Tumblr prompt: Can we please talk about sub!Ren more often because this is literally the best thing I've seen in the entire world?
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The air is still around the couple as they sit huddled close in the crowded bunk. Their fingers are loosely laced on Rey's lap as Kylo Ren stares hard at the ground, absently plucking at the tips of Rey's fingers with his free hand. Rey glances around the small room, not sure where to focus her gaze.
After another long moment, she clears her throat. "Y–you would like me to do…what?"
Ren's plucking at her fingers falters and he tries to pull his hand from hers. She grips him tightly and his mouth twitches in the smallest relief that she is not completely disgusted by him.
"It doesn't matter," he says, his tone soft and almost regretful. "I had only thought…" Again he fidgets with the tips of her fingers, sounding suddenly so nervous and insecure. "I don't want to do anything with which you aren't comfortable."
Rey shakes her head and glances at the still man beside her. The look of anxiousness that curls his brow sends a flush across her cheeks and she looks away again. "It's not that I'm not…comfortable with the idea. It's just–I wouldn't know how–"
Ren nods quickly, swallowing a hard lump in his throat. "Think nothing more of it." He stands, dropping her hand and smoothing the front of his dark tunic. Another tight nod, to no one in particular, and he crosses to the door.
"Ren."
Her small voice stops him and he sighs at the almost fear there. "Rey, it's–"
He hears her standing from the bunk with the rustle of fabric.
"Kylo Ren," she says again, her voice much more solid. It sends a wicked thrill up his spine and halts his words in his throat.
When he turns back to her, he sees that she has draped his heavy dark cloak over her shoulders, the large hood shadowing her eyes. His mouth goes dry. She is standing as tall as she can muster and the pooling of the extra foot of fabric around her small bare feet ignites something hot and liquid at the pit of his stomach.
She tips up her chin and says, very slowly, "Did I say you could leave?"
He stumbles the few feet toward her, his heart racing at her tone, at her posture, at her dominance. He falls heavily to his knees in front of her, his face shining in greatest adoration as he looks up at her from the floor. He grips the fabric of his own robe worn by another and simply waits for what she would have him do next.
Rey twists the smallest of cruel smiles before laying a hand along his cheek.
"Good boy."
End.
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