AN: I know I should be writing the next chapter of my other fic, or even doing something productive toward, you know, college, but I couldn't resist. For anyone who reads Galaxy Under Siege, this one shot is not related to that storyline, for the most part. Just pure Reylo fluff based on a Tumblr post by emodarthkylo and official-reylo. Feel free to send me Reylo prompts either here or on Tumblr, and I might continue with a series of one shots here!
Rey curled up on the bed, holding the datapad closer than necessary to her face as she read. She had never found time for leisurely reading during her days as a scavenger, and every moment not spent training or traveling or managing the small school for Force-sensitives was spent in front of a datapad devouring any tale she could find. The practical side of her knew that her time reading would be better spent finding additional information on the Force or past Jedi, but she was addicted to the fantasy stories about other worlds in distant galaxies and the fairy tale myths from various planets. She blamed Kylo Ren for getting her to read fairy tales, for he had been incredulous that she had never heard of the tale of a mythical being who could control the elements without the use of the Force.
She sank further into the bed, feeling the three knots in her hair dig lightly into her head as she pressed against the pillows. It was getting late, and her eyes were starting to drift closed when the door slid to the side gently. Kylo stormed inside without allowing the door to fully open, and he let out a growl of annoyance as his broad shoulder hit the edge of the opening door.
Rey dropped her datapad onto the bed as she jerked awake. "What's wrong?"
His lightsaber hilt slammed onto the nightstand with a loud smash, and Kylo turned to face her, his gloved hand running through his black hair. "The Senate is conducting another inquiry."
The bitterness in his voice cut through the air, and Rey let out a long sigh. Kylo had defected from the First Order nearly five years earlier and had been a key component in bringing down the organization. Small pockets of the First Order occasionally rose to cause problems, and every time they received reports of causalities caused by the Order, Kylo's loyalties to the Reformed Republic were questioned. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly." Kylo unclasped the black cloak around his neck and tossed it onto a small chair near the bed. He wore traditional Jedi attire, which was black in color, but it did not help his case that he did not identify strongly with the Light like Luke and Rey. His control of the Force was uniquely gray, and the fact that he still practiced some techniques of the Dark Side made most people wary of him.
Rey moved her datapad onto the floor and scooted over to Kylo as he sat on the edge of the bed. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head on his right shoulder. His agitation was evident through the Force as he took a deep breath. His temper had improved significantly over the years – Rey liked to think she a contributing factor to that – but he sometimes exploded in rage. Rey was glad he had set his lightsaber down already.
He rested his head against hers, and a few of his dark locks of hair brushed into her eye. "Haven't I already proven myself? Every other inquiry has resulted the same. They're getting tedious."
"Luke will vouch for you, you know that. If the Senate hasn't realized he trusts you by bringing you on to teach Padawans lightsaber combat, then they're all idiots." Rey pressed a small kiss to next to the scar that ran across his face. Kylo chose to keep the mark as a reminder of his past.
He turned to face her and kissed her desperately, his hand sliding up to the side of her neck. Rey tangled her fingers through his long hair and kissed him back for a few moments before she pulled away. He was always careful not to harm her, but she never allowed him to sleep with her when he was in a foul mood. Kylo sometimes forgot his own physical strength, especially if he was angry. Several bent and shattered datapads were testament to that.
Kylo pressed his forehead to hers and moved his hand to the base of her skull, his gloved fingers brushing over some loose strands of her hair. Rey closed her eyes as he gently tugged out the lowest tie in her hair. He lifted his head and slipped off his gloves, throwing them to the floor before he began carefully running his fingertips through the loose portion of her hair.
Rey let a soft smile reach her lips, and she closed her eyes as he worked gently to untangle each strand. She rarely kept her hair down, and he enjoyed taking out each bob of hair, as if Rey's free hair was something special for only him to see. Kylo moved to sit behind her and continued to work methodically through the tangles in her hair. He did everything with an intense concentration, and he took deliberate pains to make sure that he did not pull her hair.
Kylo was quiet, but Rey could still sense his annoyance at the Senate. "Jessika Dameron won't stop talking about your lightsaber." Telling him of the younglings that she frequently looked after usually took his mind off other matters.
"Oh?" His gentle movements of her felt as if he were messaging her scalp, and Rey let out a small sigh of bliss. He lightly began sliding the second tie out of her hair.
"She's upset that none of the practice sabers have crossguards like yours. She wants to build one just like yours when she becomes a Padawan, purple color and everything."
Kylo gave a low chuckle, and Rey sensed his emotions settling down with the conversation and task. "Did you tell her color isn't entirely a choice?"
"Of course not! She was far too excited about it!" Rey's head moved forward with a laugh, and she gave a soft gasp as the movement pulled a small section of her hair that was in Kylo's hands.
Kylo's fingers immediately moved to her scalp, and his thumb rubbed in gentle circles where her hair had pulled. "Sorry."
A soft groan escaped Rey's lips, and he continued to rub his thumb deftly over her scalp as his other hand worked to untangle every strand of her hair. The last hair tie finally pulled loose, and her eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed his attentions.
Kylo combed his fingers through her hair as he finished, and Rey found herself leaning into his fingers as he massaged them lightly over her entire scalp. His nails suddenly worked tenderly at the base of her skull, and she let out a noise akin to a purr.
One of his hands slid to her shoulder and gently pushed down the light cloth covering it. Kylo brushed his lips against her skin, and Rey sighed contentedly. "I love you."
She could feel Kylo's smile spread against her skin. "I know."