summary & author's note:
second part of chapter 15, I'd been asked to break it up into two shorter pieces that were easier to read on a phone, so here you go! :)
Kylo snarls as she rakes her nails into his flesh, scratching welts into the firm muscles of his shoulders. He kisses her with intensity, shoving his tongue inside her mouth and teasing her own until they were both absolutely breathless.
Somewhere along the way he must have removed his gloves because his bare hands cradle her face, holding her as he pulls away to glare at her. Even now, when she's giving into him completely, Kylo finds a way to look angry. It must very difficult to be him on a daily basis.
His hand fists in the front of her tunic and Rey gasps, feeling the back of the fabric dig in as he rips it from her like he had her pants.
"Kylo!" she cries out, the breeze soothing her now superheated skin.
"Sorry," he says with a smirk, sounding not at all apologetic.
Rey's brief flash of annoyance falls then rises again as he repeats his move on his own upper garments, this time taking the extra care to not rip his shirts wide open. He has three of them in total, if you count the outermost layers, and this possibly explains his constant bad moods.
"I'm taking one of those away from you," she mutters, reaching for him again.
His hand dips low again, stroking between her legs and Rey's eyes flutter as he immediately finds her spot and resumes rubbing it in circles. Everything ebbs and flows. Her consuming need for him, her clarity of mind, and her constant desire to put this cocky little upstart right back in his place where he belongs.
"You're a quick learner," she praises, allowing him a moment of arrogance as she bucks her hips into his hand.
"And you talk too damn much."
He pushes her flat on her back, kissing his way down her neck to her chest. Rey mewls when he takes one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling on it and only enhancing the intense pleasure that's starting to grip her.
So little blood is reaching her head that all Rey can do is stare at the ceiling high above them. The flowers grew right to the top of the room, too many in number to count and swaying with the steady wind.
"There are so many of them," she says airily, a fresh wave of dizziness rolling through her.
Kylo hums absentmindedly, his full lips still working against the aching flesh of her breasts and not concentrating on where she really needs him. Her slickness runs down her thighs, pooling against the fabric of his cloak. His other hand fumbles between them, working himself free of his pants and ungainly kicking them off.
Rey for her part was barely able to contemplate reason or logical thought anymore. This wasn't regular sex. Not the kind they shared before when he'd deceived her then inadvertently tried to kill them both. No, this was pure emotion enhanced to a razor's edge. Everything, the flowers and the green light and her own consuming loneliness, made his touch feel like a high.
All that they were experiencing together becomes much larger the more they are in contact, heightening to an electric charge between the two of them through their bond. Everywhere he touches her, everywhere she touches him, tingles with a desperation for more. Rey didn't feel like herself anymore. She needed Kylo to take this from her, and he seemed equally as compelled to give to her.
When he shifts her just so, adjusting the position of her legs and drawing them around his hips as he aligns himself, her soul flutters with breathless contentment.
Rey grabs Kylo by his hair and drags him to her. Preferring him to swallow her startled cry as he adjusts them both and finally, finally slides into her.
The pain of ti comes to a surprise to her. When she'd first given her virginity to him up on the ship, she had deliberately lost herself in her head. Intentionally blocked out all but the prettiest of details of what they were doing together.
Now though, she's quite aware that it still hurts. Not especially sharply or for very long, but the pain of being breached by him for the second time is still unexpected. Her own fingers hadn't hurt her, but… well, he's a hell of a lot bigger.
Kylo laughs, panting against her lips as he lifts his head u to watch her.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he huffs, sounding both blissful and perhaps slightly embarrassed.
He keeps his hips totally still with his shaft only half buried within her.
"Shut up." Rey grips his shoulders, sinking her nails into his shoulders as she struggles to adjust. "And stay out of my he-"
"No."
Kylo holds her hips, lifting her up and sliding in a few inches deeper. Rey squeaks, blinking at him and trying to ignore the faint green halo of light that seems to surround them now. Her thoughts feel heavy, dragged down by both this her own emotions and the energy and now Kylo taking up space in her psyche as well.
He's pushing himself into her mind and she knows damned well what he's doing. He's trying to make her open up for him, not only physically but in her soul as well. Trying to carve out a space in her heart where she can't lock him out ever again.
This is far too much. She's given him more than enough already. Intimacy isn't what she needs right now. What she needs, what she's absolutely desperate for, is to be made love to right here and now.
Even if it's still hurts and she's not completely ready for it, Rey brings her legs around his hips and shoves him forward, making him slide into her so deeply within her until there was nowhere left for him to go.
"Gods!" she cries out, tossing her head from side to side.
