2/4/36 ABY

There are some rumors that Kylo wishes to explore deeper.

For example, he is aware, in the sense of he's heard people, soldiers, talking about what they intend to do with their 'friends' or the pleasure specialists, so he knows there are more ways to have sex than him on top or her on top. (Though so far, he's enjoyed those options quite a bit.) Or with their mouths.

He's just… not entirely sure what they may be.

Because that's pretty much all he's ever done.

He's sort of remembering them on their sides the first night, but at this point he's not entirely sure if that actually happened or if he dreamed it. (Though he's thinking that if he can dream it, he can do it… Probably. One of these mornings they'll linger in bed long enough to try that again, because he's thinking that's going to be a very good way to wake up.)

And, she's sat in his lap, grinding on him, so… That's likely an option. Maybe even in his pool. (The idea of which he likes quite a bit, too.)

But that's pretty much where his imagination peters out.

He's got the sense though, that there's probably more.

He knows she has books. Any time he goes to Lirium, and it's pouring down rain, which is happening more often now that it's fully autumn, he finds her in her cottage reading something.

He also knows not to ask where she got the books. Wherever her cottage was before, he knows he's not supposed to know. It's a place. Orlac apparently runs it. She was there. He let her read. Now she's not there. But she seems to have a very well-stocked data-pad.

He's never poked at it before, but… People write books about things they like. He can't imagine he's the only person in the galaxy who likes sex and wants to learn more about it.

And, worst comes to worst, he tries, and there's nothing there.

They're wrapping up dinner. Since the children have moved in, they've taken to eating and… anything else they'd really prefer not to be interrupted at… at his place. The kids are curious, and have a tendency to hang around her when they aren't at their work, but are pretty good at letting Rey have a few hours a night to 'meditate undisturbed.' But with the children there, she prefers to sleep nearby. If there's a problem in the night, she wants to be close enough to do something about it.

It's… he supposes it's a lot like living in a place where you have several different rooms. The home he was born in had a dining room, and his bedroom, and a room for his parents, and a reading room, and a bathroom, and some other ones he didn't spend any time in. So, sometimes he'd be in one room, and sometimes he'd go to another, and that was just… life.

Just, some of their rooms are on a ship in the middle of the galaxy, and some of them are in a cottage on a planet in the middle of nowhere.

As he's tidying up their plates, he says, "Do you mind if I read your data pad?"

She's startled and a little surprised by that. He does read. A lot. He's got data pads coming out of his ears, all stuffed with reports and plans and more reports and other plans and…

"You want to read my pad?"

He nods. "I… have an idea. I want to see if I'm right."

She shrugs and then says, "Early night at my place?"

They have sex most nights, but just snuggling up to read and sleep is always an option. Even Force wielders have long days and get tired.

He shakes his head, and lays a kiss on her throat. "I hope not." Then he's gone. A moment later, he's back with the pad. It lives next to her bed, and he's seen her use it enough to know the code on it.

He tosses it on his bed, and takes off his tunic and gloves, leaving him in his shirt and trousers. Then he flops onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow, folding it up and tucking it under his chest before reaching for the pad.

She comes closer, undoing her belt, taking off her bracer, crawling onto the bed, and settling herself on his back.

She kisses his shoulder, and he turns his face, pressing against her hers, feeling very content for a moment, before grinning at her, then, making sure she's reading along with him, he finds the search feature and types in SEX.

He feels her gasp, and the wave of curiosity that goes with it. "I never thought to look." The datapad spits back 34,968 responses. "We're going to be here all night, and not in a good way," Rey says, noticing that all of the titles on the first screen are all about the biology of sex, sex differences, mating habits in various creatures, and not what Kylo's looking for.

FUCKING

That gets three naughty poems, two dictionaries of slang, a novel, and a play.

"That's more of a library than I was expecting," Kylo says.

"Still not what you're looking for, right?"

He rubs the back of his head against her chin. He'll read the poems later, and the novel if he ever gets an entire afternoon free again. "Not exactly."

He's tapping his finger against the pad, trying to think of another search term. She reaches down and types in NUDE.

That pulls up… "Oh!" Kylo says, feeling his skin heat up.

