A/N: Mature scenes to follow that include explicit sexual content. Please be aware if you choose to proceed.

Tags: Low Intensity, Fluff, Lovemaking, Aftercare


"When do I get to see him?" You asked Vicrul as he escorted you through the corridors of The Finalizer.

"He is meeting with Hux about your rescue now," he explained. He sounded reserved as if he was holding back information from you.

Your heart ached inside your sore ribcage as you thought about Kylo. There was a point within the past few days you truly believed you would never see him again.

"Where are you taking me?" You continued to press him for answers.

Vicrul sighed. "I'm taking you back to his quarters until he returns—"

"Is he mad at me?" Your eyes begged for him to be honest with you as you gaze up at him.

Vicrul's face crumpled just as it had when he found you amidst the sand and shrapnel. Instead of answering you, he continued to lead you through the hallways in silence.

You thought you could handle yourself just fine on your own. Countless hours of training and preparation all for a mission by yourself that you so desperately begged and pleaded for. After receiving your first solo assignment for the First Order, you thought this was your chance to stand on your own two feet and prove yourself. But now, you realized how naive you were.

Kylo tried to talk you out of it, did everything he could to prevent the mission from happening. But General Hux was explicit in assigning you to the task, and you were eager for a chance to show the stubborn Supreme Leader how capable you were.

Capable. Sure, you were fully capable as you loaded into your TIE fighter in preparation for your three-day mission to pick up a secured objective on Tattooine. You were even capable as you departed for your assigned target with only a few days worth of supplies because you would be back on board before you even needed to refuel.

But you weren't prepared for the squadron of Resistance fighters who jumped out of lightspeed directly in your path. You hadn't anticipated that they would drive you off course in defensive maneuvers, dodging their blasts until they landed a hit and destroyed your tracking beacon and navigation systems. And you certainly hadn't foreseen crash landing in the middle of the desert with no way of contacting your commanders or Kylo.

Without a town in sight amongst the dunes, you hunkered down in your heap of debris and awaited rescue. Surely they heard your transmission shortly before the surprise attack and promptly sent a rescue team out to get you, right?

Surely, Kylo would come to get you, right?

But as the long, hot days drug on, your faith in him began to diminish. After the fifth day, you ran out of food. After the sixth, you drained your water supply. On the seventh, you began to contemplate what death would feel like until the Night Buzzard's shadow covered you in the sweet, cool shade.

Weak and sunburnt, Vicrul nursed you throughout the trip back to the Finalizer. And while you were appreciative that he saved your life, you couldn't help but wonder why Kylo hadn't come to find you himself. You couldn't hide the disappointment that rose in your chest.

"Wait for him here," Vicrul instructed once you reached Kylo's quarters.

With a polite nod, he left and you were alone once again with defeat and dread. How many times had he tried to talk you out of the mission, telling you it could be dangerous? But you insisted you would be perfectly safe, perfectly capable of handling yourself without him.

Perhaps not as much as you thought you were.

You were almost brought to tears as you entered the chambers, relieved to see a sink and a fridge again. The cool air clashed with the burnt skin on your forehead and cheeks as you thought about how trivial air conditioning had once been. As your eyes grazed the bed, your bones seemed to sigh in relief. Sand did not prove to be good at supporting your back while sleeping.

Just as you had settled back into the familiar environment you thought you would only see again in your dreams, the automatic doors behind you opened with a metallic hiss, announcing his arrival. Your heart lept in your chest, nearly exploding through your throat. Would he remind you how many times he told you not to go, how many arguments you had over the mission, how the night before he pleaded with you to stay?

You slowly turned on your heels to face him, eyes low to the ground in shame. It wasn't until he stepped closer, his boots thudding against the polished floor that you brought them up to meet his gaze. His jaw was tense, you could practically see his muscles tensing in the corners of his face. Kylo's intense, brown eyes bore a hole through your soul, crushing you like the pieces of rubble you survived in for days. The two of you stood in silence, waiting for the other to say something. Feeling the guilt and regret over your failed mission, you felt responsible.

"I—"

But you didn't get the chance. Before you could apologize he had brought his hand up to your face and brought you close, capturing your lips with his. The familiar scent of leather wafted over you, instantly calming your anxious body as you leaned into his kiss. He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pressed your body tight against his firm figure. Your hands reached out to feel him as if you didn't believe he was there. Was this real? Were you hallucinating again?

"Shh," he finally whispered against your lips before his tongue drove against yours. There was something frantic about the way he kissed you. Something about it that practically seized the air from your lungs as his lips danced against yours. The way his arms held you so tightly you thought for a moment he was the only thing keeping you on your feet.

"Don't talk," he murmured quickly as a grin lit up the corner of his mouth. He kissed along your jaw in the same hurried pace. "Just let me touch you."

