I own nothing in this story, not even my OC, which has a mind of her own.
Also, I don't have a beta reader, nor is english my native language so... yeah.
Ideally, it's going to be a...two shots? Explicit, you've been warned.
She was not sure how everything happened and she was not likely going to dwell that much in thoughts that would surely live her with a pounding headache.
The first time she realized he was looking at her, she had been terrified. Especially because she was perfectly aware that her thoughts, in the last year or so, were probably to be considered high treason. Like almost everybody else on the star cruiser -as well as on their base planet- she had been abducted as a child, somewhere, and conditioned into a loyal member of the First Order.
Too bad she was starting to think that this whole idea was just big bullshit. By protocol, she should have already reported her problem to the infirmary and have her reconditioning sequence scheduled. It was that, or waiting for someone to notice it and be subject to even more unpleasant consequences.
The problem is, when you start to think with your own brain it's difficult to relinquish the claim on your life.
So, when she first felt the tingle on her nape, suggesting that someone was staring at her, she had felt absolute shock in seeing the leather-and-metal mask reflected on the polished surface of the command console. Of course it had to be the only man on the entire cruiser able to see right through her.
Shit. It's allright, just paranoia. He's not looking at you, he's just keeping an eye on the control panel.
But the sensation of being observed hasn't stopped since then. It could sneak up on her when she was walking down a corridor, or helping herself in the mess hall. She had walked right into a wall once, while quietly trying to look behind her, earning the amused chuckle of a couple of nearby stormtrooper.
When he finally cornered her in a deserted locker room, she was almost happy to face her destiny once and for all.
She was expecting pain, treats, anger. Maybe even disappointment.
He removed his helmet instead.
From there on, everything was confused. She vaguely remembered an attempt to impersonate some kind of out-of-water fish - gaping, mesmerized by the absolute nonsense of whatever she was seeing.
Then.. Well, call it relief to not be killed on sight, or the simple fact that you can't say no to Kylo Ren and not expect repercussions, she had somehow become his lover for a few weeks now, and it didn't seem to be going to an end anytime soon.
She would have gladly avoided this development, since it meant she had not been able to sleep well anymore in fear of him slipping suddenly inside her mind. Luckily, he preferred to slip into something else altogether - pun intended.
At least, he was a pretty good lover although definitely a dominant one. Not handsome by any extent, but he was all hot skin and hard planes and so friggin' tall, with clever fingers and a really wicked tongue.
She was glad he was never looking at her while plunging wildly into her body, probably imagining somebody else in her place or just using her as a temperature controlled toy.
She has, after all, a pretty plain appearance. Average height, dirty blond hairs, brown eyes. Perfect if you want to keep it neutral.
He used to come in her room whenever he wanted, seeming alarmingly aware of her schedule. One hour or so later he was away again, working his way to the universal dominion with lighter...spirit.
Out of the privacy of the four walls of plasteel she was entitled with, he never acknowledged her, which was totally fine. She was sure he would get tired of her eventually, finally leaving her be.
That is, until her very well buried emotion that encourages humans to help each others stupidly decided to come out and play.
She didn't know what happened, but he had been away for a few days when his fighter came back, wings folding themselves once parked on the large landing field inside the hangar. And he was hurt.
When he marched into the control room, followed by a very distressed Hux, he was limping and his voice lacked the usual fearful determination.
Looking back, it was very stupid from her part to follow him when he left the room, but she was supposed to have him sign the papers for the new equipment.
Stupid, stupid bureaucracy.
Even stupider soundproofing.
Hearing nothing at all, when she pushed the release button to open the automatic door behind which he was hiding, she was met by a swing of his lightsaber so close to the face that she recoiled with a shout, landing on her ass as the neat pile of papers she was carrying floated lazily to the floor.
The once meeting room was a mass of broken furniture and dented plasteel, electronic wiring still frizzing in their once insulated containers.
He looked taken aback and for once all she saw was a scared, scarred and terrified young man, still bleeding from where an hastily discarded mask had scratched its cheekbones.
"What are you.." he started, furious.
"Stop!" she shouted, struggling to gain vertical position again. "What are you, crazy?!" she asked, pointing both at the trashed room and his dishevelled appearance.
She didn't. She fucking did not just screamed to the possibly more unstable person on the whole friggin' cruiser. Oh, god gracious.
He blinked, clearly even more shocked that her.
Self preservation kicked in and she acted quickly, not letting him recover before moving inside the room to place an hand on is side, suppressing a squeal of horror as it came back bloodied.
"You are hurt, Sir. Just.. Go to the medical bay. I will see to this disaster." she suggested, barely gaining enough courage to lift her eyes towards his face.
He was cold has stone.
But he didn't object, marching away without a word.
It required a lot of promised favours to shut the mouths of the cleaners.
Later, that night, his coming was not a surprise at all.
When she heard the door open she didn't even turned from her position at her desk. She wasn't that eager to face her killer.
After a few minutes of silence, anyway, things started to look pretty weird and she dared to glance over her shoulder.
He was standing against the door, arms folded on his chest. For the briefest moment, she imagined her unannounced neighbour pushing the opening button of her door to invite her for a late night tea and finding herself with an armful of Kylo Ren falling backwards.
She couldn't suppress a smile.
"I could have killed you. I still should, right now, for I can't accept Hux's minions to interfere with me. Whatever it is I decide to do."
His voice was ice-cold but his body was trembling with barely repressed fury.
She paled considerably, trying hard to swallow.
"I'm sorry Sir. I realize I was completely out of place. I will accept whatever punishment you thinks it's..."
She never ended the phrase. He moved so swiftly that she almost didn't see him, finding herself pulled up on her feet and pushed hard against the wall, pinned in place by a strong couple of gloved hand.
"But I understand, now"
Oh fuck. He's so made he's going to strangle me with bare hands.
Then, he slammed his lips against hers and she lost her train of thoughts. He has never kissed her before, and now he was positively devouring her, his tongue delving inside her mouth to explore.
"Where you worried about me, little mouse?" he murmured against her hear, nibbling gently at her neck. Her ears were still ringing after being smashed against a wall when he cradled gently her neck, gathering her in his arms with a surprising tenderness. "Yes, I think you were. More scared for me than by me."
What-the-hell?
He deposited her on the cot, peeling away her grey tracksuit and dragging his fingers on her ribs in a teasing caress. "Your heart is beating fast, like a little bird. Hux would not be glad of your interest for me."
Two of his fingers slid inside her cunt, still gloved. The sudden fullness bordered on pain and she whimpered, trying to move away. He wasn't having any of it, and with just a swift motion of his hand she found herself unable to move her legs.
"Shht. I will not hurt you. I know what you want."
His voice was suddenly loving while he was leaving a wet trail of kisses from her neck, between her breasts, through her stomach... Down at the apex of her thighs.
She screamed in pleasure as his warm tongue found her clit, moving gently over it in a soothing, circular pattern. He slowed down, his restrain slacking while, carefully, with his fingers and his mouth, coaxed her in a screaming orgasm.
Later he made her ride him, murmuring endearing words while controlling her rhythm with his hands on her hips. He was loud, uninhibited in his pleasure when he asked her to suck him fast and hard before rolling her down beneath him a making love to her with slow, rough thrusts that left her crying in pleasure and frustration both.
When he finally came, collapsing on her with a moan, she was looking at him with wide, scared eyes.
"What is it?" he asked, sleepy.
"...my room is not soundproofed." she lied, hoping that he would not investigate further.
She could swear he was laughing in the pillow.
