Trigger warning: depictions of violence, torture, very graphic mature content and alcohol consumption.

Chapter 11: Hic et nunc

Here and now

Becoming Kira Ren was proving to be quite easy. Liberating even. No past to hunt her, no great expectations, no horrid family history. No friends to disappoint because of her failures. No one would scorn her because she didn't become the hero the galaxy wanted her to be. She was a new persona.

And she also was free to discover new things about herself. It never ceased to amaze Rey that people could have the luxury of time for recreational activities. Not having to worry about her survival was such a marvelous thing. Whole armies were sworn to protect her. A full body of guards as well. And the Supreme Leader himself.

With all that free time, besides the extenuating training and daily meetings, Rey was actually taking the time to get to know what she liked to do. Out of pleasure alone, just because she wanted to. Reading was interesting, sure. Beyond studying sacred texts or the Sith manuscripts. Now she could indulge on adventure stories and a couple soppy romance novels she was still embarrassed to admit she had actually enjoyed reading. And history. The galaxy was a vast place full of biodiversity and cultures to discover. She was learning everything she could, both reading and watching on the holo-net. As a leader-to-be, she had to become acquainted with all sorts of cultures and sociopolitical systems in the galaxy.

Visiting the hangar bay was also a good option, since Rey could ask the technicians how the newest ship models worked. She was fascinated with the technologies. Everything the Final Order owned was top notch. And to think she and her friends had mindlessly destroyed so many of these creations... not that she regretted it, but it gave her something to reflect on. It was a pity that she wasn't allowed to fly one yet...

Rey also spends a lot of time attempting to get to know her people. As much as she could, since most of them were terrified of her. But she still tried her best to engage in conversations and slowly melt away their mistrust. Of course, she could always probe their fragile minds and find out immediately anything she wanted, but where was the fun in that? Besides, with no little amount of self-satisfaction, the apprentice discovered that the female troopers and generals were more prone to trust her than the male figures of power in the system. On one side, it worried her to think what they had endured in this inhospitable military ambience. But on the other, she was willing to do anything in her power to make things even for them. Including personally punishing those who harassed them.

Speaking of punishment, Kylo Ren had wanted her to learn that sort of… skills. Torture. It still didn't settle well with her, but it was better to practice on those who actually had committed unforgivable crimes. He had given her a list of traitorous ex-members of Order and intergalactic criminals who had committed all sorts of misconducts. Hence Rey chose to practice on those who harmed their own people, regardless of which side they stood on. It made her stomach turn the first times she did. But then at some point her inner rage took over, and everything went smoothly.

It was so easy for her to crack them, to make them regret their past actions and beg for forgiveness. Kira Ren avoided physical torture most of the time during each session, reserving it for those who tried to attack her. Which happened quite often, since most males underestimated her, believing her a lesser version of her master. And she more than was glad to prove them wrong. A few grazes of the red lightsaber that Kylo lended her and they were on their knees—or whatever was left of them—, bleeding and begging. But her real strength lied in mental torture, since Rey could completely disarticulate their brain's inner wiring. On the way she was naturally good at finding their weakest points, their deepest traumas and worst fears. Sometimes she drove them so far into the darkness, they lost their minds, going into a delirious state they never exited. Even catatonic in the worst cases. Sometimes death was an act of kindness, as she couldn't undo the damage she caused.

The worst about it was the fact that sometimes she even got to enjoy it. Enjoy. Bloodlust was a new discovery… wasn't it? Despite being new to this, Rey had to recognize that she had felt satisfaction when fighting and winning before. Specially when it involved those who worked for the First Order. But never when inflicting pain to someone who wasn't able to defend themself. Disclaimer: they could try, but it would be pointless. Rey's dark power only continued to grow. The pain and suffering feeding her newfound blood-thirst. Perhaps she was more of a sadist than she wanted to admit…

She constantly tried to remind herself what she was doing all of this for. She wasn't tormenting innocents. She wasn't killing civilians. They were criminals, they would have been punished anyways. At the hands of Kylo Ren even. It was a far worse destiny than the one she offered. She never extended their sessions more than what was necessary. Never toyed them. She just got what she needed from the prisoners, then quickly disposed of their lives. Kylo had taught her the most efficient ways to kill somebody, a knowledge she refused to learn at first. However, it had become quite in handy lately.

