Chapter 4

Zannah had been awake for hours sat at her desk, the short sleep she had was enough to make her feel alive again. She scrawled through the intranet system of the ship until she saw a notification on the screen. It was a message from General Hux. She opened the note, it informed her that now Kylo was standing again Snoke had ordered for them to commence training to ensure that his skills were more honed to deal with this Jedi. The message also informed that in a week, after Kylo had fully recovered, the two were to meet with Snoke in person to start Kylo's final training. She wondered what this would involve, what else was there to become a true Sith?

She brushed the bad thoughts away. She wasn't on this side for the darkness… she was in it for the fat pay checks. She would never have to work for anyone again. She would be able to run away from this chaos and never look back with a phat stack of cash. Besides, she knew she would never fall into the clutches of Snoke, he has nothing to manipulate her with. No family, no ties, nothing that she felt emotions for.

She responded to the note by leaving her suite and walking toward Ren's door. It slid open instantly, he stood there, a full foot taller than herself, clothed in black with his mask on. She could feel his emotions had changed overnight, they were cold and indifferent. She decided that his emotions had changed because the euphoric effects of the morphine had subsided and his usual composure had returned.

"I need to commence training again" He stole the words from her mouth. They looked at each other through their dark visors for a moment before she nodded, and he pushed past her with a long stride that continued down the hall. He strode like he was on a mission almost hard for her to keep up as she followed behind with ambition. A set of stormtroopers turned a parallel hall in front of them, looking at the pair of angry looking sith and continued down their path, choosing not to turn into the path of the raging Sith.

Unsure of where Kylo was taking her she followed his footsteps trying to keep up with the long-legged man. He almost escaped her before he stopped in front of towering dark doors. Entering the room, she noted it was huge, the walls covered with reinforced metal which had burnt gashes through them. The tall room had many platforms reaching to the roof and looked like a maze.

"This is my training room." He stated and paused, turned around and withdrew his lightsaber, it crackled as hers now does. "We shall spar" and with that he lunged toward her. She quickly withdrew her own blade and defended the incoming attack. It was followed by two more consecutive hits that felt like they shattered her arms with the pressure. Their blades rumbled as they collided and spat sparks as they impacted.

You will not best me a second time she thought. Anger now streaking her face. She could not let this man-child beat her again. She thrust her blade towards his and made him stagger as he had not expected such fury to come from her attacks. They fumed and smacked each other's blades together growing closer as neither would yield. As they glared at each other through their darkened visors almost touching their blades slipped apart before clashing together again. She pushed against his blade hard, with all her force and he slowly had to step backwards. Until his heel hit the wall, he could not hold against her ferocious strength. Then it hit him, a pain in his side from the wound that had almost killed him. A tear fell from his eye as he tried to hold her blade back. His own blade edging closer towards him. And then she noticed he was not resisting back, she hooked her blade between his and its glowing hand guards and flicked the blade from his hands. It hit the ground and retracted. Her blade now stuck in the wall next to Kylo's shoulder, the blade hovering over his neck and crackled as it burned the hole in the wall deeper. She pushed closer until her torso pinned his hips further against the wall. He could feel the heat from it singing the small hairs on his neck. His eyes filled with fear. She felt it. Fear seethed from him… and something else. Then she felt it… he had a boner. It bulged through his pants and touched her stomach. She blushed under the mask and instantly released her hold and withdrew her blade.

"I'm sorry" apologetically she removed her mask and he followed the same action. She tried to ignore the boner she had felt through his pants on her lower belly.

"It's okay, you beat me fair and square" he admitted his defeat also ignoring the now residing boner.

She could feel his emotions had completely changed again. He felt soft again. Then embarrassment covered him, he looked down at his feet and then left the room before she could protest.

She followed behind in a hurry, she was his bodyguard, he couldn't just leave her there.

"Stop following me" he said angrily.

"it's my job to follow you" she retorted.

And then all hell broke loose. Something she would have to get used to. A regular occurrence for this man-child. He smashed his blade against the wall. Slicing scar after scar into the walls sound him. She leaned against a wall a small distance from the manic and waited for him to finish his onslaught. It continued for longer than she expected, nodding to a passing trooper as he ignored the angered man. Obviously, both knew to avoid halting him. The rage subsided as the hall filled with smoke. The lighting had gone out minuets ago after the first few slashes. The two stood in the dark in silence as the man hunched over in regret for his outburst. The only sound being his slowing breathing. She decided it was safe to talk.

"You right?" her bogan accent coming through as the attempted not to laugh.

The man did not respond, only straightening up and continuing to walk down the hall. She followed. The rest of the day was uneventful as Kylo decided sparing was not interesting him after his shameful loss… and shameful boner. He decided he would rather spend time lifting weights and working on his physical strength. After curling his taught arms for what seemed like hours he finally spoke.

"Would you mind?" he motioned toward the bench-pressing weights. She realised he wanted to her to help him make sure the bar would not fall on him. Knowing he would probably just use the force is she were not around she felt as if his mood had laxed and obliged. As he pressed the weights up toward he she marvelled at his form, strong and rigid like a bread stick. He was pushing himself, using heavier weights that normal. Knowing that if he could not lift it she would be able to. He was impressed by her strength. He noted that she was little a little ball of muscle even though she still had large breasts and a big curved arse. He shied away from the thought. He couldn't let himself fall for her. It would not be what Snoke or Vader would want him to do. His eyes flashed yellow for a millisecond on the thought of Vader and his unrelenting power. Something that Kylo wished for himself. He wanted it at any cost.

She laid in bed, sore from the spar and weights that she had been lifting all afternoon. Close to sleeping she was abruptly re-awoken by Kylo's ever growing force presence. This time it was different. Something was in the air. She could feel his presence washing over her as his heart beat fastened. Was he in pain? Was he angry? Should she check on him… and then she realised that would be a bad idea. The emotions he was emitting were growing stronger. She knew exactly what was happening. They intensified greatly over the next second and her vision became blurred. Unable to see she closed her eyes. The blurring remained inside her shut lids and became clearer as she concentrated. Then her mask came into view, she was backed against a wall. Then the realised it was not her, it was Kylo. She could see from his perspective. The daunting mask in front of her… her daunting mask. The red crackling blade was inches from his face. The view was menacing but the emotions rushing through the room next to her were anything but scared. They were excited. Then she felt it, wetness growing between her legs. He was elated, the raw emotions rushing from him causing her to also become turned on. He was getting close, she could feel it. Then the vision furthered, the mask getting closer. She could see her own leg penetrate between Kylo's. The visions unarmed hand raising to the throat of Kylo, putting pressure slowly onto his oesophagus. And then he came. The vision blurred, and waves of pleasure rushed out of his room. Hitting her hard as if she were stuck in the ocean being tossed around by the tide. He was riding out the orgasm. And as the waves of pleasure subsided she realised that she was also turned on. Dripping between her legs. Damn it. She thought. Now I have to sort out myself. Damn you Kylo Ren… You hot, horny bastard. Tomorrow you will get it. She thought with a smirk on her face.

A/N; Thanks for reading so far, please review if you like it :D The narrative is developing and so is the relationship between Zannah and Kylo.