Affinity

Chapter Twelve

*** Hey y'all! Hold on to your hats, this chapter is going to get a little rough. If you are not comfortable with kink, rough sex etc. please do not read.

You awaken suddenly from your sleep, your eyes flick open and scan the room as you pull yourself up. At first, all you see is darkness, the only light coating your bedroom coming from the large window. Your eyes adjusting and your brain finally catching up, you notice a large figure by the door. You can make out his broad, muscular shoulders and dark waves of hair even in the low light. Your eyes travel from his massive shoulder down his tone back, the glow from the rays of the ship, highlighting two small dimples on his lower back. Black lounge pants sit loosely on his hips as you notice his fists clench as he feels your stare.

He stays completely still for a moment and takes a step closer to the door. You tear yourself away from ogling at him as he reaches for the handle.

"Wait." Your voice is lower than expected from sleeping. Kylo freezes but doesn't turn around. Cocking your head to the side slightly, "Don't leave."

Kylo doesn't turn around, and you just stare at his back. You were emotionally drained from the day and didn't want to keep dancing around him. He had to feel the tension around both of you. It was thick enough to slice through. You were tired, tired of the hot and cold mood swings Kylo had with you, tired of battling with yourself to keep the darkness away, and tired of still resorting back to the quiet, timid girl you once were. So much had happened in such a short amount of time, but it felt like a lifetime.

When Kylo left you alone to meet with Snoke, you did as you were told, you took a shower and watched as the blood that stained your body washed down the drain. You wouldn't allow yourself to breakdown again. Kylo's words replayed in your mind "You have to let go of your past, kill it. Let the power, the Force, you felt while fighting fills you." You knew he was right. Hell, you could feel the darkness start to worm itself inside you weeks ago.

Kylo slowly turned towards you, your eyes flicking up to meet his. His eyes bored into yours as your heart started thumping in your chest, loud enough you half expected him to hear it. You moved slightly to the side to flick on the bedside lamp, a warm glow illuminated the room as you turned back to face him. His jaw clenched, and you saw his eyes flick to your mouth and then lower to your breasts before clashing with your eyes again.

"How long have you been here?" You ask, voice still husky from sleep.

"Hours." Kylo's voice was deep. It rumbled out of his chest and filled the room.

"Oh. Why didn't you wake me?"

Kylo didn't respond. He just stared at you. You felt your nerves kick up but slowly removed the blankets and got out of the bed. Kylo's eyes never left your face as you padded your way over to stand directly in front of him. His scent surrounded you, and a sense of calmness washed over you. You didn't allow yourself to second guess anything. You pushed your nerves down and willed yourself to be confident.

You waited for his answer, unsure if you were actually going to get one. As you waited, you gazed up at him, trying to commit his face into your memory. His hair seemed more unkempt than normal like he had been tugging at it at some point. As you were taking inventory of your view, he really does look like the Gods themselves created him. Kylo mashed his full lips together slightly, drawing your attention to his lips.

"You needed rest, and I'm not in the mood to talk." His voice was low but stern. You flenched slightly at his words.

Sighing, you tore your eyes away from his lips and searched his eyes for any sense of emotion. You were greeted with dark pools, void of anything. He had firmly put his walls up again, and frustration grew within you. You felt it start to bubble to the surface, and before you knew what you were doing, you moved up on your tiptoes and crashed our lips to his.