Chapter summary:
Where our duo get frisky in the water part 2 and Rey gets to live out a questionable fantasy during which she has a lightbulb over head head when she's on her back. Oh, and they have their "talk". It goes… yeah, good talk...
The last few meters of the climb out were the worst.
Daylight burned down upon them now, the sun hurting her when it had once been her soul's element. Even after such a short time away, Rey's eyes had become highly sensitive to darkness and the direct light seemed almost blinding. It made traversing the rapidly widening pit into an epic challenge. So much of the ground had collapsed down into that great cavern below that it felt like they were scrambling through thick quicksand: the more they struggled to reach anything solid, the more their ground under their feet gave way.
By the time Rey first claws her way up onto solid ground, she's shaking, breathless beyond belief, and pretty much as filthy as she's ever been. Dirt in strange places. Dirt in her lungs. Don't even get her started about under her fingernails.
"We-" cough cough- "we made it."
Rey literally chokes on the words, her lungs burning with all the dirt she's just inhaled.
Kylo grunts in agreement. He sounds like he just swallowed a Pink Pincushion.
The first thing she saw of the surface had been the sun. The second was the welcome return of the blue grass. Rey flops face first into it, savoring the sweet perfume of life and fresh air. She can still feel the rumbles of the ground below them as it shakes with the final aftershocks of the collapse.
Kylo immediately drops next to her, limbs sprawled out wide and he faces up instead of down. All falls silent other than the labored sounds of their breathing and the occasional odd groan of settling earth.
Rey feels absolutely exhausted, filthy, and still in a state of fundamental disbelief. Did any of that really just happen? Any of it?
"Varn..."
"He was such an asshole, Rey. Tricked you. Stupid, stupid Jedi."
Fatigued though she may be, Rey still flops her arm up and drops it hard on Kylo's stomach. He grunts, annoyance echoing back into her mind.
Nobody, not even her bondmate, gets to shit talk her great great great… whateverth grandfather.
Scratch that, especially not her bondmate.
"He helped us get out, didn't he? Showed me the way and what I needed to do to get us to freedom?"
When she speaks, Rey gets a mouthful of grass. She's recovered enough to flop over again, laying on her back and staring up at the sky. It's purple and neon blue. And that green fringe is still there, a hue tinting the edges of the horizon. So that answers that question. The air feels different, though. Clearer. Less of the fog of strange energy that had seemed to saturate all things planetside.
"It's beautiful," she hums, savoring the unexpected sensation of being both alive and outside again.
It is. This planet is beautiful. The most beautiful sight she's seen for… forever, maybe. The sight of clear skies and open freedom.
Kylo seems less awed by the majesty of nature. He lifts his head up to glare at her. Rey crooks an eyebrow at him. If he's covered head to toe in dirt and plant bits like an inexpensive haloween costume of a ghillie suit, then how must she look?
"My kriffing lightsaber, Rey?" Kylo's voice is thick was accusal. "You destroyed it. What do you have to say about that?"
Oh… right… That.
It takes a big person to say that they're sorry. Rey is pretty sure she tapped out her grandness down by the crystal.
"Well I wasn't going to use my own, obviously, but I thank you for your sacrifice."
Kylo makes a choked noise. Rey looks over again and he's turning a very strange color under all that muck.
It brings her to a very convenient change of topic.
"Where the hell even are we?" she asks quickly, sensing a litany about to be unfurled her way.
Kylo growls, easing himself slowly up to standing with all the speed of a man who has been through some things and needs to take his time attaining the vertical.
It was mostly a rhetorical question since one place on an uncharted planet is every bit an unknown as anywhere else. They're in a different sort of jungle, one where from Rey's unusual vantage of laying flush with ground level, seems every bit as strange as ever before. Here the trees are narrow with huge, shooting leaves stretching pretty much their entire height of at least two or three stories. The grass is that same vivid blue from before, but now tipped with pink occasionally. Other than that one familiarity, wherever these cave systems finally disgorged them is someplace entirely new.
"My saber, Rey. We're not done talking about this."
