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So this chapter…. This is not what I had planned, which means they have officially taken over, once again. Thank goodness, that means it will be that much better lol! And honestly this story it's all I've been thinking about. I wish I could have a week or two, magic hands and the ability to not need sleep so I can get it out of my head.
But I don't. Lol…
As you may have already guessed, the road to happiness is not going to be smooth. At all. And I've just given myself and these crazy people, to do what they need to do.
And they are excited about it.
But I did cry just a little as I wrote this. But in a good way? Anyway, if you have a moment, please let me know what you think. I'd love to know!
"Goodnight you two—" Rey wishes Cassian and Jyn. She had to take a moment to throw on her old yoga pants and her favorite hoodie—the one she won at some field day thing at NYU and her favorite ballet flats.
Before the door can close, Jyn catches it. It looks like she wants to say something important, but instead she asks, "Did you drive?"
"No, I have a uber—and he's right there." She almost asks—but then it's well after four a.m. and she's hungry and tired and she's already missing Kylo.
"Alright. See you next weekend?" Jyn asks.
"Yes, see you then." Rey then walks to her uber. As soon as he pulls from the curb, Rey asks, "I don't think I'm ready to go home yet—can you take me to Maz's diner?"
"The all-night place? Yeah, I can." he says. "Do they have good coffee?"
"They do, I was a waitress there when I was in high school and college," Rey says.
"Well, no one else needs a ride right now, I might grab a cup too." Kind eyes meets hers in the rear-view mirror. "I'm sorry—I just invited myself. And I didn't mean that I'd sit and –"
"It's fine. There's a front counter that I was going to sit at." She glances at the card with his name and all that on it. "Ben Kenobi—why does that sound familiar?"
"There's no telling." He takes a turn and Rey smiles at the familiar lights of Maz's sign. He stops but doesn't turn off the car. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, come on. I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
"Well thank you," he says as he turns off the car. "Decaf for me."
"Me too." They get out and she holds the door to the diner open for him. Once inside, she looks for who's cooking, and she's not surprised to see Maz and Chewy. And an almost empty diner. It's her, Mr. Kenobi and someone in a black hoodie and jeans sitting at the end of the counter. "Do you guys never sleep?" She steps behind the counter to accept Maz's hug.
"What are you doing out this late—or should I say early?" Maz asks. Chewy rumbles in the kitchen.
"Late actually. It's been a while since I've pulled an all nightery and I'm afraid I'm going to feel it later." She lowers her voice like she's telling a great secret, "I hope the boss doesn't fire me on Monday."
"Girl—" Maz chuckles and swats her with the towel in her apron. "Are you hungry?"
As she does when the diner is this empty, she pours her own drinks. Two cups and the coffee pot with the orange handle— she sniffs. "How fresh is this?"
"Just made it. Do you want food or just fake coffee?"
She fills the mugs and Mr. Kenobi nods his thanks. She adds sugar and milk to hers. "How about the breakfast special?"
"To go?" chewy asks from the grill.
"Nah, I'll eat it here." She turns to Kenobi. "You don't have to wait for me—"
"Food sounds good. I turned off my service for the night—"
The man at the other end of the counter lifts the typical diner finger of getting the waitress' attention. Maz walks to him. Rey doesn't pay them much attention at first but then he tilts his head and then his waves, those thick waves fall over his forehead the same way—
Nah it couldn't be him. Master didn't seem like the type to be in a diner much less sit like this man is. Surely, he would have went to where he goes when he's not with her.
There's a pang in her heart when it hits that she doesn't know where that is.
She looks down at her cup of coffee, mindlessly stirring. The need to run chokes her. She hasn't felt this way, hasn't let herself feel this way in a long time. Her feet take her to the kitchen—just as she starts to pass Chewy who is cooking her breakfast, but he stops her when he asks, "What's wrong, little one?"
"Nothing," she whispers. "I'll be alright."
He peers at her through his shaggy hair, eyes all knowing. "I've known you for a while now. you've met someone."
