The hot water grazed Koun's flesh. The streams caressing his wound up muscles. He took a deep breath as he ruminated on the recent events.

Vision was burred, a cold chill running up his spine. The aids rushed to help John get back on his feet and escorted him out of the room. He couldn't make out their words that was spoken but presumed that he was going to the hospital. No word yet if he has a concussion or any other injury. He didn't know when his life raft was circulating around his hand but his fingers gripped on to it with all he had. There wasn't a word that was exchanged as they finally made eye contact. But she knew he was slipping away again. And she gripped even tighter.

That's how they ended up here. Him in the bathroom, her on the other side of the door doing who knows what. He lathered up his hair in between his fingers. Scrubbing away all his uneasiness. Hoping that it would all rinse, the anxiety, the guilt, all of it. Unlike the times before, he had no mask to hide under. Not clean form everything (but Kuon knew no amount of water and soap could fix that), his wrist twisted with the faucet off. Dripping wet, he grabbed a towel to dry off.

Kyoko was waiting eagerly in Tsuruga's hotel suite. Heart was thumping in her chest as she looked around, couch facing the tv with a coffee table, huge California king sized bed (that she is by now used to seeing), kitchenette and a seating area with table. It reminded her of the times they shared when he was actor X. Not much different actually, She peered around some more. Her eyes scanned the room but found herself lingering on the bed. Except there was two beds.

She began to wonder why she willed herself to be here. It seemed almost sinful now to be in the room alone with your love interest right beyond the bathroom door. God knows what he's like right now in that room. Heat crept up on her cheeks when she flashed back to a moment in time where she thought he slept in the tub. Barging in unannounced worried he could drown or at the very least get a cold. All because he was taking too long in the shower. That damn Shotaro was always quick. I thought all men were like that. She got annoyed with her past self. "Are you jumping in?" Still rang in her ears as she pulled the curtain away from the shower in a huff of worry. His smile with a demon like stare sent static tingles around her flesh even to this very day. The way the streams of water curved around his muscles... his dripping wet body imprinted in the back of her mind. It was like her nerve endings were live wire shooting off fire at her. It took every bit of her willpower to be nonchalant about what she had just did. Just smile and nod saying, "Maybe next time, dinner is ready" and closed the plastic barrier between them.

She let out a huff even now recalling everything. Face burning even brighter. Damn she cursed herself forevermore from that moment. Half hating herself for walking in, other for not looking down. How could I be so stupid. She scrunched up her mouth wanting to pull her hair out but settled for just a single stomp of a foot. She was truly to sinful. Motioning to the couch she sat solemnly on the cushion. Kyoko tightly bit her lip while she didn't dare let another flash pass. The taste of salt reemerged in her mouth; the taste of his skin. His voice was a low grumble in his throat when he moaned in pleasure. Feeling his vocal cords vibrate underneath her lips. Brushing his own ebony hair away from his face to give her a better angle. Arching his own neck in to 'Setsuka's' pronounced mark. The hungry eyes he gave her as she pulled away from his throbbing neck. Locked, probably knowing full well that she was entranced under his spell. Shameful, echoed in her head as she gave into her own temptation. The poor man is having hard ships again and here you are. The bush of his naked torso in-between her legs crawling up in her mind. Tingling her thighs as she reminds her self of her full view that night. If he knew what you thinking about that man would never speak to you again. She kicked her head back feeling so low about herself. Clenching her jaw and tried with all her might to think of anything else. Just to get her mind away from those treacherous thoughts.

After she calmed herself down, Kyoko hung her head low. Her sights focused on her lap. I am so pathetic. If I was Bo or Setsu I would find out the source of his problems,… maybe. A voice whispered in her ear, What about Rey? Her eyes squinted lingering on that thought. The thought bounced around a bit in her mind, Rey… even if she was afraid she would do something. She is brave and daring. Even after everything that has happened in her life, Rey never lacks compassion. Kyoko thought back to the interrogation scene that they both had. The way the lines called for them two to take in their features. Kylo took off his mask in front of her, Would enemies do that. Despite everything they did connect, linking minds. They were drawn to each other. Both seeing their deepest concerns and fears. They are literally in each other's heads. She crossed an arm over her chest, the other was resting her head as the gears turned more. If anything,... if Kylo was ever venerable like this moment she would sympathize. Being the last of a kind. Her eyebrows popped up, "They are both two-halves of a whole protagonists." She mumbled coming into clarity.That's the only thing that makes sense. She never really put it all together before that. If this story goes on to sequels they would probably end up on the same side. They are the only 'force' users. The only known people left to use magic. She felt a heated glow built up in her chest discovering a new side of her character.

