KYLO POV

His alarm sounded at its usual time and Kylo groaned as he slammed his palm against the wall panel to silence it.

He must have only slept for a couple of hours overnight, he'd stayed sat up in his armchair for an age, just thinking.

About her, of course.

He sat upright and rested his elbows on his lap as he ran his fingers through his hair.

He'd initiated it, all of it.

The midnight ramble around the ship, the training spectacle, allowing her to practice with his most prized possession... their kiss.

His eyesight grew hazy as he relived the scene inside his head, and remembered the soft friction of her lips upon his. He flexed his fingers lightly, recalling the softness of the skin around her neck and her hair brushing his hand. He shivered slightly at the memory of how warm she felt, pressed firmly against him.

He was pulled from thought as the sound of his door chimed and the intercom beeped.

"Sir, your breakfast is ready"

He didn't even bother to dress as he made his way to the door, just wrapping a discarded towel around his midsection and rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

His familiar scowl plastered in place, he opened the doors to find a young officer in place, holding his usual tray in hand.

Kylo tried desperately to prevent a smug smile from finding its way to his lips. Oh how he loved witnessing the faces of his disgruntled officers as they served him like the kitchen staff would, he always enjoyed making a list of any officers that had displeased him over the recent days and having their seniors assign them to his service for a while, reminding them of their place.

Without words, Kylo swiped the tray from her hands and stepped back, letting the doors shut quickly on her, and placed the tray on one of his work surfaces. He would attend to it once he was showered and decent.

Having cleaned himself, dressed in his usual uniform and devoured his meal, he made his way to her rooms, ensuring his menacing presence was observed along the short journey, with soldiers and personnel rushing to get out of his way.

Pressing the bell on the panel beside her doors, he waited for her to answer. After a minute or so of silence, he pushed it again.

Nothing.

Hesitating only momentarily, wondering if he should invade her privacy, and then remembering who he was and justifying that she probably wouldn't mind, given his concern, he allowed himself entry.

Finding the living space in complete darkness he made his way to her bedroom and quickly turned his back as soon as he had entered.

There she was, sound asleep, on top of the covers. Completely naked and bare to the world.

He didn't know what to do, part of him wanted to leave immediately and the rest wanted to turn around and just admire her. He could feel his heart pounding inside his rib cage, he couldn't get the brief image of her out of his mind, she was stunning, breathtaking, perfect...

Eventually he decided on a plan, leaning himself awkwardly against the door frame he cleared his throat loudly and heard a gasp behind him. She was definitely awake.

After the quick rustling of fabric as she desperately covered herself he spoke

"Can I turn around now?"

She gave him a quiet response, and he turned slowly, finding her standing beside the bed, the blanket that usually covered her main quilt wrapped around herself. She looked disheveled and disgruntled, but still beautiful.

He awkwardly leaned himself back into his original position, arms folded as he pressed his left shoulder to the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you would be quite so... exposed. I tried the door but there was no answer, so I wanted to see if you were still here or not"

He shifted his weight slightly and tried to keep his gaze on her face, but it was difficult. He could see from the corner of his eye that her blanket wasn't tightly fastened around her, the fabric dipped at her sides and her back was undoubtedly exposed, she didn't appear to notice.

She just looked at him for a moment before half-smiling at him and shaking her head

"I didn't hear it, I'm sorry. I must not have fallen asleep until very late, I was still well away..."

She trailed off as she noticed that his eyes were no longer fixed on hers, they were trailing all over her. He drifted them up to her neck and settled in the gentle dip of her collarbone. His breathing had changed, it was heavier, more uneven.

He berated himself silently as he overlooked her, what was wrong with him? Couldn't he control himself around her? There was nothing about her current state that he hadn't seen a hundred times in any woman he'd been with, nothing that should have excited him so much or clouded his mind.

And yet, she did.

He threw all caution and thought from his mind and was across the room in three large strides. She didn't have time to take a step away before he held her wrists in a firm grip and pushed her gently against the opposing wall.

"Kyl..."

She was cut short as he crashed his lips against hers, pressing her wrists to the wall above her before trailing his hands down her arms and the sides of her abdomen, gripping her waist tightly and using his upper body to press against her, keeping the blanket in place.

He would not, even now, disallow her the right of her dignity

She wasn't his... yet.

