(i hope people are enjoying this? Not a lot of feedback but i mostly write for myself anyway :P thanks to those who read it, reviews are wonderful motivators, even private messages are always a benefit. It gets graphic? Also I'm sure youve noticed ive added details that aren't cannon about like the brands. ?% not canon.)
Kylo was sweating, it was dripping down his back between his skin and the heavy layers of clothes he was wearing. His breaths coming out in heavy puffs from his helmet, he swung the weighted training sword. The sword thunked against the training dummies littered across the room. A half jump half twirl as the sword smacked against the dummy, it leaned to the side from the force of it before righting itself. He trained in his heavy gear to be use to the way it felt when he had to fight in it out in the field. After getting in what he thought was enough physical training he dropped the sword on the ground by the wall. Not caring where it ended up; no one else besides himself used this training room. Besides when a random knight of ren was around, even then they didn't stay long, they were spread to the far corners of the galaxy causing trouble and taking over worlds. Kylo pulled himself towards the large windows that faced out into space, why the training rooms had some of the best views always perplexed Kylo. He'd think they'd be in some ranking officers quarters. He crossed his legs and relaxed, leaning back with his hands pressed to the ground. His heavy breathing returning to normal as he stared out into space. Rey watched him from the door, she never came in while he was training, she always stood nearby watching. She wondered if he was as keenly aware of her like she was of him. The weeks had bled past with nothing of importance. She had healed and he had beaten her down again, his strength surpassing hers, every fight they had she would land a few good hits. Although they never seemed to plague him like they had for her. She'd leave each training session heavy of breathing and heavy of heart.
After that first time they'd fought and it had gone much past that he held a hint of reservation that made him feel pulled from her. Every time she'd get close he'd pull away. During whatever they were doing and for days afterwards. He had a coldness that made goosebumps raise on her skin. An echo of the coldness of the ship.
He knew she was there, standing by the door, he took his helmet off as she watched his dark curls fall out of it. His skin glowed in the light coming from the space window, washed out his color. Pushing the white and black color scheme he favored. Rey walked over to where he was sitting and sat down next to him. The silence echoing with the silence inside her. During the weeks she would often go days at a time without speaking to a soul, besides the wordless conversations she held with Kylo. He didn't even look at her as she sat lightly down, her long legs being pulled up to her chest. She made herself smaller around him, not for fear of his rage, but for fear of his rejection. Rey liked his fire, when he was muted, she missed his burning.
They sat in silence for a long time, the stars and space floating lazily around them. They watched as tie-fighters dispatched from the docking station many floors below. Tie-fighters fighting positions, scrambling before reforming in formation. Rey picked at a loose stitch on the hem of her pants. Kylo glancing over and raising an eyebrow at her dejection.
"Something's bothering you." a statement, it was true, Rey had the gnawing feeling of loneliness creeping down her back. Would he judge her for it? She swallowed, straightening her spine, hoping for some support from the rigid stance.
"I'm… lonely." She said it, it was out between them, they'd been in a difficult communication, difficult fluctuating connection.
He looked her up and down, sliding a hand through his hair with a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry." She jolted her head up and her mouth hung open. Kylo...Ren... apologized?
"Why are you sorry?" Her voice soft, so quiet but in the silence of the room, the closeness they were. He'd have no problem to hear her, he could hear the desperation in her voice. The strain as she wanted to hear it, hear he wanted her close to him.
"I told you, you weren't alone… and I treated it like I lied. I don't want you to feel lonely here." He turned his body half towards her, unfolding his legs and laying back. He faced her and gently touched her ankle. The skin that gapped between her pants and shoes. He pulled his hands away, she almost groaned a no. Rey grinded her teeth together as he slowly pulled the tips of fingers to his gloves. Pulling each one off as his eyes stared into her face, she knew her want was written all over her it. The raw uncut need for contact. Her lips were pressed together tightly, her eyes sharply focused on his hands. Kylo dropped the gloves to the ground one hand went under his head as he propped himself up. The other hand slid it's way back to her ankle. At the moment his calloused fingers brushed against the skin a large shiver went up her spine.
Kylo licked his lips, the movement catching her eyes, dragging her eyes up from his hand to his face. Her eyes gravitating towards his lips, they had a reddish tint that was mostly washed out in the space light. Her eyes flicked up to his eyes and got caught staring into them. The dim light coming from the windows made his eyes dark, so dark they seemed black. His head was tilted towards her, he had a glint in his eyes that made her mouth go dry. She licked at her own lips as she stared at the hungry look he had. Rey's attention was brought back to the heat on her ankle, his large fingers slowly sliding their way up the backside of her leg. They brushed against a scar she had there, it trailed all the way down the back of her caff. He grabbed her caff tightly before loosely drag his fingers up and down on the scar.
Rey hardly moved, she hardly breathed as his hand slid back down her leg, ending up at her ankle again. The featherlight touch of his fingertips made Rey shudder, before he withdrew his hand. Her skin felt cold once his hand was gone, she turned her head away from his face to stare into space. Focusing on her breathing and the space outside she attempted to center herself. His eyes were burning into the side of her face, she heard him lean forward, sitting up straighter, getting closer to her. She could feel the little puffs of air on her cheek. When she turned her attention to him, he was only a few inches from her face. A dark look in his eyes as his eyes glanced over her face, taking in every little detail to it. The small scar she had on her cheek, the other scar next to her eye. The closeness should of startled her, she should of jumped back and ran to her room, but she didn't. Rey was starving for contact, her body pulled her closer to him, she was starved for his heat. The kind of contact he offered was burning with heat, something pulling her to him. No one else had stirred this kind of need in her.
The friendships she had formed were good enough for a makeshift family, the bond she had forged with others, she'd do anything for. Although the pull she felt with Kylo, it took her breath away, which looking deep into his eyes her breath hitched. Their minds connected and she could see into his mind, which was on her. The way the light reflected on her face was all over his mind, the way her eyes would flutter up and down as they looked between his lips and his eyes. Kylo's mind flashed to the red marks that hung on her neck that day after their fight. The memory breaking as it turned to not a memory but a desire; one where she had those red bite marks littering her chest and stomach. His teeth sinking into the flesh on her stomach as he made another.
She was jolted out of the thought in his mind as he gently pressed his lips against hers, it didn't have all the burning fire the first kiss they shared had. This one was tender and kind, his hand gently placing itself on her shoulder. His nails softly digging into the fabric. She pressed in closer, kissing him back with more force than he had started the kiss. His lips were warm on hers, as they moved against each other. Rey put her hand against his cheek, deepening the kiss as she leaned her weight against him. Rey humming her joy against his lips before he pulled away, pulling his hand off her shoulder. It was a small simple kiss, she kept her eyes closed for a moment before she opened her eyes, hoping he'd lean back in for another. When she opened her eyes, he was gone, and her heart dropped into her stomach.
