Rey did not want to go back to her room. Well, she wanted to escape the bustle of the station but nothing she'd done today had managed to dampen the feeling of expectation that stuck to her since morning.
The feeling sat in the pit of her stomach, rising to somersaults at the most inconvenient of times. General Leia had stopped at her table at lunchtime and Rey couldn't help notice the similarities between her and her son. It was the eyes. It was always the eyes. They seemed to see into her soul.
'Rey, how are you?' the chit chat seemed banal but the eyes spoke volumes.
'I'm ok, General.' Another lie wouldn't hurt.
Leia looked like she wanted to say something but changed her mind in the last minute. 'Very well,' she said, 'you know where I am if you need to talk.'
Rey watched her walk away. Her stomach did somersaults. There was no way she could tell the woman about last night. She had tried desperately not to think or analyse what had happened. If it wasn't for the mark on her skin, she would have haply thought it all a dream… an extremely exciting and satisfying dream… centred round the one person who'd literally been inside her head. 'And other places…' she sighed to herself.
The end of her shift came round quickly. She didn't feel tired… she told herself. She walked to her room slowly and opened the door; half expecting to find a visitor sprawled on her bed. There was no one there. All was quiet. Was she secretly disappointed? Hell yes. She wanted answers but truth be told… she wanted more of him too.
Kylo rushed back to his quarters. It had been a tough day and all he wanted was to lock the doors and seek out his girl. His Girl – he'd have her squirming and begging for release in no time at all. Her lips, he couldn't stop thinking about her lips, her scent, the feel of her skin… he now stood under the shower and felt himself go hard at the memory of last night… he'd been struggling to suppress his feelings all day.
He sat down in the nearest armchair with a towel round his waist. Water still dripped from his long dark hair but he couldn't wait any longer. He had to find her now. He closed his eyes and tried not to smirk as he realised he was using the Force to make a booty call…
Rey stepped out of her shower. She felt confused. Her body still ached from last night but she also felt the tension rise in her again. She'd never had a crush growing up but the feeling currently filling her was akin to anticipation… of something awesome, like a new star ship… only better.
She walked back into her room and her jaw dropped. An armchair she'd never seen before was blocking the exit… with a very wet and naked Kylo sitting in it. They stared at each other for what seemed like ages. Rey felt her throat go dry as she took in the mountain of a man. Her gaze lingered on his chest, so broad and strong. Her eyes must have been the size of saucers and in a moment of madness she let go of the towel she'd wrapped around herself. That made him move. Fast.
He found her lips first as his arms replaced the towel, engulfing her in warmth. His lips did not stop moving and caressing hers. His hunger for her was so powerful, Rey tried to take a step back, only to find she was already pushed against the wall. His tongue danced in and out of her mouth, challenging and coaxing. She could hardly breathe but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted him it seems as much as he wanted her.
His hands found her breasts. His thumb played with her nipple, now as hard as a pebble. He broke off his kiss to suckle her other breast and his free hand swiftly lifted her onto his thighs so his cock could tease her clit. She moaned at the power of all the sensations as they mixed and battled for supremacy. He moaned as it took all his control not to thrust into her at that precise moment. She took the control away, as she suddenly lowered herself onto him. He roared as stars exploded before him.
'You'll pay for that,' he growled into her ear.
'Promise…?' She whispered back into his.