Still, when the bloodlust finally subsided, Rey was left with a heavy feeling on her chest and blood marring her hands. She took deliberately long showers, if only to try to keep herself in the present time. To stop the weight of the guilt from crushing her. She furiously scrubbed her skin until it was red and raw. She cleaned every corner of her now long nails, perfectly kept thanks to the droids that aided her grooming. Even so, it was never enough. Never clean enough. It might never ever be.

In order to keep those dangerous thoughts at bay, Rey distracted herself with literally any frivolous thing she could. From styling her long chestnut hair to spending time with the tailor that made her clothes. They weren't friends—they couldn't be—, but she was nice enough and was slowly warming up to Rey. Even if she had been told not to. Even if she could never remember Kira Ren's face.

Rey had even asked the humanoid to teach her how to develop a sense of style. Mostly because she refused to wear either army gear or robes every day. And because her sense of vanity had grown. It was quite funny to think that the once tomboyish scavenger now wore tight-fitted attires and high heels. She still preferred simpler, more practical garments for most days. But to make a better impression on both her subordinates and the general public, she started wearing complex stylish outfits. She was beginning to see how much of an impact her image had on her reputation. She wasn't invisible anymore. How people looked at her was almost as relevant as the impressions they had of her mysterious power. Specially since most of them had rarely ever seen her using it.

Rey had chosen for the day a long-sleeved jacket with a small cape dropping from one shoulder, high-waisted trousers and high-heeled boots. Oh, she had become quite the menace since she learned how to walk on them. She liked the ominous sound they made on the clear floors as she passed by. She had never been one to turn heads before. It felt empowering.

Besides, the tighter clothes seemed to have quite an impact on her dyad-partner as well. But to be fair, he also looked at her with hungry eyes when she was dripping in sweat after training. Despite of that, it was nice to feel that her new image was desirable. It took her quite some time to get used to it. But the way her master's gaze lingered on her waist and hips with those tighter garments helped boosting her confidence a tiny bit more. Although Rey suspected he'd much rather take it all off…

And she was beginning to consider it as well. Rey was growing used to Kylo's touch, so much it became quite difficult to keep the facade in public. But they couldn't risk anybody knowing the extent of their relationship. Hence both of them just waited till the end of the day to lie in each other's arms. To catch his sensuous lips in fiery kisses until they both were breathless. To caress his vast extent of scarred skin and taut muscles. To feel his pulse accelerating in response.

However, as much as she trusted him, she still had plenty of issues regarding her own image. Including the nasty scars on her arms: the brand of the slaves. She had been little more than a property not too long ago. The skin was beyond repair, even for the most advanced medical droids and molecular treatments. It could fade into fine pink lines, but it would never go away. No matter how powerful she looked from the outside as Kira Ren, she would always carry them as a reminder that she had been Rey nobody.

Still, Rey had looked into ways to avoid conceiving, were they to engage in such activities. The last thing they both needed was another responsibility. A huge one. Besides, they had just recently begun getting along in better terms, having a child was simply not an option. And overall, she just wanted to enjoy that different type of connection. For all her body sang to him, his did the same for her. It was honestly crazy how much it affected her. The very same body she had fought countless times. The one she had hurt several times in the past. Now she kissed the very spots that once bled because of her.

Every night he would come to her. On his own, no bond needed to bring them together. It rarely ever connected them on random moments like it used to do months ago. It wasn't necessary since they spent their days together anyways. However, the link between their minds was becoming stronger. Sometimes she could feel his intentions when they fought, before he was even aware of it. Rey was fully acquainted with his movements, with his thoughts and his emotions as well. They were familiar, yet she could fully recognize the intrusive ideas as his, even when the thoughts invaded her mind like a second conscience. They were attuning finer and finer every day.