Oh but she is. Whether he is or isn't really doesn't bother her too much either way. Still, she sticks her tongue out at him when he refuses to help her come up to her feet.
"Left or right?" she asks.
Reluctantly she lets Kylo take the lead and drag her away from the cave's newest entrance by her wrist. Maybe she's just a little bit in the doghouse. Maybe that's why she let him do that. Or maybe it's because he so obviously gets off on controlling her and she's too tired to fight him right now.
Boundaries. Gotta discuss those soon. Damnit.
Kylo tips his head in her direction, eyebrow raised.
"What is it?"
"Do you hear that?"
Rey hadn't been paying much attention to their surroundings. It was so bright. Too bright. The sun felt superheated on her skin and her mind was still reeling over the fact that they had almost died yet again.
Then she does and there it is, they have their direction.
A river. The river, maybe?
Perhaps. Even if it's not, right now it's exactly what they need. Fresh air and fresh water. Limbs all where they should be and her bondmate by her side. They need a plan. They have no plan. Go to the river it is then.
Getting cleaned up is a priority.
The river was wide and pebbly, with few of the sharp rapids or deep water that Rey had come to expect from it. Still, she absolutely hadn't wanted to go anywhere near it, having enough negative associations of those raging currents and certain death to last her a lifetime.
Tired of her procrastinating, Kylo had simply picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, striding quickly towards the pebbly banks and all the while dodging Rey's attempts to 'accidentally' kick him in the junk.
"Macho jerk."
She squirms her way free of his hold before he can toss her in, opting instead to carefully dip a toe, boots and all, into the dark teal waters.
"Current seems slow enough," she comments warily.
Kylo is well ahead of her and shares none of her reservations. He strips off his clothes rapidly, peeling them back when necessary and sending dried bits of mud splattering through the air all around him. Rey looks down quickly as more and more of his body comes into her view.
Is this their new thing now? Her getting randomly turned on by something as simple and natural as bathing? Because, if so, that's kind of a problem. What with this being a sweaty jungle planet and all.
"Rey."
A yank of the Force against her ankles sends her stumbling forward before she snaps his control on her. When she glares at him, she's rewarded by the sight of his perfect, pearl white backside as he dives into the water.
Gods.
She clears her throat, turning away from where her other half is splashing about in the waters to begin to disrobe herself. Rey can feel his eyes on her, and his stare is loaded in more ways than one. He's still pissed off, she knows he is. Maybe he's justified in that, maybe not.
Still, it takes more than one steadying breath to remove her last few layers. She places them in a low pool to soak, then hurries in, kicking up as much water as she can to hide herself.
Kylo moves in quickly, sidling up to her and dragging her deeper than she would normally want to go. She expected nothing less from him. They need to have the talk soon, don't they?
Strong hands turn her by the shoulders, one holding her in place and the other splashing water over her skin, washing off all the deep tracks of dirt from their exodus. Rey sighs, perfectly content to be served and doted upon, until he steps closer behind her to growl into her ear.
"My saber, Rey. You stole it from me."
Just hearing his voice so low and dark is enough to make her feel flushed. It must be all the residual adrenaline. All the stress and tension is still in her system, giving her body a whole new set of ideas about how to burn it off.
If she was in the caves still, Rey could blame the pollen or the energy. Now, out here in the open air, it's-
"Just you, Kylo. Just something about you."
She turns to face him head on then, her cheeks tinting at the altogether lewd look he gives her exposed chest. When she reaches out to touch him, he snatches her hand out of the air and drags her close.
"I'm very angry at you, Rey."
Oh, he is? Well then… Time to up the stakes.
"I did what I had to do, Kylo." She tries not to squint despite the harsh glare of the overhead sun. "I did it and I'd do it again. I'd throw your bloody sword into that crystal a thousand times over if it came down to it."
He frowns, his lips pulling tight into a grim line. Rey's pulse quickens. He looks so… enraged. She loves it. She absolutely loves it.
"You just had to pick my karking lightsaber, Rey? What, will spreading your legs for me bring it back?"