Rey bolted out of her seated position, lurching towards the main training area. She picked up the training sword. Swinging the heavy sword toward the training dummy. It thunked against it loudly, the echoing in the room and down her limbs. Swinging until her frustration and dejection was spent. Sweat dripped down her face, her chest heaved with exertion, the only sound in her ears being the whoosh of the air and the sound of the sword hitting the dummy. Her hands felt slick with sweat, her lungs burned for air. Her breath was coming out in puffs as the swords weight was starting to wear on her. With one last heavy swing the sword slipped out of her fingers before flying across the room, the sweat on her palms making her lose the grip she had. It slammed into the far wall, cracking the panel it struck, before falling to the ground with a loud bang. Looking around the room she noticed everything was pushed around the room.
At odd angles that caught her attention. The training dummies with their heavy weighted bases were shoved to the left, tilted away from her. The crates they used for jumping training was shoved back at least a foot, the dirt underneath it showing. The white floors all had brown dirt marks from the objects being moved that sat there. Understanding dawning in her mind as she looked around before looking at her feet. Around Rey's feet was a cracked paneling, the panel of the floor tile she stood on was broken around her feet. A heavy force coming out of her, pushing everything down and away from her. She stood in a circle with everything being pushed away from her. She felt like she was standing on an island, with just herself for company. She had lived with loneliness, when Kylo wasn't around she didn't think she could live with it further.
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She was summoned by a stormtrooper to Captain Phasma's office. The stormtrooper stating that she'd be in the company of General Hux and Kylo Ren as well. Rey took a moment to look at her clothes, she hadn't bothered to ask for different clothes as of yet. The baggy size of the first order uniform reminder her she wasn't really in the first order. Her hair was out if uniform, a top bun with the rest of it hanging loose around her neck. She cuffed the pants up so her ankles were exposed. The pants were much too long for her and she hated the full length of them. If she wasn't careful she'd trip on the bottom hang of them. Rey shrugged about her uniform as she followed the Storm trooper to Phasmas office. The walk felt long but so did every trip she made out of her room. The hallways we're always desolate and empty in the areas immediately surrounding Kylo Ren's rooms. Rey had taken her time to start befriending the random trooper that patrolled the surrounding hallways. She followed the strange one in front of her, she hadn't seen the one she liked in awhile. Although she didn't know his name so she wasn't sure how she could tell them apart. Rey could feel it, she thought.
The walk to her office only took a few minutes, much less time than if she had wandered herself. The trooper infront of her taking her through the mess hall as a shortcut. Upon walking through all the troopers sitting, standing, eating, talking, all turned to look at her. A sea of faces looked up at her before they all turned their heads painfully quickly away, not wanting to offend her if she had the temper of her master. She tried to keep the tears from pricking at the edges of her eyes. Taking a deep breath as they made it through the large room she was dropped off in front of a door.
Rey swallowed and opened the door, it sliding open quietly and smoothly. Inside the room stood General Hux, his red hair shining in the office light. Captain Phasma sat at the desk, papers scattered all over it. Kylo Ren stood next to the desk, his helmet sitting on the desk while his dark curls were everywhere. Hanging wildly around his face. They all turned to look at her when she walked into the room. Hux's face turned into a frown as he stared at Rey, looking up and down at her clothing and her hair. He must not of liked what he saw because he turned to Phasma, who shook her head in disappointment. Or what Rey assumed to be disappointment, hard to tell with her having the shiny stormtrooper helmet of Captain rank hiding her face.
Rey turned her head towards where Kylo had his hands heavily planted on to the desk, he didn't give her a look over like the other two had. What purpose was she here for? Display? Rage burned in the back of her throat as Hux waved her off, he turned away from her and faced the other two. Red blurred the edges of her vision as she opened her mouth, it was then that Kylo looked up from the desk, his eyes meeting hers. Rey was practically hissing through her teeth as she shot her hand forward, force pushing Hux forward to where he slammed into the desk. His head bouncing off the desk as he bent at the waist. A large proud smirk spread across Kylo's face as he witnessed Hux's body slip off the desk and onto the ground.
Blood was running down a cut in his eyebrow, and coming out of a split on his lip. He jumped up in rage, whirling on where Rey stood. She stood her ground, planting her feet and squaring her shoulders as he bristled like a orange tabby who had water flicked at him. Hux pulled his blaster from his hip and aimed it at Rey, his finger closing on the trigger. Rey braced herself for jumping out of the way, or pushing back with the force again.
Kylo raised her hand, Hux couldn't pull the trigger even if he wanted to, the force that Kylo was pushing onto his blaster flung it out of his hand. It hit the wall on the other side of the room, Hux turned his red raged face to Kylo. Rey noticed how his face had turned the same shade of red as his hair.
"My apprentice does not follow your orders Hux, don't think you have control in this situation." he lowered his hand and faced the desk again. Looking at the large blueprint paper that was now sitting on the desk. Phasma pointed to something on the paper. Ignoring the the hostility between Hux and Rey, treating the situation with indifference. Hux grumbled, glaring at Rey as he wiped some blood from his face. Rey stuck her tongue out at him, his face changed about six shades darker red. Steam was practically coming out of his ears. A large grin spread across her face, Kylo glanced up, not bothering to straighten up this time. He shot Rey a look that made her stop her antagonization, he waved her over to him. She walked up, brushing past Hux like he wasn't real. He was a tall thin man who demanded every respect he should have, and with Rey's disregarding him it burned his pride.
"Ren, why haven't you gotten Rey proper clothing? Why does she continue disrespecting my uniform?" Hux's voice was almost a whine as he glared at her, his face still several shades of red. Kylo tilted his head as he looked over Rey's clothing, before looking at Hux. He shrugged, his mouth qorking in a way that made Rey's heart tug. He looked so much like Han in that moment. He didn't even know was something his father had done, if he did know he'd probably try to squash it.
"I hadn't really thought about it, she has clothes she trains in, but i'll get her something for general wear… that'll mark her as my apprentice." Hux had a relieved almost sick smile as he narrowed his eyes as he looked into Rey's face. Hoping Rey would be heartbroken to look like Kylo, instead Rey just shrugged as well. Kylo's style was very in peoples face, but in a way that commanded respect. If she was going to wear something similar, it wouldn't be all bad. Hux's face dropped his enjoyment, turning to look at the blueprint, holding up a hand to wave her off; but stopped and looked over at Rey. she raised an eyebrow and he dropped his hand to his side.