However, Rey could still feel that something was off. But who was the one that wasn't playing their part fully? That was one great question. Rey had always thought it was him, that they could only ever work together if he was Ben. But nowadays she questioned that idea as well. Even more given that her affinity for the darkness resonated better than her light with him. In spite of that, she was not willing to surrender to the Dark side, no matter how much it pulled her. How many times it promised her completion, with Kylo by her side. Showing her visions of them both ascending the throne as the greatest rulers the galaxy had seen in decades. A true Empire.

But the Darkness was full of lies and schemes. That knowledge was enough to dissuade Rey from surrendering herself. Besides, she knew better than to give up on Ben. No matter how much Kylo tried to deny that that part of himself never disappeared. You can't just kill the past. The man still had compassion, scarce but there nonetheless. And even deeper inside, hope. That fragment of light that seemed invisible to anyone else, Rey could see it crystal clear. She would wait until he finally accepted it. Even if the dream of them both together under different, non-belligerent circumstances was still too far away. But she couldn't force him to see it.

For now Rey just reveled in the sense of companionship. She wasn't alone anymore. She would never be again, until either one or both of them died. The only definitive way to sever the dyad. A terrifying thought for sure. She couldn't imagine life without him now that they finally found each other. Losing him would absolutely devastate her. Even if the man was a complete jerk and the most difficult person she knew. Just a brush of his mind to hers at a random moment during their day was enough to lighten her mood. His strong arms and the soft but steady beat of his heart proved to be the perfect solution for the nightmares that still haunted her. It was a habit by now waking up the other when one's dreams became too much to bear. The memories would never fade away, but at least they could face them together.

Since her deepest wounds were related to both abandonment and solitude, his company was more than welcome. So were the soft kisses on her sweat beaded forehead after screaming because of her night terrors. And his head on her chest when he lied on top of her, arms firmly wrapped around her waist. As if to make sure she wouldn't go away. Not this time. She was real and here. And she wasn't planning on running away any time soon.

And oh, she was beginning to really enjoy waking up in the middle of the night. At some point when they had calmed down but couldn't fall sleep again, his hands would wander through her chemise. Or hers on his bare back, since the man rarely ever used a top piece of sleepwear. He was a walking furnace, he didn't need it anyways.

On one of those nights Rey had discovered how much she enjoyed having him toy certain parts of her body. It started innocently, just trailing soft kisses along her neck until she woke up. His hands traced up and down her side. She shifted, pressing herself against him. Pressing her ass to his hardening groin through the layers of clothes. Rey froze immediately as she felt it, not sure how to proceed.

Kylo stopped kissing her and was beginning to remove his hand when she trapped it with one of her own. Rey hadn't meant to break apart, just needing a moment to process what was going on. What she wanted. Then she slid his hand underneath her shirt. Just hovering over her lower ribs. She turned her head around to kiss him, her desire increasing with every flick of his tongue. Everything felt hot, almost suffocating. She tossed the sheets apart.

Then he started traveling up, grazing the underside of her breast. Rey moaned softly as he grounded his hips into her behind. Their kisses were sloppy, needy. In a burst of bravery, she lifted her shirt and placed his hand on top of her breast.

At first he just kept it there, barely palming her. Due to both the cold conditioned air and her own excitement, her breasts peaked. That's when he decided to grab her, hand squeezing her chest. It was an odd feeling, but pleasant. And she wanted more.

Sensing Rey's unspoken petition, Kylo massaged her breast softly. Lazy strokes that occasionally landed on her nipple, making her arch deeper into him. Realizing that she liked it, he grabbed her sensitive bud and began tugging at it between his fingers. That alone drew an obscene moan deep from her throat.

Kylo continued teasing her like that, applying different pressures until he found out the ones that worked better for her as he rolled her nipple between his index and thumb. By that moment Rey was fully grinding on his hips as well, needing to feel him.