"How—"
"You're glowing. But your nervous and scared. Not everyone is grandfather—"
"Thank goodness."
"Thank goodness," he parrots. "Sometimes you have to let yourself trust, let yourself believe that there are more than just skyscrapers who once belonged to dead suits and making more money. Remember how you used to want to save the world?" He plates her food and two others. "This is yours; this is for Kenobi and take this one to the guy at the end of the counter, please?"
"Yes, sir." She balances all three plates and walks back to the front. Maz is in between the gentlemen, talking a lot for o'dark thirty.
Rey sets hers down first, since it was the last one she picked up, then gives her uber driver his. he murmurs a quiet, "Thank you." Before he continues down the length of the diner.
Out of habit she checks that he has silverware and a napkin or two as she sets the food down in front of him. A quick peek at his coffee cup tells her that he needs more. "Is that regular or de-caf?"
"De-caf, I need to sleep some." His low baritones strike a place of familiarity in her. She grabs the orange handle pot and starts to pour. Only when it's full does she swallow hard and makes herself glance up.
Inky waves drape across his forehead.
Her heart flips in her chest along with her stomach.
His eyes are whiskey colored. And he's wearing glasses. Simple black framed things that do so much-
Forget flipping, her stomach drops.
His lips—she's fairly certain that those are the lips who has kissed her everywhere they could reach—and even some places he couldn't. Or at least tried to.
Her hand is shaking as she replaces the pot back on the burner. Then she lets herself meet his eyes again. And he's there, right there watching her. She knows that he recognizes her too, because he starts to speak, but she shakes her head and mutters, "Not here?"
He nods, understanding making his eyes gentle. "Why don't you join me?"
She nods. And somehow, sharing breakfast with him seems like the right thing to do. "Alright." she agrees as she walks around the counter. Maz smiles at her like she knows exactly what is going on. Then Kenobi nods like he knows too.
But when she looks into Kylo's eyes— he pulls out the stool for her and she sits down. She can feel him looking at her, but she mutters, "If you would have told me a hour ago that we would be sitting here like this—I never would have believed you."
"Me either—" he chuckles. "Did you ever see the old batman movie with Michael Keaton and Michelle Pfeiffer?"
"When she played Catwoman?" They pause, almost too busy looking into one another's eyes— "This feels like that scene when they were dancing and they realize each other's identities." She continues, "It almost feels like that."
"That's what I was going to say." Then. "You haven't eaten anything," he observes.
She looks down at the eggs over easy, bacon and toast. The packets of mayonnaise that Chewy remembered makes her smile. eggs on toast, topped with the bacon and lots of mayo—her ultimate comfort food. "Mhmmm—"she hums after she takes a bite.
"That looks good."
"Mhmm—" she hums again. with a smile on her lips, she holds up the sandwich to his lips. At first he looks like he's going to refuse her, but then he gets that twinkle in his eye that he gets when he looks at her like she hung the moon, just for him. "Try it," she encourages.
His eyes never leave hers as he opens his mouth. she's gentle as she feeds him. "That is good," he admits.
"I might not know many things, but I do know good food." She takes another bite then offers him her last one. She nods as she encourages, "Take it, if I didn't want you to have it, I wouldn't offer it to you."
"Alright," he chuckles as he accepts the bite. She finishes her de-caf and hears, "What are you going to do now?"
"Go home?"
"How about we go watch the sunrise?"
"Really?" she asks as she meets his eyes again. Sitting here with her, he looks so different out of Morosis. He's wearing a faded black hoodie, jeans and tennis shoes that are spotless but not new either. "You want to spend even more time with me?"
"If you only knew, Kitten," he utters he shifts in his seat and pulls out his wallet. Simple, well-worn black leather—probably the wallet of a policeman or fireman. A hard-working gentleman as much as she wants to pay, she lets him throw a fifty on the counter. he holds out his hand. "What do you say Kitten? Battery Park?"
"I think so—yes." she takes his hand. together, they tell Kenobi, Maz and Chewy good morning and he ushers her out the door. "Did you drive?" She asks as the SUV in front of them chirps a door unlocking greeting.
