Part Two
Rey often thinks about what happened in the green woods with Kylo Ren, but she means to keep it quiet, to maintain some privacy. That hope goes out the window when he approaches her in a crowded hallway and wraps an arm around her waist. She can feel the broadness of his body behind her, the heat of his breath against her ear when he bends down to whisper, "Keep your door unlocked tonight."
He kisses her temple, and just that gentle brush of his lips against her skin has Rey's heart beating faster. It's on the tip of her tongue to tell him to let go of her, that he can't touch her like this, not in public, where anyone can see. But just as she works up the courage to speak, he releases her from his grasp and continues on his way down the corridor. She watches him go, can't help but admire the powerful way he walks, so commanding and full of purpose with every step.
Then she notices that half the Resistance fighters in the hall are looking at her, some with curiosity or amusement, some with outright disgust. Rey hurries to her quarters, eager to put distance between herself and their stares.
She leaves her bedroom door unlocked, just as he told her to.
He ties her hands to the bedposts with rope that he undoubtedly stole from some supply closet on base. Oddly, Rey isn't the least bit nervous about allowing him this power over her; he's not the same man he was before, no matter that Ren refuses to reclaim his birth name, and she knows he won't hurt her. If she thought he would, she'd never have let him use her so roughly in the woods last week.
He kisses her with surprising gentleness. She loves the feeling of his full mouth against hers, his large hands roaming the landscape of her body, dipping into her hollows, rounding over her curves. Then his lips follow the path his hands took, marking a trail of hot kisses across her skin. He sucks on a pink nipple, and Rey arches up into the caress, biting back a moan.
"Don't do that. I want to hear you," he says, and there's a warning in his voice. The promise of punishment if she disobeys him. Somehow that thrills her more, makes her want to push him, just to see what his retribution might look like.
He kisses the valley between her breasts, her stomach, the point of her left hipbone. Her legs fall open, knees too weak to do anything else, and he settles between them. Looks at her with brown eyes so full of want that just his gaze sends shivers down her spine. Then that beautiful mouth of his is on her sex, licking and sucking, and Rey wishes her hands were free, that she could thread her fingers through his black hair. Her wrists strain against the rope, and the rich bite of the cord against her skin only makes her want more.
It's too much, the feel of his mouth working on her sensitive flesh, his dexterous tongue lapping up her wetness, playing with her. The pleasure mounts but won't crest, and Rey bucks against him, seeking more pressure, something to push her over the edge, but it's not enough.
Ren gives one long, last lick along her sex that makes her shudder and cry out, then he climbs on top of her. His strong body overwhelms her, so broad and solid. Her wetness glistens on his lips, his eyes are bright as if fevered, and thick hair falls into his face.
He's beautiful, she thinks.
Ren is looking at her like he's never wanted anything as much in his life as he wants her in this moment. He guides his cock between her legs, and then he's sliding inside of her. She's full, stretched, tender and aching. He feels so impossibly good, and Rey wraps her long legs around his waist, lifts herself against his thrusts, trying to take him as deep as she can. Her arms are sore from being suspended above her head, but the pain of it only intensifies the pleasure she feels where their bodies meet.
She watches him, admires the beauty of his expressive face. Lips parted on a soft sound that might be her name, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, cheeks flushed. He slips a hand between them while he fucks her, those long fingers quick to rub circles on her sex, and it brings her right to the brink, the sensation of his caresses while his cock fills her. Rey comes shamefully fast, trembling all over and shouting into the shadowed warmth of her room.
"I'm not done with you yet," Ren says.
He unties her, turns her over onto her stomach, and fucks her from behind until she's begging for him to have her harder, faster. This time, when she reaches her release, Rey presses her face into the pillow and buries her cries in its softness.
Ren grasps her chin and turns her face to the side, so that her moans are no longer muffled. "What did I tell you, Rey?" he asks sharply.
"That you want to hear me," she answers, breathless.
"That's right," he says between pants, and now his voice is strained. He must be close, and she's thankful, because she can't take much more of this. Ren rocks against her, into her, and every thrust sends a spike of pleasure through her body, makes her whimper. He groans when he comes, a deep sound of pure relief that Rey thinks she'll never grow tired of.