Rey wriggles a little on his back.

Of course Orlac's library would have books of nudes. He ran an art school for the Force's sake! Lots of them. Beautiful ones. Erotic ones. Scary ones. Black and white and color and everything in between. All different shapes and sizes and sexes and genders and races and species and… Anything that might like looking at naked versions of itself or others has pictures in there.

Kylo narrows it with HUMAN NUDES, and that gets it more into the sort of territory they're interested in.

Rey leans over his shoulder and adds EROTIC to it.

And that's where the good stuff is. Close to 200 titles pop up.

Her lips are touching his ear as she says, voice low, "What's got you thinking about this?"

"You… Things I want to do with you…" He looks away from the pad and the list of titles they haven't clicked on, yet. She's looking down at him, and he half shrugs. "Everything I've mastered, I trained for. Studied. Learned. Practiced. I know I don't… know much about this, and… It seems like the kind of thing I'd like to learn more about." He gives her a quick kiss. "With you."

"You're good at this."

He smiles at her. "Maybe I could be better?"

"Feels good to me."

He kisses her. "Good."

He feels some doubt creep into her mind. "You think it's good, too, right?"

He holds her up with the Force and rolls over so he can face her easily, and kiss her without straining. Then gently settles her against his front. He's already hard, and rubs it against her a bit. "If I don't think it's good, nothing happens."

"Nothing was happening. I was on your back."

"My back likes you on me, and I like the idea of looking at pictures like this, with you."

That takes her by surprise.

"And I like the idea of you looking at them, picking something out, and having me try it with you." He kisses her again. "And I'll probably want to try just about everything I see with you. I want to try everything I can imagine, and I want to be able to imagine even more, and…" and he's not sure how to say he's had sex with ladies who weren't terribly interested in if he was any good at it, because the sex part, specifically if they got anything out of it, wasn't the point of it. And he doesn't want that, with her. And he thinks they're good, but maybe better is out there. And he's never been good at much of anything, not without studying, and this might be like with the training droids, where the only reason he's good is because he can use the Force, and he'd like to be good in his own right and… it might be fun.

She kisses the tip of his nose. And then his forehead. "It's complicated in there, isn't it?"

He shrugs. "Look at some pretty pictures with me?"

"Sure."

He props the pillows up at the head of his bed, and then scoots up, back against the headboard, legs spread in front of him. She settles between them, back to his chest. He holds the pad, and she's in charge of flipping from picture to picture.

She clicks at one of the book more or less at random. The names of the artists don't mean anything to either of them.

They're charcoal sketches, more the suggestion of bodies than anything explicit. Kylo can see enjoying drawing something like that, the feel of the charcoal on paper, and swoop of the lines is probably pleasing, but not necessarily looking at them. Rey's fairly indifferent to them, and they flip through, fast.

The second book is male nudes, also drawings. Rey's vastly more interested in them than he is. They're all… very… male. Extremely male. He gently bites the crest of her ear and says quietly, "I've seen literally thousands of naked men in the showers over the years, and none of them have those proportions."

She's intently looking at the extremely fit gentleman in front of them, and then says, "What would you do with that? I mean, I don't think it would fit... anywhere." She's looking from her hand to the picture and back to her hand, and he can feel she's fairly sure she can't wrap a hand around that, let alone anything else.

Kylo laughs at that, feeling a bit goofy. "Strut around and let people look at it. Not much good for anything else. You'd pass out from low blood pressure if it ever got hard enough to use."

She giggles at that, and flicks to the next picture... Apparently, at least in the world of those drawings, it can get hard without knocking out its owner, and there is a place that fits, which it's owner seems quite pleased by, and it's not a place either she, or Kylo, had ever imagined fitting something like that.

They look at each other, somewhat scandalized, shake their heads, and Kylo flicks to the next book.

This one is much more to Kylo's liking, and he feels Rey's breath catch at the first image, so it seems to be working for her, too.

They're photographs, black and white, elegant, sensual, and if he hadn't already been hard, his shaft would have sprung into action at the sight of these.

