NOVEMBER 19, 2017
SATURDAY - 8:32 A.M.
KYLO REN AND REY'S LOFT

A dull roar swirled throughout his racing mind, the echoing sound filling his ears causing his brown eyes to darken, narrowing into a blackened molton intent. He shifted his stance, licking his lips, attempting to relieve the cotton dryness of his mouth as he tightly clenched the door handle, his knuckles whitening against the silver surface.

Nervously he raised his other hand to the back of his neck, twining his fingers through the wavy black strands that rested at his nape, unable to turn away from the beautiful molten gold skin, the luscious figure displayed so evocatively before him.

"Rey-" Kylo Ren's shocked, husky whisper was lost in the loud, pulsating beat of her music filtering through the red haze of his thoughts. He knew that he should clear his throat, alert her to his presence, to the fact that he was invading his best friend's privacy, witnessing the most erotic play he had ever seen.

Heat coursed through his lean body drowning the logic of his rationalizations, his skin tightening with need, stretching across his chiseled features. Blood wildly surged to his manhood, hardening the thick length against the material of his dark jeans and for moment he allowed himself to pretend that she was performing for him, for his desires.

Blissfully unaware of her aroused roommate standing in her doorway, Rey relaxed onto her elbows, her back gracefully arching against the rumbled black comforter, the material softly touching her naked body.

Ribbons of her dusky skin peeked through the long chestnut strands sprawled across her shoulders in a silken tangled mess, slipping to reveal the curves of her full breasts, the hardened rose-colored tips, the shallow groove of her stomach.

She stroked over her slender thighs, her movements slow, revealing him to an unobstructed view of her bare mound, shaved clean. Her hand dropped, her thin fingers caressing the exposed flesh, almost taunting as if she knew he was there, peeking like a perverted sixteen year old boy would through a dirty magazine.

He remembered the taste, the sweetness of pleasure, the whimpers of her need. Their one night together had been another lifetime, a history he was forbidden to speak of by the actions of his own hand, but still he remembered. He would never forget.

Kylo's rasping curse faded, a strangled breath catching in the back of his throat as she grew bolder, two fingers slipping over the slick folds and into the snug cleft, increasing the deepening pressure. Her head fell back.

The plaint flesh, warm and wet, enclosed her fingers, the swell of her hips rising from the mattress, her heels digging into the soft surface.

"Ren." He froze, his eyes snapping to her face expecting her to be focused angrily on him, but instead her head lolled on the pillow, trapped in her own fantasy. "Harder baby."

She was thinking of him, imagining his touch on her body, his head between her thighs, his tongue buried deep as she continued to torment her clit with her thumb, each movement making the burn need brighter.

Her beauty captivated him and he nearly burst in his desire for him own release, his penis quivering, the head damp. Her nipples tightened, her breath quickening, his name a wild chant against her lips as the sensation spiraled into a tighter coil, wildly surging, tremors racking through her as her juices coated her fingers and she collapsed back onto the mattress. Her sticky skin clung to the sheets as she brought her fingers to her swollen lips, lightly licking the tips, smirking at the taste.

Weakly she allowed her hand to drop to her side, searching for the remote control, turning the volume of the music down, no longer wishing to disguise the noise she had made when a tormented gasp drew her attention. Her golden eyes fluttered open, hazily focusing on her stunned best friend, leaning against the doorframe, his erection visible even from where she lay.

Her mouth dropped open, sputtering in wordless shock, her eyes wide and dilated, her stomach clenching in horror as she jerked the comforter from beneath her, holding it to her breasts, attempting to cover her exposed flesh from his vision.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" She demanded, her voice high, thin with agitation. "How long have you been standing there?'

"Rey this isn't what you think. I understand that it looks really bad, horrible even." Kylo stumbling in his haste to defuse her anger, knowing that no explanation could possibly suffice. "It's just you always wake me up on my birthday singing at an ungodly early hour...you didn't today. I thought something might be wrong."

"Wrong?" Rey echoed, sliding from bed, the comforter wrapped around her body, glaring at him as she stalked across her bedroom. "Wrong doesn't even begin to explain this fucking situation! How long?" Her tone was on the verge of being hysterical, tears glossing her luminous eyes at her humiliation. "How much did you see?"

"Everything," he sighed, closing his eyes refusing to lie. "Sweetheart, come on, I'm sorry."

"You heard everything." Furious red spilled across her cheeks at the realization and a tiny, clenched fist slammed into his chest.

He had heard her moan his name, plead for him, as he had been in her mind, his muscular body penetrating hers.

"Did you enjoy the show?" she demanded, pushing him back. "Was it everything you hoped?"

"I didn't know that you would be masturbating.' Kylo winced, knowing that was the wrong thing to say.

"So what? It was impossible for you to turn away from it once you saw what I was doing?" Rey accused and Kylo felt annoyance begin to form at her, the disgust coating her features. "When the hell did you turn in Timmy the boy with the sticky palms from high school? Get fuck out of my room!"

He had never reacted well or even properly when it came to her displeasure, her disappointment, especially when that emotion was specifically directed at him.

"Next time I suggest you lock the damn door and I won't walk in on your pleading me to fuck you." She stared at him wordlessly stunned at his outburst against her as he advanced towards her, his eyes blazing with unreasonable anger. "Didn't I already do that once and it still not be enough." He hissed, instantly regretting the angry words as her expression faded.

Rey's face paled, her lips bloodless, her eyes hollowed out to a blank void. Her whole body had stilled, withdrawing within herself without actually moving.

He had not seen that expression in over five years. And it was a reminder of what he had never wanted to witness again, what he had promised he would never see again.

"Sweetheart." Uselessly he grabbed for her, desperately trying to catch her waist in his hands.

"No," she said softly, pushing his resisting body through the door as he stumbled. "You're right, I forget. You could never be with someone like me, I remember now."

"Stop it." He demanded. "Dammit let me explain."

"I won't forget again." She repeated, shutting the door between them, twisting the lock, effectively blocking him out. "I promise you that."