"Yes." He opens the door for her to the black Audi SUV.
"Thank you," she murmurs as she climbs in. the door closes and he hurries around to the driver's side. he slides in and starts the vehicle. He hasn't even driven a block when he lays his hand down on the console between them, palm up.
She takes his hand and intertwines their fingers together before she brings it up to her lips. A kiss, then she rubs her cheek on him like a huge cat would. "What happens now?" he asks.
"I'm not sure." So many things run through her head. "There's a reason why I went to the club." Does she admit to him that she can't date? Not like a normal person?
"Me too."
"you're not alone," she whispers still resting her cheek on the back of his hand.
"Neither are you."
"And I'm still Kira, or better yet, your kitten."
"I like that. And I'm still Kylo or your master—" his deep baritone dances down her spine and it makes her tingle in all the right ways.
"Yes master." She looks out the window. "It's crazy how fast you can drive through the City at five something a.m."
"I love it when it's like this." He pulls into a parking space and turns off the SUV. "What time does he sun come up?"
"It's June, so around six? And it's five-forty-five. So soon."
"You know, we could get in the back and make-out."
"Do you want to?" she giggles.
"We could—but instead should we make new rules?"
She squeezes his hand. "I think so. We've already agreed, no real names. What about phone numbers? Are we going to call and text?"
"Email?"
"We could make new emails? And use them just for this? Like I could be masterskitten2022 at wherever and you could be kittensmaster2022 at whatever. Or just keep it simple, Kira and Kylo? I know that if we use Gmail, we can message through that. Isn't it called hangouts?"
"I think so—" he shows her a app. "Try this one? And look, we can call each other too."
They quickly download the apps and her phone buzzes with a new message. "Kylo," she giggles as she looks up. His whiskey colored one are returning her smile. "I love it."
She texts him back. "Kira." He sets his phone down. "This could be a good thing or a bad thing."
Her heart sinks. "Why?" Does he not want her anymore—
"I would have given everything I have to have been able to talk to you this morning—err Saturday morning. I missed you so much—"
"I missed you today, too."
"You did?" Her heart melts at how he answers.
"A lot." She looks away to where their hands are connected. "What about masks?" she asks trying to continue the talk but stir it away from feelings.
"Masks in the club." He affirms.
"Yes, masks in the club. If we do this again—"
"Then none." He tugs her hand until she looks up again. "I'm glad this happened."
"Me too. And no taking the other to the places we live?"
"Good idea. We just meet at the club?" He asks.
"I think so. We can always change that one if we find ourselves getting closer." He nods his agreement. She glances over his shoulder, towards the Hudson. "There's the sun."
Gentle blues lighten to pink—she runs her hand up his arm. She just has to touch him one more time before she can't for another week.
The pinks lighten the sky first—he turns to meet her eyes. His hand is still on her knee when he squeezes.
The gold begins at the horizon and his lips meet hers. They each taste like de-caf coffee and maybe some tears. Her fingers are in his waves and his grip tightens on her leg. He takes his glasses off and puts them on the seat ahead of dashboard before he slants his head so his mouth fits over hers as he claims her mouth.
He stops kissing her and murmurs against her lips, "Are you sure you don't want to move this to the backseat?"
She giggles and turns to look. "There's definitely more room back there that here." she meets his eyes and reaches for the door handle. "The last one back is a rotten egg!"
"Wait—" he says as she tumbles out.
She opens the passenger door and climbs in the back. He meets her eyes in the rear view mirror. "Come on, Master—don't you want to join me?"
"Well, when you put it like that—" he turns and, in a flash, he's shimmying in between the front seat and passenger seat. But then, instead of joining her— "I can't move."
"What do you mean you can't move?" she asks as she tries to swallow her giggle.
"I think I'm stuck," he mutters but she can tell that he's trying not to laugh too.
"Can I help?"
