Kylo's P.O.V.

Shaking the hands of a few men, I say my goodbyes and leave the room. I'm out the door after 25 minutes and the first thing I see is Anakia giggling at something the card table is discussing. I have three bounties heading to Starkiller base at this very moment. They'll get a debriefing on their mission before hunting down the traitor. I plan for Ani and I to stay here for two days, we'll return to base on the 3rd day. That will be the day they finished rebuilding our room. I however ordered it to be revised into something better for two to live in. That's why it's taking longer than expected for most repairs. Tilting my head slightly from watching Anakia's interaction, I assume her fears about the table died sometime when I disappeared. I'm a few steps away when Anakia spots me approaching her. Watching her light up, she announces to me a little too excitedly.

"Look who decided to come back..."

"I told you I would, Ani." I raise a humored eyebrow at her as I come to her side. Noticing her chips have grown immensely since I've last returned, I blurt out with my hands in my pockets, "Win big?"

"You know it, and turns out I'm a good drunk too." She grins at me while taking her drink from the table and finishing it. I notice it's a different beverage than the other drinks I requested for her, it's a blue color and know instantly this drink has more alcohol than the others. Putting the empty glass back on the table she points to one man explaining, "He's been giving me all the scoop on the wonderful drinks here and I have to say they're better than the ones we had earlier."

"She seems to like them all." The woman chuckles while lighting a smoke, "I bet it runs in the Kenobi gene."

"Hey now!" Anakia laughs her way and now points her finger at her, "I got lots of skills from my Kenobi gene but drinking can't one of them."

"Does that include gambling?" One man teases and Anakia smirks while patting my chest from her seat. "Nope, that all from his family. They taught me so much-"

"Alright, Anakia..." I chuckle awkwardly before grabbing the hand on my chest. Helping her stand up, I nod to the dealer to trade back the chips she had. Once Ani's on her feet, she leans into my chest for balance. Her arms loop around my waist for more support and I send the table a knowing glare before blurting out, "That's for getting her drunk. Really appreciate it."

"Hey," A man smirks before waving his hands around, "You're the one who left her alone."

"Yea. You left me alone for like a whole four hours." I hear Anakia agree with him in a sulking tone. Peering down at her, she's pouting her bottom lip at me with her chin resting on my chest. I have to stop myself from laughing at her and state mockingly, "I left you for two hours at most, Ani."

"Felt like four hours..." She claims before standing up straighter to get a better view of me from below. "Can we dance now?"

"Dance?" I frown slightly, not remembering offering that to her. Glancing behind her, I see the tables' wide grins. Knowing they had something to do with her request, I catch her eyes again, in regret at what I'm about to say. Her lips expose a giddy smile as one of her hands slide from around my waist to the front of my pants. Holding the edge and tugging it encouragingly, Ani gets on her tip toes declaring, "Please, I've been watching people dance all night." She kisses me lightly before lowering herself back to stand on the back of her heels, "You know I only want to dance with you so you just have to."

"Oh, now I have to?" I mock her words with my lips curling upward, and she nods dramatically with her own smile. Taking my hand she turns around tugging me to follow behind her while pointing out, "Please, I know you know how to."

"Alright, one dance." I sigh, not wanting to argue with her at the moment. Walking close behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist to hold her as we reach the space in front of the band. Nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck I purr out, "... But only because I adore you."

"Do you?" Anakia giggles while pulling me closer to her and stating sarcastically, "I didn't notice."

Turning her around in my arms slowly, I watch her slide a hand up to my shoulder and sway to the beat of music the bands playing. Taking her other hand to hold in mine and using the one on her back, I lean her forward. I press her into my body and sway to the music with her. Anakia exposed a rare smile to me, one I've only seen on Yavin 4 before resting her head on my chest. I feel eyes on us, but I don't pull my gaze away from Anakia. She has and will always be what catches my attention. She has me wrapped around her finger, and I don't believe she even knows it. I hear her sigh against my chest, and I feel the need to kiss her forehead. Raising her head, Anakia catches my eyes while murmuring out her thoughts, "Do you remember my first week on Yavin 4?"