As he continued the frantic assault on her lips he felt her elbows come to rest on his shoulders as she ran her hands down from the crown of his head and her fingers tangle in the lengths of his hair. She gave a light pull to the hairs at the base of his neck, and he let an involuntary groan rumble from his throat.

Pulling his lips from hers, he trailed them across the curve of her jaw and ran his teeth down the length of her neck, biting down lightly, but firmly enough to elicit a surprised gasp from her, on the spot he had focused on so intently from across the room. Feathering his teeth-marks with lighter kisses, he trailed back up to meet her mouth again, moving one of his hands up her front to lay his fingers around the front of her neck, but applying no pressure.

Pulling away, their breathing ragged, he rested his forehead against hers and tried to regain focus, closing his eyes, a near impossibility in his current situation.

"What the hell are you doing to my mind?"

It was a rhetorical question, but she answered between breaths

"Exactly the same as you're doing to mine"

Time passed slowly as they regained their composure, neither one wanting to move away but both knowing that they had to.

Eventually, Jay took the initiative to press her palms against the firm fabric of his tunic. He opened his eyes and pierced her pools of pure emerald with his gaze. She spoke first

"I need to put some clothes on"

"Why?" It was the only response he had. He didn't want her to move, didn't want her covered and clothed, out of this casual and slightly vulnerable state.

She laughed at his child-like question and pressed her lips against his lightly, and far too briefly for his liking.

"Because if I don't move now, I don't think I ever will"

Kylo sighed quietly and lifted his fingers from her neck and waistline, stepping back to allow her past. She selected her clothing and hurried to her bathroom, while he sat himself down on her mattress and waited for her.

Such a pathetic show of weakness, why was he throwing himself at a woman he had only known for three days? What about her was so enthralling that he could lose control of his impulses so quickly? He had known beautiful women, he'd done more than simply kiss them, but none of them had held such a tight grasp on his head, his heart as this one.

He supposed it was a good sign, the woman he was to marry, the future mother of his children and the first sight he would see in his evenings, it was something positive that he wouldn't despise looking at her, as had been his greatest fear before meeting her.

Pulled from thought as she re-entered the room, he stood. She wasted no time in talking, he was just thankful there would be no awkward silence

"I'm not sure I want to spend the day planning our wedding, I think with my lack of sleep I would only make more of a mess for Chamberlain to sort out. I thought I might just spend the day in here, perhaps make a start on my vows?"

He could understand, his tiredness would no doubt cause some rather nasty injuries to his fellow shipmates later today if they decided to push his buttons.

"That's fine by me" he began, "I could spend some time in here with you if you wanted, I won't start thinking about any vows..."

He cringed at the thought, how was he, feared Master of the Knights of Ren, meant to write meaningful and loving wedding vows?

"...but I don't feel like making any appearances just yet, I'm still tired myself"

For a moment he wondered if she was so tired because she'd spent the night thinking so long about him as he had about her.

She smiled and nodded, making her way to her lounge as he followed.

He settled himself on the sofa beside her, closer than their nights together previously, but far away enough that she wouldn't suspect his intention to just be close to her.

She plucked a notebook and pen from her coffee table and flipped to a clean page, leaning back into the cushions to start thinking. He mirrored her actions and leaned himself back, to her it would seem as though he had his eyes closed, but he watched her from beneath his lashes, watching her movements as she concentrated.

They stayed like this for a while, comfortable in their silence and eachothers presences.

Every so often he would feign a stretch or make an otherwise inconspicuous movement.

Each time, he would move a little closer to her, only fractionally.

Only a foot away from her, his tiredness eventually took hold, and he drifted off into a light sleep.

JAY POY

She looked up after a period of stillness from him. Of course, she had noticed him sneakily edging towards her, it was difficult to ignore when he was close to sitting in her lap.

She glanced up at his face as he slept, so peaceful and still, hearing his even breathing felt so soothing to her.

She breathed a silent laugh through her nose as his head gently slipped from its position on the back of her cushions and came to rest on her shoulder.

The terrible, evil Kylo Ren, slumped here against her with his mouth open and his feet resting on her coffee table. Now that was a sight nobody in the galaxy would have been able to imagine in their wildest dreams.

She turned back to her writing and ignored the heavy pressure on her shoulder, better to let him rest and be slightly pulled down by his weight.

"Now..." she hummed quietly "...what do I promise to be for you, for the rest of our lives?"