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Kira: I have to go out of town this weekend. I'm sorry Master.
Kylo: What happened
Kira: Work stuff.
Kylo: Well, shit. I look forward to getting your mind off of work, very soon.
Kira: That does sound amazing.
Kylo: Are you still working, or did you make it home?
Kira: I'm at home
Kylo: Can we facetime?
She chuckles as her phone rings. She swipes and his face and those whiskey eyes of his fill her screen. "Hey you."
"Hey beautiful. You're in the bath?"
She chuckles. She's in her huge garden tub surrounded by bubbles. By the time she made it back upstairs Threeipo was already gone and supper was on the stove.
"I am. It was a Monday."
"That bad?" he asks. She can see some of his room. White and trimmed in black—"I can see you looking."
She lowers herself into the bubbles more as her face heats up. "I'm just being nosy. Where are you?"
That's when she notices that he's in a button up shirt with the top buttons undone. He looks tired—but happy? There's a twinkle in his eyes that she loves. And she'll be the first one to admit that yes, she was very nervous about admitting who she is without the mask—but for him to look at her like this?
Yes, she'll take that mask off for this any day.
"I have an office in my apartment, which I shouldn't, but I do."
"Do your people accuse you of working too much too?"
"You could say that." she says. "Show me your office?"
He squints his eyes at her, and she immediately knows it's his stern look. But she doesn't miss the way he tries to hide his smile. His phone moves as he says, "This is my desk—" he shows her a huge dark wood thing—
"Is that oak?"
"Mahogany. It was one of my grandfather's. Then my bookshelves—" he turns the phone to show her matching wooden shelves behind him. Full of books and antique nick-nacks it oddly suits him and what little bit she knows about him.
"I love that."
"Do you have an office?" He asks—his eyes finding hers again through their little screens.
"I do, but I'd rather use it as a library. I need to get better at leaving work stuff at work." She adds.
"I need to do that too." His eyes never leave hers. "I know we said that we wouldn't—but I wish I was there in that big tub with you."
"Oh Master—I wish you were here too." She can't stop looking into his whiskey eyes. "You know- Tuesdays are swingers night at Cassian's."
"I knew that— do you want to—"
She takes a deep breath and lets herself feel what she feels for this man who kisses her like his life depends on it. "Yes, yes I'd love to see you tomorrow."
"What room do you want me to reserve?"
"I don't care, I just want to—"
"I want to see you too. I'll arrange everything. Do you want to meet me at seven?"
"That sounds perfect," she says with a smile.
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"Rey—San Tekka on line three—" Beaumont buzzes in.
"Lor! How are you?" She gushes. Growing up, Lor San Tekka was one of her favorite people.
"Rey! I'm alright, how are you?"
"I'm good," she answers, her smile even wider because of Kylo. She asks as she twirls in her chair to look out the window. Lor San Tekka is an old business associate of Grandpa's, but the most important thing, she trusts him.
"Good. Listen, a little bird told me what happened with Ben Solo." Her eyes find the opposite skyscraper across the park.
"It was unexpected."
"I also heard that he wants to buy you out."
"That's what I've been told." She wonders why she took this call as she eyes her cell. If she texts Rose now, she can be here in two minutes-
"What did he say in the meeting?" He asks.
"I'm too busy to meet with him. Lor—I'm not trying to be rude but is there a point to this call?"
"Yes, I need you in Vegas."
"You need me at the convention? Are you coming?"
"For you, yes." Lor says.
"Wouldn't it be easier for me to come to you? A couple of nights in Seattle sounds nice."
"No, my dear. You need to be seen in Vegas. We'll do lunch. Thursday?"
"Do you want me to make the reservations—"
"Oh no, I know the perfect spot." His chuckle is warm and familiar. "I'll have my secretary message you the details."
"I'll see you on Thursday then. Should I bring Poe?"
"Sure. It will be good to see him too."
"He does. See you then, Lor."
"Safe travels, Rey."
She waits for his end to click before she hangs up. Not sure why, but she feels a strange melancholy. Maybe it's from her grandfather's old friend needing her.