Gods, is he still on that? That was ages ago, and Rey's horny now!
"Oh that stupid blade of yours, gods Kylo."
Rey wriggles in close, pressing her naked and wet body up against his naked and wet body. Kylo's glare intensifies, the lump of his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in front of her face. His resistance, though token, makes her feel actually a good bit silly for being the naked gyrator of their relationship instead of him filling that destiny-appointed role.
"Rey, I'm warning you..."
She breaks out into the widest of grins. He's warning her, huh? That's good. That's perfect. That means she has him right where she wants him.
Rey pulls on his arm again. A compliance test. It wraps itself around her back, holding her tightly to him. She's not even sure if he knows that he's doing that.
"Kylo? I did it. I stole your precious lightsaber from you and destroyed it. And, you know what?"
She drops her voice low and her eyes to his lips. His grimacing, frowning, plush, delicious lips.
"What?"
His arm tightens even more, now beginning to squeeze the breath out of her.
"I don't regret it for a minute. Not even one."
She can hear Kylo suck in a lungful of air at her admission, vibrations rolling from his chest and into her bones. How funny that barely a week ago she would have been terrified to be held by an angry Kylo at all, let alone while naked and sopping wet.
"You're trying to provoke me."
A fantasy begins to play out in her mind. Not her fantasy, but his. One she has seen before.
"I'm trying to provoke you."
"Lightsider."
His hand shifts down, moving to possessively grab her ass. Next to her stomach his arousal begins to twitch and swell. Oh yes, she likes the feel of that. Her body remembers what they had shared again and again the night before.
Rey's arms wrap around his neck, trying to tug his head down closer to her own.
"Supreme Leader," she purrs, savoring every nuance of emotions she can feel through their connection.
Kylo growls, the sound of it low and rolling through her straight to between her legs. He doesn't like her calling him that, how fun!
Their kiss is messy and passionate, escalating from zero to beyond so fast that Rey can only hold on and go with the surge of desire that rises within her other half. Kylo bites and suckles her lips, nipping at her harshly and stealing her breath away on his path to absolute dominance. Rey gives him that, feeling how that ego of his is being stroked with even the slightest glimpse of submission from her.
You're impossible, Lightsider.
If you're angry, Kylo, show me. Take me like you're angry.
Gods, the words even sound needy in her head. She's getting dizzy with desire, her hands clawing at his arms for stability as her legs grow too weak to support her own weight.
"Grass. Now. On your back."
Kylo's eyes roam over Rey's body without a hint of doubt or shame to them. His stare is so heated that she can practically feel it, a light hint of sweating breaking out across her skin in anticipation of the vigorous physical connection that was hopefully soon to come between them.
"I don't want to be on my back, Kylo. Not this time."
Rey presses that image back into his mind, the one he had shared with her before. The vision he has of taking her when he's angry. Rough. From behind. Pounding into her with a fury.
When she opens her eyes, Kylo looks ready to eat her alive.
You liked that, did you?
He growls low in her mind, the sound of it setting every nerve inside her alight. Even without his real voice, he sounded furiously annoyed with her.
Rey bucked her hips forwards, grinding herself again him. He was already hard. She was already wet. They were even clean now, too. This could be the start of another memorable few hours for them.
"I am angry, Rey. And why in the kark should I give you what you want? Give me one good reason after you destroyed my blade?!"
She'd meant it when she said she wanted him. This new lust is altogether foreign to her, but there isn't a single soul in the universe she would rather celebrate being alive with more than Kylo.
"Kylo?" She looks deep into his eyes but can only see herself reflected there. "Take me again. Have me any way that you want."
He drops low and pulls. Rey jumps and wraps, tangling her arms around him as they kiss again, this time no amount softer or sweeter than before. Kylo lifts her out of the water, her legs danging from bent knees as he stomps them back to the shore.
Rey bites his shoulder. She doesn't know why, but that sweet fleshy piece of muscle connecting it with his neck was just right there in front of her. Absolutely tantalizing.