Suddenly Kylo turned her around, rather forcefully so. He lowered his head to her chest, kissing the side of one of her breasts. Rey just watched with curiosity. Then, to both her great surprise and mortification, he closed his lips around her nipple. Like a baby, sucking softly on the sensitive skin. And oh, that motion sent a pleasant current down her body. She never imagined it could feel like this. Never really thought of her chest as something that could give her so much pleasure.

Rey's fingers found their way through his hair, keeping him in place. Even though Kylo made zero attempts to let her go. He was fully perceptive of her reactions, of the smallest variations in her voice, and the way her hips were naturally moving against his. His tongue licked the tip of her nipples, alternating from one breast to the other. Then he bit her softly, rejoicing in the guttural sounds that came from deep within her throat. Rey kept her eyes closed the whole time, focusing only on the sensations that he elicited. And on the growing need to have him closer. To have him inside her, she realized with no little amount of embarrassment as she pressed her sex against his in an attempt to get more friction.

Kylo had no plans of taking her that night. Just to learn how to touch her properly. For all he desired her, he knew he had an awful lot to learn before. If only he hadn't been that picky on his teenager years, perhaps he would have a better idea of what to do.

Despite of his lack of experience, having a direct access to her mind was a great advantage. He could sense what her body was experimenting, almost like an extension of his own. It was quite interesting to feel arousal through her flesh, getting wet and needing something inside.

What he had given a thought but hadn't asked for yet was access to her memories of pleasing herself. Knowing Rey, it might scare her. It meant trusting him another part of her, one of the most primal ones. Of her intimacy. He didn't dare giving her his own memories regarding that subject either. Nor to the fantasies his mind had developed, about the things he wanted to do to her. No, he didn't want to scare her. Kylo was, for once, willing to ignore his own needs for those of someone else. As hard as it was, he respected her limits and the pace she had established.

However, in moments like this the lines they had drawn blurred. With her body completely arched into his, pleading for more without having to utter a single word. He could spend whole nights sucking into her perky breasts, on the rosy tips that begged for his attention. Damn, how could something that didn't have any taste feel so good on his mouth? And her moaning… it might be his favorite sound ever.

He was quite hard and dripping by that point. Painfully pushing against his pants. He didn't dare taking a look into her mind, knowing too well she wanted the same thing at the moment. As if her parted legs and rolling hips weren't enough of a clue. With all the self control he could gather, he finally detached himself from her. She was panting, frowning in confusion at the sudden change in his mood.

—I'm sorry—he whispered.

—What… is everything alright?

—Yes…

—Then what happened?—Rey asked as she lowered her shirt to cover her chest. Her face was a bright shade of crimson, including the tips of her ears.

—Nothing bad, I promise—he kissed the corner of her lips.

—I don't understand… I thought you wanted…

—I do, more than anything. Just not tonight.

—Why?—she said, stroking him through the fabric. Since when had she grown so bold?

—Give me time to get to know you better. I want to know how to please you properly.

—Oh—she somehow blushed even more.

—If you allow me, that is…

Kylo lifted her chin to get her to look at him. Rey's eyes were dark and glossy, the raging desire slowly calming into something tamer. Damn she was beautiful, with her loose hair framing her delicate face. And her body, he couldn't even begin to describe the things it provoked. The image of her bare chest and defined abdomen now living in his mind rent free.

—Yes.

—Good—he allowed himself to breathe.

—But only if you let me do the same thing with you.

—You want to touch me?

Rey nodded, sliding a hand inside his pants and underwear. She looked at him, as if asking for permission. He kissed his approval. So Rey started shyly palming him.

Kylo had imagined this same scene many times, in different scenarios. Reality was so much better. In her inexperience, he found her charming. Fully concentrated in the task, stroking him with trembling fingers. He partially removed the clothes that covered his erection, giving her better access and allowing himself some much needed relief after such a long time pressed against them. She slid her thumb over his glistening glans, dragging a moan out of his lips.

