He lets out a soft moan as his lips work languidly back against your own, his tongue swiping along your lower lip, silently asking for entrance. With your own quiet whimper filling the air, you fist your hands into his thick locks and pull him closer, your own jaw falling slack slightly to allow his tongue into the wet heat of your own mouth.
His large hand slides from where it cups your jaw, down your neck and arm, over the rapidly wrinkling fabric of your pressed uniform. He takes a moment to gently grope your breast through the stiff fabric before his fingers ghost lower, sliding over your stomach towards the hem of your work pants. However, he lurches to a stop, his hand recoiling slightly from your navel as if he'd been stung.
Brow furrowing deeply, he continues kissing you, his tongue rolling against your own as he places his bare palm back upon your abdomen. And just as before, he has to keep himself from ripping his hand from you. But, nonetheless, he feels it.
The second Force-signature. The second one inside of you.
For a moment, he doesn't understand what it means and his kissing slows, his tongue receding back into his mouth. You don't notice his sudden hesitation and when his eyes fall open to stare blankly at the black sheets around you, you instead begin kissing down his neck, one hand softly tugging on his hair to gently expose the pale expanse of the taunt tendon.
Leaving you to your own ministrations for a moment, he reaches out carefully towards the new signature; the barely there flicker. It feels like... you. Your own signature that, like every other living thing in the galaxy, has in the Force.
But, it also feels like his.
He absolutely freezes, his eyes slowly widening with horror at the implications.
Before you're barely able to register what's happening, Kylo is tearing himself away from you and rolling off the bed. You sit up slightly then and lick your lips, fully anticipating that the knight is going to drop his heavy belt to the floor and shed the rest of his clothes like he usually does before he's finished with you. However, you frown deeply when he instead turns from you, his dark eyes briefly holding your own before he is exiting through his bedroom door. He extends his hand and the dark mass of his helmet goes sailing across the room to his palm where it had been resting on the dinning room table.
"Kylo?" You call after him but he doesn't even turn.
Yanking the helm over his head, the locks hiss into place as he's striding out the front door to his room.
You don't question his sudden and abrupt departure. He's done similar things before where he's just suddenly left, both to tend to issues on board or to answer the silent call of the Supreme Leader in the Force.
Instead, you just lie on his bed for a bit, arms spread on either side of you as you stare up at the ceiling. When he doesn't return after about an hour, you leave his rooms and return to your own so that you can shed your uniform and set to work ironing out the wrinkles that the knight had so unfortunately folded into the black fabric.
You don't realize that something is weird until almost a month later when you realize that you missed your period. At first, you don't know what it could possibly mean. Sometimes you were just irregular, you'd been that way for years even before you had started having sex. Also, whilst working aboard the Finalizer, you've known some of your female co-workers to have similar problems; traveling through space and passing by planetary bodies can sometimes affect feminine cycles.
However, you are a busy woman and have little time to worry so intimately about your health. You didn't just receive a promotion to Lieutenant so that you could disappoint the General.
Eventually, though, on one of the cycles that you've been given off, you remember your irregularity and decide to visit the medbay. As you walk into the pristine, white exam room (the only white you've ever seen on the Star Destroyer), you feel only slightly nervous. The doctor that strolls in is male and human. He greets you with a kind smile and a respectful nod of his head, "Lieutenant L/N."
You explain your situation to the physician and he nods along the entire time you're explaining.
"You consume a daily contraceptive, correct?"
"Yes. They didn't have any implants on board when I had my last check-up."
He nods and scrolls through his datapad, his eyes darting across the information displayed before him, "Progestin-only?"
"Uh..." You purse your lips slightly and shrug your shoulders, not understanding the man's use of medical terminology, "Sure?"
"Do you take them every cycle at the same time?"
"I try to always take them around the same time," you wince slightly, "I used to work the late shift on board, from 2400 to about 0800 hours. I used to take it around 1100 hours when I went to bed. But, with my recent promotion, I've received a new set of hours and work during the day now and have had to adjust my sleep schedule and... sometimes I forget to take it at 1100 because I'm in the middle of my shift and-"
"Miss Y/N." He cuts off your rambling. "Are you also engaging in unprotected sex with a male partner?"
Instantly, your cheeks burn.
Only about four people on board know that you are banging the Commander. And now it's about to be five.