The growl he gives her in response makes it so worthwhile. His muscles of his back are tight and corded underneath her fingers as she rakes them over his skin, and then they're on land and he's holding her up on her tiptoes while his hands roam along every part of her skin they can find.
'You were very unwise to provoke me, Scavenger."
She gasps as his hand presses between her legs, one holding her thighs apart and the other cups her mound possessively. One of his fingers, his middle finger, finds her little nub and begins to rub it in slow, steady strokes. He normally… he's not wasting any time, is he?
"The question is, Rey-" his free hand grips her ass, keeping her still and driving both his arousal against her skin and her own expectations surging "-is whether I should prepare you or not? You seem hell bent on breaking my control, so maybe I should let you?"
"Kylo!" she squeaks, her eyelids fluttering.
His hand dips lower, the finger leaving her clit to push inside her. Despite his words, she's plenty wet enough that he can slide it in with nothing more than a pleasantly cool burn to accompany it.
"Gods!" she cries out as he begins to pump.
Her legs shake, her body weight suddenly becoming harder and harder to support as he toys with her. Their previous foreplay had been a little more meticulous than this, even during the height of pollen raining down on them and making them sticky in more ways than one. This time it's different. Something more honest between them.
"Do you like this?"
It has to be obvious that she does. He sounds so cocky. Smug. She shouldn't allow this. Absolutely not.
Then one finger becomes two and her pleasure spikes, her legs threatening to give out from underneath her and making her weight sink down on his hand and his fingers abruptly press deeper inside.
"On your back, Rey," Kylo orders, removing those lovely digits from her.
She collapses to the ground, her head swimming with confusing desire. The cool blur grass pools around her legs, tickling her bare and sensitive skin. Rey supports herself on her elbows, looking up at him with wide eyes.
"First your back, then on your knees from behind. That's how I want to take you this time, Rey."
Kylo presses her down flat with a palm over her sternum. She fights him when he wrestles her hands above her head. They both seem to be getting something out of her token show of resistance. His arousal is already firming, poking at her naked stomach as they thrash about.
"Careful, Rey," he warns, holding her wrists with one hand. "You keep this up and you're going to get exactly what you wanted. Could you take me now? Take me inside of you without any care? Or are you still too fresh and innocent for that?"
His free hand dives right between her legs once more, making Rey gasp and arch her back at the bold move. He shoves her thighs apart, kneeling between them.
His fingers find her slit again, stroking her in rapid-fire bursts that snatch the air right out of her lungs. Rey can feel how wet she is already, and it had nothing to do with just being submersed in the river water.
"Is that what you want, Rey?" he switches from rolling to flicking and slapping her little button, and the pain of it adds a whole new element to her growing arousal. "You have to tell me it, or I'll stop."
She can't help herself. Rey knows that she should, knows how dangerous working him up like this could be, but she can't stop now. Not when things are getting so interesting.
"Why don't you just go into my head again, Kylo? Find out what you're- oh kriff!"
His fingers slide inside her again. Two of them and they trigger an immediate wave of inner flexion in greeting.
Kylo smirks above her, and Rey has seen that look on his face before but never when it came to her. Prey. She's his prey right now, offering herself up to him to be devoured.
He pushes in deep, all the way down to the last knuckles, and Rey completely forgets that he hasn't answered her yet. He's not hurting her, far from it, but he's also deliberately not giving her body enough time to comfortably adjust. She can feel his intent to discipline her radiating through their connection. But, when he tries to add in digit number three and she shakes her head, he stops. Settles for aggressively fingering her G spot until Rey is reduced to a shaking, trembling, gasping mess.
"You wanted to talk about that, right Rey?"
She's close to coming already, just from him teasing her with two of his fingers. So close to coming, in fact, that Rey doesn't event recognize he had said something to her until his hand slows and he repeats his question.
"What?" she gasps, bucking up.
Kylo cocks his head to the side, regarding her and Rey doesn't trust that sly expression on his face. He's up to something. Even now, when she's giving him free access to her whole body, her bondmate is up to no good.
"You wanted to talk about 'boundaries', was that it? You kept thinking about them but were waiting for the right time. Now it is. Start talking."