His lips swiftly inched their way down your neck as he licked, sucked, and nipped at your skin. For a brief moment, you remembered wondering what creature in the desert would feed off your carcass once you died. But for this hulking creature, you willingly yielded access to your throat, hoping he would eat you up.

Kylo's arms wrapped around your midsection as he attacked your collarbone, planting firm kisses at the base of your throat. His hands clawed at your back and held you firmly in place as he ravaged your skin. Your eyelids fluttered as your head rolled back, a heavy, rich sigh emerging from your lungs.

"I need more of you," he growled into your ear causing goosebumps to coat your skin. In haste, he ripped at your shirt, pulling it from your waistband and tugging it over your head. The cool air tickled your bare torso, so unlike the blazing sun that tortured you.

With a brisk motion of his arms, he pulled his tunic over his head and discarded it in a heap. As he pulled you in for another deep kiss, gliding his tongue across your lower lip, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his. His chest was so warm and soft under your fingers, so different than the hot, coarse sand that scratched your skin for the past week.

With a gasp, you felt your feet leave the floor as Kylo lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the edge of the bed. Your fingers combed through his lustrous hair as your tongues raged against each other. He set you down on the edge and knelt between your legs so that he was at eye-level with your breasts.

"Oh, baby," he sighed, taking them in his hands. Kylo bit the top of one of them, producing a moan from your lips.

He clutched them for a moment before prying one out from its confinement, taking your nipple into his mouth and swirling it around with his tongue. The pleasure pulsated between your legs as he sucked and nipped at your tender skin. Finally, he became impatient and tore at your back until the fabric fell limp on your chest. In a fell swoop, he blithely threw it onto the ground and took both breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading them together as he orally attacked them.

"Kylo," you breathed, arching your back into his hands. He took your other nipple in his mouth and tugged on it with his teeth, the warmth between your legs growing with every bite. The feeling of being in his arms again felt so foreign yet so addicting. Like a craving that you couldn't control any longer, you needed more of him.

He ignored your plea and shifted his mouth to your other breast again. His hot breath parodied the heat spreading under your panties. "You have no idea," he whispered, looking up from between your tender breasts. "How much I missed you."

His voice was as soothing as the first drink of water that slid down your parched throat. Everything from the way his hands caressed you, to how his lips devoured every inch of you fueled the eagerness that grew in your belly.

Just as you comprehended what he had said, he firmly pushed you back onto the bed and rapidly kissed down your tummy until he reached your waistline. Your body began to squirm as he traced his hands down your legs, tearing your boots off until they thudded to the ground.

Kylo then hooked his fingers over your waistband before hastily and furiously yanking them down your thighs. Once they were removed, he glided his hands between the insides of your legs, spreading you wide.

"Mm," he sighed, kissing the side of your knee. "Let me look at you," he gasped, his breath tickling your skin. You could feel your pulse thudding underneath your panties, begging, pleading for him to finally touch you exactly where you wanted.

"Please," you whined, your hips squirming underneath his arms.

He nipped your thigh, squeezing a bit of your flesh between his teeth. It was so tantalizingly close to your center that you squealed and pulled your knees to your chest. He seized the opportunity to pin your legs against your stomach, giving him access to the soaked material that lay between him and his ultimate destination.

"Oh, Gods," he whispered, dragging a finger along the outer hem of your panties. You muffled a whimper and squeezed your thighs as your toes curled, his finger just inches from your throbbing slit. "Looks like someone's missed me too," he brought the finger up to his lips and licked it, sighing deeply as he savored the flavor.

"I've almost forgotten how good you taste," Kylo groaned and leaned down to kiss the top of your panties.

Another whimper forced its way out of your lips, louder this time. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your clit, pulsating in gruesome anticipation. You tried, in vain, to arch your hips into his face only to be met with a firm arm securing your thighs in place.

You heard him chuckle and felt his breath tease your hot, aching center. Before you could object again, he inserted his hand between your knees and pried your legs apart. In a swift motion, your panties slid down to your ankles before disappearing onto the ground. His hands spread your thighs once more, so close to finally satisfying you and you couldn't contain yourself much longer.

"Please, Kylo," you cried, your hands tangling in your hair just to distract from the aching pulse between your legs.

Fulfilling your wish, you felt his finger slide between your folds and press against your hard, pulsing clit. Your jaw slackened as your head fell back, everything you had been waiting for finally coming to fruition. He started slow, delicately circling your tender button in a steady rhythm. It felt even better than the first time he had slipped his hand into your pants.

A wide smile grew across his lips as you moaned, writhing under his touch. Using his other hand he peeled your lips apart and peered at your gaping, wet slit with captivated eyes. He carefully pulled the hood back from your clit, playfully teasing you, and glided his finger down to swirl in your juices.