There was a click of the door close. She turned sight on him exiting the bathroom. She quickly stood on her feet unsure what to do next. Rey definitely would want to help him too. She rubbed her hands unsteady. Summoning the courage Kyoko needed. He wasn't looking her in the eyes while he walked passed her. Headed to the kitchen. She took a fast step forward, "Ren." He stopped in his tracks. "If you are getting a drink. That's not going to help." As if she knew. Slowly he turned his sights to her. Stunned by her words. She made her way to the broken individual. His gaze examined her body as she came closer, landing on her face. Locking eyes once more. Faithfully finding their bodies just a finger tip away. Her head tilted up to view his face better. She saw his jaw twitch, then slightly lick the top of his lip and nipping at the seam. Her gaze met back up at his, "I don't know what conflict you have, but it's tearing you apart." There was a beat of silence matching the beating in her chest. It was like a pull of gravity when she whispered, "I'll help you".

Kuon tired to keep his body from unhinging. Wondering if this was some twisted fantasy, a divine being playing their devious tricks again. His eyes peered into her eyes, stare staggering. Damn his throat became extremely thirsty. An appetence that would not be satisfied by what could be found in the kitchen. His eyes glistened with hunger. A new being was entering his body, beckoning to emerge. Trying his best to conjure up the words to speak. "You…" He sounded as if he was amazed, brows knitted together. He saw her eyes innocently look up at his eyes and found his back at her mouth. "Just you." She nodded while he spoke. "Let me help," another whisper yelled in his ears. Inches away he might have dared to—.

A buzz vibrated up the coffee table. It broke their connection as they both whipped their heads to the source. Kyoko tore away from their magnetic field to find her phone. A sigh of relief passed through her lips, "It's Yashiro." A tiny smile crossed her lips as she continued to read the text, "Just a hard hit but thankfully no real harm. John will be okay for when we go on first location." Thumps of heavy footsteps got louder behind her. A sudden warmth found her shoulder. It was a silent attack, or so her demons would scream out. Kyoko only slightly shifted her head to the source of heat when an assault on all her senses occurred. The smell of fresh lathered hair of vanilla; the feel of her neck on fire as his skin touched hers; the look of him at peace; salt once again remerged to her tongue while her ears rang echoes, "Stay…please". All she could do was nod.

End of Ch. 11

Bonus:

She cussed in her mind while finding herself wrapped up in his arms. You have the worse luck.

They both stared at the bed, blinking for a few minutes. She took a breath — "No I am not letting you sleep on the couch I will." Ren started to get a blanket and a pillow from off the ... There was a tug on the curve of his arm. Kyoko tugged back pulling him away, "But you are my senior! I refused to have you sleep there." He paused debating their opinions, jaw clenched, lips dry. He choked on his words fearing rejection like he once did as Cain, "We could share the bed." Both unaware of other hearts pounding. Hearing the thumps beat in their own ears. Her pupils dilated while her mouth hung open. He was a second from backing away from the idea. The way he was peering down at her, ..there was just something in his eyes that knew she couldn't say no even if she tried.

She took deep breaths, counting fairies once again. A soft sleepy moan escaped his parted lips. Pulling her closely in to his warm body. Her own was stiff as a board, she didn't dare to move. Her sight shifted to see the sleeping man right next to her. Unconsciously, she tossed her body to get abetter view. His ebony strands looked so soft, and his face was innocent as a sleeping child's. She found her arm extending to comb his bangs away from his fluttering eyes. Her fingertips tangled up in his hair. Slowly her own eyes closed satisfied with the sensation of petting him softly. Taking a deep, relaxing breath while she drifted to sleep. Definitely, unlucky.


A/n: I hope you like this chapter. I have to admit I was a little tipsy writing it too. lol So I hope the Rose Tequila just improves it all. I also used a bit of the Last Jedi scene in this. Rey and Kylo Ren came out to play taking over their bodies. ;)