To prove his point, whatever the hells his point may be, his fingers begin to work her again, spiking her pleasure with each roll of his hand.
"Now?" she manages to squeak out. "You want to talk about our relationship now?"
"Relationship? Since when do we have a relationship? I thought it was just meaningless need fueled by the energy of the caves? Or have you changed your mind about that again?"
When he scissors his fingers Rey's eyes widen and she thrashes, then he crooks and pumps them Rey starts to feel so close. So desperate for more more more.
"I… we need… you..."
Rey can't think. This feels so good, but so unfulfilled. Emphasis on filled. She wants so much more than his fingers. She wants-
"It's fine, Rey. Don't worry. You just take your time and find your words. What was rule number one? What was the first wall you want to put up between us?"
He's not teasing her. Not trying to draw out her orgasm or leave her at the brink like he did before. This time it appears he's working her with a purpose, and Rey knows that once she gets off on his hand he's not going to be done with her yet at all.
"One, Rey," he reminds her, " what was rule number one?"
"Ah!" Her walls clasp and release, priming themselves for a very focused orgasm. "Stay out of my head! You're always- fuck! You're always prowling and listening innnn..."
She has to grab and claw at the grass underneath her to hold herself back. He'd better fuck her properly after this, or she won't ever forgive him.
"Listening in when you don't want me to?" he offers, completing her sentence for her. "That seems like what you're trying to say. You've said it before, of course, so maybe that was just my lucky guess. What about two? Surely you're got more than one in you?"
The double entendre of his final words is not lost on Rey as she crests, crying out and trashing harder and harder in his arms as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She wanted more godsdamnit! She hadn't wanted to come yet! Not like this!
"Kiss me!"
She pleads the words in a near sob, and Kylo immediately complies. He lets go of her wrists to cup her chin, holding her head from tossing from side to side as his lips find hers.
She's still clenching on his fingers as their tongues tangle, and now that Rey's arms are free she wraps them around his back, marking him with her nails. Every cry she makes, every moan and whimpers, is swallowed by his mouth over hers.
Finally she falls slack, her head rolling back dizzily. Kylo begins to kiss her neck then, his hand still and unmoving within her.
"Two?" he asks.
Rey's ears are ringing. She's sweaty and breathless and so, so, so horny still.
"Two… two is-" his fingers leave her, her oversensitive flesh confused by the sudden lack of sensation down there. "Two is that you can't cuddle me."
Kylo slowly stiffens in her arms. His head lifts from her now thoroughly-nibbled skin of her neck so that he can regard her with a testy expression upon his face.
"Oh? So should I leave, then? I suppose since you're done I might as well just go off and-"
"Gods, Kylo! Don't be such a karking ass all the time!"
As weak as her post-orgasmic limbs are feeling, Rey still forces herself to wrap her arms and now her legs around him tightly to hold him in place. Kylo grunts when their lower bodies meet, but he keeps his own arms locked straight, holding most of his weight off and away from her.
"Don't just cuddle me all the time," she continues with an annoyed huff. "Like, after sex is wonderful. But don't just… fondle me randomly whenever you want to. Got it, you karker?"
Now that she's come down enough to be able to count from one to two, Rey's starting to feel rather bothered. Not only was that a dirty trick of Kylo's making them have The Talk now, but he'd rather ruined what could have been a ground-shaking orgasm for her by being a prick.
Kylo shakes his head at her, one corner of his mouth twitching slightly, and Rey rather gets the impression that he's already broken rule number one and hasn't let onto it yet.
"I hear you, my beloved foul-mouthed Scavenger Queen, I hear everything you say. Will there be anything else you desire?"
His weight shifts, rocking from one side of her to the other as he makes himself more comfortable on top of her. Rey's gaze flickers down to his erection before looking back up in the blink of an eye.
"Don't stand so close to me all the time. Personal touch bubble, Kylo. Think about it."
She peels her hands away from his back, placing one on top of his shoulder to pull him a little closer and the other beginning to trace its way down his chest. Kylo watches the movement of her fingers and Rey finds herself quite annoyed that his mind is so closed off to her right now.