When he bottoms out in her, Rey's mind immediately begins to clear, the deep fog of strange desire lifting. Kylo caresses her cheek, holding very still within her until she opens her eyes that she hadn't even realized she'd closed.
Rey whimpers with each labored breath she takes, finding their second union so much harder than the first because the emotional stakes are so infinitely higher.
"Rey..."
His kiss is soft and sensual. A more slow and methodical purpose to his lips than he should rightly have right now.
He wants to know if she's alright. Because… because he's a little stunted at emotional growth and this poor, lost boy between her legs seems to think it's only his cock that's making her tremble like this.
Kylo holds himself over her, a look of shock playing across his features as if he can't truly believe this is happening again. That she's not only allowing but encouraging him to take her. To claim and fuck her deep.
"Move," she gasps, trying to buck her hips but finding her body unwilling to relax enough to allow the motion easily for her.
Still, Kylo hesitates. He doesn't want to hurt her. Maybe doesn't want to hurt himself, because somehow this act has gotten so rapidly out of hand. They were just supposed to fuck. They were just supposed to-
Energy flashes all around them and Kylo looks up, distracted by the flickering disturbance to see the change in the trembling woman underneath him.
Suddenly Rey is absolutely besides herself with need for him. Pure desire burns bright and hot, sweeping away all traces of discomfort from their act.
She drags Kylo's chin down again, kissing and biting at him in a near frenzy of lips and teeth. That's all the encouragement her bondmate needed. He slides halfway out of her, wrestling with the tension of her legs fighting to keep him deep inside, before he thrusts all the way back in.
Rey moans, burying her face against his sweaty neck and savoring his scent. Her orgasm is already building, her inner muscles twitching with an itch that only he could scratch. He thrusts a second time, hitting that perfect spot along her front wall and Rey bites at him, struggling to hold herself back.
This felt so fucking good. Pure, genuine physical pleasure at its finest. Their first fuck had been tainted. It wasn't everything that it should have been. This time everything was different.
Kylo pushes words of praise into her head, random and raunchy worship of her body and how utterly amazing she feels around him. And then he pushes into her again and Rey screams, climaxing against him so abruptly that her ears ring.
Warmth saturates her, bringing both tightness and release to her inner muscles. Her whole body twines around him, drawing him to her so she can feel as much of him as she can all at once. She squeezes him in luscious waves, pulsating in time with the rapid beat of her heart.
"Rey."
Her name is choked, but oh how his ego swells. His innate cockiness that he must surely get from his father crowing through their connection that he made her come after only five strokes of him.
Rey hopes he won't last much longer than she did. She wants to feel him spilling himself inside her. That's what their Bond is demanding. That's what this deep itch is leading her towards, the end goal of Kylo reaching his own peak right along with her.
To her infinite frustration, Kylo holds back. His hips still in their movements, slowing to an agonizing pace until she mewls, begging at him to keep moving.
When he picks her butt up, lifting her from the cold ground and the rough fabric of his cape, Rey secretly hopes that he's about to flip her over and fulfill his fantasy. Instead, he hooks her legs over his shoulders, using his new position to thrust so deeply inside that she almost shouts.
He sets a rapid pace, gliding in and out of her until she can only hold on and try to keep her mind together as her second orgasm rips through her.
Kylo shouts short, crying out her name as he finishes. The contractions of her inner muscles only increase as he fills her. She holds him to her mindlessly, grabbing onto the strong muscles of his back and pulling him in deeper and deeper with each erratic thrust of his hips.
He collapses still buried within her, making her wince as some deep part of her insides twitches in protest. The fever of desire that had overtaken her simmers on, ebbing slightly from its highest peak but never fading far from her thoughts.
Rey...
Kylo moans her name in his head, though his physical voice stays quiet. Out of instinct she threads her fingers into his hair, comforting him as she holds him close.
Rey manages to stay silent as he pulls out of her. As soon as his length leaves her she can feel his essence leak out of her, but even like this her pulse is already increasing. The scent of the flowers wafts down on her, insisting without abating that two climaxes aren't nearly enough. She easily has several more orgasms within her still, and all she needs is to cajole her bondmate into giving them to her.
It takes a few moments of her feverish squirming against him to make Kylo raise his head from her breast. He blinks at her, his pupils fully dilated and his deliciously swollen lips parted.
"We're not done yet, Rey."
His hand finds her hips and he pulls himself up over her as his words hit home.
"Gods..." she whimpers, biting down onto his shoulder as he flips them over.