The first one… It's a person. He thinks it's a woman, but from the angle he's not sure, and doesn't much care. He can see a hip, and the dip of a low back, and she… he… has nicely toned muscles, but nothing much to distinguish which sex it may be. The person kissing the top of her/his buttock is male. Strong jaw, full lips, a bit of stubble, gentle brush of lips on skin.

It's making Kylo squirm, because seeing it, he can imagine doing it to Rey. Her standing, naked, before him, and he'd kneel, run his lips from the crest of her hip to buttock, and down the inside of her leg, sucking soft pink marks into her skin.

The next shot doesn't have any faces in it. A couple, spooning, from shoulders to knees. This one is definitely male and female. Kylo wonders if they look like that when they're falling asleep. Probably. The male's a lot bigger than his companion, and he's wrapped around her completely.

And in the next shot, his hands are roaming. Her legs are flush to each other, but he's cupping her delta in his palm, and again, there are no faces in the shot, but Kylo's got a good sense from the arch of her back, and the way she's gripping his wrist, that she likes what he's doing.

And apparently she wants him to do it with his tongue, too. There's a shot of the woman, straddling the man's face. Her back is bent, head back, mouth open, eyes closed. She's not classically beautiful of face. He doubts he'd look twice at her if she were one of his officers, in full uniform, but the expression is captivating. It's shot from above and behind, so they can't see much of the man, just that he's got one hand extended, cupping her breast.

The next shot is the close up of her breast, and his fingers, lightly stroking a hard nipple.

Kylo's squirming harder, because he definitely wants to do that with Rey now. Wants her kneeling above his face, rocking against his lips.

And she's rearranging them, so she's straddling his legs, not between them.

Her hips roll at that next image, the couple, standing, her leg crooked over his hip, his hand cupped under her bottom. His mouth on her collar bone, her face pressed to his temple, her hand in his hair.

Kylo licks her ear and says quietly, "Standing." That triggers a memory of what may have been a dream or maybe the Force bond or… He's not sure, but he was standing in the pool, he remembers that now. That picture though… he doesn't think the way it is in the photograph is an option, not for them. He's too tall and Rey's too short, but he can pick her up and…

And the next picture's more or less exactly what he was thinking. She's climbed her companion, arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips, and he's holding her up. She's high enough up that he's looking up at her, and she's looking down at him, and between the position, and the naked bodies, and the facial expressions, Kylo's not sure if he wants to stroke himself to this photograph or hang it up on his wall as art.

He definitely wants to do this with Rey.

He's also realizing that he does not, in fact, need two hands to hold the data pad. One of them could be holding her, and as soon as that thought goes wandering from the back of his mind to the front, his hand is worming its way into her shirt, looking to find skin.

She moans, softly, when his fingers find her breast, and arches into his touch, rocking her hips, too.

It's not one of the pictures, but it's occurring to him that if her pants were located anywhere other than on her body, and his pants were likewise not on him, she could just slip onto him, the way they are now, and he could touch her all over, and instead of the sweet, diffuse pleasure of her butt rocking against him, he could be feeling the sharp, concentrated joy of her body on his.

That hand goes wandering down, looking for the top button on her pants.

She flips to the next picture.

He feels it thrill through her, and it's working a treat for him, too. They'd only have to shift a bit, and get rid of all of this clothing. If they ever do this again, and he really hopes they do, they're doing it naked.

He undoes the button on her pants, pulls down the zip, and she rubs her maomao against his palm.

"That one?" he asks.

"Yes."

He kisses her shoulder and neck and jaw, "Yes…"

The lady's on the bed, on her stomach, spread out, and this is the first of the pictures where everything is on display. Her companion is kneeling over her, hands and knees, his legs between hers, his hands on the bed next to her shoulders. He's kissing his way down her spine, and his shaft is a hair away from touching her, slipping in, and Kylo's thinking it's a good thing he didn't know pictures like this existed when he was a teenager, because if he had, he would have done nothing but look at them and stroke himself.

In a second, she's up, turning, ripping off her clothing, and he is, too. She's already mostly undressed, so it doesn't take her that long.

He on the other hand…

"Did the person who made these not like you, or something?" Rey asks as she's fighting with Kylo's pants. "These things are ridiculous. Why do they have so many buttons?"

