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Taylor found Finn still helping the others clean up from the celebration and had gotten some leftovers from him, telling him she was still hungry, causing the man to joke that she must have a second stomach, for her to eat so much, yet still be so slender.
Taylor gave Finn a kiss on the cheek, then headed back to her room with the food, as well as a container of fresh drinking water.
Kylo Ren looked up from where he was lying sideways on Taylor's bed, propped up on one elbow, gazing at Han's jacket on its end, as she returned.
"I brought you some food," she said, after closing and locking the door behind herself, and sending BB-8, who was by the foot of the bed, a soft smile.
"I'm not hungry," replied Kylo Ren.
"You need to eat," Taylor said, placing the tray onto the bed by him.
Kylo Ren looked up at her at this, meeting her gaze, before he pushed himself up into a sitting position, and reached for the food and water, watching her as she moved over to where his black clothing littered the floor, and began picking up the various items, pausing when she came upon his cloak with the burn holes in it, which she absently ran her fingers over.
Taylor knew the clothing had nothing to do with him being Kylo Ren, plus the items were armored, and he'd need that going forward, so she would repair them, but, for now, they needed to be out of sight. She walked over to her armoire, and used one of her booted feet to pull open an empty drawer, which she put the clothing into, before pushing it shut.
Inhaling a deep breath, Taylor walked back over to the bed, and sat down on its edge, where she began to pull off her boots. While she did so, she noticed Kylo Ren's lightsaber still on her dresser, and rose to her feet, walking over to it.
Kylo Ren's heart skipping a beat as he realized what she was doing, but he remained silent, and watched her grasp the weapon, then lift it up, turning to face him as she did so.
"Why is it so heavy?" asked Taylor.
"Because of how it's made," Kylo Ren replied, nodding his lush raven head at the lightsaber. "The Kyber crystal is cracked, to allow for the side blades. It creates a disturbance in the Force, which pulls the beam in every direction possible. It makes it very difficult to wield."
Taylor looked back at the weapon in her hand, having shifted her blue-green, gold flecked orbs onto Kylo Ren while he spoke.
"It's both a masterpiece and an abomination," she said, soon looking over at Kylo Ren once more, the lightsaber was like him.
"Yes," he responded, understanding as well.
Taylor returned her gaze to the weapon, and walked over to her armoire with it, opening the drawer where she'd placed Kylo Ren's clothing, and dropping the lightsaber in with them, before closing it once more. She then walked back over to her dresser and picked up her Father's weapon, gazing at it for a moment, before turning, moving over to the bed, then offering it to Kylo Ren.
"Here," she said. "Hold it."
Kylo Ren stared up at her in shock at her actions, offering him Luke Skywalker's lightsaber, and flicked his gaze from her to it, then back again.
"You're a Skywalker, same as I," said Taylor, before holding it out further to him. "Take it."
Slowly, Kylo Ren reached out, and wrapped his long fingers around the base of the weapon, his heart skipping a beat when Taylor released her hold on it, but what happened when he found the lightsaber in only his grasp wasn't what he expected.
It felt the way a Jedi holding a lightsaber should feel. Good, right, weightless. Not wrong, heavy, and nearly impossible to manage.
Taylor smiled softly, as she watched Kylo Ren hold Luke's lightsaber. Reaching out, she ran one of her slender hands through his thick lush curly raven locks. "This is the kind of weapon you were born to wield." She nodded her head down at the lightsaber, then did the same over to her wardrobe. "Not that."
A soft smile touched at the corners of Kylo Ren's lips, and he flicked a last look down at the weapon, before holding it back out to Taylor.
"Here," he said. "Take it." He gently shook his head, as he looked up into her beautiful blue-green, gold flecked eyes. "I'm not ready yet."
Taylor nodded in understanding, taking it, then reaching over to place the lightsaber on one of the small tables by her bed.
Once Kylo Ren had finished eating, Taylor gave BB-8 the empty tray to take back, then walked over to her armoire, after closing and locking the door behind her droid.
"You should get some sleep," she said, flicking a glance over at where he still sat on her bed. "I've got some extra blankets. It gets pretty cold here at night. And, before you know it, it'll be morning, and you'll have to face the entire Base."