After that display in the corridor, Rey knows people will be talking about her and Ren—even more than they already do, thanks to Gevan. So it isn't much of a surprise when Finn seeks her out and asks, "Are you sleeping with Kylo Ren?"
Rey is making her bed. She'd left her door unlocked the last three nights in a row, and by this morning her sheets had been in desperate need of changing. Now she straightens her blankets and fluffs her pillows, anything to keep from answering Finn's question.
"Rey?" he asks, quieter now.
She sits on the edge of her bed, puts her head in her hands, and says, "Yes. I'm sleeping with him."
Rey makes herself look up. Finn is frowning at her, but he doesn't appear to be angry. No, what she sees on his face is much worse than fury: disappointment.
She feels the absurd desire to say she's sorry, but Rey knows she shouldn't have to apologize for her intimate life—no matter who she shares it with—and so instead she says, "If you've come to lecture me—"
"Wouldn't dream of it," Finn says, but there's a sharp edge to his smile. "I've got to go anyway. Poe's teaching me how to pilot an X-wing."
"Okay," Rey says, and she hates how small her voice sounds. "We'll catch up later, though, yeah?"
Finn is her best friend, as good as family, and if this thing she's doing with Ren comes between them she knows she'll choose love over desire.
"Sure," Finn says, and he leaves her sitting alone on her freshly made bed.
That night, Rey locks her door.
She manages to avoid Ren for a full week, but on the eighth day he corners her after a strategy meeting. Grabs her by the hand and whispers, "Wait."
"Let go of me," Rey hisses, because people are still filing out of the room, and it makes her uncomfortable when he handles her familiarly in public.
The look he gives her is so hard, unflinching and heated, that for a moment she thinks he may do something stupid, like kiss her. Instead, he releases her hand and straightens himself until he's looming over her. Broad, strong, more handsome than any man has the right to be, and Rey finds herself leaning against the wall for support.
When the door finally closes behind the last person, leaving them utterly alone, Ren braces his hands against the wall on either side of her. "You locked me out," he says, and just the cadence of his deep voice makes her feel weak.
"I did," Rey agrees, and she's proud of how strong and sure she manages to sound. "We can't keep doing this—this whatever it is that we've been up to—"
"Get on your knees," Ren says.
"What?" Rey asks—a reflexive question, as she heard him well enough.
He looks her up and down, looks at her like he knows every inch of her. And he does, of course.
"Get on your knees," Ren repeats, this time slowly and deliberately.
She shouldn't, Rey knows. Not if she wants to put a stop to this affair. But that's the problem; stopping it is the last thing she wants.
So she kneels before him, unfastens his pants, and takes him in her hand. They've been together enough now that Rey is beginning to learn what he likes. How Ren enjoys being touched, the kinds of things she can say to unravel him. Now she kisses the blunt tip of his cock, so softly at first that, were she kissing his lips, it would almost be chaste. He shudders when her tongue darts out to lick. His taste is musky, salty, and something about it makes her thighs tighten together. Then she sucks him in earnest, and Ren slams his fist against the durasteel wall. Maybe it ought to frighten her, how easily he turns to violence, even in the middle of a moment like this, but all Rey can manage to feel is triumph. Pride in her ability to draw such fierce reactions from him.
She goes to Ren's room for the first time, and Rey is almost startled by its emptiness. He keeps his quarters surgically clean and devoid of personal possessions. Perhaps this is merely a matter of preference, but then again, it could simply be that he has nothing to display.
After they fuck, she makes to leave his rumpled bed, but Ren catches her by the wrist. He's always doing that, holding onto her for longer than she allows.
"What do you want?" Rey asks. She tries to tug her arm out of his grasp, but he only tightens his hold.
"I want you to stay," Ren says.
He sounds so commanding, but his dark eyes tell her all she needs to know. This isn't an order; it's a plea. Somehow, that's far more frightening.
"I can't," she whispers, but before Rey can come up with a good story, Ren releases her.
"Don't bother lying. Just go," he says.
She dresses with shaking hands, hurries back to her room, and spends a long night in her cold bed, lonely and sleepless.
Author's Notes: Okay so somehow this smut-fest started developing something resembling plot, so this is going to be a little longer than a two-shot. Hopefully I'll be able to wrap it up in Part 3.
Hopefully.
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