But then the deepest part of her heart wonders too—
What would it be like to finally sell everything and just walk away.
Then the guilt comes. Years of hearing Grandpa harp on how this is her destiny to have the company. To grow it for future Palpatine's to run the world. Her snort is loud in her silent office. How is that going to happen?
But Kylo.
Would her maybe NYPD or fireman want to live here? With her?
Doubtful.
An unbidden tear makes it way down her cheek. Unsure why, she craves Kylo's arms.
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Kylo: Are we still meeting tonight?
Kira: Yes, please.
Kylo: Seven?
Kira: Yes, I should be out of here by then. How are we going to tell the swingers that we aren't there to swing?
Kylo: I'll think of something. I can't wait to see you.
Kira: I can't wait to see you.
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Kylo: Change of plans
Kira: What? Why?
Kylo: The swingers rented out the entire building.
Kira: Oh wow. That's a hell of a party. I wanted to see you.
Kylo: Meet me at Maz's?
Kira: Lol. Ok.
Kylo: 7:00?
Kira:
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"If I leave now, I can still make it—" she mutters as she grabs her purse out of the drawer she keeps it in. As usual she's the last one still here as she locks her door behind her. It's not until she's in the elevator that she remembers that she didn't schedule her uber. "Maybe there's a taxi—"
When she gets to the bottom floor and nods at Jar Jar, the night security guard as she walks out. Traffic is bad as what's normal this time of day in New York City and she wishes she had changed clothes as a yellow taxi stops. She quickly hops in and tells the address of her old place of work.
Then sits back. but instead of watching the lights go by, she pulls out her phone. No new texts but she still says,
Kira: I'm on the way. I hope you're not waiting.
Kylo: I just got here myself. Do you want me to wait or go get a booth?
Kira: You can go on in.
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He's not sure why he's so nervous but for the second time he's going to see her as Kylo and not Master. He won't be able to hold her or kiss her like he wants to and now that she said she has to leave town—he may as well go to Vegas with Hux.
The bell over the glass door chimes and his kitten walks in. His smile, for the first time all day is easy.
She's wearing a white button-up blouse that while it's simple, the way it's cut is—well—expensive. Same for her pencil skirt. He recognizes the quality of the fabric is also costly.
Then there's the flash of red bottom from her heels. She's definitely not a waitress.
Blood rushes to his pelvis and he wonders if her stockings are the same thigh-highs, she wore the other day at Morosis.
He stands as she approaches the booth in the back he chose.
Her smile matches his as they come together. He's sad that he can't do anything else but kiss her cheek—and the fleeing thought—how mad would Chewy be if I pulled her into the storeroom in the back?
Instead, they sit.
Being able to look into her green eyes again and all is right with his world.
"I'm sorry we couldn't—" he begins.
"It's ok. have you been there on a Tuesday?"
"No, have you?"
"Yes, it gets a bit crazy. I like this better." She reaches for his hand.
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This time of night, and the fact that it's a Tuesday she knows that Maz and Chewy went home hours ago. Not that their presence would stop her as she reaches for him.
It must be leftover feelings from her talk with Lor, but she wants so many things—his fingers run along the top of her hand reminding her of what his touch brings her. She looks up into those whiskey-colored eyes of his.
"This is harder than I thought it was going to be."
"What's wrong, Kira?" Worry makes his voice sound frantic.
"I didn't want to have to go, but an old business associate needs me."
"Hey, we'll get together as soon as you get back. I might have to go out of town too. It oddly works out."
The waitress, one of the new ones comes over. "Do you need a menu or do you already know?"
"I'd like a patty melt and fries. No onions."
"Nothing heavy—what should I get?" he asks her.
"Do you like baked potatoes?"
"As much as the next person?"
"I can see that now. Make that two patty's. I want a diet soda."
"And I want coffee—"
"You'll never sleep—"
"I don't sleep without you." Her fingers squeeze his.
"Bring him some de-caf coffee." Kira smiles. "Thank you."
The young lady nods and walks away towards the kitchen. Alone again, their eyes meet. "Well, it sounds like we both had crappy days."