He sensed some discomfort in her side of the connection. Not out of disgust, but because she didn't know what to do from there. Hence he took her hand and slid it from his base to the top, then repeated the movement. She caught on quickly, no longer needing his aid. Except for a slightly painful slide of his sensitive foreskin when she dragged it down.

—It needs some lubrication—Kylo explained.

Rey stopped for a second before the idea crossed her mind. Then she spit on her hand and continued to stroke him, the motion much more fluid and pleasant than before. Oh, she was doing such a nice job, even for her very first time touching a man. Kylo was more than proud to be her introduction to it.

Every once in a while she stopped, only to wet her palm again before resuming the task. Occasionally he guided her hand to correct the movement and pace. He was a mess for sure, sweating, grunting and moaning under her ministrations. But damn she was getting good at it. The only thing that could possibly make it better was fucking her mouth, but he could wait for that.

He was close. Really close but still not there. Rey was good but she didn't take the edge off yet. Hence he replaced her hand with his own for a minute, stroking himself faster and with more pressure towards the tip. She caught on what he was doing and pushed his hand away. He raised an eyebrow at her boldness.

—Let me—she said.

So he just let her be. She struggled a bit to imitate the way he had grabbed himself, but then got pretty close to how he liked to do it. Kylo allowed himself to relax, enjoying the way her hand wrapped around his fully aroused member. He didn't last much longer, feeling his release making it's way out. He grabbed her hair and moaned loudly as he came in her hand, blissful relief finally singing on his blood.

As the rush drained from his body, he focused on Rey again, who was staring at her hand and belly, both covered in his release. Feeling rather mortified, he got up to grab a couple towels, some water and a clean shirt for her to change. Kylo handled her a wet towel and leaned down to kiss her one more time. Then he patted his own skin to clean any remaining dampness.

—So… was it good?—Rey asked.

—Oh, absolutely—he smiled lazily.

—I didn't know it came out like that…

—I'm sorry, I should have warned you.

—It's fine, I liked doing it—she confessed.

Damn him if this wasn't the most marvelous woman he had ever met. It might have been the freshly released oxytocin on his brain talking, or the fact that they had just shared such an intimate moment. Or the tight embrace that she enveloped him in.

—Don't you want me to…?—Kylo stopped before the obscene words left his mouth, knowing she would understand anyways.

—I do, but not now.

—Are you sure? I'd be more than happy to retrieve the favor for you.

—I know, but I'm not ready yet…

—Okay…

—I trust you, I truly do. But this is something I still need to work on.

Rey kissed him slowly, much softer than moments ago. Then she found her favorite spot to rest her head, right over his left pectoral muscle.

—What is it that worries you?—Kylo asked after a couple minutes.

—What do you mean?—she mumbled.

—About me seeing you like that.

Rey remained quiet. For so long that Kylo thought she wouldn't answer at all. But then again, he didn't want to press her to answer. Perhaps it was better that way.

—Nobody has ever seen that much of me before—Rey finally answered, her voice barely a murmur.

—Nobody had seen that much of me either.

—Fair enough, but still… I don't know…

—Rey, there's no part of you that could possibly disgust me, if that's what worries you.

—You don't know that yet…

—But I do. Besides, you do realize that you almost asked me to fuck you before, don't you? It's not that different, the only thing that changes is the way I would pleasure you.

—But it is. I'm not used to this… and I'm scared. I have never allowed someone else to do those things to me. To have that power over me.

So that was her issue, allowing herself to just let go. Odd for someone who willingly accepted to become his pupil, even invade her mind, to be afraid of relenting a lesser kind of power over her.

—There's nothing wrong with letting someone else be in charge for a while. It can be quite liberating.

—Look, I do want you, we both know that—Rey insisted—. And I want to continue doing this with you. Just not right now.

—Okay.

—Next time, I'll tell you when and where to touch me.

—I'll look forward to it.

—But I don't want to be naked yet…

—You don't have to do anything you don't really want to.