"What else?" he says darkly as she reaches his abs. Just a short distance below her hand is his length, and Rey can't quite build up her courage to full on touch him there just yet.
"Ummm..."
She'd had something else. She can't remember. Can't recall anything but the memory of their last time together under the effect of the pollen. After that he had used his mouth on her, but that had been the last time they'd properly fucked.
"We should have sex more often."
Now it's her turn to prove her point. She skims her fingers over his length, testing the weight and firmness of him. She wants him to help her. Wrap his palm over her and show her exactly how he wants to be stroked. He doesn't though. Rather he watches her face, hardly paying any attention to the curious but uncertain hand stroking his most sensitive of parts.
"I think that last one I can live with," he says finally.
His hands leave her skin, and Rey feels somewhat neglected. His gorgeous, perfect shaft, that thing that brings her so much pleasure, is already leaking. If she had any doubt that he was as turned on as she was at this moment, the sight of his arousal now banishes them without a trace.
"Turn around," he says," go onto your hands and knees."
It's an order, not a request. In any other time, Rey would never allow him to get away with such an assumption. But they're roleplaying now, or at least she is, and so she's going to make a one-time assumption because he just sounds so damn sexy at this moment.
Rey starts to turn, sliding her legs out carefully from underneath him, and she squeaks when Kylo roughly grabs her hips and flips her over himself. The grass is soft and smooth against her skin, their twin shadows casting a deep darker shape from the sun high in the sky.
"You shouldn't have broken my lightsaber, Rey. That was a very, very stupid mistake."
Despite knowing now for a fact that he would never, ever intentionally hurt her, Rey's heart still starts to beat faster.
"You're angry, Kylo? Then punish me. Show me."
In his fantasy, he had been rutting into her with passion. Sloppy, messy, pounding movements. Rey knows that, if he were to really take her like that, it might hurt. Or it might feel amazing. She wants so badly to find out which one it will be.
Turns out that, no matter how angry he may be about his lightsaber, Kylo still has plenty of Ben Solo in him. He holds her hips firmly but not too hard, and guides her backwards to him.
Rey bites her palm, stifling her mewls of anticipation as he adjusts himself between her legs. She knows for a fact now how good this will feel and her bondmate, as always, does not disappoint. He presses at her entrance and it still take him a good bit of effort to breach her again. But when he does, it's bliss. Worth every bruise she'll have on her arms and knees tomorrow as she feels that first delicious stretch.
He pulls on her hips then, pulling her onto him rather than push forward himself. Rey whimpers, rolling her hips to ease his way inside her. It serves as a welcome distraction, the sensation of taking him inside of her is much sharper now that her mind isn't fogged over with chemical lust.
"Ready?" he asks.
She nods, clutching the grass firmly and closing her eyes as she focuses on the sensations starting to bloom within her.
Kylo slams his hips forward abruptly, taking her deep and drawing out a long, ragged moan from her. So much so soon. She has to will herself to relax and give into this, but as soon as he sinks in to the hilt he pulls back. His hands grip her hard, holding her in place as she instinctively
tries to buck back against him with each powerful thrust.
Her clit aches, longing for the same affection the rest of her is getting. Kylo must sense that, just like he senses every other part of their lovemaking. One of his hands lets go of her hips to stroke her nub and Rey chokes out a shocked scream as he pinches and holds it.
"More, Rey?" he breathes against her ear.
"More!"
She wriggles her hips in a circle now, discovering quickly that if she arches her back as he pushes inside her that's when he stimulates both her G spot and that hidden bundle of nerves at the deepest parts of her passage.
The pace picks up again, Kylo grunting with every slam of his hips against her. Every now and then he hits something that makes a dull ache, but everything else is overwhelmingly pleasurable. She's getting closer and closer with every stroke, her walls tightening and clinging to him as he empties and fills her.
"Rey?"
His voice is broken but insistent. She rolls her head, trying to look back at him but it's not easy with her hair in the way and her body shaking with his every movement within her.
"What?" she manages to ask.