Rey peaked a look at the blueprints, not sure if she was allowed to see what was going on, her heart dropped as she stared at it. It looked like a rebel base, one she hadn't seen before. It was set in the middle of several mountain ranges. Phasma's electronic voice brought her eyes up to where she was sitting.
"Should the girl be here? Her loyalties are untested." Kylo and Hux turning their attention to her, she looked to the side, to where the command console sat. it seemed to be a command console for the hallways in this area of the ship, the hallways had felt like a prison, maybe that's where they were. Phasma was the Captain of the stormtroopers and the prison warden.
"That's why she's here. I'm putting her under your command Phasma. I want her to be in charge of reconditioning and removal." Kylo's voice not obstructed by his helmet, but his words were ice, a shiver went up Rey's spine. Removal sounded very daunting, Rey had heard Finn mention reconditioning, he said that it wasn't pleasant. That was all he was willing to say. Phasma tapped at her helmeted chin, Hux crossed his arms. That was his answer, Phasma stood, walking around her desk and standing in front of Rey. Rey straightened her back up, she stood much shorter than the other woman, who was the same height as Kylo. Phasma circled around her, Kylo groaned with impatience, a low chuckle coming out behind Rey, from Phasma.
"I'm messing with you." Rey could hear the teasing tone she had, she wondered how close her and Kylo were. She bristled at the thought despite herself.
"She'll be toughened up by the decisions. Although…." Kylo tilted his head, crossing his own arms as he lounged against the desk. He looked anything but relaxed, a slight tilt of his lips forming a half-assed frown.
"She either wears the uniform right, or you get her different clothes. Sooner than later Ren." Rey instinctively reached up, touching the bottom of her hanging hair. Phasma spoke about her like she wasn't here, instead of prickling with rage, a chill ran over her skin. Kylo scoffed before nodding, looking Rey up and down, committing something to memory as he turned back to the table. Thumping an object in the middle of the blue print before turning. He walked past Rey, the look he gave, she fell into step behind him. Phasma stepped out of the wall next to the door, Kylo paused, looking Phasma in the face with a harsh look of some kind. He continued on his way, Rey passed by Phasma, looking into her helmet all she saw was a distorted reflection of herself.
Clenching her jaw she set out of the office, as the door slid shut with a heavy thump. She followed behind Kylo's long strides as they went somewhere deep into the ship. The clean white hallways turned into twisting and turning narrow hallways, the white turning into grey and brown. Looking like an old empire ship was the heart of this ship, that had just built around it. Rey couldn't stop her wandering eyes as she looked down every off shooting hallway. Each one curving away, dead ending, or opening up into large bubble shaped rooms. Rey marveled at how could this possibly be the same ship she'd been living on for the last several weeks, she was so engrossed with the place they were going through she didn't see him stopping. Rey slammed into his back, she fell to the ground as he twisted to look around at her. Confusion written on his face.
"I was distracted." was all she said, he glanced around their location, nodding, seeming to remembered her disdain for the rigid first order ships. He offered his hand to her, his thick gloved hand reflected the dim light in the twisting tunnels they were in. Rey gripped his hand tightly, pulling herself up with his weight as a counter weight. Wiping off the dirt clinging to her clothes, she turned around in her spot, taking in all the old pipes coming out of the walls, going back into them, the floor being grates, the pipes below them knocked with pressure. Kylo watching her rotation, the joy filled glint in her eyes as she took in the old heart of the ship. A large smile spreading across her face. The scavenger heart of hers bursting with excitement.
"There are no cameras starting at this point. No first order overstep or observation. You can be-" he gestured up and down at Rey. "-you here." he unhooked his lightsaber from his belt, the red beam igniting. Casting bright red light onto his face, the shadows of his scar showing harshly. Rey stared into his face without fear, she realized she trusted him, he had just given her a gift and if he decided to cut her down here. She'd take it in stride. Rey knelt, closing her eyes and pointing her head down towards the ground. The lightsaber beam buzzing loudly in the narrow corridor. He stepped around her, she opened her eyes but kept her head down, watching his heavy boots move past her. The lightsaber cut a deep black line into the ground behind her. The metal dripping white hot into the void below her. Watching as it hit pipes, going past and disappearing into nothing.
The grated floor didn't even shift from the cut, the metal cooled, the white fading to a dull humming red as he flipped the switch on the lightsaber. The light getting sucked out of the space, leaving them in the dark, the red glow his lightsaber had casted for only a few moments left the hallway feeling hollow without its presence. Her eyes hadn't readjusted yet to the dim light in the hallway. Kylo circled her, his movements almost predatory. The hair on Rey's neck stood up, her eyes following his boots as best they could. He stopped in front of her, his voice was heavy when he finally spoke.
"Swear it." his voice rough. Rey swallowed, her mouth feeling dry. "Swear to me. Not to Snoke. Not to the First Order. Swear it to me." a hint of desperation was in his voice, he needed her words, needed to hear her say it. The memories she had seen of his abandonments and betrayals flashing through her mind. The years he spent trying to be his own person in the shadow of so many people hanging heavy in her mind. To be someone of his own, instead of who everyone else thought he should be, who his family wouldn't push off on each other, or leave behind.
The memories of Han leaving Ben off alone for months, the memories of Leia not having time for him, pushing him off onto other people to pay attention. Them shipping him off to get jedi training he didn't want under Luke. Who put so much pressure on him during his training he could feel himself crumbling. All young Ben had wanted to be was his own person. The expectations of others pushed him to create Kylo. now he was his own person. Just not the person they thought he should of been.
"I swear myself to you." her words echoing down the silence of the hall, her words heavy on her lips. The tenison in the air was pressing into her back, or was it the force? A pressure was settling into the hallway, they're breathing heavy. Her senses prickled, a charged energy in the air, Rey could taste it on her tongue. It tasted of limes and cold metal.
"Rise." if words could drip, his were honey, slow and heavy flow. Rey looked up into his face, his stare burning into her skin. He clenched and unclenched his gloved hands, his throat bobbing as he swallowed heavily. Rey pushed herself to her feet, standing in front of him, meeting his eyes. She squared her shoulders, holding her head up higher; kylo walked closer, inches from her. He pulled his glove off, the pinching and pulling of the each finger of the glove, marked time moving by slowly. The pressure in the air around them becoming almost unbearably heavy. Rey tried not to shift on her feet, all her discomfort was pulled from her mind as he slid his gloveless fingers through her hair. His skin burned against her skin as his hand drifted through her hair to the back of her neck. His fingers lightly digging into the flesh, like he wasn't sure she was real.