Taylor was so busy with her task, leaning up on her toes to get the blankets from the top of her wardrobe, that she didn't hear Kylo Ren get up off of her bed, then walk over to stand behind her, where he lifted his large hands to her small waist.
She ceased her actions, at the feeling of his touch on her hips, and settled back down onto her booted feet, where he leaned in, burying his nose into her silky dark tresses, inhaling a deep breath of her beloved, incredibly missed scent.
Taylor closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy him so close, his hands on her body, and she soon lifted her own delicate limbs to lay overtop his on her hips.
"I've missed you so much," Kylo Ren breathed into her hair.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, her hands still atop his, and held her back against his tall lean muscled body, moving his head to rest a smooth pale cheek on one side of her own dark silky one, as she laid it back onto his shoulder.
Taylor looked up into his handsome face, lifting one of her slender hands from his much larger limbs at her waist, and cupped a side of it, gently stroking the smooth pale skin there, while they gazed into each other's eyes, before Kylo Ren closed the distance between them, and leaned down to capture her lush pink lips with his own in a kiss, their first in years, their first as adults, their first after everything that has happened.
She gasped softly against his mouth, at all of the emotions that hit her at this first intimate contact between them after so long and so much, and he took advantage of the moment, deepening the kiss as she parted her lips to emit the sound, not that it wasn't affecting him in much the same way, his heartbeat had picked up so much, the noise was nearly deafening in his ears.
Kylo Ren flattened one hand over Taylor's stomach, the large limb resting just beneath her soft chest, while she moved hers up into his hair, cradling the back of his head, as she enjoyed the feeling of his velvet soft, lush, curly raven tresses against her bare silky skin.
She wanted to turn in his arms, to face him, to have better access to every part of him, but his hold on her prevented her from doing so, and, truthfully, she didn't mind him having control over this situation, she was rather enjoying it, plus she knew he had a lot vent up, and if she was his outlet for letting off stream, she was fine with it. She could handle him, and she knew no one else could.
Groaning softly into her mouth, Kylo Ren could feel himself losing control. Taylor was just so intoxicating, so beautiful, so perfect, and she was everything to him. He urged her forward and she found herself nearly pressed flush against the armoire, only stopping it from happening by placing a slender hand flat against the item of furniture, then bracing herself on it.
Tearing his lips off of hers, Kylo Ren trailed them down along the line of her slender neck, soon reaching her shoulder, which he lifted a large hand to, pulling the strap of her tank top and black bra down off of, allowing him more silky sun kissed skin to lavish with his hot mouth.
Taylor moaned, tilting her head in an attempt to bare even more of her delectable flesh to his hungry mouth, once more wishing he would let her turn to face him, so she could reciprocate the incredible wave of pleasure he was giving her, but she also knew he was getting just as much out of this as she was, just by having her in his grasp, listening to the sounds she made in response to his touch.
Kylo Ren began to slide his free hand down, the other still at Taylor's waist, with her own unoccupied limb remaining resting overtop it, while her second hand braced herself on the armor, and it soon reached the top of her pants. He dragged his lips back up to just below her ear, and suckled on her pulse point, while his large limb slipped into the front of her slacks, then past her black panties.
Taylor's heart skipped a beat, and she gently gasped again, while Kylo Ren groaned softly once more, as his long fingers massaged her, then slipped inside of her, stroking her there.
And just as the two were beginning to truly loose themselves in the moment, in each other, it and they were interrupted, as someone pressed the 'Call' button on the key pad outside of Taylor's door in the hallway.
"Taylor?" came Rey's voice.
Kylo Ren disappeared into the bathroom, while Taylor did her best to erase the physical proof of what he'd been doing to her, covering her neck with her hair, and pulling the straps of her tank top and bra back up onto her shoulder, then making sure her pants were good, before she unlocked the door, and stepped out into the hallway, sending her friend a soft smile.
"Rey," she said, before gazing questioningly at her. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"No," Rey responded, her dark brow furrowing, as she looked at her friend. "Taylor, you're flushed." She lifted one of her hands and touched her cheek with the backs of her fingers. "Were you asleep? I'm so sorry if I woke you."
