Boundaries

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You'd only just left your quarters and the walk to training so far was agonizing.

Not only were you nervous to be with Kylo for a prolonged period of time but you were nervous for the actual training with him.

One reason being because you didn't know how pushy he'd be about everything or how violent he'd get. If the walls were stacked with swords and blasters then you were in deep hell. If he were to scream at you in his low voice 'position 4' and you did position 3 then all he had to do was storm his whiny ass to the wall closest to him, grab a blaster and shoot you in the heart.

Actually, even easier than that. All he had to do was unclip his lighter sword from his belt and slice your head off before you could blink.

You woke up unusually earlier than normal. The clock read 6:52 when your eyes opened and to your horror, there was a hand-written note sitting on the side-table next to the clock.


Meet me in the training room as soon as you wake up and see this.

Wear something fit, but comfortable.

-K.R.


Although he said yesterday to meet at eight you complied with what the note said. No use in dying any earlier than you needed to. You rolled your eyes at the extra hour of sleep that Supreme Dickhead stole from you. Later you could argue that an extra hour would've helped you stay focused in training. You made a mental note to at some point.

The fact that there was a physical note in your room meant that Kylo had broken into your room sometime during the night and placed it right next to your sleeping figure. He could've done a number of things while you were in a vulnerable state: watched you sleep, drugged you, invaded your mind to see what you were dreaming of and who knew what else. Of course it was likely he did none of these... except maybe you could see him watching you sleep for a couple minutes. You shivered at the thought.

You ended up wearing the same type of leggings you'd worn the entire time on base and you even managed to find a black tank top which would be very useful for training. You didn't particularly like walking around the base while showing so much skin, especially since the tank top's hem didn't reach all the way down to where your leggings rested on your waist so the strip of skin where your belly button lied was exposed.

The butterflies in your stomach continued to fly around rapidly as you searched for the training room but having no luck. Kylo really couldn't have provided you with directions? How the fuck were you supposed to find one single room on the base the size of a moon?

After wandering around for at least ten minutes you were about to give up and ask someone but before you could, you saw a stormtrooper jogging your way. You were almost frightened at first but when his friendly voice sounded, you were relieved to be someone you knew.

"Hey! It's me, from the cafeteria yesterday!" He sounded happy to see you.

"Mac? Is that you in there?" You smiled. His voice was slightly modified due to the helmet but wasn't nearly as low or raspy as Kylo's.

"In the flesh." He confirmed but then looked down at himself, "Well, not really... in the armor I guess?"

You laughed and appreciated the fact that you had already made a friend who was able to make you do that. "Where are you headed?" Mac asked.

"Oh, my training actually starts today. Starts right now, actually but I don't know... exactly... where that is." You looked around you as if to gesture that you didn't have the slightest clue as to where you were or where you were supposed to go.

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