He pulled on her skin tightly, drawing their faces just breaths apart. Her found herself getting ready for a sharp burning kiss. The buzzing through the air making her heart beat faster, the blood rushing to her fingers and her toes. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he dug his nails into the back of her neck, the skin breaking with a soft pop as they breathed in each other's space. Rey felt her nails digging into the palms of her hands as she waited for him to bridge the small gap between their lips. She licked her lips, breaking whatever trance he was in, he closed the distance between their lips with a crushing kiss. His other hand grabbing onto her waist tightly, the grip almost painful. Rey's breathing hitched in her throat as she kissed him back, the tenderness of their other kiss was a stark contrast to this one. It burned and pulled at the edges of her being, she put her hand on the side of his neck
Her own nails digging into the soft skin on his throat. Whether he seemed to like it or not only fueled his harsh kiss. Pulling away just enough to slam against her mouth again. Kylo bit her lip just harsh enough for a gasp to come from Rey. Her lips separated and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She relished his taste as his tongue roamed around her mouth. His taste reminded her of the way air tasted on the island just before a rainstorm. Heavy with a hint of cider trees blowing in the wind. Turning their bodies and shoving her against the wall of the hallway, his hand slid down her side, reaching her hip and squeezing. Her own hand not digging into his neck slipped around his waist, pulling his body against hers. After a moment his hand on the back of her neck loosened it's digging grip, wrapping around the front of it and squeezing from the sides. Rey moaned against his mouth and spurred him to squeeze tighter. Her heartbeat fluctuating as he kissed her deeply, he pulled his tongue from her mouth. Rey nipped at his lip, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He kissed a soft trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her ear. His teeth clamping onto her earlobe before he softly kissed that as well. His grip on her throat had her panting, not from lack of air but from the excitement. Kylo could feel her pulse fluttering under his fingers as he pressed a kiss to her temple, before pulling himself away from her and releasing the grip on her throat.
His hand dropping from her skin left a cold empty feeling, she opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing when he put both hands on either side of her face. The roughness and heat of his fingers made her breath catch in her throat. His hands slid down her face, going over her shoulders and ending at her hands. Where his hands dwarfed hers, hers looking so small in his. Reys stare so intently at their joined hands, she almost missed the part where he lowered himself to his knees.
Sitting on both knees he stared up into her face, the shock written all over her expression. Despite the dimness in the hallway, she could see the glisten in his eyes as he stared up at her. Kylo held onto her hands, squeezing them as he stared up into her face; his breathing heavy in the space between them. The dim light was reflecting off his hair, the shadows deep on his face, to Rey, there was nothing in the galaxy as beautiful.
"I swear. I swear to protect you, from anything; from evil things that thirst for your blood. I swear to you, so you'll never feel loneliness again." Rey swallowed, the words echoing through the hallway, the space feeling tight and heavy with a swollen weight in the air. He turned her hands over, pressing a kiss into the palm of each hand. Rey's chest burned, her swearing feeling suddenly much less personal, feeling less devotion than his seemed. She licked her lips, her bottom lip trembling, this kind of promise wasn't made lightly. They'd gravitate towards each other for the rest of their lives. Their paths forever crossed; but maybe they already were. This promise just meant they'd never be on opposite sides again.
Rey tugged on his hands, pulling him to his feet, he towered over her at his full height. Kylo bent his head towards hers, his hair falling in loose curls around his face. The longer pieces tickling Rey's face softly. She had to resist the urge to run her hands through his hair, to feel the soft dark curls under her fingers. The emotion on his face was raw, it showed hurt, vulnerability, and the smallest traces of hope. Hope that whatever they face she'll stay by his side. They didn't speak, or move, they stood like that for what felt like hours. Maybe it was, they just stood hand in hand as they stared at into each other's eyes.
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The days spent together were like white and black. During their time in the hallways deep in the belly of the ship, it was as if the Kylo Ren in front of her was a different person. He was still full of rage, she could feel it in the air. But he seemed more free. He made snide comments. He had a sense of humor she hadn't seen before. It was all darkness and self loathing she expected with a hint of self importance. He liked to lounge around like a house cat as she explored the pipe jungle layed out for her. Rey would spend her time climbing, poking her head into holes. Just figuring out how the ship worked with such an old design. All the while, Kylo loved to watch her. He'd sit at the platform as she slowly climbed down, her shouts barely reaching his ears. What she would find.
One of the things being a blaster 4 generations old. Rey climbed up, dropping the blaster next to him where his feet dangled off the edge of a platform. The blaster was rusted, an old outdated design that would lock up accidentally. Kylo picked it up with his hand, turning it over before quickly posing it in firing position. He squeezed the trigger. Rey's face excited with anticipation, but all that came out of the blaster was a wheeze of rust. Rey's face dropped in disappointment.
They also had some training fights in these old rooms, one being so deep into the ship Rey's nightmares as a child flashed through her mind. The thought of dying and no one finding her often at the forefront of her mind. Kylo hadn't seemed to mind the dimly lit areas of the ship's belly. He'd drag his hands on the hallways walls as they walked. Rey would watch him as he silently navigated the twisting hallways. His natural sense of direction pulling them to places they hadn't been before. She could see his-self reflection, it was almost physical in the air. Whatever his thoughts were on, he needed silence to process them. Despite the silence Rey didn't feel lonely anymore. He had exposed his emotional thoughts to her while in the belly, and while she didn't know exactly what plagued him she hoped her presence helped. When he'd finally stop the random walking in his deepest thoughts, he'd coax Rey into speaking of her childhood. Not through the memories he had lived, but of her good ones. The ones she didn't mind speaking about. She reflected on the way the sun would shine through the holes in her AT-AT home, creating stars only for her.
Whatever they were to each other she felt like the bond was strongest while they haunted these old halls. His tall stalking form would relax the moment that crossed the threshold of they're hidden space.
One of the days Rey sat on a makeshift bench she had built from scrap metal laying around. She had welded it into the wall with some minor equipment she had borrowed from the repair bay. No one had stopped her, no one had cared that she lifted the small current generator. Kylo was pacing in front of her, his breaths coming out in heavy bursts as he made his laps. The stomping of his boots echoing around the large bubble shaped room. Whatever had happened his rage is ticking up the notches as he paced, instead of going down. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Rey chewed on her lip as he flung his arms out, pulling them back in and throwing them forward. He wasn't force pushing, but he was trying desperately to work off some of his extra fury. Rey could hear his grumbling under his breath, she'd been working up the courage to ask him what was the matter. Not wanting to overstep her boundary. She was just his student, she had no land to stand on as she asked for details. Swallowing, she asked anyway.
