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Thank you for coming back! last week was crazy and so is this week but I still need to apologize or not posting sooner. I have several stories I have to get ready for different anthologies, so I've been working on that. And I have up to chapter 11 written so far.
Have I mentioned that I love this story? I'm not sure why… but I can't wait to see what happens like you. And yes, they characters are writing this one too lol. which is good.
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"Kira?"
"Kylo?"
Their stewards exit their rooms at the same time, pulling identical trolleys. As if they rehearsed it, they both hand the young men several bills. They both mumble their thanks and welcome to Vegas as they hurry to the elevator just for the penthouse suites.
Now that they are finally alone, Rey flips the arm of the hinge lock and lets the door close, with her still in the hallway. Unable to stay away, she launches herself into his arms. Her lips land on his, like they do this, welcoming each other after a long day all the time.
She doesn't want to think about how he feels like home.
He's the first to stop kissing—he pulls away and she loves the smile on his face. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him checking to make sure his key card is still in his hand. "I have an idea— let's go in your rooms."
She lets him lead her into her penthouse. It's been forever and ten years it feels like since she's been in Vegas. These are new penthouse suites, so she's never stayed in these before. But the way he stalks through the suite, it's clear that he has. He quickly goes to a side door, that clearly looks like it leads somewhere besides in the rooms she rented.
He unlocks her side and opens the door wide. Then he steals a kiss and mutters, "Don't move." before he walks out. It's not even a minute when she sees the handle of the latch turning and her Kylo, her master coming back to her.
She loves the look in his eyes when he asks, "Did one of us plan this?"
"I don't think so," she admits as she shakes her head slowly. "I'm just so happy that I don't have to wait until we're home to see you again."
"I know, Kitten, I know. So, to keep our agreement of no discussion of work, I do have some questions."
"I do too, but you ask first."
"Alright. When do you fly back?"
"Sunday. You?" He asks.
"Sunday. Do you have any important meetings you can't miss?"
"Yes, I have to fly to LA in the morning, but I'll be back before bedtime. You?" He tells her.
"I have a meeting tomorrow for lunch," She adds.
"Is that it?" He asks as his arms snakes around her waist.
"Yes, I thought about going to some things on Friday and Saturday, but my associates can handle it now that you're here. Ohmygoodness I can't believe this," she giggles as he pulls her close.
"There's another part to this suite on the other side. Did you book it?" He murmurs as he starts to kiss on her neck.
"No, did you?" she asks.
"No but I'll be right back."
"Alright. I'm going to go take a shower. Will you join me?"
"I wouldn't miss it, Kitten. Which shower?" She points to bedroom that's at the top of the stairs. He watches her walk to the top of the stairs. "I'll be there soon," he calls after her.
The little voice in the back of his head tells him to wait for the door to close—when it does he crosses to what would have been his suite. He gently closes the connecting door between them and calls the front desk. After the front desk greets him, he replies, "This is Ben Solo in the Villa penthouse. A friend of mine is in the middle one and we were wondering if anyone has booked the third one? No? Excellent. I'd like to book it too until Sunday. Yes, until Sunday. Just add it to the Skywalker account. Thank you. No, I'm the owner—you don't have to call Phasma. The code? It's 98902. Thank you. One question, this means we have the pool on this terrace all to ourselves? Amazing. Thank you so much. And yes, just send someone up with the key card in the next little bit. If no one answers, then just slide the envelope under the door. Yes, thank you."
He swipes until the screen is dark. With a huge grin, he kicks his shoes off, leaves his jacket on the bed and goes to find his kitten.
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As much as she wants to listen to his phone call, it was a long plane ride and she wants to freshen up for him. A quick ponytail and her clothes on the counter, she warms up the shower.
It's one of those huge modern ones with lots of rock, tile and glass and no curtain to close.
She steps into the water just as the bathroom door opens. Her dark lover enters— "you look like you just got what you always wanted for your birthday." He has the biggest smile she's ever seen on his face, and she's seen and been the reason for a lot of his expressions.
"Maybe I have," he answers as he steals a kiss and pulling his shirt out of his slacks. She pauses long enough to loosen his belt. As he removes his clothes, she goes ahead and steps into the stream of hot water.
He joins her when he's a bare as she is.