"Five, Rey: you stop telling yourself this doesn't matter. This doesn't mean anything. We both know it's a lie."
How can he talk at all when she's falling apart? He's right. It's awful, but he's right.
"Give!" she gasps, her body starting to spasm again.
He seems to accept this, giving up on tormenting her with his mind games to focus on getting down to business. Rey drops her head down, closing her eyes and surrendering to this moment. Sex like this with him is… perfect. Maybe better than other positions because here he can really lay into her, or maybe it's just because she's getting fucked now and the pleasure is building so quickly.
"Kylo..." she whines.
Three more thrusts and a pinch of her clit send her over. Kylo fucks her straight through her second orgasm, his rough and deep movements only enhancing her ecstasy as her body clings tightly to him with every stroke.
He doesn't let her come down, though. His hand pulls and presses against her clit, drawing out every possible wave of pleasure from her nerves as his own movements take on an unsteady pace. Rey starts to moan nonstop, her orgasms mingling together so effortlessly with every slam of his hips.
Then he stops short, picking her up and roughly flipping her over. Purple sky instead of blue grass fills her vision, followed immediately by Kylo's lips on her own. Bliss sings along her nerves as he pushes inside and starts thrusting again, a question shoving itself between her incoherent thoughts into whats left of her rational mind.
"Yes," she whimpers softly.
Kylo shouts short, his whole weight collapsing over hers. Every part of him holds her tight: his hands on her shoulders, his legs wrapped along the outside of her own.
Rey can barely breathe as he fills her, a round of tight and intense spasms gripping her inner muscles to accompany his own orgasm. This feels so right. Their bodies were made to do this. Do this with each other an no one else.
She loves the heat of him inside her. She loves everything about it, honestly. Even feeling him slowly soften as he nuzzles her.
They collapse together, limbs and lips intertwined. This time it's her turn to nod off, closing her eyes for a few moments and feeling perfectly content to let him hold her and watch her.
The afterglow is such bliss.
Rey is hard pressed so decide which parts of their new ultra-adult activity she likes best. The foreplay where Kylo teases her until she's a needy, panting, whimpering mess and somehow she's okay with this because it just feels so karking good? That lovely, full feeling when he first pushes inside her and her body beckons him deeper so beautifully? When they climax together or apart? Well, yes, obviously that last one is a big hit for them both.
Still, there's something about the afterglow when they're a tangle of limbs, sharing both breath and heartbeats, that makes Rey think things. Dangerous things.
Rey could spend an eternity like this: tangled up in Kylo's strong arms and basking under the dazzling sun. This would be a good life. Freedom from everything. Alas, it was not meant to be her life.
"Kylo?"
He's laying astride her now, his heavy head resting over his heart and the hand of the topside arm drawing lazy circles around her stiff nipples.
His eyes flick up to hers, a soft smile playing on his lips. There he is. There's her dopey, lovey other half.
"Wanna go again?" he asks. "I'm still horny."
She snorts. Mr. Romantic.
"Yes, but… I had an idea. No, not about that-" Kylo hand had begun to wander as she spoke. "About what you said to me when we were- a few minutes ago. About how freeing my relative at the trifling expense of your wretched blade was a stupid idea."
Annoyance twitches at the bridge of Kylo's nose and Rey jumps when he pinches her nipple in retribution. She slaps his hand away and holds it in place as she continues with her line of thought.
"That wasn't the first time you told me I'd had a very bad idea. Do you remember the other one?"
Kylo's still pouting. Pursing his already overfull lips out over that kriffing saber of his. He shrugs to Rey's question, going back to amusing himself with her responsive breasts. In this case, blowing on her nipples and watching as the skin there twitches because his hands are still being held off.
"Kylo..." she clears her throat. "DO you remember the other time?"
Kylo pauses for a second. Then he rolls off her and lays flat on his back.
"No, Rey, I don't. When you ran away from me? Dumbshit move. When you cracked the kyber with my blade and collapsed a whole damn cave on top of us? That was also-"
"Not then, Kylo. Shut up. Much earlier, when we were separated after we crash landed here?"