"No," he grunts as he wiggles back into his seat. "I'm coming—" and in just a moment he's beside her as he cups her cheeks as he claims her mouth with his. He stops kissing her but only to admit, "This is much better. There's a lot more room back here—"
"You've never sat back here?"
"Just when I was picking it out." The new sun is coming in the window and it's shining through his waves—
"With the sun shining behind you like that—you look like an avenging angel or something like that and I'm the mere mortal who gets to kiss and hold you."
"Oh no, for if I am an angel then you are my goddess who I've come to worship." He mutters against her skin after he pulls her hoodie off. She didn't bother to put her bra back on—and as he leads her to his lap, he nuzzles in between her breasts.
Her fingers find their favorite place—his inky locks. They wrap themselves gently and she cuddles him like she's finally allowed to. She tilts his head back—
Kiss to the forehead—
Kiss in between his eyes—
Kiss on the very tip of his Grecian nose—
Then just a brush of her lips on his. His arms tighten around her, but she pulls back with the same playfulness she's felt all night. She feels his arms move, his hands shift and grab her ass.
"I like these yoga pants."
"They are quite cozy."
"And they hug your ass." He mutters as he works her waistband down her hips. Her shoes thud on the floorboard as she wiggles her flats off. He guides her off his lap but only to take her leggings off and together, they get free his dick. It bobs up to greet her. She straddles his lap and takes his length in her hand.
A squeeze and a pump while she mutters, "And what have you been thinking about Master?"
"Many things. You in my car. Your ass in those yoga pants." He pulls her back to him and she runs the head of his penis along her slit the way she loves before she guides him to her entrance.
She moves just so, and he slides in until their hips are flush. He fills her up and steals her breath when he does. His hands, those beautiful hands of his squeeze her hips so—and she knows that there will be bruises—as he wraps her arms around him.
In the early morning light of the sun coming in, amber meets green, and they can't stop their stare into one another's eyes. He begins to thrust, and her pleasure begins to build again.
Their foreheads touch, noses rub, lips claim as he fucks her in his back seat. she's lost in his touch, his kiss as her orgasm washes over her. "Fuck, Kira," he mutters against her lips as he stiffens under her.
"Are you cuming, Master?" she coos.
He nods and gets that blissed out look on his face he gets when he's buried deep inside her. And he just had an orgasm too.
By now, the sun is over the horizon and shining on them. "We just pulled an all-nighter."
"We did." He's still inside her and she doesn't want to get up. But she knows that she can't invite him home with her—she's not ready for that, is she?
But instead, he steals another kiss, and with a gentle, "Get up baby." She slides off his lap. "I wish—"
"Shhh. We're both tired and high on endorphins. We both need naps."
"Sleep? What is that?" he asks.
"My pillow misses my head," she quips. "But I don't want to leave you either."
"Friday," He says.
"Friday." She digs for her cell, and pulls up the uber app.
"I can take you—"
"No, it's better this way. One day—" she offers.
"One day," he affirms as she schedules the ride for ten mins from now so she can get dressed. She untangles her pants, and he pulls up his jeans. They open the backseat doors at the same time. She grabs her purse, and he joins her on the sidewalk.
He grabs the pocket of her hoodie and pulls her close. "One last kiss," he murmurs before he does that—steals one more kiss.
Another luxury SUV pulls up behind his Audi for her. "I hate to leave—but I'll see you on Friday."
"Friday," he repeats.
She can feel his eyes as she walks down the sidewalk. After affirming that this is her uber, she climbs in the back. Even as she pulls away, he's still watching her. She's not even a block away when her phone buzzes in her pocket.
Kylo: I miss you already. How many hours is it until Friday night?
Kira: several, I'm sure. We need sleep.
Kylo: We do. sleep well, my Sweetheart.
Kira: You too. Ok now I feel like a dork. I'll have to think of a nickname for you besides master and Kylo.
Kylo: lol, I look forward to hearing it.
The uber comes to a stop in front of the Palpatine building. "This is where you live? I didn't think that there are apartments here," the Uber driver remarks.
"Can you pull down this side road here? It leads to the back door."