"Yeah, let's talk about something else then," she suggests. "Dream vacation?"
"Somewhere with you," he replies as the waitress brings their drinks back.
"Kylo—" not sure what to think or do, she asks, "and where would we go?"
"Somewhere secluded. Mountains, beach, I don't care. Just somewhere alone with you."
"That sounds so nice." She grabs one of the straw papers lying on the table. Her gaze is focused on the scrap piece of paper when she adds, "Somewhere where we can lay on a blanket and see the stars."
"Do you like space?" He asks. Something in his voice makes her return her attention to his eyes. She's not sure why he's looking at her like that, but it makes her want him more.
"I do. I guess in a different life I would have been an astronaut. Or even designed the rockets. But then again algebra wasn't a friend of mine."
"I did alright in math—" He won't mention that his minor was in math. "Too bad we didn't know each other then, I could have helped."
"Really?" she meets his eyes. "That would have been fun. Every question I got wrong you could have spanked me."
At that same moment the waitress stops with their food. She freezes. Kira stops, eyes widening not sure what to say to the teenager while Ben's face turns bright pink.
Unfazed, the sets their plates on the table. "That sounds—interesting." Then pulls a bottle of ketchup out of her apron pocket. "Do you need anything else?" She waits for them to shake their heads before she turns to leave.
They manage to wait until she's back in the kitchen before they start to giggle.
"We are so bad!" Kira chuckles.
"Her parents—" Kylo adds.
"Aren't here, thank God." She knows her smile is huge because his is. And she loves that the tears in her eyes are from happiness, not from sadness for one reason or another.
"Let's eat. I think the shop where I got your present from Saturday night might still be open." He winks at her, and her heart beats faster. "I might buy you something."
"Well, when you put it like that—" she picks up half of her sandwich and takes a bite.
"I hope it's good. The only other time I saw that look on your face was when I was biting the inside of your thigh then sucking—" his voice trails off because their waitress is back with refills of their drinks. She wants to crawl under the table and hide while he knocks his knees against hers.
They are silent as she walks away.
"I guess this means she gets a huge tip from us?" He suggests before he finally takes a bite. "Damn, that's good. I should let you order for me from now on."
She swallows the diet drink that's in hers. "Yes, on the tip, yes it's the best thing ever as for ordering, I'm—"
"Hey, no pressure," he murmurs.
"I know—" she tries to keep the mood light if not she's liable to end up a crying mess soon. This feels too right. Sitting with him in a diner giggling. "If you ever need me to order for you, there's always text."
His hand finds hers again. "I love that idea."
"We should have sat next to each other—" before the sentence is even in the space between them, he's coming over to her side of the table. "That works," she murmurs as she cuddles up to his side, laying her head on his arm.
She's hungry, but she wants to touch him more. his eyes gentle as they meet hers and she cuddles under his arm as it lays across her. That's when she notices the fabric under her cheek. while she's not been shopping for men's suits lately, years actually. She knows that this is a good quality suit.
Italian probably.
"Kitten are you—" his voice interrupts her thoughts.
"I'm ok." She looks at him again. And not for the first time she wishes so many things, but she keeps those secrets to herself. "I'm just enjoying being here with you."
"Eat, Sweetheart."
In easy silence they eat. The young lady brings their receipt by. She watches them for a moment which earns them an easy smile of approval before she goes back to her other customers.
"Let's get out of here—" she suggests after eating her last bite.
"Sounds good." He takes out a money clip and if she hadn't just noticed the expensive cut of his suit, she never would have noticed that the clip is an antique. She's distracted when he slides out then holds a handout for her. He tugs her to her feet, and she turns to gather her things.
He pays their waitress who flushes red when he offers her the fifty-dollar tip and an apology. She's pink as she thanks him then turns to Rey and thanks her with a smile.
That's when she notices that the money clip is full of hundreds.
Maybe he's not a cop or a fireman after all.
But when he takes her hand, and they walk out of Maz's together, she finds that the cut of his suit or the money in his clip doesn't matter that much after all. His hand is in hers and for just a moment more, she can pretend that they are normal people.
