"And when the moment is right, you will crush him, and break his heart, so that he may never feel the pull of the light again."
You were staring at the General with wide eyes, were you still dreaming? This whole concept was absolutely crazy.
"You're serious?"
He looked at you for a moment and then spoke, "If you chose to not do this I can personally guarantee that you will never see your family again." You looked at him in his cool toned eyes, searching for truth.
"My family, is alive?" Your voice caught in your throat. "They won't be for long if you do not cooperate." His steely gaze chilled you to the core.
"I'll do it."
How were you to break a man's heart, if it seemed as though he didn't have one? He was robotic and cold. It didn't help that he wore that damned trash bucket 24/7. You slowly got up from the chair, "You need to sign this to make our deal official." Turning you saw a piece of parchment laying on his neat desk. You didn't even feel the desire to ruin his perfectly aligned pens, you were frightened.
"Where do I sign?"
He grabbed your hand and with his other presented a sharp knife. What in the hell? Taking the sharp object he sliced the palm of your hand and turned it down, so that your freshly drawn blood would drip on the paper. When it did, the First Order insignia slowly made itself visible on the paper. "Our deal is done, you may leave." With shaky legs you walked out of the cold office and cradled your palm. Blood was seeping into your other hand and tears threatened to spill.
You ran down towards the dark corner of the base to where your prison was. Why had everything gone to shit, why did this have to happen to you? It wasn't as if you were a bad person, you never did anything seriously wrong. Stolen a few cookies, sure, wine as a teen, guilty as charged. But never anything as severe to deserve this. As you rounded the corner into your secluded hallway of doom, you ran into someone and fell.
"Fuck."
You gritted your teeth in pain, and looked up. You were shocked to see a tall man, in dark clothing with strong nose and soft looking lips. He had big brown eyes, and silky raven hair, seemed young. Perhaps around your age. "So sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." You sputtered out an apology.
"I don't believe we've met?" You asked softly. He was so handsome, surly you would've met him before.
"I'm (y/n)." You got up from the floor to shake his hand, but quickly realized your right hand had a huge gash in it and was still bleeding. The man glanced at your hand, "Follow me." His deep voice rumbled in his chest.
Holy Hoth, was this man real.
He lead you down the hallway towards your quarters, how did he know where you lived? However, when he reached the two doors, he turned to the left and swiftly entered the password to Kylo's room.
"Come." You followed him into the dark room, it was empty save for a couch, bed, chest, and door to what must be a bathroom. He sat you down onto the black couch and went through the closed door. A few seconds later the man came back out with a first aid kit.
"How are you allowed to be in here, do you have the security overrides or something?" He raised one eyebrow at you and murmured, "Quiet girl." Your lips closed tight together and you let him do his work. He took out a small container of a silver liquid, "This should heal the cut." Taking out the dropper he placed the liquid along the seams of your cut.
"OUCH!" You screamed in pain, however before you could say anything else the man gestured towards your palm. Within seconds your deep gash was scabbed over. "How in the?"
You looked into his eyes. Whoever this man was, he seemed to come from god himself. His light brown eyes stared back at you, analyzing every inch of your face. He didn't have to help you, and yet he did. "Thank you."
Your eyes didn't move from one another for a while, "What's your name?" You softly broke the silence. He looked at you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, he seemed to be thinking about his response.
"Ben."
It was as if you were drawn to him, he was dark and intriguing. You started to slowly move forward towards his face, it was a subconscious action and yet he didn't seem to mind, and if he did he wasn't showing it. You could've sworn he was moving forward too, and soon enough your lips were inches away from each other. His hand came up to your face and gently caressed your cheek, then without a second of hesitation you pushed your lips forward and met with his. Together you moved in sync, slowly and sensually. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you closer to his warm body. Adjusting yourself you hung your leg over his long torso and sat in his lap, moving your hands up into his soft obsidian locks.
He moved from your lips down to your neck and started to suckle on the sensitive flesh. You mewled out his name softly, and he suddenly stopped. Looking up you started to wonder if you had done something wrong, after all it had been your first kiss, which was totally lame but holy hoth was he talented with his mouth.
He gently moved you off of his lap, "I have to go." His deep voice rumbled out into the silence, "Will I see you again?" You didn't want to let the one nice thing you experienced go away. He led you out into the hallway and started down the corridor. He paused,
"Perhaps we will meet again."
You walked back into your room across the hall after watching Ben walk off to wherever the hell he worked. If you were honest with yourself you couldn't believe what had just happened. He was so intriguing and dark, but handsome and gentle. Well he had given you a bite here or there, but that was beside the point. For the first time in a long time you had felt welcome. Your little high wore off as reality began to settle back in. How could you make Kylo Ren fall in love, was he even capable of that. Perhaps there are alternative methods to make him "love" you. No, nope, no seducing, as if you could ever seduce someone. What about Ben? NO. For gods sake you had to get it together.