"What's the matter?" Her voice cutting through the sharp sound coming from his helmet. He froze, quickly turning his head to stare through her being. She resisted the urge to shiver.
"I've been commanded by Snoke." He said, he started his pacing again. Rey didn't understand, he was his master, she knew of several of his other commands that she had heard from Kylo himself. Much less angry all those times than this one.
"To do what?" His pacing took him straight to the wall, where he pressed his gloves hands against it.
"To blood you. I should have no issue ordering it. I've seen you kill, I've seen you murder. Why do I have reservations to command you to do it this time?" He turned on around quickly, his movements going from nothing, from being statue still to fluid speed. He stalked over to Rey where she sat on the bench. Her concern written on her face. He took his helmet off and threw it to the far side of the room. Where it hit with a loud echoing thunk. His breathing heavy and jagged.
"I've murdered?" Her voice coming out quiet. Her memory filing through all the times she's attacked someone. As far as she knew the stormtroopers were just knocked out. That's what the specs she had read from the old empire file had told her. Stormtrooper armor was special designed to take the brunt of a blaster and not kill the target. Hurt. But not kill.
Kylos head hung forward, his sweat damp curls hanging heavily around his face. His hands reached out and grabbed her shoulders. Bringing his eyes up to hers she could see a glint of rage in his eyes, a smirk across his lips.
"Of course you've murdered. Don't forget what I told you on the island. Thousands have died by your hands. Your stained with blood." His voice was soft but rough, a touch more of a gravelly voice than he normally possessed. Rey felt her mind quiet as she remembered their conversation, the memory of starkiller base exploding. How many had been on that base? It was the size of a planet. Prehands a hundred thousand men could of been on that planet. Rage burned at the back of her throat as she scared into his face, pure red rage burst at her chest.
She shoved at his chest with her hands, darting to her feet. A yell coming out of her mouth as she shoved him again.
"Killing in defense isn't murder." The words coming out through her clenched teeth. A chuckle came out of Kylos mouth, she shoved him again.
"Killing is killing; murder is murder; death is death." the words coming out as a half sing song tone. Another yell came out of Rey as she shoved him backwards with the force. It came out of her hands as she flung them towards him, his feet sliding across the floor as he slammed into the wall opposite of her. The air was knocked out of his lungs but another chuckle came with it. Another dark chuckle that made her blood boil, she set her mouth with a sharp frown and lunged towards him. Kylo dipped his head to the side as her fist slammed into the wall. The sound of her flesh slamming against it made a sharp slapping noise. Her knuckles stung as she pulled her other hand to punch at his head. He dodged that one just as easily. Slipping out of her range as she swung with her weight behind her. He didn't fight back yet. Just letting Rey take her swings at him. Her breath coming out in pants as she began to tire.
"Just admit it Rey. You have more blood on your hands than I do." Kylo said with a shrug, his form standing in the middle of the room. Rey was panting, her hands on her knees. Rage flashed across her face as she jumped towards him, this punch landing with a wet smacking noise. His head was turned away from her but she could feel his rage flowing before she saw it. He grabbed her arm flinging it away from them, his head swinging towards her quickly. His punch coming right after it. Rey took a full punch with his weight behind it right to the cheek. She lost her balance and twisted to the ground. Landing first on her side before rolling on to her back. Kylo was on her a moment after. His weight on her hips as he shoved his one knee into her hip. Rage in his eyes that made her blood hum. His other fist came across her face, strong enough to whip her head to the side. Rey tasted blood in her mouth.
Kylo planted his hands on either side of her head as she brought it back to look into his eyes. He wasn't panting from effort but from the energy bubbling in his blood.
"Admit it." His words were ice, a splash of cold water to the heat burning within her. She opened her mouth, to protest, but it was useless. She knew the truth. She had murdered people. Snuffed their light out before their time. She should of felt bad, she almost did, but when she stared into the eyes of the man on top of her, she couldn't. They're lives had no importance to her, they never would.
"You're right." her words coming out soft whisper. A pipe in the corner hummed as steam passed through it. All Rey could think about was the closeness of his body above hers. The weight of his body digging harshly into her skin. His eyes widened for just a moment before his lips slammed onto hers. His knee shifted from digging into her hip to straddling her, she arched herself into the kiss. Rey's hands sliding up his back and around his waist as she felt for the buckle to his large outer belt. His lips hesitated for just a moment when the belt released with a click. It released into her hand and she flung it to the side, where it clattered to the floor. She harshly bit his lip, drawing his attention back to their kiss.
His hands that had been on the either side of her face moved down her body, not so gently grabbing the hem of her shirt before yanking it upwards. Breaking their kiss just long enough to pull off the piece of fabric and tossing it to the side. Kylo leaned back just for a moment, taking in the softness of her skin. The freckles that spread across her shoulders and down the top of her breasts before disappearing into the top of her undershirt. His eyes dragged back up her body to her face, she was panting as her fingers got to work finding the zipper of his gambisen.
At the top of his chest, slowly pulling it down. She licked her lips and never broke eye contact as she pushed the thick fabric off his shoulders, where it landed on the floor with a soft thump. He was wearing his long sleeved undershirt, Rey began tugging at the bottom of it before giving up. The sheet was much too form fitting for her to take off easily herself. Rey lowered her hands and watched as Kylo pulled the form fitting shirt off himself. Rey watched with hungry eyes as she took in his muscles coiled tightly beneath his skin. The scar that spread across his face and down his neck plunged deeply down his chest, ending just above his abs. Rey's hand gilded down the scar, following the progression as he almost trembled under her hand.
Kylo swallowed heavily as she sat up, pulling her undershirt off before tossing it away from them. Rey watched as his eyes flickered all over her chest, she laid back down as he started to reach for one of her breasts. Realizing he was still wearing his gloves he grabbed the first three fingertips with his teeth before yanking it off. The smallest hint of a smile spread across Rey's face as that was the first time she'd seen such lack of care for his gloves. His newly freed hand grasped her breast tightly as he yanked the other glove off with his teeth as well. His fingers pinching the nipple before kneading at the rest of it. Rey practically purred as his other hand gripped onto her rib cage as he lowered his head to nip at the exposed skin on her chest.