Kylo would have to admit that's a question he's never asked, but as he's thinking about it, perhaps he doesn't need trousers with a fifteen button fly.

"Says the girl with the sleeves that take ten minutes to put on." Though it's taken all of ten seconds to pull them off.

"On! When have you ever complained about me staying longer?"

"Good point!" He just yanks the fabric apart, and the remaining three buttons go flying. "I'm getting a fucking kilt. You could just flip it up."

That makes her laugh as she's pushing off his pants and undershorts. "You've got bony knees."

"I'll strike terror through the galaxy in a black kilt, with my pale, white, bony knees!" He poses for her, hands on his hips, chest puffed out, shorts around said knees, standing on his bed.

They're both laughing at that.

She yanks those shorts down, and grabs him by the back of the knee, taking him down onto the bed, then she pounces on top of him.

He wriggles under her, enjoying the feel of her body on top of his, her lips on his, and all of her sweet, sweet skin making his skin sing.

"You keep," he says between kisses, "doing this," and more, "and we're not" another kiss, "going to get to that picture."

Then she's off of him, spread out on her stomach across his bed, and for a moment he's just got to look.

For a moment. Then his fingertips find her skin, and he trails them over her shoulders and arms, down the lines of her back, across her buttocks, between them, fast and light, finding her wet and slick and waiting for him, and then down the insides of her legs.

He doesn't know how the man in the picture felt when it was being taken. He does know how he feels, hot and tense and powerful and primal.

He's already on the bed, so he can't exactly stalk her, but he can feel the idea of it. She's sleeping, having an excellent dream, a sexy one, spread out because it's warm and she doesn't need any blankets, and he's moving across the room, silent, slipping up on her, knees between hers, stretching out a bit, hands supporting him as his lips find her neck and back and that contact makes her moan, a soft, ragged, needy sound.

Hearing that is rushing through him, making him even harder, tenser, more ready to pounce.

Rey cants her hips a little, brushing against his tip, and that's all the invitation he needs.

He arches forward, sinking into her with a loud gasp. His arms come to rest under her shoulder, his hands cupped around them, and his lips find her back.

She's moaning, too. He's at a really good angle right now. The one that hits that spot and makes her body light up.

Her head rears up and he's laying soft kisses and sharp little nips up her shoulder and neck while rocking his hips slow and steady.

She's flexing up to meet him, liquid and hot, and as long as they keep going slow and easy, this works.

This is good. It's sending sparks up his legs and shaft and balls and he really likes it… But, it's not enough. He could probably do this all night, and mostly just get an extremely pleasant workout out of it. And he can feel from the way she's moving, that frustrated roll of her hips, that she's in the same ship.

Can't go too deep like this. Can't pull back too far or he slips out. He can't really get to her pearl. But… he could be on his knees, and she could be on her hands and knees, and they could probably go really fast and deep like that, and the idea of how it'd feel and look flashes through him, with a rush of hot pleasure.

He pulls back, kneeling, and takes her hips in his hands, pulling her up, too. She's a few inches off the bed when she freezes, and he feels her go cold, and a flash of red fear and pain. He knows, too late, that there are some bad memories associated with this position.

He lets go and stops, dead. "I'm… we don't… Not…"

She raises herself onto her hands and knees. "I want to… enjoy this… too. Just… keep talking to me." Make me know it's you. Keep me out of the memories.

"You sure?" We really don't have to do this.

"Yes."

"Okay… How about." He's holding himself by the base, and just touches her with the tip of it. "You move onto me. I'm going to stay still, you just, come to me. Set the pace, do it how you like it, okay?"

"Okay…" And she does, slowly, easing back.

He keeps his hands gentle, soft, stroking along her back and hips…. Talking… Shit, he's got no idea what to say, and he doesn't want her to stop or get lost, but there are basically no words in his head right now, and…

Uhnh! It's not exactly a word, but it's heartfelt. She's right up against him, and the angle is sweet and... He rocks against her, a little, nothing too hard or fast, just a bit more friction, roll of his hips.

Her head drops, and a strangled "Kylo!" pants from her lips.

"Yeah… It me… Just keep moving, love, keep moving… make us both feel sweet."