"I do..." I answer, curious about why she's bringing it up now, but go along with it. Her hand in mine moves up my arm to rest on my neck, tilting her head, she continues, "You put my father's helmet on his grave and helped me plant flowers over it that week..." I sense her thinking of my words form earlier and repeats them out loud, "Since that day, I've adored you." Wrapping her hands around the back of my neck and admiring me, she informs, "I know you got his armor out of your room after it got destroyed, you're still my Ben I adore." Resting her head back on my chest she whispers like what she's saying next is a secret, "Even if you refuse to show it to anyone anymore."

"I show it to you, Angel. Only you." I confess, holding her tighter than before, and I hear her let out a single soft chuckle, agreeing, "I know. I'm grateful for it."

"Well, do you know when I first adoredyou?" I blurt out, making her head turn up to look at me again. Pecking her lips, I allow the smallest of pleasure from old memories to cross my mind. Letting myself to have these thoughts of our past, I tell her as if I was Ben again, "When I saw you on Chewy's shoulders. The first time I saw you, Chewy had carried you to the Jedi Temple, you looked like an Angel and I knew then..." I watch her bright eyes hanging on every word I'm saying and I shake my head remembering my thoughts from the first sight of her, "I knew that very day, I didn't want to live without you." Rubbing my hand up her back, "I'm not same kid I was when I first saw you... But I believe my affection for you will always be the same... If not more."

Anakia's mouth drops slightly with a smile before pressing them together again and raising her head toward mine. I dip my head down to meet hers and our lips entangle with one another. Hearing myself sigh into her gentle lips, I draw her closer and stop swaying to the music. She hums and opens her mouth, inviting me for more. My tongue swipes her bottom lip before driving it through, her hand gets a better grip on my neck. I sense her loosing her footing because of my tedious actions and I smile against her mouth before pulling away. She lets out a breath while looking, peering up at me; my hands settle on her hips to keep her stable in front of me. Tilting her head, she squeaks out with a glint in her eyes, "Let's play one more round of Sabacc... Together, for old time's sake."

"Okay, one game." I tilt my head in the same direction before teasing, "And that it. We're going to bed after that."

"We'll see."

~Later that night~

"Ani, stop running- Anakia!"

"Oh, please, Kylo. You didn't even let me finish my last drink!"

"There's a reason for that- Come here, stop. I swear-"

"No! I want one more- Kylo!"

"No more, one mores."

I declare as I walk us toward toward the elevator with Anakia on my shoulder. I have an arm wrapped around the back of her knees as she leans over my shoulder. She's squirming against me, trying to get free, but I only close the elevator and press a button for our level with my free hand. I hear her huff behind me, patting my back before finally giving up and relaxing. We played two rounds of Sabacc at a different table than before and had a few more drinks at the bar after. I've been ready to go to our room for hours but Anakia hasn't. She's been on a winning streak and having fun trying all the different color drinks. I know it stems from this being one of the few times to have freedom from everything. Whenever she used to have this kind of freedom on Yavin 4, she'd try to drag it out as long as possible. I let her have it until this very moment because I know it's only the alcohol in her talking.

Reaching the top floor, the elevator opens and I walk out with her still over my shoulder. She weights like nothing and frankly; I don't trust letting her go until we get to the room. She might book it to the elevator, and I'll have to spend the rest of the night searching for her. Walking down the hall to the very end, I see a worker standing in front of double doors waiting for us. He looks as if he's supposed to be security; the people running the building know I don't need one but request one for me as a luxury. Approaching him, he opens the doors for us, nodding. "Welcome. Fun night, Sir?"

I don't answer but I hear Anakia answer for the both of us from behind me, "It was before he got bossy."

"That's a shame, ma'm." He smiles at her as if he's seen this scene a million times on the job. Passing the threshold, he closes the doors shut while saying, "You two have a good night."

Once I hear the doors clamp down shut, I slide Anakia off my shoulder to stand on her own two feet. She shoves my chest lightly before turning around to scan our room for the next two days. We're in a large livingroom that comes with a bar and kitchen at the sides. There're couches by the round window walls with a low table in front of them. The floors are marble white and the ceiling is in the shape of a sphere with gold designs. In the center of the ceiling is a large chandelier, the furniture is all a dark rich brown color. Off to the side is a large doorway with no doors; it has a round arch and I know it to be the way to the bedroom. Glancing to Anakia, I find her slowly walking around, looking up at the ceiling, amazed. I watch her in amusement for a second before heading toward the bedroom. I hear her heels following behind me before a shuffling sound. After a moment, I hear her bare feet on the floor coming toward me as I walk into the bedroom.