"I never thought we'd get to do this," he admits.
"I've thought about it." she grins. One of the complementary loofas is in her hands and she's soaping it up. "I'll wash your hair later, but first, turn around."
His brows rise but he listens anyway. "You're so beautiful," she mutters. A kiss between his shoulder blades before she starts to wash him. She loves the way the bubbles drip down his back as she scrubs him with the loofa.
"Me? Hardly—" he snorts.
With an impish grin that he doesn't see, she bends into a crouch so she's eye level with his backside. "Your ass looks better than mine."
He looks again and she giggles when his eyes go comically wide when she's not where he last saw her. He whirls around, and almost hits her in the face with his growing hardness.
She can't help it—she has to giggle even more.
"Kira—" he says, but she doesn't let him finish when she drops the soapy loofa. The rest of the soap is on her hands, so she grabs his length.
"Shhh— I have to finish washing you, Master."
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." she loves how his voice, once confident is now shaky.
"Not as good as you—" one hand continues to wash his cock while her other hand caresses his balls. Her finger slips and rubs that little bit of skin behind his balls.
"What are you doing?" He yelps.
"I've never heard you make that sound before—" her laughter rings out as he scowls down at her. But then shares her smile-
"You've never touched me there before." He pulls her to her feet. Their eyes meet, hazel green meets his amber colored ones. "Kira—" he whispers.
Her answer is her lips meeting his. Her fingers find their favorite place—his inky locks. She lightly tugs on them as his tongue touches hers. His fingers find her ass and squeeze her cheeks making her squeak into his mouth.
"Grab that towel," he commands. She hands it to him, and he spreads it out on the bench seat in the shower. Silly her, didn't even notice the other knob and the other shower head on the other side of the tiled shower until he turns it.
"That's amazing. I need this at home." she admits. "I said too much—"
"It's alright, Kitten. My shower is a lot like this one. I got the idea from this suite." he sticks his hand in the streaming water before he grins. "Come here beautiful," he coos before he sits down.
She knows exactly where he wants her.
A knee on either side of his hips and she's sinking down on his length.
She loves how he invades her, stealing her breath, filling her full of him. "master—" she purrs.
"That's my kitten—" his hands settle on her hips. Their lips meet again and together they chase their pleasure as the water rains down on them.
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"Are you sure? You're going to stay in that super-sized suite all night by yourself?" Poe teases.
"Hush!" she giggles. "Perhaps I'm tired and have a new book. Besides isn't this Kaydel's first time in Vegas? And your cousin is here? Besides the presentations you have to do—"
"Yeah, yeah I get the idea. Rey's on a mini vacay in Vegas. I still think you have a guy in there with you. I'll talk to you later—" and he hangs up before she can say anything else.
"Yeah, well you better not have one either," she murmurs.
"But you do—" his deep baritone rumbles behind her as he wraps his arms around her. He kisses down her neck leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
She turns in his arms. "Yes, I do—" she whispers against his lips before she claims them.
"Drop your phone—" his command rumbles through her and leaves goose bumps in its wake.
"Yes, Master—" she knows that is how—but then they aren't at the club and she feels, well so much younger than she ever has when she bites his jaw oh-so-gently. Which earns her another growl as he carries her through the suite.
Then he stops in front of the huge glass doors. "Open the door behind you," he says without letting her down.
"My arms aren't that long, Master," she giggles. Her arms are still firmly around his neck and there's no way she's letting go.
But then his chuckle joins her giggles as the tips them both over to try to reach the doorknob. She reaches to help and somehow, they get the patio door open.
The Nevada heat is a big change from the air-conditioned penthouse. "You know there's a pool out here, don't you?" She teases.
"That's why I told you to drop your phone—"
She doesn't even have a chance to catch her breath when he's jumping. Her arms tighten and his rumble of happiness is loud as the water envelopes them. He pushes them back to the surface when his long legs reach the bottom before hers does.
"Kylo!" she giggles when she can breathe again. "I can't see."
"Really?" is the last thing she hears before he picks her up, out of the water and throws her back into the pool. Back in the water, she swims away from him as she tries to think of her revenge.