Getting a mouthful of skin right below her collarbone, he bit into it. Rey let out a small gasp, almost a chirp of delight as his biting traveled down her torso. Leaving behind all kinds of red marks, some with distinct teeth marks, others with soft pink coloring. His one hand still teasing her breast as his teeth gently clamped onto her other nipple. A sharp inhale coming from Rey as she wiggled under him. His tongue flicking across it before he continued his biting downwards. His hand drifted down to grip onto the other side of her ribs cage, mirroring the other already there as he bit into the soft flesh above her hip. A much louder moan coming out of her lips made his blood pump harder. Her hands fell into his hair, twisting the curls around her fingers before grabbing a large handful and harshly pulling his head back up to hers.
As she yanked his head against her, kissing him with a force he wasn't prepared for. The grip on his hair released and her fingers fumbled with the clasp on his pants. Mirroring her action he pulled on the top of her pants, breaking the kiss long enough for the clothing to slide down her legs. She kicked them to the side, he was watching intently as she wiggled herself out of her underwear, pulling his own pants off at the bottom of his ankles. Having sat backwards to pull her pants off and his.
Kylo sat up on his knees, taking in her fully naked form. All the small freckles speckling her chest to her hips to her muscled thighs. He drank it all in, under his eyes, she squirmed. Her hands tugging at the top hem of his underwear, wordlessly telling him to take them off. She had already felt his excitement bulging in his underwear, she wanted to see it, see all of him as he sees her.
He started pulling it down, as Rey half sat up and watched his member sprang forward with a half pleased half lazy look. Kylo felt what seemed like a blush spread across his face as her eyes wandered his entire body in the dim light.
He turned his face away in embarrassment as she slid onto her knees. Her eyes catching on the black lines that followed the line of his rib cage, creating a striped caged look around his upper body. In the dimness of the light she had missed it when he first took his shirt off. She was too distracted by the scar she had given him in the forest. Her hand traced the 3 on either sides of his body, her nails softly scraping his skin.
Nowhere near as tall as him, she held his face in her hand as she kissed him, softly and gently for the first time that day as one hand slipped around him. He shuddered at the coolness of her fingers wrapped around him, pulling his face down with her as she moved to lay back down. She wasn't embarrassed at their nakedness, why should he? His breath hitched as he hovered over her, her fingers still softly wrapped around his currently most sensitive body part, her nail gently tracing a vein she's found. The blood humming under her hands as she kissed him deeper. Gently biting his bottom lip, a soft groan coming out of his lips as she guided him into her, all the rushed fire he had moments ago fizzled out as he just relished in her touch. The urgency was gone and he just wanted to marvel in the physical connection they were having.
If it wasn't so silent in the room they were in besides they're heavy breathing she wouldn't have heard the uptick under his breath as he slid into her wet center. The softest moan coming out of his mouth as he shoved his lips against hers. Rey's own breathing hitched, catching in the back of her throat and he pressed all the way into her. A heavy moan coming from deep within her as he took a moment inside of her, to settle himself. Kylo gripped her hip tightly, the bone jabbing into his hand.
Rey was the first one to move against him, encouraging him to pull back and go forward again with each little tiny squeaked out moan she gave him. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his face close into her shoulder as he moved in and out of her, picking up speed before cycling; between faster and slower speeds. Rey hummed underneath him as she met him thrust for thrust with enthusiasm. His nails dug into the skin on her hips, he slowed enough to flip them over.
Flipping onto his back where she saddled him, she was sitting up straighter. The sudden change disorienting her for just a moment before she started to bounce on top of him. Lifting herself enough for his thrusts to hit deeper when she went down to meet them. The nails on her one hand dug in deeply into the skin on his chest as her other hand rubbed a circular pattern at a small bud of nerves at the top of her womanhood. The moans coming out of her breather and louder until she almost couldn't take it anymore. His nails digging into her hips broke the skin, bruises were forming at the new urgency of his grip.
Rey moan came out as a shuddered gasp as she reached her climax, she removed her hand and pressed both of them into his chest as he continued thrusting up and down. Rey leaned forward to kiss him, her teeth biting into his bottom lip; the movement of her body shifting seemed to send him spiraling as he reached his own climax, his heavy panting filling the silence of the room.
The dampness of his skin making his hair stick to his face, just as Rey's hair was sticking to her face and neck. They stayed together for a moment, him still buried deep inside her after they both finished. Rey was the first one to move, sliding herself up and off of him. A large shudder passed through him as she did, her body thumped with a damp slap on the metal floor as she practically threw herself next to him. Too tired to do much more than that. Kylo pulled her body against side of his, pressing a breathless kiss to the top of her head as he held her. Pulling the closest item of clothing he could find to them, his large sleeveless padded gambeson, pulling it up and over her shoulders. Rey was chilled laying against the cold metal with the dampness of exertion clinging to her skin.
As they laid there his hand petting her hair and the occasional kiss to the top of her head they laid in silence. Neither wanting to ruin the moment with talk of returning to their second life in the white halls of the ship. The life that was beginning to feel more and more like the dream the longer they hid in the depths of the star destroyer. They had two lives they were living, and while the one where they could hide away from their responsibility was the real dream. Despite white halled reality feeling more like a nightmare, they'd have to return to it soon. Rey dragged her fingernail lightly up and down the scar on his chest to his neck. Not sure where they'd sit with each other when not inside the coiling halls, Rey shoved the thought out of her mind. The only thing of importance currently was his soft breathing.
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The next days passed without a blink, Rey was still waiting for Kylo to bring her the new uniform she was to be wearing for her new job under Phasma. Their morning practices were the highlight to her days. She was starting to hold her own against Kylo, she still was taking a beating, her blood would start pumping with excitement. One morning on specific, Rey had ran around Kylo, slipping under his defenses and taking her training sword straight into his thigh, the hit was so hard a small cry escaped his lips. His own training sword dropping out of his hand at the contact. Rey twirled around on her toes from her lower position in front of him, going for his waist with the sword. Kylo saw it coming, despite the pain still radiating through his leg, he grabbed Rey with his large gloved hands. Twisting the sword out of her hand with the grip he held on her wrist. The pain shooting up her arm as his other hand picked her up. Her whole body weight meaning nothing to him as he tossed her off to the side. Rey slammed into the floor on her shoulder with a heavy thump.
A pained shout coming out of her mouth as she slid across the white paneled floor. Kylo dropped to his knee, his weight on his good leg as he calmed his breathing. Rey's own pain making her shudder as she struggled to get off the ground. Tears blurring her vision as she was trying to push up off the floor. Her breathing coming out in large heavy gasps, the pain flashing through her whole body as she put all her weight on her bad arm to push her upper body up into a sitting position. Kylo was standing again, quickly moving over to where she was struggling to get up. She watched as he slide down onto his knees, sliding behind her as he took her weight so she wasn't putting it all on her injury.