You spent the rest of the day muddling around on your first order computer pad, and were surprised when you heard a noise. There were loud footsteps falling outside in the hallway, it must have been Kylo. Hux's words echoed in your head and you knew you had to start something, but what? And then, there was an idea. Bolting to the door you waited and when you heard the footsteps get louder. BAM. There was a loud thud…and then you could hear the crackling. Shit maybe this was a terrible idea. But as you turned to see a saber wielding Kylo Ren on the floor, you saw the saber a few feet away, at the base of your feet. You looked at the still body of the commander, who was knocked out cold. Shit, this is what you get for trying to be clever. The heat from his saber was radiating onto your legs, you had to turn it off, he would be mad but then again maybe he didn't even know he had dropped it. Slowly you reached down to grasp the base of the cross guarded weapon and turned it to look for a button. However after looking for a good five minutes, you were certain there was no button. How did people do this, imagine it off. It was a childish idea, however there weren't any other options, it wouldn't hurt to try. You stared at the red glow of the weapon, took a deep breath, and imagined it turning off. The light flickered. You raised your eyebrows, and pictured the lightsaber turning off in more detail, a vivid description of the red glow, the smoothness of the sheathing, the short crisp sound it made after it had been put away. And then you opened your eyes. The lightsaber was now just the hilt and the blade was deactivated. What in the hell.
Shaking your head you came back to reality and looked down at the sleeping Ren. What were you going to do, drag him into your room? You looked around the dark and desolate little hallway. Yup, dragging it is.
Sighing you grabbed the commander by his arms and started to drag him into your room, grunting with the force it took to drag this heavy man. Gosh he did not look this heavy, but then again maybe that mask was that extra thirty pounds. After about ten minutes of dragging and miraculously putting him up on your bed, you were dead tired. Lifting the commander of the first order was not an easy job. You looked down at the mostly black figure and sighed, should you take his mask off, what if he was bleeding. Then again no one has ever really seen his face that wasn't high in command, he would be livid. You walked over to the side of your bed and sat next to him. The latches of his helmet were screaming at you to open them, and see what mystery was lying underneath. Was he handsome, young, old and scarred?
You gently raised your arm and your fingers caressed the metal releasers. Taking a sharp breath you pressed down. A hiss of air escaped from the infamous helmet and you gently lifted his head to fully remove the piece of metal. But before you could see his face, his body moved and he started to stir. You jumped up latching the pieces back together and ran out of the room. He couldn't know you were watching him.
From the small living space you heard him shuffle out of the bed and onto his feet.
He stilled for a moment and then came out into the living room area, "Why have you brought me here?" The modulated voice was more static than normal.
"Well sir, um I actually kind of hit you with my door, on accident and you may have fallen unconscious so I brought you in my quarters because I didn't know the code to your room." You had to stop to take a breath, you had been talking so fast.
"And well I sort of dragged you into the here and got you on my bed, I thought it was better than letting you lay on the floor outside."
He stood still, "Your stupidity is remarkable." And with those words the commander walked out of your room and swiftly entered his own, slamming the door behind him.
You stood there for a minute and plopped down onto the black couch. Why had you hit him, what bonding experience did that give you, other than a new found hatred. In the midst of your mind racing around all of your regrets and worries, you must have fallen asleep. A loud noise had woken you up, what time even was it? You looked at the clock. 1:00. It was one in the damn morning. Then who had knocked at your door. You got up and padded over to the door and opened it.
"Ben."
You ushered him inside. He was dressed in black sweatpants and a black shirt, his hair messy from sleep you assumed.
"What are you doing here?" He smirked, "I wanted to talk to you."
You were dumbfounded; it wasn't even 24 hours since you kissed the man, which you totally did not regret. "Well um, take a seat, can I get you any water or…" He shook his head and gestured you over, "Why are you on this base (y/n)."
You were shocked, "Well, truthfully I was taken from my home planet and brought here. I don't know if my family is alive, and I have no idea why out of everyone in the universe they chose me." He looked at you with those big brown eyes, "Tell me about your home." You smiled gently took a seat next to him.
"Well I was born in Naboo, and I lived with my mother and father in a nice house that overlooked a small lake. It was nice there; I didn't have any sibling so before school I would run around exploring the water and the plants, that was until I had to start working."
You looked down and smiled, "There was a small library up the street from our house, ten minutes away from the business district, and they allowed me to work there to handle the classified section. It was quiet, but I liked it that way."
You looked up at him, "What about you what's your story?"