There's one wall that's all windows showing off the patio and skyline. Our bed is up against another wall that's the same gold as the ceiling. They made the king-size bed with a deep red comforter. I notice my helmet on a glass desk making me glance around for the rest of our things I packed for us. Heading through a smaller round arch doorway, I believe to be the bathroom and closet where they much put our clothes from my bags in. I stroll through the enormous bathroom before reaching the closet and seeing every piece of clothing I brought on hangers. Changing into shorts from inside the closet, I grab Anakia's nightgown for the night. It's a short dark purple nightgown with slips on either sides and the straps are thicker than usual. The sight of short length the nightgown in makes me smirking appreciating the woman who makes Anakia's clothes, she knows just what I want her to look for me.

Wandering out of the closet and bathroom, I stop my tracks at the threshold from the next sight I see. Anakia's wearing my helmet, she's sitting on the edge of the bed with her head tilted to the side. I stand there slightly dumbfounded and I hear her laugh in a dark robotic tone. Shaking my head with my lips forming into a smirk, I slowly stride toward her with her sleepwear in one hand. When I stand in front of her, I drop her dress beside her on the bed and demand lightheartedly, "You're adorable but it's time to take it off."

"You're no fun anymore." She speaks up in the robotic tone and it seems more serious than teasing from the voice. Staring at her, sighing, I grab Anakia's dainty hands to pull her up. Her hands look pathetic next to mine, as if she has childlike ones. Helping her off the bed, I respond while taking my helmet off of her, "That's because I want to go to bed. It's late, I'm tired, Angel."

She helps me take it off only to show a pitiful expression behind the mask from me, ruining her fun. Setting it on the bed Ani then turns around so her back's facing me. Swaying drunkenly, she then pulls her hair over her shoulder. Glancing back at me with a new mischief pair of eyes, she speaks up again, but this time in her delicate, lofty tone, "Well, at least unzip me before you go to bed from exhaustion, Mr. Ren."

"Hm, Mr. Ren, huh?" I taunt her but do as she requests. I unzip it all the way down before letting go. To my surprise, she lets it drop to the ground, leaving her bare, and turns around to face me. A smirk grows onto her face from my eyes, not helping themselves. She's standing utterly naked in front of me with no self-consciousness as the last times. I've never requested them to make her undergarments for a reason and I'm finally attaining the effect of it. My mouth goes dry from the soft swell of her breasts and remembers the night I got to have them at my disposal. Trailing my eyes down the curves of her waist, I notice she takes a step closer to me and my eyes shoot up to her face. Her lips hold the same sly smirk as her hand skims up my bare chest. It's only then I release I'm holding restraint to touch her out of habit. Her other hand touches the top of my shorts while leaning her intoxicated self toward me, she whispers in a underlining tone, "Everyone here knows you as Mr. Ren... Maybe, I'll start calling you that, Mr. Ren."

"Anakia." I blurt out chuckling in a weak note while grabbing her wrist that's near the bridge of my pants, "You're playing a very dangerous game..." Using my free hand I grab her nightgown I suggest before she regrets it, "Here-"

"You know what, Mr. Ren?" Ani murmurs in a low, innocent fashion, making me gulp. "I don't think I want to wear anything to bed tonight." Getting on her tiptoes and pulling her wrist out of my grasp, she leans forward more and holds my shoulders to stop swaying. She raises her head and kisses me gently before nipping at my lips playfully. I hold back a groan and sense myself lean closer to give her further access as she purrs against my lips, "I know you prefer me that way, Mr. Ren..." Pressing herself on me then she adds with more eagerness than before, "I even suspect you'd prefer me this way all the time... Exposed for you." Smiling as if she's reading my mind with the force, she kisses down from my chin to neck with a hand dancing back down to my shorts again. Tugging at the helm, more suggestively this time, she teases, while looking up at me with glassy eyes. "I could do that, you know... Mr. Ren. Wait for you in your room, entirely naked until you return. I could even perch over your bed, looking out the window the way you like-"

Gripping her jaw aggressively, not being able to contain it, I attack her lips and lead her back. I feel anger yet desire knowing she's realized my preferences for her in that way. She's must have worked her way into my thoughts one day and saw my imagination of her in that light. I've never seen this side of Anakia before and I know it's only from the contents of all the drinks she's had, but I'll appreciate her like this while I can. This is exactly the way I crave her to be with me; down to the new mocking pet name. She notices it too, which makes me all the more provoke by her. Yet the back of my mind keeps wanting to remind me this isn't her completely. This is a freshly intoxicated Anakia with her buried desires of me rising to the surface.