Now she's sitting on top of him, resting her weight on his upper thighs. His erection is half-swollen already, and he guides her hand to it when he notices her staring. Rey flinches at that first contact, the hum of arousal in her body dimming slightly with her embarrassment. His skin is soft and smooth and slick with their shared fluids. It's obscene and intoxicating at the same time.
His other hand falls onto the small of her back, guiding her forwards until she'd astride him at the necessary latitude.
Then he lets her go and allows the decision to be completely her own.
"Whatever you want, Rey," he promises.
Rey doesn't hesitate. She grips his length to steady and sink down onto him, allowing herself a breath to mentally prepare. His hands find her waist immediately, holding her in place to make it the easiest on herself.
Just like both times before, her body receives him beautifully, gripping him and tightening pleasurably as they both gasp when he sheathes himself deep within her.
"Gods you're huge," Rey moans, unable to stop herself.
Pleasure rolls through her again, the urgency of the pheromones demanding a fast pace. Rey begins to ride him, her movements jerky at first until he helps her find a natural rhythm.
Rey throws her head back, allowing his hands to roam all along her body. She can feel Kylo swell within her, sense his delight at how he can see her shaking over him with each deep thrust.
Once again instinct tells her what to do next and she clenches her inner muscles, savoring the cry that breaks out from Kylo's lips as she tightens around him.
One of his hands leaves her hips to snake between their joined bodies. When he finds her clit she howls, desire cresting through her once more as she finds her third climax. Somewhere in the midst of her pulses Kylo flips her over, settling her onto her back while he thrusts erratically inside her as he chases his own orgasm.
Rey is only half aware as he finishes within her, her mind in too many pieces to register the threat of how risky they are being right now. Kylo wraps his arms around her, kissing her forehead as the heat and frenzy finally begins to fade.
"We need to get out of here," he rasps, his voice sounding every bit as ruined as she feels.
As much as she doesn't want to leave, and truly so much of her would be perfectly content to spend the rest of her days right here under the horniest flowers in the galaxy, Rey knows that he's right. Because the blooms are keeping her slick and swollen despite everything, despite the mild discomfort she's feeling after their latest joining, and if they don't leave now that there's a brief respite they truly might never make it out of this room.
"Leave," she agrees, the monosyllable about all she can manage at this point.
She slides off him carefully, wincing at the burn deep inside of her.
As they go, hurrying away hand in hand from the scene of their repeated crimes, Rey shoots one last reproachful look at the brilliantly colored foliage that had been surrounding them.
Rey should have guessed. Should have known. But she didn't, and now there was no choice but to work this out of their systems no matter how long it took for them to come back to themselves.
They had barely made it to the riverside room before they were on each other again.
You learn a man best by fucking him.
Rey had heard that somewhere back on Niima Outpost. The vulgar words of the women for hire there had stuck with her for their crass pessimism if not any other reason. Now Rey realizes that, like all bragger talk, there was a certain ring of truth behind it.
She knew Kylo intimately now. Not only his body, though that was certainly a facet to her revelation, but far more importantly she's become acquainted to new a part of his soul. Piece by piece their extended lovemaking session had revealed a different side of him, one that she doubted even he knew existed.
Kylo is sleeping now, resting on top of her with his head over her breast so he could hear her heartbeat. He didn't know that he was doing that, but she'd felt his intention better than he did. That was the first thing that she'd realized.
The second revelation she'd come to was that he'd more or less collapsed immediately after reaching his final climax. It was such a cliché but, for once, Rey found that she didn't mind. The poor boy had exhausted himself hunting her down. While she had been sleeping, albeit not a restful sort of sleep, he had been prowling the seemingly endless network of caves looking for her.
And then, of course, they had argued for the millionth time. And then all the sex. All of that had effectively tuckered the great Supreme leader out and Rey couldn't deny her own role in that.
Now Kylo was sleeping next to her. Not fully on top, he was far too heavy and all around massive, but a good sixty percent of her was effectively pinned under his unconscious bulk.
It was like he was still afraid of her leaving. Evening after making love to her three times straight and officially consummating their reunion celebration, Kylo was still terrified of her leaving him. Maybe even more so now because of what they had just done.
That brought her to revelation number three: the closer she and Kylo became, the closer still he tries to draw her in. Tomorrow they will need to have a conversation about boundaries. Or they should, at least. It would be infinitely easier to sweep this whole thing under the rug and pretend they hadn't been swayed by Stripey Horny Plants into shagging like rabbits in the height of springtime.
That would be the preferable choice, though Rey is quite sure that's not the road Kylo is going to take.