She does, rocking all the way forward, and all the way back, and both of them are gasping at it.

"Oh… It's good… so good… oh fuck!" His eyes are closed, head back, focusing himself in and down to the feel of her on him, and controlling his desire to thrust hard and fast and deep. "So sweet…" He swallows hard. She's all the way back again and grinding against him, looking for an angle that sparks through her, and he feels her shudder when she gets it, the one where he hits right there.

"Feels good?"

She groans, which he takes as a yes.

He opens his eyes, watching her move against him, and that pulls him even higher, harder. "It looks so good…" He swallows hard, seeing her body sliding against his. "I'm never closing my eyes again." It's just so… "Beautiful…" She's wet and glistening and clinging to him on the outstroke and enveloping him on the instroke and he's a liar by another two strokes because if he keeps watching he's going to spurt, hard, now. Soft, needy sounds keep panting out from between his lips, and none of them are words, but it's voice and… he licks his lips and says, "I'm getting a mirror… Next time we do this, I want you to see how good this looks, too."

"Good?"

"So good…" his eyes open again and it's just… "So good…" His eyes slide shut and he gives himself a hard squeeze to slow himself down.

She pulls all the way off of him, giving him another few breaths to get under control before easing back. Another low groan pours out of his mouth. "Oh…" exhaled on each breath as his hips roll against her. He doesn't think he could be still right now if his life depended on it.

"Kylo!" her voice, up a few octaves. That roll's doing good things for her, too.

"Yeah… Oh love… feel me… feel me…" It's so intense. Probably because he's only touching her with his shaft and fingertips. Everything's focused down to one, long, shuddering slide.

He's breathing faster, rocking harder against her, hips and thighs and butt flexing, and he wants to grab her by the hips, pull her against him, bury himself in fast, hard thrusts.

His hands fall to her hips and he chokes out, "Can I?"

"YES!"

Her head is back, back arched, hips and butt flush to him, and he's squeezing hard, pulling her closer, himself deeper, rocking faster. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…" it's a mantra, punctuating each thrust.

He's so close; his motions are getting jagged, and his fine muscle control is shot. He's just hanging on long enough to feel her start to twitch and… "OH FUCK!" she does, shuddering around him, and he's gone, everything in his body releasing at once as he pulls her against him hard, burying himself for a good long pulse, and then a few sharp thrusts, and then quiet, both of them awash in pounding hearts and heavy breaths.

He drops to his hands, his chin against her shoulder, and kisses gently, though mostly he's just resting, his lips against her.

When he feels like his joints are working again, he reaches down, cupping her maomao. He kisses her ear, and says, "Me. Just me. No fear or pain or bad memories. Just me." He's still hard enough for another thrust, gentle and easy this time. "Just us, and just this, sweet, sweet this."

Her hand finds his, and gives him a gentle squeeze.

Uhnh!

"Kylo!"

The first and least desirable job of a new recruit to the First Order is cleaning staff. And, while it's true that there are droids that can move through the Supremacy cleaning things, it's also true that for a lot of the new recruits, some sort of simple task that allows the higher ups to see how good you are at following orders, the kind of job you'll do while following those orders, and the kind of information you may ferret out by following those orders, is vitally important to figuring out where you'll go next.

It is also true that, for security purposes, Kylo's private chambers have one door. That door is off of his office, which is behind his throne room.

Because he is never, simultaneously, located in his office and his private room, and because no one else is ever in his private room when he's in his office, Kylo is woefully unaware of how bad the sound-proofing in his private chamber is.

Each night, new recruits, in teams of two clean his office. They sweep the floor, dust his desk and conference table, take out any trash there may be (there never is), and tidy any messes. Other than occasionally having to go after bloodstains and similar human detritus that the janitorial droid may have missed, there are rarely any messes in Kylo's office.

So, on most nights, cleaning his office takes a matter of minutes.

And on most nights there's nothing to hear while the janitors are there.

But sometimes…

The cleaners share a look, and a smirk. The Supreme Leader is having a very good time tonight. Someone in the officer-eat-officer world of the First Order will pay well for this tidbit of information. It's just a matter of finding the right ear.