He shrugs, seeming to think little of it.
"You mean the first time you ran away from me? Is that it?"
"Shut up. Yes, then. I'd had an idea of using the energy of my lightsaber to power the transmitter. You told me it was really stupid. Then we had that whole thing of you getting the power cell out of the crash pod."
Kylo looks up at the sky, a frown forming on his brow. When Rey had first had that idea, it had been a plan of desperation. Now they're back full circle to stage one.
"So… what do you think?"
He swallows. His frown grows. Rey wriggles her arms under his head, lifting it and sliding under him so he's resting on her lap and she can stroke his hair.
"I think..." He clears his throat and Rey kisses the space between his eyebrows until that frowning line disappears. "I think that we haven't anything left to lose, do we?"
She shakes her head. They really don't. Nowhere to go, a lifetime to get there, so they might as well really ruin their transmitter cause why the hell not?
"It's worth a shot," she agrees.
He pushes off of her, both of them sitting up and Rey wraps her arms around him from behind so she can rest her head against his back.
"Do you still have the crystal from the cave? That little piece of kyber that had been leading us through the tunnels?"
Rey blinks. She'd forgotten all about it. It's in the pocket of her pants which are currently soaking in a pool of muddy water.
"You want to try it first?"
It's less powerful Maybe they'll get two shots at this instead of one.
"We probably should get dressed first." He kisses her palm. This time he helps her up to her feet.
"And we're splitting laundry duty," she tells him. "If you think I'm playing homemaker and washing your karking clothes for you… Dot dot dot."
Kylo snorts, walking ahead of her back to the river banks. The sight of his perfect ass reminds her that her engine is still rumbling.
Maybe… maybe they have time for another round. In fact, they have nothing but time now, don't they?
Rey doesn't try to hide it. She breaks out into a full run, catching up to her very surprised bondmate and tackling him to the ground.
Author's Note:
Oh how this chapter fought me. End of story jitters perhaps? I'm really not happy with how it turned out, but it is what it is I suppose. I was sick off and on all week so I'm going to use that as my excuse.
Only 3 chapters and an epilogue left now so I wanted to give our duo a lowkey moment before shit goes down. I've set the personal deadline of May 24th to complete this fic because, on the 25th, I'm going camping in Croatia for 2 weeks and I want to start working on new projects when I'm there (plus I may not have internet access). I'm also starting to really doubt the ending I have planned, but I've just got to remember that it's all going to work out… somehow...
comment replies:
LyricalRiot – Sorry about Kylo's sword, but now he'll just have to make a new one, won't he? Rey always hated that wretched thing too...
pobrediabla – Confirmed: Kylo didn't take the loss of his beloved lightsaber well. But they did have rough and kinky apology sex so it could have gone worse! At least they made it out of the caves, too!
Jriggs – Not xactly fluff this chapter, though maybe a little at the end. I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying this story! 3 more chapters to go now, so I hope you stick with it until the end 333
sydkiwi – They are both super happy to finally be out of the caves. So much so that they didn't waste any time this chapter celebrating for 6k words! Poor Varn too, but at least now he's finally at peace. Maybe he'll come back as a Force Ghost along with Luke too? We'll see!
Shestoolazytologin – This planet really did bring them together, didn't it? The jungle kitties aren't done yet, you can guarantee that! And our duo IS sort of getting better at talking with each other. Kylo was rather manipulative about it this chapter, but progress is still being made! Baby steps for these two, definitely.
Nightreader10 – The green energy of the planet is still there (as noted by rey seeing the tint in the sky) but it has transformed and isn't as strong. What does that mean for the jungle cats? Well, you're find out soon, I promise!
Nerd Mom Writer – Well I hope you liked this chapter too even if not too much happened other then our duo rolling frantically! Sorry for the delay, hopefully the next chapter won't be so long!
Missing A Muse- Rey is starting to come around with her feelings for Kylo. She really secretly loves spoiling him silly, so that's making it hard for her to keep being so mean and childish towards him. Thanks for commenting and I hope you check out ch20 when it's ready! :D