"No, I wasn't," said Taylor, with a fresh smile. "I, uh. . . I was working on BB-8."
With the worst timing possible, her droid returned from taking the tray back to the others, beeping curiously at the sight of his Mistress out in the hall with Rey, just speaking of him, and she flicked a confused glance from BB-8 to Taylor.
"Uh, okay," Rey responded.
Taylor sent BB-8 a look and directed him back into her room, before lifting her gaze back to Rey, as her droid rolled back inside his Mistress' quarters.
"So, everything's all right?" she asked.
"Yes," Rey responded, getting back on topic. "I just done talking with your Father and I just wanted to thank you."
"For what?" Taylor inquired, with a dark brow, her skin was still tingling delightfully from Kylo Ren's touch.
"For everything," Rey went on, smiling again. "I know you think you brought this horrible thing onto my life, with everything that's happened since we met on Jakku, but, truth be told, I wouldn't trade meeting you for anything. I'm not alone anymore. I have you and Finn. I have your Father. And everyone else here." She reached out and grasped one of Taylor's slender hands. "And now I know why I felt connected to you when we first met. And I'm home."
Taylor smiled softly at Rey's words, her friend soon stepping forward, and pulling her into a hug.
"Thank you," Rey said.
Taylor embraced Rey tightly, her heart soaring with happiness, but also tugging in pain, as she thought about the huge secret she was keeping from the girl who was like a sister to her.
Rey pulled back after a moment and sent Taylor a last smile. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay," responded Taylor. "Goodnight, Rey."
"Goodnight," she said, before turning, and heading off to the room that had been given to her.
Sucking in a deep breath, Taylor went back into her room, locking the door behind her, and sending BB-8 a look, as she entered.
"Nice timing, little one," she said, and her droid beeped in question.
Taylor reached out and patted BB-8 on the head, smiling softly, before she looked up to see Kylo Ren standing by her bed.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For what?" Taylor asked, her dark brow furrowing in question.
"For what happened," Kylo Ren responded, nodding his lush raven head over at her armoire. "I can never loose control with you."
Taylor was going to comment that if that was him loosing control, he should do it more often, preferably somewhere they can't be interrupted, but she knew that wouldn't be a good thing for her to say to him, so she merely walked over to him.
Kylo Ren reached out for her slender hands as she got closer, spotting the bruises still on her arm from their encounter in the forest on Maz Kanata's planet.
"Hey," Taylor said, drawing his gaze from her arm to her own blue-green, gold flecked orbs. "You didn't hurt me tonight."
"But I have hurt you before," he responded, indicating her arm. "And not just physically."
Taylor pulled her hands free of his and lifted them to cup either side of his handsome face, a touch he immediately leaned into, as his much larger limbs moved to grasp her wrists.
"Ben, I meant what I said, every time I told you I'd help you, do whatever you needed me to do, when I'd be begging you to come back to me, to us, to the Light," she said. "I love you. And we're together again now. That's all that matters."
Kylo Ren looked on the verge of tears, as he gazed into her eyes with his own. He knew she was right. They could face whatever the Galaxy threw at them, so long as they were together, and he knew the blowback of him leaving the First Order was coming. He'd be lucky if he had time to breathe after facing the Resistance tomorrow, before the storm from Snoke hit. But if he had Taylor, he had everything.
"I love you," he said, and Taylor smiled softly, before leaning up on her toes to kiss him, soon wrapping her arms around his neck, as he returned the action, snaking a lean muscled limb around her waist, and using the hold to effortlessly lift her up off of her feet, then hold her there.
They shared a few kisses, before Taylor moved her beautiful face to rest on his shoulder, and Kylo Ren raised his other arm to join the first in holding her, and the two merely held one another in her room.
Author's Note - Next chapter, we move onto the next morning, and everyone finding out about Kylo Ren being there! I hope you guys enjoyed the bit of lovin' between he and Taylor. That stuff is SO difficult to write, without it coming off as sounding like the script to a graphic porno, and I'm a bit rusting at writing love scenes, so bare with me!