They walk to the corner where he stops. "Do you want to go to that shop I mentioned?
"Alright. Where—" he interrupts her when he points to a brick building on the other side of the road. "That's it? huh—I've never noticed that one before. Is it still open?"
"I think so—" He squints as he looks—"It is."
"Let's go then," she says as she smiles up at him. As they wait, she mutters, "I love the way you touch me."
"You do?" He sounds as surprised as she does at her admission.
"I do—" the crosswalk signal changes, and as it gives them permission to go, he tugs her along with him.
The bell chimes above them as he opens the door. An older man with wisdom and a dash of mischievousness says, "Welcome to The Kink Shop."
She smiles and Kylo nods. "Thank you," he answers.
"Is there anything I can help you find?"
She doesn't miss how he looks around. But then he's always doing that isn't he? Always looking, always listening—she misses what he says to the man, but she follows willingly along as he leads her to the back.
There racks full of latex, leather and lace fills the space. She can't help it when her breath catches, and she smiles.
"I know what I want to see you in—" he murmurs in her ear turning this innocent outing into something else entirely.
"Show me?"
"You're what, a medium?" She nods and he quickly pulls out black leather lots of lace.
"I need to try that on—will you help me?"
"Of course." She quickly finds the curtain that leads to a closed off space. "Let me go ask—"
"Ask what?"
"If it's ok—"
"It's alright if you try something on." They hear from the front.
"Thank you—" she calls out. "Come here, you," she murmurs as she tugs him into the makeshift changing room after her. He draws the fabric closed behind him. As soon as they are almost alone, she grabs the lapels of his jacket and pulls him close. "Now that I have you alone—I can finally do this." Her lips claim his.
His arms surround her, pulling her close. Their kiss deepens and suddenly their need makes them forget everything else. He urges her skirt up, while she fumbles with his belt. Her panties land on the shag rug under their feet while his pants fall to his knees. She pushes him into the chair. He pumps his hardness while she lines him up to her entrance.
She doesn't want to look away from him even for a minute as she sinks onto him. As he fills her his moan feels loud in the small space that her lips find his again in an effort to keep him quiet.
His hands are bruising as they squeeze her hips, urging her to move faster.
She's thrilled at the idea that he's leaving a mark.
When she hears his breath growing ragged like it does when he's about to cum, he angles his hips just so. But it's not until she murmurs, "Come for me, Master." And bites his neck that he shudders beneath her.
Those whiskey colored eyes of his blink into hers as he recovers—"That was—"
"Amazing," she finishes for him.
"Amazing," he echoes. "Do you think you can wear that corset?"
"Probably." She lowers her voice before she admits, "I just had to have you before we both leave town. When will you be back to the City?"
"Sunday."
"Me too," she says even as her inner voice continues—don't think too much of it—
"When are you leaving?" He asks, his voice returning to normal but curious.
"Tomorrow," she answers. "You too?"
"Yes. What airline?"
"HR got me a good deal with Jet Blue. You?" She looks down at where his spend is leaking out of them even if he's still semi hard inside her. This is the first time she's lied to him. How does she tell him that she'll be on her private jet with one of her oldest friends in the world?
"Delta," he murmurs as he tilts her head up so their eyes meet. She knows that he knows that she's a liar—he must have decided to not question her anymore because the next thing he says is, "Let's try on that corset. I do want to see you in it."
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"Is that everything?" Threepio chirps.
"I hope so. It's a good thing I have my own jet, the airline would charge me extra."
"Are you sure you don't need me in Vegas?"
"Yes, Threepio. I want you to take the rest of the week off."
"You are too good to me, Rey."
"Here—" she pulls out a envelope from her bedside table. She knows that if she didn't do this, he'd sit her in her empty apartment until she got back. "It's a surprise."
"Rey—" he murmurs as he carefully open the paper. "What did you do?" He pulls out two train tickets.
"I pay attention. And I know you have a new friend. Hopefully he can take the week off too and you two dears can go somewhere fun."
"I see now it's an open ended one. Thank you, Rey."