Rey sighed in contempt, tracing circles on his bare chest. Kylo often thought about her past life. He knew first hand from her dreams and memories that she had an awful quality of life before leaving that fucking desert planet. He was almost thankful of the traitor for getting her out. He also often wondered if they would have met at some point, if he hadn't found her. Or would she have remained a junkyard rat her whole life? A talent like hers did not belong in anonymity. Neither did she, a broken yet extremely resilient soul. One that wore her pain as an emblem of strength. He admired her for it. But he also hated the fact that she had to endure all that, and at such a young age. No wonder she still had an awful lot of trauma to deal with. It was so frustrating, wanting to do so much with her, both physically and emotionally, but having to face such limitations…

Yet Kylo recognized that he wasn't exactly the easiest person to deal with. Not easy at all. Good thing Rey was patient enough to suck it up and still want to be with him. Oh, the things he would do for her… there wasn't really a limit to it. From making her feel safe while sleeping by his side every day, to fighting an intergalactic war for her. He was down for anything.

But for now he was content taking things one step at the time with her. The time for great prowesses would come, sooner rather than later. They just had here and now to enjoy. To make up for all the time they spent apart, and the time they wasted fighting each other, not realizing that they had always belonged together.

The next time they got to explore that sensuous side of their relationship was indeed chosen by Rey. After a public apparition in the Corellian system. Mostly a big show off to remind the habitants of the center of the galaxy that the mighty Final Order was in charge. Also to negotiate agreements with the Corellian Engineering Corporation in order to keep developing new technologies for the Final Order, after almost a year of inactivity due to the reorganization of their inner functioning after the death of Snoke. Also so they could get to know the new leaders. Kylo Ren hadn't visited those planets in over a year. Brooding as he was, he needed to remind them that they were still under his control.

It gave Rey the opportunity to explore some of the greatest metropolis in the Core Worlds. Corellia, the planet they currently visited, oozed life and movement at all hours of the day. A constant buzz in the back of her mind. The Force vibrant with all those habitants in Coronet. She also loved the fact that she got to see the sea as often as she wanted, both from the windows of the penthouse they stayed in and in person. The only thing that would have made it better was a chance to take off her boots and step into the water, to feel the waves crushing at her feet. But she couldn't risk people finding out as much as her specie if she indulged in such insignificant pleasures.

Besides it would really clash with her public persona. Kira Ren was a strong, ruthless assassin. The mirror image of Kylo Ren. Most people froze in her presence, even without knowing for sure what she could do. Just from the rumors and the way she presented. A black clad female, fully armed and followed by at least a dozen soldiers at the time. Including the six newest Praetorian Guards, chosen from the very best selection of soldiers. Looking quite the menace with their height and shining crimson attires.

Rey stood in the middle of them, like the queen piece in a chess game, surrounded by her pawns. Dressed like a queen as well, with a black long sleeved dress with lateral cuts, the trail of the dress mimicking the fall of a cape. The soft spots on her chest, abdomen and pelvis were reinforced with a protective bodice made of carbon-based plaques that adopted the curves of her body, meant to be used as pieces of armor. And the mask, a more delicate and stylish black mask to protect her identity as well. Clad from head to toe in thick fabric, except for her legs, which sported sheer but resistant dark stockings. The coastal winds were a sweet relief whenever she wore such heavy fabrics and carbon polymer gear. Even though they were designed to allow her skin to breathe, Rey hated covering her whole body.

The evening had gone by without any incidents. Kylo Ren, for once, was behaving quite civilized. Like a true diplomat. Rey was glad that not a single discussion ended in violence or menaces. It meant that they could rule the galaxy without needing to subjugate it to keep it in control. Rey had mostly listened to the executive discussions and occasionally intervened. But the moment she truly shined was when the engineers explained the details of their newest aeronautical technologies. Rey had really stood out with the knowledge she had collected over years of disarming and fixing all kinds of ships and droids.