This time when she surfaces, she does that little trick that teenage girls master as soon as they learn that it's not cool to come out of the water at the park pool on the same day your crush is there—head back, water up your nose but you still have to be cool, all while acting like the chlorine isn't burning your eyes.
She smoothes her hair back and looks for him—and she doesn't see him anywhere. Not sure what else to do, she squeals and decides that she can play this unspoken game too. Evidently, he's going to get her, maybe if she's naked—off goes her shorts and underwear—it will distract him enough—then her shirt, leaving her in only her cute bra.
"Damn it," she swears. "If this over chlorinated pool bleaches it," she mutters as she peels the lace and underwires off, "he's going to buy me a new one."
"I'm going to buy you what?" She hears from behind her. He scares her so much, that she ends up throwing her bra at him. "What's this?" he asks, and she wishes she could have caught this on video. The way his face changes when he realizes that she's skinny dipping and he's not. "Let me catch up—"
"Oh no—" she laughs as she swims away from him. She makes it to the other side of the pool and turns. He's still on the other side wrestling with his wet jeans. "Maybe he'll think twice before he does that again," she says to no one in particular.
"I heard that," she hears from the other side of the pool.
"You did not," she returns with a grin.
When she looks up again, he's gone. His clothes are on the sidewalk beside the pool, but there's not even a ripple in the water marking where he was. The giddy feeling she would get when she was much younger and playing Marco Polo returns. She starts looking, and about the same time the moving shape under the water gets closer, someone's hand wraps around her ankle.
"Eeeeeek!" She screeches as he pulls her under, again. He really needs to stop doing that, she decides as she comes back up for air. As soon as she flips her wet hair out of her eyes, he's doing the same. The laughter stills, but their smiles linger as their eyes meet.
And she knows that this is one of those moments she will treasure for the rest of her life. When she is old and grey and lonely, she will remember how her master, her Kylo looked at her today.
"Kira? What's wrong?" He asks as he pulls her front to his.
She answers by wrapping her arms around his neck and whispers in his ear, "This is the perfect memory. I'll never forget it."
As if he can pick up on her melancholy, his lips meet hers. It's not a passionate kiss like they've had in the past, drawing from one another as if they would die without the feel of the other's lips on theirs.
This kiss is more of a 'I see you' kind of thing. That no matter what happens, they will always have Vegas. It's on the tip of her tongue to ask the impossible—she even has to stop a snot when she thinks of the reactions of Grandpa's lawyers coming back from Vegas married to probably a mobster because she doesn't know any cops who can afford these Vegas high-roller penthouses.
But she knows that deep down he won't accept her family's money. So, she keeps on kissing her forgotten Prince.
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"Feed me—" she murmurs. They fell asleep after breaking in the bed on his side of the suite.
His arms tighten around her. "And what would my Queen like?"
"Your Queen?" She props herself up so she can look into his eyes. "I'd rather be your Kitten, Master."
"Yes, I do like that better. Now, what does my kitten wish to eat?"
"Pizza? Let's veg out on pizza while watching bad horror movies?"
"How about sci-fi instead?"
"I don't care what we watch, I just want to lay around naked with you."
"I like the way you think," he murmurs as she reaches for her phone. "What are you doing?"
"It's been forever since I've been to Vegas. Who makes good pizza and I don't want a chain pizza place."
He reaches for his phone. "My co-workers were talking about this place—Alfonso's. they'll deliver anything on the menu."
"I already know what I want, pizza with everything but olives and I guess a salad."
She watches his swipe the screen on his phone. Dinner, tomorrow—she'll have to pay. "Do you want a diet coke?"
"Please." she picks up her phone from where she dropped it a moment ago. "You know, we have three refrigerators. We could order from a grocery store too."
"It sounds like we're going to hide in here until Sunday." He grins, loving the way her face lights up.
"Now you're getting the idea. In here we can be who we want to be and not have to worry about anyone else."
"I like the way you think. Get some milk and cereal too. You look like a middle of the night snacker."
She can't stop her giggle if she tried. "How can you tell?"
"If I tell you that I have the force, would it count?"
"Let's go watch Galaxy Wars!" She jumps up, still naked, hair curling wildly making it stand on it's end.
He has to stay and watch her leave the room, loving every moment—
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When her eyes start to close as she's drooling on his chest in the middle of the second movie of the series, he knows she's as tired as he is. A kiss on the forehead and a squeeze she opens her eyes with a smile.