"I always wondered what that is for—" he comments as he pulls down the alley.
"It's how we get to the parking garage and the residential residences." She hands him the twenty she dug out of her purse. "Thank you."
"Thank you," he replies as he watches her get out.
She waits until she's in the steel door before she lets herself exhale. But it's not until she's at the top of the skyscraper in her bathroom, in her shower, that she lets the tears come. "Sub-drop," she utters to the steam that surrounds her. "This is sub-drop." Is all she admits because if she says out loud that she thinks she might be falling in love with him—then what?
Would a cop or a fireman want to live here? Would he let her take care of them? Somehow she doubts that her Kylo Ren would accept that.
Brbrbrbrbr
As much as he wants to return to Maz and Chewy's, he goes back to his apartment instead. It's going to be a long week before he gets to see her again but he grins. At least he has a way to text her now.
He pulls into his parking space and rides his private elevator up. Thankfully the floor is quiet when he steps out. There are three penthouses on this floor, and he lives in the largest one, while Hux and Phasma, live in the other.
As soon as he closes the door behind him, drops his gear bag and is kicks off his shoes, a familiar voice sings out, "Where have you been?"
He reaches behind him and turns the knob. His oldest friend nudges the door open. "Have you been watching for me?"
"You pulled a all-nighter? You're thirty something years old and you were up all night? Who is she?" Phasma demands.
"Maybe I was at a poker game or something?"
"Haha not you. You want to count the cards and cheat and then you feel guilty for cheating." She winks as she walks in. "Did you eat breakfast?"
"Yeah, a couple of hours ago—"
"Then what? You went to go watch the sunrise?" she teases.
"I'm not sure how much watching we actually did—"
"Ben! That's great! I'm glad someone around here is getting laid. I wish I was. Anyways—" she follows him into the apartment. As habit demands, he goes into his office first. Most of his things are downstairs in that office, this one is more of his computer room and when his emergency phone is.
"Is everything alright?" he asks as he looks through the mail Artoo laid on his desk.
"Yeah, Snoke called. He wants to see you."
"He wants me to fly to LA? This week?"
"Thursday to be exact. He has something he needs you at Friday night—"
"Nope. Can't do that. I have plans on Friday night."
"I'll let you tell him. I do wish he'd call your assistant instead of me."
"He just does that because he knows I'll respond if you tell me instead of Mikita." He pauses, checking that his company didn't fall to pieces while he was out with Kira.
Kira.
His heart does that little flip thing it does when he thinks about those legs of hers wrapped around him.
"You did meet someone." Phas coos.
"Go, I need sleep." He chuckles as he repeats what Kira said not too long ago, "my pillow misses my head."
"Go nap. We'll talk later."
He follows her to the front door and after quiet goodbyes, he locks the door after her. his exhale is loud as everything catches up with him. in his bedroom, he undresses in his closet but as he pulls off the hoodie, he won years ago at some fundraiser for the FDNY, he catches a whiff—Kira has never worn perfume to the club or anything, but he knows her scent—it's always reminded him of the lavender fields near home. It makes his smile wistful as he leaves his hoodie on, his boxer briefs and goes to lay down.
Sleep comes to claim him, and even as it does, he imagines she's in his arms again, whispering how much she loves him—
Brbrbrbrbr
When she realized that she no longer smells like him after her extra-long shower, she almost called him. But her NYU hoodie, still lays on the her shelf in her closet. "Please," Rey whispers to anyone who's listening as she brings it up to her nose.
"Thank goodness!" she moans as she pulls it over her head. It mostly smells like the club, but then there's the underlying scent of Kylo—something spicy and peppery and sex. Clean panties and she's curling up under her summer blanket.
"Friday—I get to see him Friday—" she whispers until she can't hold her eyes open any longer.
You look at me like I hung the moon for you. well then if I've hung the moon, then you set the sun in the sky for me—and how she wishes she could admit her name so he can see how perfect he is for her. but she knows that as soon as he figures out she's a palpatine—she don't want to think about it.