The teams relaxed once they figured out she wasn't a complete savage. That in fact, Kira Ren was quite educated in the field, for somebody without formal studies. The headmaster of the Aerospace Technology Center even offered to allow her to attend as many cathedral classes as she wanted during her time in Corellia. She even encouraged Kira Ren to join them on their experimental laboratories and mechanical workshops.

Rey was over the moon ecstatic after the meeting. They even offered to review and optimize her lightsaber design for ultimate performance and energy efficiency. And since Kylo had promised her that their next trip would be to collect her kyber crystal, she would soon enough have her own saber. She couldn't wait for the moment to finally have it in her hands, after months of working on it.

Rey was in such a good mood, she decided to take a ride on the wild side. Once she got to the room she shared with Kylo, she started peeling the outer layers of her outfit. It was so much easier to breathe without the armor. She also removed the articulate pieces that covered her arms and opened the zip of the cleavage, partially showing off her breasts, nipples peaking through the fabric. Then she got rid off the stockings and changed the knee-high boots for a pair of pretty stilettos. She also switched her simple underwear for a lacy one.

After observing the way some Corellian folk adorned their faces with make up, Rey had wanted to experiment a little bit. Since she was new to it, she chose only a couple products to try at the time. A dark nude lipstick, some skin colored liquid to hide the dark circles under her eyes, and even a dark pigment to outline her eyes and paint her lashes. It ended up looking pretty decent in her opinion. It highlighted her features for sure…

Rey admired the final result on the floor-length mirror. She felt stunning, both due to her appearance and the fact that she truly felt well for the very first time since she had joined the Order. She was radiant. The opposite of the life-drained vision of her dark-self.

Rey ordered a bottle of Corellian brandy while she waited for her master's return. She had never been a big drinker, only trying liquor with her friends and occasionally on a dinner with Kylo. But she really enjoyed the Corellian drink, slightly sweet and spicy, cold enough to help dealing with the summer heat.

Kylo's eyes went immediately to the glass on her hand after entering the suite, raising an eyebrow at her. She just shrugged in response, offering him the glass to drink. He wrapped his arm around her waist, dragging her near as he took a sip.

—It's really good, but I have the feeling it can be even better—Kylo said in a sultry tone that immediately set her blood aflame.

—How so?—she practically purred in response.

—I'd rather taste it from your mouth.

To prove his point, he took a big sip directly from the bottle and slid an ice cube through her lips. Then grabbed her for a kiss, spilling the liquor inside her mouth as soon as she opened it. It was intoxicating, from both the alcohol and his hot touch in contrast to the cold liquid in her tongue.

Rey copied him and filled her mouth with brandy. She guided him to the bed, made him sit so she could stand a bit taller. Then she grabbed his chin between her thumb and index to coax him to open his mouth, to fill it with brandy as she kissed him fiercely. He took her by the waist to make her sit on his lap, a motion that almost made her loose her grip on the bottle.

—You might have been right about it tasting better this way—she whispered in his ear, tugging at the lob with her lips.

—When have I ever lied to you, sweetheart?—oh, he hadn't called her like that in such a long time and Force it did trigger something within her.

—I though you were overselling it.

—Oh really?—he took the bottle of her hand, taking another big sip before pinning her to the bed.

He kissed her deeply, infusing her mouth with the sweet cinnamony liquor as his tongue slid with hers. Rey's head was spinning, her stomach fluttering in excitement. It definitely did taste better from his lips. Though Rey suspected that anything she could possibly drink from his mouth would be far better than from any glass.

Kylo left the bottle on the nightstand, not without spilling a good part on the sheets. He slid a leather gloved hand underneath the left slit of her dress. His fingers grabbed her leg hard enough to leave a mark. Oh, he loved leaving a imprint on her skin. As much as she did with his.

His hand made its way up slowly, taking his sweet time teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Reys hands grabbed his arms for support, nails leaving indentations on both his jacket and the skin underneath. Kylo stopped just before reaching her apex. He looked at Rey as if asking for permission. Her heart pounded fast and her mouth went dry, but she nodded nonetheless. His hand barely sliding over the fabric, testing the waters.