An unspoken sentiment of—we could get used to this hangs in the air between them. But instead of giving it a voice, she crawls off of him then offers him a hand up. Arms around each other, they go back to the last bedroom they were in before.
"Do you need to shower?" he asks.
"Nah, I'll have time in the morning. What time do you have to leave?"
"By nine at least." They don't mention or ask about how Kylo's going to get to Los Angeles—
"Oh good," she grins. "Breakfast!"
"You don't miss many meals, do you?"
"You've noticed that?" She blushes as she pulls his t-shirt off, leaving her naked.
"It's alright—"
She's not sure why she does it, maybe she's ready for him to know something real about her. "My parents were drunks. Sometimes we would have food—" feeling suddenly vulnerable, she slides under the covers. "But most of the time we didn't. I learned early to eat when I can."
His boxers hit the floor and then he's under the blankets with her, open arms offering all the comfort and love she never got when she needed it. Her bare skin against his, she can't stop her moan that escapes.
"Hey, I've got you." his finger is under her chin as he tilts her head back so their eyes meet. "Never again, Kitten. You'll never be alone again not if I have anything to say about it."
Her arms tighten around him and a kiss, the sweetest kiss she's ever gotten he gives her. He reaches the lamp, and turns off the light leaving them in darkness. The lights of the Vegas strip serve as their nightlight as they lay in the dark. She feels his body relax and just when she's so tempted to tell him who she really is—a small snore is her answer.
She kisses the skin under her cheek and closes her eyes, welcoming sleep.
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"What—" she looks under the covers where Kylo, her master is in-between her legs—getting his own breakfast evidently. The tingle begins and even before she can catch her breath a wave of pleasure washes over her. "Fuck—" a shiver of rapture and she's coming again.
He barely gives her a chance to catch her breath when he sinks his hardness deep inside her. His lips are on hers as he begins to thrust. She turns her head with a giggle, and he actually stops fucking her. "I love morning sex too, but I have morning breath. I'll kiss you after I brush."
He rolls his eyes and still gives her a wink. "Fine, fine, but I want more than one kiss."
"Yes," she has to stop mid-sentence for the moan she utters. "Master. Anything you want."
"Anything?" he asks with a very mischievous look making his eyes sparkle.
"Oh—" he hits a better spot making her even wetter. Then he lowers his head, and then between kisses and nibbles, he leaves his marks while increasing his speed.
They then come together moaning Kylo and Kitten into each other's flesh.
He rests until he's soft enough to slide out. She kisses his cheek, and asks, "what was that for?"
"To remember me while you lunch with someone else."
She giggles. To think he sounds like he's jealous of Lor San Tekka. If only he knew.
"How can I forget you— come on, lets shower."
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"Do you always look this good in a suit?" She watches him try to adjust his tie in the mirror. She finally sets down the hair dryer and brush and turns him to face her. Once again she doesn't miss how this is no ordinary suit, it's clearly something designer a personal shopper picked up for him at Saks or Bergdorf Goodman's.
An odd little daydream of her picking out his clothes for him makes her insides feel all warm and fuzzy.
"What's that smile for?" He mirrors what must be her goofy smile.
"I'm being silly—" is all she says as she touches his tie. She pulls it loose then tightens it like she would help grandfather with in his last days. Then she wonders if Grandfather would approve of Kylo—
"Tell me?" His question is quiet but serious.
"I like to shop and I was picturing going shopping for you. See it's silly—"
"it's not. I would love for us to go—do you want to do it here or at home?"
Home. The way he says it feels like there's more between them.
Home.
Why does her heart do that funny little flip when she pictures it, him, them in her apartment.
She shrugs. "Here?" She finishes with his tie and pats his chest. "Now."
"Do I look presentable?"
"You do. Question—why are you dressing now? I know it's not a long flight—"
"I'll change for the ride back. And honestly, I'm wearing this now not only to get better service in first class—but so I can hurry to the meeting and get back to you."
"Aww," she coos and he echoes making them both laugh.
"Do you want me to bring you anything back?"
"No—just you."
"Just me?" He asks.
"Yep—just you."
The Vegas chapters is going to be pure fluff until-