"Just bring me back a t-shirt."
"As always." He pauses before he goes to call his Artoo. "Take the pink dress. Your new one." she must shoot him a quizzical look. "You know for that fancy night out you have planned."
She waits for him to pull out his cell before she says whispers, "What in the world is he talking about? Fancy night? Not me, unless Poe—" her phone rings preventing her from thinking out loud.
"I'm coming," she chuckles when she sees who's calling.
"Are you sure?" Poe asks.
"Yes, you grump. Are you driving?"
"No, BB is and he's already called saying that he's waiting."
"Alright. I'll meet you in the hallway—"
"Come on, Rey." Poe says from the doorway.
"Honey, you're the pilot, we'll get there when you get us there," she teases. "what's your hurry?"
"Just ready to get there."
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It's not until they are several thousand feet in the air that Rey lets herself relax. She knows that she should be looking over Rose and Finn's notes, but this is the first time in forever that she doesn't have to have to do anything.
She leaves Kaydel curled up with what looks like a good book while she goes to the back of the plane where the bedroom is. she slides off her shoes and lays down. But not before she sends a quick text to Kylo.
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"Our ETA is three o'clock pacific time." Wedge, his pilot says.
"Thank you, Wedge," Hux offers. Ben sets his bag on the bed in the back, then hangs up his other bag. "Solo! Can I hang up my bag too?"
"Yeah, come on back." Hux waits for Ben to come back to the main cabin before he goes back to the bedroom. For the first time in forever, Ben doesn't have to call anyone, or hurry up with one meeting so he can start another one. He can actually sit and rest the five hours to Vegas.
But when his phone buzzes in his pocket, he smiles when he sees who the message is from. And not for the first time, he wishes his Kira was with him.
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"Are you sure you don't want to stay with me?" Poe asks.
"That's why Amilyn made the arrangements. We each get our own penthouse." She looks around the private welcome desk for the high rollers. "I know, you wish Finn could have come too?"
Poe does the thing where he shrugs then it turns into a nod. He's done that since their NYU days. "Guilty."
"I know it's not the private jet, but why don't you get him a first-class ticket for Friday?"
"But that will leave Rose by herself."
"Then go ahead and bring her too. The department heads can do without us for a day or two."
"Are you sure?" Poe affirms.
"Yes, we all need a couple of days in sin city." She smiles.
"Welcome to Las Vegas. Are you ready for me to help you to your rooms?" A steward asks.
"Yes, and thank you," Rey chirps as the young man guides the trolley with their luggage on it through the lobby to the private bank of elevators.
"Are you sure about this?" Poe asks one more time.
"Yes! Besides we might need them too."
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"We didn't get the usual rooms?" Ben asks. He and Hux are following the steward who is pushing their trolley with their luggage.
"We didn't?" Hux looks down at the papers in his hand. "I guess they didn't."
"Odd. We can take Hux to his rooms first then mine." Ben offers to the steward.
"Thank you—I do have a phone call or two to make," Hux admits while his cheeks turn as red as his hair.
"You do? To whom? This mysterious girlfriend of yours?" Ben teases. He's not sure why he's in a good mood, but as soon as he stepped into the hotel it feels like he's about to see Kira.
Hux slides the key card in and waits for the click and the green light before turning the knob. "Are you going to the opening thing tonight?"
"Nah. Do you want to grab a bite to eat though?" Ben offers. As the steward quickly puts Hux's bags in his penthouse suite.
"Maybe, I need a shower right now."
"Text me," Ben says over his shoulder, leading the steward away with the rest of his luggage.
"Alright." Is the last thing Ben hears as the elevator doors swish shut. They go up only one more floor, and the steward leads the way. In this hallway, there are only three doors.
He hands his key card to his steward who opens the door and pushes the trolley in. But that's not what or who holds Ben's attention.
It's the woman, because even though she has a hoodie on and shorts and Uggs—she's defiantly a woman even though she might be dressed as a sorority girl after a rager—who is opening the middle door.
His heart leaps into his throat as he recognizes her…
"Kira?"
"Kylo?"