It was pure bliss. Every touch, prod, and circling motion of his fingers made ripples of pleasure drive through your body. You found it hard to remember how to breathe as you grasped onto your thighs to keep them open.

"You smell so good," he muttered before placing a hard kiss on your clit. Your legs quivered as his lips wrapped around it, sucking and swirling the tip of his tongue across it. Your breath shuddered as you bucked your hips into his face, groaning in pleasure as he licked you.

Kylo's finger circled the edges of your slit, swirling the juices around, barely prodding inside before pulling out again. Combined with his lips seizing your clit, you didn't stand a damn chance.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, the pleasure rocking through your body as you struggled to breathe.

"Not yet, baby," he warned and swiftly pulled away from you to hover above and kiss you, his lips tasting of your sweet juices as you licked them. "I need to have you," he uttered profoundly before stepping back to unzip his leather pants.

His cock sprang out of its bondage, hard and throbbing as he grasped it at the base. You realized you were holding your breath as you watched him stroke it a few times and reminded yourself to exhale as he knelt between your legs once more. He pried your lips apart and locked eyes with you before leaning closer to your slit and spitting into it.

Once satisfied, he stood at the foot of the bed and positioned himself between your legs. Kylo swirled the tip of his cock around your entrance before pushing it inside of you, a loud, mutual moan echoing from the two of you.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned and drove his hips forward until they met your pelvis, firmly forcing his daunting length inside of you. Your pussy clenched tightly around him as it accommodated his size, loud whimpers and gasps forcing their way through your lips. "Shh, I know," he reassured as he settled inside of you, stroking his hand on your thigh. It wasn't long before he began to steadily thrust in and out of you, back and forth as your groans turned into moans of pleasure.

"Oh- Gods— Kylo," you gasped and arched your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Come here," he grunted and wrapped his arms underneath you. He hoisted you from the mattress and into his lap as he turned around and sat on the edge, situating you in his lap. "Look at me," he instructed as you settled onto your knees on either side of him. He took your face in his hand and brought your lips together, securing you in a deep kiss as you guided your hips onto his cock.

Within the entanglement, you both moaned as you wrapped your arms around each other. You steadily rose and fell onto his cock as your bodies moved together. His lips couldn't get enough of you, stealing your breath from your lungs as you rode him.

"Fuck," you moaned, your head falling back while your breasts bounced with every thrust. "It feels so good."

"That's right, baby," he groaned, his hands squeezing your hips. "Gods, you're so beautiful."

With every motion, every push against his hips you inched closer and closer to reaching the overwhelming sensation that grew in your belly. The way his hands gripped your ass, his lips devoured your throat, his cock that steadily slammed so deep into you, you thought he might split you in two. All of your senses fueled the climax that arose, the tingling deep inside that made your walls begin to clench around him.

"I- Kylo—" You groaned as you began to tense. You ran your fingers up into his hair, squeezing as he began to steadily pull you down onto his cock.

"I know, baby," he grunted into your ear. "I can feel you—" he panted, straining to keep his own orgasm at bay. "Gods— Cum for me, baby," Kylo instructed, lifting his hips off the bed to meet your pelvis as he pulled you down, over and over again.

As if his words alone tipped the scale, your orgasm flooded your body with a tidal wave of pleasure, quivers, and moans. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you held onto him to keep your body upright, while your pussy trembled and contracted with every ripple of climax.

Kylo grunted and groaned as your walls clenched around him until he too, moaned and gasped for air as his orgasm pulsated through his body. You felt his hot streams fill your pussy as you settled into his lap, face nestled in the crook of his neck.

Panting, he fell back onto the bed with you on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around you. As the high began to fade away, you solemnly looked down at him, your heart heavy in your chest.

"Kylo, I—"

"Don't," he cut you off, his deep brown eyes staring at you intensely. "I thought I would never see you again," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I don't want your first words I hear to be an apology."

You hesitated for a moment before resting your cheek on his chest. You listened carefully to the heartbeat that thudded underneath, how you had heard a similar thudding in your ears as you waited for death.

"I thought I could do it," you muttered, disappointment filling your lungs.

"What do you mean?" he asked, concerned.

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks as you carefully dismounted him and settled in the crook of his shoulder. "I thought I was ready. I thought I was capable of completing a mission by myself. But I was wrong," you uttered, the words tasting like vinegar on your tongue. You almost felt the sting of tears on your eyelids before Kylo reached down to tilt your chin up to him.

"Listen to me," he insisted. "I was wrong. You were more than ready, more than capable of completing a solo mission."

"But I failed you," you replied.

Kylo sighed softly, wrapping his arm tightly around your back to pull you close. He leaned down to kiss your tender, sunburnt forehead and muttered, "As long as you come home to me, you will never fail me."