She could hear his curse under his breath; he looked at her shoulder. His fingers gently brushing her skin, she flinched so harshly he quickly withdrew his hand. Another curse coming out from his clenched teeth. Rey couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm alright, i just gotta relax for a moment.' her words coming out in soft wheezes as she continued to laugh, he seemed so put out by her reaction, she couldn't help herself.
"We always beat each other up." she said, he tensed behind her.
"I always beat you up. You hardly land too many hits." she couldn't help but scoff at him. He gently chuckled behind her, the sound coming through her body as well as hearing it.
"Once i'm good, we're gonna go again." Rey said, defiance flaring up at his reaction.
"Oh okay, sure. Yeah i'll totally let you fight again. Once you're up and walking, you're going straight to med bay. That's an order." Rey huffed but obeyed, she wasn't about to start an argument, she actually liked going to the med bay because growing up on that desert planet desperately poor. She could never afford the kind of treatment official med bays gave. Healing time was nothing, pain was minimal, life was good with med bots. His fingers were gently tracing the line of her shoulder when the pain finally ebbed enough for her to struggle to her feet. Kylo giving support as she tried to rise.
Once they were standing she leaned her good side against his side, not really needing that much support to walk beside maybe a hand on her back, she just really wanted to be closer to him. Nursing a shoulder injury and potentially a broken rib meant she could lean as close as she wanted. They're time together in the white halls had to be more separated, after that first scene of them on camera they kept their distance. Rey slumped heavily against him, he wrapped his arm around the back of her as he limped them towards the medbay. The hit to his thigh must of been a good one for him to still be having issues with it. Stormtroopers stood at attention as they slowly wandered past, they blank helmeted stares following their steps. Rey turned to whisper to Kylo, tilted her head enough to look like they were just walking.
"Something is wrong." her voice tense, all he responded with was a shift nod, their senses prickling with danger. His free hand hung loosely next to where his lightsaber was clipped into his belt, Rey had yet to earn her own lightsaber in Snokes eyes. Her soul still too heavily connected to the lightside. A white string connecting to all the lives of people she's connected with while her time with the resistance. She felt that tug as they passed through the door to the medbay. A doctor stood next to a med bot who was stitching together a mess up a stormtrooper. His greenish torso was exposed as the medbot stitched together the gaping skin on his side. A blaster shot cut through his armor, almost disemboweling him in the process. Her stomach turned at the sight of the blue blood leaking out of his body, his feet still had his stormtrooper boots on. She focused on that to keep from throwing up the little training breakfast she ate.
The hair on the back of her neck was standing on end when the doctor pulled the curtain separating the stormtrooper from her and Kylo. The doctor turning around and facing them had an easy smile on his face, he was aged and had wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. The smile lines deepening the wider he smiled, Kylo sat down heavily on the cot behind him as he rubbed at the place Rey's attack had hit, he pulled his hand away. It was stained red, confusion furrowed his brow as he looked quickly to Rey's face. Her face had surprise written across it, they were using dulled training swords, they shouldn't have cut through his skin if he wasn't even wearing pants. Let alone through his thick padded clothing. The doctor pointed at the other cot on the other side of Kylo for Rey to sit on, she struggled to hop onto the cot while the doctor half pulled the curtain between her and Kylo. Rey didn't want to lose vision of him with the weird feeling she had, something wasn't right and her senses were screaming at her to realize what was going on. Leaning to the side to peer around the half pulled curtain she could hear the doctor's soft voice.
"I'll need you to remove this clothing item so i can see the injury." she could hear Kylo's boots dropping to the floor with a heavy thump. Then his body sliding off the exam table bed, his feet lightly padding on the tile floor as he pulled up his pants. She could hear him grumbling about how he shouldn't even be bleeding, that Rey had only his him with a dull training blade. The doctors soft floating around the curtain, his voice serious and soft.
"That's because it wasn't a dull training blade." her heart skipped, blood pumping through her ears. All her instincts were yelling to jump into action, but she could hardly so much slide off the table as she turned around the edge of the curtain. Kylo was laying on the table with a thin blanket sitting on his lap, the large wound on his thigh a screaming red. Her eyes tore off the wound and up to where the doctor stood, he had a needle in his hand that was empty, he was just pulling it out of Kylo's thigh, he struggled to stay awake. Rey's blood was pumping, she should get running, but she stood still, she couldn't just leave him with the doctor. Whoever this man was she wasn't sure what he wanted from them. A set of heavy hands landed on her shoulders, the doctor slowly turned around as he saw her.
That light smile still plastered almost robotically on his face, Rey struggled to pull herself out of the grip of the large man behind her; but her attempts were useless, every movement making her shoulder scream, she stood helplessly still as the doctor pulled out another needle. He walked up to her slowly, checking the level of the needle before inserting it into her neck, and pushing the plunger down. Rey's vision edged with darkness as she swayed on her feet, the effort to keep her eyes open was too much. Her eyes closed and she fell heavily against the man, darkness over taking her mind and her body becoming unresponsive.
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Opening her eyes reminded her the way her eyes felt after a dust storm, her eyes sticker and dry, for a moment she wondered if she'd been dropped back off on a desert planet to waste away. A sob caught in her throat at the thought, despite everything she had done in the beginning to get back home to wait for her family. She knew they were never coming back. If they were even still alive she would never have seen them on that planet again, for all she knew they could of been one of the skeletons stuck inside decaying ships. Rotting inside the machines they harvested. She was bound, laying sideways on the ground, her whole body stiff, her shoulder screaming, her rib reminding her of the fact all of her body weight had come slamming down on it. Pulling at the rope behind her that held her hands together, pain shot through her, her head spinning. Whatever ship they were on, she felt like they were swaying, she filed through all her knowledge of ships that swayed through space travel. But came up empty handed, her head pounding so hard she slipped back into the darkness that crept along her legs.
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The next time she awoke, her hands were still bound behind her, but she was no longer laying across the ground like a sack of potatoes. She was no propped up in a hard chair, the back digging into her arms that were forced behind the chair. Despite the fog in her mind she noticed that where ever she was, and whoever had her wasn't the First Order turning on her and Kylo. The First Order wouldn't use rough rope when they had fancy wrist clamps that had an adjustable bar between them. Whoever had her used a less advanced way of keeping captives. The ship was no longer swaying, she pulled her head up as straight as she could, the only thing she could see around her crusted eyes was a single bright light shining down on her from the ceiling. The room surrounding her full of blackness.