Time slips by pleasantly, but sleep alludes her. Too many questions that she doesn't truly want to know the answers to. When she tries to roll over, finding his arm draped across her chest making it a little hard to breathe, but gods he even is pinning her in his sleep, his massive palm easily wrapping itself completely around her wrist.
It brings a frown to Rey's lips. Boundaries. They will need them.
She wriggle her hand free, lifting her head to regard him before she reaches out and strokes his hair out of his face. It's not quite long enough for her to tuck behind his ear, but she sweeps it aside as she feels him begin to stir out of his sex-induced coma.
There's an odd sort of sweet happiness they share as his eyes slide open meet hers. Kylo seems exceptionally pleased to find her naked underneath him, as if he'd been afraid these last few hours had been nothing but a fantasy.
"Rey."
She smiles at his sleepy, heavy voice. He looks so much younger like this, all blissed out on endorphins and no longer at war with himself and the galaxy. Or maybe that's the sexhead and bedhead combo. That's entirely possible too.
"You can sleep longer if you want to," she tells him quietly.
Her touch trails along the side of his face to follow the outline of his jaw. Kylo hums an answer and dips his head down, lightly kissing her fingertips.
If nothing else, it seems like they've come to a treaty about their sleeping situation.
"Revelation number four," Rey murmurs.
He raises an eyebrow and she blushes as he nips along her palm. Despite their recent oversharing, despite him literally still leaking out of her, this is the most intimate moment they've shared so far.
Number four: Kylo is an absolute fool for affection. He's almost purring, his eyes half closed in contentment as she pets him. His mind is at the most peaceful that she's ever felt it, and that makes it quite easy to sweep away the background warning that this can't possibly last.
Then he must sense that she's having trouble breathing under his weight because he exhales and rolls off, moving straightaway to her side. He pulls her in against him without asking for permission, tucking her snugly along him and it's such a natural fit.
He kisses her shoulder and her blush blossoms across the full spanse of her cheeks as her nipples harden from even that mild stimulation.
"Rey?"
Somehow, and truly it takes a man of Kylo's endless dedication to the sport of groping her, but somehow he manages to simultaneously hug her, hold her, and cradle her face all with the same arm.
Rey hums a questioning response. Her eyelids falling as his thumb traces her lips.
"Rey… are you angry with me? For… this?"
Is she angry? She could be, if she wanted to. Only a mere two hours ago they were arguing bitterly. A day ago the idea of rolling around in blissful serenity on top of his cloak would have been unconscionable.
She sighs, shaking her head. He continues to play with her lips, pressing on the center of them like he's testing their pliability.
"It's… no. I'm not." The words come to her hard because she doesn't understand them herself. "No, Kylo, I'm not angry with you."
He knows there's more to it than that. He must. His hand pulls away then. Rey can feel his surprise mingle with relief to her words.
Then he starts to laugh and she frowns, turning her chin out of his grip to scowl at his from over her shoulder.
"What? I told you I wasn't angry with you?"
"I know, Rey. I heard it myself. I would never have believed it otherwise. For the first time in our entire relationship, you're not angry with me. Miracles can and do exist and herein lies the proof."
Rey doesn't try to hide how her eyes roll. Idiot she projects into his mind. His smile grows wider, a boyish glint lighting in his eyes.
"Ah, that's better. That's my angry, passionate Lightsider. There she is."
Rey elbows him with a touch more than half her strength. The man simply can't help himself can he? As sweet as he can be when he's all loved up and Kylo still has to be just a little bit of an irredeemable asshole.
Then his hand drops to her hip, rubbing the protruding bone there in circles. Rey's eyes widen as she feels him begin to stir against her thighs. The only briefly dormant urgency that had been necessary to bring them together rises in her again right along with him.
"Do you need me again?" she asks.
Kylo drops his gaze, his eyes raking across the curves of her naked body. She can see the tension that forms along his temple as he struggles to resist the coercion of the plants that still seems to run so strongly through them both.
Rey doesn't want him to fight it. Not right now when she feels it too. There's no point in resisting, not when the reward for giving into this is so sweet.
She turns onto her back, pulling on his shoulders and guiding him to kneel between her legs. He takes his hardening length into his hand, watching with awe as she strokes herself quickly. She's already getting wet, and though her body is becoming quite used to this new form of use, but there's still a slight sense of discomfort as he eases himself inside her. Still, his movements are eased by both her slickness and his own essence from only a short time earlier.
"Gods Kylo," she pants, holding onto his shoulders and keeping him at a slow and steady pace. "This had better be the last time for tonight or I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow."
He kisses her cheek, that wicked glint coming back to his eyes.
"Then I guess you won't be able to run away from me in the morning, will you?"