His fingers caressed the trail over the partition between her legs, his fingertips almost a phantom touch over there and yet making her tremble. He caressed her softly, the garment suddenly becoming an annoying obstacle. Her freshly groomed groin was already getting wet in anticipation. Long gone was the embarrassment she thought she would feel when he finally touched her there, replaced by a much better welcomed eagerness.

Kylo finally decided to take off his gloves and her underwear, with Rey's help as she lifted her hips for better access. He pulled up the skirt of the dress and parted her legs again. Rey was supporting her torso on her elbows, not willing to miss a single detail as he took in the sight. Gone was any shyness on both parts as his index leisurely slid through her damp folds, fully exposing her sex. It was so different from the way she did it, just to get over with the need, rushing for completion. Kylo was way calmer, exploring and testing which parts of her drew the most pleasure.

The folds felt good. Her entrance also another good place to touch. Her hardening clit definitely the best place to caress. His thumb circled it softly, then dragged it's hood up to have better exposure. Someone definitely understood his assignment, Rey thought as he teased her little nub. She had to correct his placement a couple times, and ask for softer and slower caresses as she was highly sensitive and it hurt sometimes when he was too rough with his digits. He wet his finger in her entrance for lubrication. After a while she begun asking for faster and harder as her excitement grew.

At some point his luscious lips replaced his fingers, making Rey see stars. His tongue was so damn good for it, licking definitely felt better than fingering for her. He slid it through her entrance, curling inside her vagina. His big nose was an unexpected advantage as it also helped teasing her clit while he buried his face into her sex. By that point Rey didn't give a damn if the whole city heard her moaning. The only thing that mattered was here and now.

Kylo was doing such a nice job, she got carried away and started rolling her hips, practically grinding on his face. He just chuckled as he used one hand to keep them pinned to the bed. The other one made its way back to her sex, using two fingers to penetrate her. All while sucking on her clitoris. The combination was so damn intoxicating. Rey went absolutely feral, digging her nails so hard on his shoulders, she was sure they would be fully decorated with half moon indentations for days. But Kylo also couldn't care less at the moment.

Rey didn't last much longer under such ministrations. She directed him to press harder with his fingers and keep a faster pace with his tongue as she felt herself nearing the end. He was for once absolutely compliant, willing to do anything she asked him. If he was getting tired, he didn't show. He wanted to give her everything, and so he did as Rey covered her mouth to muffle a scream and threw her head back as she came. Her orgasm was so intense that everything around was white and hot for a minute or so.

Rey slowly opened her eyes to find Kylo side-smiling smugly at her, absolutely proud with the result. She was far too pleased to feel the slightest bit annoyed at the sight. She might have been drugged for all she knew, her senses still overpowered by the pleasurable waves that pulsed through her body. But she couldn't care less, as her whole body relaxed after the intense edge she just reached. She carefully removed his fingers from her now extremely sensitive sex.

—So, how was it?—Kylo asked, already knowing the answer all too well.

—Better than I could ever imagine, for sure—she laughed in pure contentment.

—Good enough to repeat it some time?

—Hmmm definitely…—she said in a hoarse tone as she rolled her head back— I can't believe I really made us both wait for o long for this…

—Well, I'd be more than glad to keep doing this to you. Any time you want it, just ask.

—Likewise—she said, shamelessly rolling her eyes all over his tall figure.

Rey was sure they would have a marvelous time together. She didn't want to think of the past or the future, only the present. A safe space to be with him. To try all the things she never dared to before. Deepen her connection with him. To just feel, and Force did things feel right with him by her side.

A/N: fun fact about this chapter: I had just finished writing it, was ready to publish and then I realized I never posted chapter 10 hahaha the worst part was that chapter 10 wasn't even finished yet! TRAGIC. Like how on earth did I finish about 5-6K of pure filth and didn't even stop to check the previous chapter???

Anyways, enjoy the spicy and occasionally fluffy Reylo! Cuz it's literally so fun to write.