip, you regard yourself in the mirror. The reflection looking back at you seemed more confident than the one you saw just a week ago.

Moving from the vanity, you make your way to the closet, automatically overwhelmed with the dress choices. Although you felt like you were becoming more comfortable with yourself and the years of modesty crumbling further daily, the sheer volume of options made your head spin.

You walk over to the right side, pushing back dress after dress to see the full picture, you finally land on one you like.

The dress is black with long sleeves and form-fitting, hugging all of your curves and falling to the floor. It has a deep plunging neckline and has a dark nude slip. The rest of the dress is a black lace allowing glimpses of your skin. It was a truly stunning dress, and you knew Kylo would like it.

Slipping it on, you walked to the shoe section of your closet and picked out a pair of black stilettos and walked over to the mirror, a habit you had formed after you got dressed. The dress made you look like your legs went on forever, and the built-in bra actually did wonders for your breasts.

Lost in the thought, you didn't hear the hatch to your room open, nor your bedroom door open. You caught movement out of the corner of your eye and jumped as your eyes clashed to Kylo's.

"Gods Kylo, you scared me. Why are you always sneaking up on me?" Your voice still having a panicked tone to it.

Kylo didn't say a word, his eyes flicking up and down your body, and you see his breath hitch. His fists start clenching, and he moves into your space, crowding you. His hand comes to your cheek and slightly threads his fingers in your hair. Looking up at him, even with heels on, he is still so tall, you see his eyes heat flicking to your lips. He brings his lips to yours, starting off with a gentle kiss that quickly turns more hungry. You sigh against his lips, giving him enough access to slip his tongue in, warring with yours. His hand stays on the side of your cheek, only tightening its hold slightly. Kylo wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him until you are flush with his body. His hand rests on your ass, covering the majority of it and squeezing roughly.