AN: Short one but hey it's something - potential re-write
Kylo watched her retreating figure disappear into the hall, followed by the two officers. He turned and tiredly gathered his things, re-equipping himself to be properly presented to the world as Kylo Ren. He could still see the hands of the young officer wrapped around her wrists, his chest tightened and he paused, forcing the breath out of his lungs in an attempt to relieve the pressure building inside him. Every time they came together they seemed to harm each other. Each time he felt her trust him more, he dove back in, wanting to know more about her. He wanted to close the impossibly vast distance between them. He wanted to reach out and draw her in, but it felt like he was wrapping himself in thorns. Her confronting nature disturbed him; her resistance to the ideals of the First Order gave him pause as well. Though he wasn't altogether surprised, she had been captured at an age too old to be indoctrinated and, as an alternative, re-education might have dampened or damaged her abilities. Perhaps, he thought, if he brought her with him on missions, he frowned at the notion unsure of its potential.
The image of Hux's hands on Neera's body flickered through his head again - the hands were suddenly his, but still she struggled under his touch. He gripped onto her wrists trying to show her it was him. She refused to look at him, he reached for her face and suddenly his entire body felt like fire, her scream pierced the humming struggled silence - His vision refocused and he slowly unclenched his jaw. She made him so incredibly selfish, she distracted him, and she made him question himself and the First Order. He was already through the door when he finally began to realize exactly how angry he was. His nerves felt electric and frayed, as he stalked down the hall towards his quarters. He was furious with her for constantly challenging him, calling him wrong; calling into question every devastating sacrifice he had made to become Kylo Ren. He was angry with Hux, with the officers that came before him, his mother's laughter burned through his mind; he shook off the onslaught of sounds and voices that began to invade his consciousness, becoming louder and more insistent.
He was through the door; he could hear the water running from the back of his quarters. He could see her through the open doorways, standing half clothed before the sink. A bloodied cloth clamped to the raw burn on her hip, a hiss escaped her lips as she quickly replaced the cloth with a smooth patch of bandage. She could feel the fury in his mind the moment he came through the door, the rage constricting her insides like a sickness. She breathed out pressing back against her own physical pain and infectious anger, willing him to calm down, to quiet his mind. Slowly she felt his mind open, he was trying so very hard he was wary and furious but he was still trying to reach out to her. She turned and took a few steps into the bedroom, watching him as he approached slowly, his anger receding into exhaustion as he reached her.
"No more." He said, his voice was thick and his gaze dark. She froze at the declaration, automatically searching his mind. He tensed but he didn't push her out. He feared how he trusted her and found comfort in her despite evidence to the contrary. He wanted her to feel differently, he wanted so badly for her to simply become the servant to the order that everyone thought she was. It would be so much easier, but for now, he demanded nothing, was seeking nothing more than she truly was. "I am –" He paused "I'm here too."
She hesitated, watching him for a moment, tensing a bit as he closed the last few steps of distance between them. "You'll be at my side. No more hurting each other, then running. No more evading and no more distracting." He reached her, his tone gentle but full of resolve.
"You're capable of that?" She asked, serious and petulant at the same time.
"And I think you are as well." He said firmly, his eyes boring into hers, the darkly intense and exhausted look of the battle ravaged young man she'd seen all those years ago. He was raw, strong, and damaged beyond belief, but he, had never been without conviction and he had never lied, never to her. So she believed him.
"No more." She repeated, a question and an agreement, her hands rising to rest on his chest, leaning in.
"No more." He replied, his voice a quiet exhale as he drew her in, tilting her face towards his lips brushing hers as he murmured, "I promise." Her fingers twisted in the front of his tunic, pulling him back towards her and he complied, his lips capturing hers once more.