Rey rolls her eyes once for his cocky smirk, and a second time when he sinks to the hilt inside her and her inner muscles start to pulse in welcome for him.
Somewhere out of the corner of her eye, Rey thinks she can s
ee a hint of a green glow, but she doesn't care. Right now Rey doesn't want to think about that. Doesn't want to think at all. Right now all she wants to do is feel...
Author's Note:
Well… how was it? Worth the wait and all the near misses and cockblocking? I hope so, this one was strangely the hardest chapter to write for me even though I've written countless smuttier smut before. Dunno … ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Six chapters left now. Maybe seven. I think there's absolutely no way I can completely wrap up our Duo's ridiculously complicated love/lust/hate relationship so there will have to be a sequel "Book 2" at some point, but I promise to do my best to endthis first work in as satisfying a manner that I can. Or try at least. Turn it into a trillogy maybe? There's a big history for trillogies so maybe elt's go and follow the tradition...
next chapter:
When you're stuck in a cave and need to get out but your other half's looking really fine and you're probably both going to die in here anyhow so…
(ie. your author had longer plans for this chapter but she also didn't want it to be 10k of sex so gotta break it up into a two parter)
ps. someone asked me earlier in the comments if I'm a professional writer. Haha, sort of but not really. I have two degrees in computer programming which naturally lead to a completely unrelated job in advertising as a copywriter. Seriously, it's completely and totally unrelated, but those diplomas do look spiffy on my wall. If you're not familiar, a copywriter (not to be confused with copyrighter, who does something something legal stuff/infringement disputes etc dunno) is someone who writes promotional materials for a wide variety of companies. I specialize in small businesses and do everything from writing an add for their next weekly sale to ghostwriting a blog post or proofreading their existing content. Exciting stuff? Eh, it's alright. I get by, but I surely hope to not be doing this 5 years from now, I'll just say that much. One thing it's helped me is to learn to write a lot all the time even when I don't want to, so there's that.
Comment replies:
the fan of fairys -
Glad you liked it! Hopefully this chapter helped with that! :D
pobrediabla -
You're close about a couple of those theories! The whole sex pollen trope is a tricky one to keep fully consensual, but I think in this case Kylo and Rey had been circling each other for so long that they didn't really try to fight it. They're in lurve even if neither of them are willing to admit it just yet, and this hopefully gave them the push they needed to get past this point of "everything is your fault, not mine" that they had been stuck in. As always, thanks for commenting!
kfulmer7 -
Kylo was pretty mean last chapter, wasn't he? Hopefully now with everything they can start to move on and make progress in their relationship.
I've also been getting super super writer blocked on this fic. It's been tough. I hope this chapter was okay, and I'll try to keep posting regularly. We're nearing the final act now, maybe 6-7 more chapters to go and then we're done so hopefully next chapter will be up next week!
DeepSeaGirl678 -
Rey had visions of revenge on him at the start fo this chapter. Didn't exactly work out the way that she'd thought, but hopefully it's all for the best!
lelezuda -
No BJs for Kylo? Keep up that talk and he might just take you off his christmas card list! :P Though yeah, he certainly didn't deserve it last chapter, though soon he'll hopefully redeem himself.
sydkiwi -
While I can't guarantee there won't be more near death experiences for our duo (okay, I can pretty much totally guarantee that there WILL be), it was something far more innocent looking that eventually got the to do the do. I hope you liked how this worked out, though, and thanks for commenting! 3
Shestoolazytologin -
Well, I know this chapter was late but I hope you liked it anyhow! I've been terribly writer blocked on it. Getting close to the end stretch now and I don't know if it's jitters about being able to wrap this up or just plain burnout since I've written nearly 200k since the start of the year, but it's been tough. Thank you so much for commenting, though, without everyone's support this story would have never made it past ch2! 333
nightreader10 -
Kylo doesn't know the meaning of boundaries. He's so used to being thrown away that the second someone comes around who *doesn't hate him, all he knows how to do is cling cling cling. This chapter marks a big turning point in their relationship, though. Hopefully they'll both start to grow and learn to trust each other soon.
Missing A Muse -
Oh, sorry you didn't like it! :( Things are turning around for our duo very soon, and they're going to finally get some good luck at least for a little while, so hopefully you'll like the next chapters better! Thank you for commenting, I really appreciate the feedback! 3
Aranthera -
Well in this chapter you're starting to find out some of what's been going on and why Rey's been feeling so much on edge (it wasn't ALL unrequited longing for that darksider D, though that certainly didn't help!). More explanations and explorations next chapter, so I hope you check it out when it's ready! Thanks for commenting! :)