You swallow, "Yes."
He frowns softly but nods, "Have you taken an at home pregnancy test?"
You instantly freeze.
"No."
He purses his lips and reaches back to the counter behind him so that he can retrieve a clear plastic cup, only for him to hand it to you. He directs you to the door and down the hall to an empty restroom.
You know why Kylo fled now.
For awhile after receiving the news, you just feel numb inside. This can't possibly be happening. You're too young. You are just starting your career. The man who impregnated you is the Commander of the First Order, who you haven't seen for days, and who seemingly abandoned you to bare the news by yourself?
When did you suddenly fuck up your life so badly?
Enough time passes that you begin to worry when you don't see him for days—for weeks.
Breaking down, you send him numerous messages on his datapad, asking him where he is, telling him that you need to talk to him and please, Kylo, come home. You even resort to visiting his quarters but break down every time you walk across the threshold and find that there's been no sign of inhabitance since the last time you'd seen him.
You had never thought that you would be one to cry over a man; you were a Lieutenant after all. You had earned your place and rank. You had worked so, so hard to get to where you are. And now, you sob into his pillows because you are about to lose all of that in a few months.
Fuck him. Your mind suddenly tells you. Fuck him and his commitment issues.
When you've pulled yourself together enough to leave, now more angry than distressed, you begin to ask around to see if anyone knows where the knight is. Nobody at your station knows. Nobody in any of the other sectors know.
Not even Kylo's own knights know when you go stomping across the Finalizer into their quadrant and demand to know where he is. You can feel them smirking behind their infuriating helmets when you speak, all of them finding your impatience and anger to be rather humorous. One of the black clothed figures finally speaks up—a female—and politely informs you that the Supreme Leader sent him off on a long mission. You ask her how long he'll be gone; she says that she doesn't know.
The day when you resort to speaking to the General has dread filling your gut. Not only is it because of nerves for speaking to your superior officer, your boss, but because Hux is one of the few who knew about your... relations with his co-commander. You know that he doesn't approve.
"Do you know where he is?" You ask softly, gritting your teeth and cursing yourself in your mind when you forget to use his title.
The General says nothing for a moment as he sits still behind his desk, his fingers on both hands intertwined on the desk before him as he eyes you and your... less than appropriate appearance. You know that you don't look well... at all really.
You haven't been sleeping well at all at night, your eyes wide awake as your mind plagues you with anxiety of your developing situation.
You can almost feel the bags under your eyes for they burn every time you blink with the want to sleep. You haven't showered in a couple days as well but you still managed to pull your hair back into a regulation bun; it's just not as clean as it once was. Your uniform is not as crisp as it should be for you've been neglecting the poor thing as well. You haven't even plugged your iron in all week.
He considers you a moment longer, "No, I do not."
You take a shuddering breath at his answer and close your eyes for a moment. Tears momentarily burn at your irises and you clench your jaw tightly to keep them at bay. These goddamn hormones.
"Do you know when he is supposed to return?" You manage to get out.
When the room is silent for a moment too long, you allow your glossy eyes to open once more so that they may rest on the redhead. It may just have been through the distortion of tears but you swear that you see the coldness in his gaze soften fractionally. And, oh stars, what if he knows?
"Soon, Lieutenant." He sighs heavily, his shoulders drooping ever so slightly. "I'm giving you four days leave." He stands from his seat and circles around his desk, his datapad in hand. "I expect you use them wisely." He brushes by you and moves towards the door to his office, his duties calling him.
He does know.
"Thank you, General." You manage to croak out but don't turn back to face him. You hear his footsteps falter near the door.
"You're welcome, L/N."
You take your days of leave and startlingly enough, sleep through most of them. It seems as though your body had been wearing thin and finally decided that it needed the sleep more than anything. Now knowing that Kylo would soon be back, minus the extra stress from work, you were able to finally find the peace that you needed to sleep through the night and most of the day in small cat naps.
You return to work four days later and feel immensely better than you did before and are able to focus more at your station. One day, you pass by the General in the hall and the two of you hold each other's gaze for a moment. You can feel his eyes upon you, can feel his scrutinization. But, you were ready. You'd taken those days of leave to take care of your personal hygiene as well as to have your uniforms thoroughly laundered and pressed.
He doesn't say anything but offers you a nod of acknowledgment that you return.