"Hm... I suppose you're not that tired." Ani's murmurs when her the back legs brush the bed. She tears her lips apart from mine and hints in sheer lust with hasty eyes, "Do you still want me to wear my nightgown, Mr. Ren?"

Without answering her, I lock my lips with hers again and pry them open. I grab the back of her thighs to hoist her up from the ground before lowering her onto the bed below me. Spreading her legs broader, I lean down against her, feeling myself lose my control. Our tongue taste one another freely and I hike a leg of hers up further to press my pelvis better into hers. I hear her gasp from the growing pleasant tension before wrapping her other leg around my waist. Feeling her hands slide into my hair, I wrap my hand around her neck and use the force to lift her hands over her head. I keep them apart against the bed without lifting a finger as I continue to devour her. Rocking my hips into hers, she moans slightly and lifts her head to have some sort of control. I keep her neck on the comforter persistently so she won't lift herself up any further. Feeling her rub her core on my bulge in my shorts, I tug my lips away from her, groaning. I lower my head to her breasts to enjoy instead of focusing on what I'm conflicted to do next to her. I sense her trying to move her hands that I'm keeping restrained by force.

Licking and nipping at both of her nipples teasingly for a moment. I move my hand on her thigh to her hip to hold her down from rolling her hips into mine again. Teasing her nipple between my teeth, she wines louder than I've heard her before. She's completely stuck in the position I have her in and cannot do anything for her desire but take what I give her. Kissing down her chest, I feel her legs squirm around my waist. When I reach her stomach, I force myself to stop moving and try to think clearly, but her legs only encourage me to continue. I lift my lips from her skin enough to where only my nose brushes her skin. My hands clamp around her neck and hip, knowing what I must do next, I sense myself going against everything I want. Abruptly, trying not to think of my own needs, I sit up and let go of her.

I keep my force restraints on her wrists and allow her legs to stay around my hips. Staring down at her in my sitting position, I find her wanting me with a flustered expression. I see an ounce of confusion in her eyes as I just sit there, watching her. I run my hands up and down her thighs, cherishing her in this condition. Noticing she's trying to free herself from my hold with the force, I finally do what I've been conflicted to do. I grab her nightgown and lean above her again to put her arms around the straps of the nightgown. It's rather easy since she can't move her wrists away from me. Glancing at her eyes, she gawking at me in pure shock, and her frustration grows rapidly as I put the dress over her head. Once her head is through the hole, I tug the dress to cover her body. When I'm satisfied with what I've done, I let the force go from her wrists and mumble in my irritation, "We'll continue this another night, Angel."

"Why?" She blurts out hurt and sits up to grab my shoulders. "Kylo, I want you now-"

"-And I want to have you sober, Anakia." I state suddenly, feeling drained from all the control I made myself have with her. Her face's covered in rejection and misery from what I've done. I feel her try to tug me closer to her again and I grab her jaw, declaring impatiently for her to understand, "I don't want the influence of drinks to help you conclude you want me, I want you genuinely. I won't have you any other way, I won't have you wake up regretting it."

"I won't regret it in the morning, Kylo." Anakia whines, causing me to sigh in defeat. Pecking her lips, I suggest as if I'm done with furthering this topic, "Then tell me you want me in the morning and I'll finish what we started tonight..." Watching her mind think over my words I pull away from her to get under the comforter asking modestly, "Sound fair, Angel?"

"Not really..." She utters, still astonish on my change of actions but follows me under the covers. Curling into my side under the covers, Anakia asks a single question that ensures my allegation of her being intoxicated. "What if you don't want me in the morning though?"

"Ani," I chuckle darkly to myself while turning off the lights and closing my eyes, "I can assure you I that will never not want you."

"But just now you didn't want me-"

"Goodnight, Anakia."