Rey jerked up quickly, her eyes wide as she searched the room for Kylo, she could no longer feel him, the sensation she felt whenever he was near was gone. His presence had buzzed around her like mild electricity, now where there had been a constant, was silence. Her chest squeezed in panic as she swallowed her fear. Blinking heavily to clear her eyes since she was unable to rub them; the room came more into focus, there was a door behind her, the light coming from the crack under it spread out long. Its white light clashing with the yellow light of the light above her. There was only a blank wall, places where the plaster had been blasted away from blaster shots showed an old brick underneath it. It showed age with white and black splotches of what seemed to be old dried out blood.
Noting that wherever they were had little bug activity for the blood to not be smeared from bugs eating the nutrients. Rey didn't know much about planets, but she knew enough to know that a old dry environment, that was even so dry bugs suffered, wasn't a place she wanted to be. It would limit her escape options. Large hot flat desert's made for difficult escapes, not enough cover if caught escaping, not enough things to survive off of after the escape. Her mind quieted when a door down the hall from her opened, the sound of boots crunching on the floor outside of her room told her that there was a long narrow hallway, hers was at the end based off the echoing pattern. When the boots reached her door they stopped, the sound of this sliding as they did an official military style turn pricked at her ears.
The door unlocked, the sound of a heavy lock thunking inside itself as it opened, she tugged on the ropes for just a moment. There was no slack and they cut into her wrists. Sitting up as straight as she could, sure there was blood and dirt all over her skin she'd show no fear. Put on a show that'd make Kylo Ren proud, she'd strike fear into the hearts of whoever held her. Rey set her jaw, and narrowed her eyes, she let her head hang down enough that her eyes were hidden in a shadow casted by the overhanging light.
The door opened with a heavy creak of the hinges, the sound of metal scraping making a shiver go across her body. The heavy boots rounded her, and she could see the military boots with pants tucked into them. A dark brown color she wasn't sure who was associated with it, it wasn't the rebellion orange. If they hadn't gotten their message why would they kidnap her in such a way, thinking she was a traitor they wouldn't of bothered to come get her, if they thought she was kidnapped herself they wouldn't have left her tied to this chair.
Her blood was humming with energy as the figure stood tall in front of her, they cleared their throat and she brought her eyes up to theirs. Her rage beating around the air like a living heart, the pressure on her skin as it caressed her arms. If the figure noticed a change in the air he didn't react to it as her eyes connected with his. A jolt went through her limbs as she looked into them, she borrowed her way through his mind. His childhood on poverty flashed before her eyes, his hunger as he dug through dumpsters. When the First Order came through he was already a teenager, he watched with jealousy as all the other young orphans were swept away with the promise of food and a bed. The street empted and she ripped her way through his mind, all that was left was himself, too young to join what had been the republic's galaxy wide military program. Too old to be secretly taken away by the first order. The memory changed as he stole from the wrong pirate, he had taken his hand and had taken him as a private in his crew. For the first time this man had a family.
His mind had no resistance as she yanked memories from their locations, shoving aside his life story for the location she currently was, for what had happened to Kylo Ren. his mind flashed to a message, a retrieval order, alive, for the traitor to the resistance of the republic. The poster hovered in his mind as she cradled the poster, her likeness with an easy smile, her hair pulled back into several hairstyles on the poster to show her. One with her three buns, one with no buns, one with a braid, whatever style she might have changed her hair to it was listed. The poster was signed and ordered by The General. No name attached to it.
She could feel her mouth go dry as a voice whispered in her mind. They are hunting you like an animal… You must hunt them first…
Her breathing was starting to come out heavily, as the man was still frozen in her gaze, the invisible hands of the force shredding the memory of the poster as if it really sat in her hands. His breathing hitched as she commanded him to untie her, she felt either blood or sweat dripping down the skin on her cheek as she watched him slowly drag his feet to her back. The sound of a knife sawing through the ropes the only sound besides their panting breathing.
When the sawing was done, the knife clattered to the ground, she discarded his mind as she rubbed at the rope burns on her wrists. His body dropping to the ground with a wet sound. No where on the poster had it said she was dangerous. That was their mistake. Rey didn't know what kind of damage she had done to his mind, in the moment she didn't care as she breathed with rage. Pushing up from the chair she stumbled, slamming into the wall in front of her, pushing against it with her good arm. The one she had injured hung limply next to her body, whatever damage it had only made worse from being dumped and dragged around.
Dragging her feet she made her way to the door, still unlocked, she paused a moment just before the door. Should she search him, take the knife he dropped, and steal the keys? Maybe even lock him in here so he can't alert someone? Slowly pulling her body towards where his unconscious body laid, Rey dropped to her knees, pushing her over onto his side so she could look for his keys better. Her breath caught in her throat, his mouth, nose, eyes and ears had blood dripping out of them. Swallowing the bile that rose in the back of her throat she kept searching him, had she done that in her rage?
Her hand wrapping around the keys he carried brought her out of her thoughts, she needed to get out of here, she could mourn the person she had once been afterwards. The key ring was large enough to slip around her thin wrist, leaving her hand free to pick up the knife he had dropped on the floor. Rey swept down, picking up the knife, and pushed the door open when she reached it. It creaked heavily on its hinges, the sound echoing through her bones. Peeking her head around the corner she saw the long narrow hallway she had mapped in her head as he had walked towards the door. The hallway was a packed dirt, and at the far end of the hallway she saw the main door.
The sound of her shuffling feet was the only noise she heard besides the light moaning coming from a cell farther down the hall. She peeked into the window of the door, hoping that maybe Kylo was here with her after all, but all she saw was a broken man she didn't recognize. Continuing on her way to the door, she took a heavy gulp just before shoving it open. The knife in her hand ready to stab anyone who came to grab her, the light from the outside blinding her. Trying to blink away the brightness, her breath caught in her throat as the courtyard came into focus. Faces all staring at her intently as she stood in the doorway, her arm hanging limply on the side as her other wore a bracelet of keys, a knife poised in her hand. Blood dripped down her face from a cut on her forehead, mixing with the sweat of the effort to move down the hallway, the watery drip of thinned blood hitting the courtyards stone floor. The sounding echoing in the silence of everyone staring at her.
"Rey!" a voice gasped out. Her head swung to the location of the sound. Rage flooded through her bones.
(okay so i had to end it there because it was getting too long as it was and i wanted to end it on a cliff hanger. I'd really appreciate a review or something letting me know what you thought of this chapter. I've never written smut before so im insanely embarrassed of myself as it is, so i hope it was acceptable./ haha back in my day we called them lemons./ but no for real, i;ve never written one before and i'm hella awkward. I've been working on this chapter for what feels like forever when it's really been like a week. Thanks every )