Having sought the solace of a cup of caf Aneep returned to her desk and sat down sullenly. The tank still stood dark and ominous but she knew that there was no point in trying to turn the lights back on. Not that she wanted to, if he needed time to dwell on his feelings then she would of course give it to him. Clearly he had some things to consider given his destination in a few hours' time. She did not envy him. If anything she feared for him and for General Hux. They were all three of them of a similar age she estimated. They had all achieved a lot in that relatively short amount of time, but the limits of their potential were still unknown. The idea of that potential being suddenly and cruelly cut short at so early a stage in their lives made her hate Leader Snoke for the first time. Who was he to judge others potential and dole out such extreme punishments for simple errors of judgement? Was this what the First Order meant- ruthless aggression and no tolerance of oversight? Was this really what she had signed up for those eleven years ago? Then she had been idealistic and young, full of boundless energy and frustrated with the system seemingly limiting her progression. But how far had she truly been able to progress since that point? Had she stayed in the Corps would she be running her own hospital now? Would she be surrounded by wards of patients, her time demanded by colleagues, friends or family perhaps?
"What might the present have looked like down that other path?" she thought.
"Be careful." His voice reasoned in her mind. She immediately looked up to see the tank illuminated yet again. Now though he had turned completely around and was fully facing her with his back to the door. She looked at him… at all of him longingly. What might have been gnawed again at the back of her mind.
"Don't lament the past." He advised. "You can only control the present."
"What should I think of then?" she asked in return.
"What about this?" he mused and in her head she saw her dream replayed. He, shirtless, free of the tank, holding and kissing her as she had imagined the night before.
She flushed embarrassed but smiled at him coyly. It was possible for them to still enjoy the present after all, just not in the way she had originally hoped. She felt a chilling thrill of excitement race up her body at the thought of what they might be about to do. It wasn't real but it might as well be. It was as real as it was ever going to be between them. She knew as certainly as he that there would be no other times, it would be now or it would be never and she did not want to live holding onto that regret. It was time to be brave.
Aneep sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.
She imagined them stood together in front of her desk, she was nearest the work surface in her full crisp uniform and he stood close to her wearing nothing but the high waisted black trousers he had been wearing when he had been stretchered in. Becoming aware of his surroundings Kylo closed the gap between their bodies quickly and he held her against him possessively. She marvelled at the strength of him and the warmness of his flesh. He took her face in his hands and made her look at him.
"Well this hardly seems fair." He smirked and with a blink of his eye suddenly Aneep stood naked in his arms. She felt a rush of awkwardness at her sudden exposure, but that soon melted into heat between her thighs as his hands began to explore her body. Instinctively she leaned her hips closer into him wanting to feel the pressure against her crotch as well as his straining arousal thick and hard against her hip. She blinked her own eyes and was dressed once again. Kylo let out a growl of frustration and looked at her questioningly.
"I want you to undress me." She whispered into his ear and then playfully bit his earlobe. "And don't feel as though you have to be too gentle about it."
She looked into his eyes and there was fire, she kissed him then. Hard. Her hands were in his hair and she filled both her fists with his luscious locks. His hands grabbed her backside and drove her back to the desk, roughly shoving her onto its surface. She was burning for him now, drunk on desire her head was spinning as he took both his hands to the front of her tunic and tore it open with one powerful movement. Aneep could hear the faint metallic clinking as the fastening ripped from the tunic sprinkled to the metal floor. She smiled as she wrapped her legs around him, inviting him closer.
"I have always wanted someone to do that." She said with laughter in her voice.
He kissed her neck and chin and rumbled, "Whatever the Doctor orders," into her skin. She trembled with desire.
"Is there anything you want?" she asked.
Kylo blinked and she was naked again.
"Only this." He murmured.
"Easy to please." She thought wryly.
He kissed her again, his naked chest touched hers and she revelled in the feeling of his weight over her. His hands trailed circles down her naked body causing her to gasp and moan, her skin turned to goosepimples and her nipples hardened. Between her thighs pulsed a hot wet heartbeat, throbbing and burning with desire. When his playful fingers reached that tender spot and touched her finally in that most intimate area he found her slick with desire. He privately marvelled at the level of desire she had for him. He'd never felt so wanted before. He hoped that the memory of this would keep him going through the darker days to come.
His fingers worked skilfully and she moaned her pleasure into his lips as she kissed him. Her breath caught in her throat and made most distracting noises that pleased him immensely. Drunk on his new found power he increased the pressure and speed of his fingers and she groaned in a primal and utterly charming way. He had never brought a women to climax before and he wondered for a moment whether she was driving this part of the fantasy given that he seemed to know exactly what to do. It mattered little at this point as they were both so engaged in the shared delusion that it might as well have been real. It certainly felt real. The only difference being that had this been real life then he doubted that he would be this forward nor this confident. He fed off her sexual assurance life a leaf to the sun and subsequently felt more powerful and sure of himself than he had in years. She would show him the way and he would follow without any of the awkwardness that would have been prevalent in the real world. He'd still liked to have had these experiences in the real world though, had destiny allowed it.
His fingers strummed her like some beautiful musical instrument and she sang for him in deep sensual breaths. He kissed her again and she gasped his name. He looked at her, looked deep into those icy blue eyes and saw his own face reflected, flushed, breathless and alive. Her mouth curved into a wicked smile that elicited a shiver from him that ran from head to toe.
"Use your damned mouth." She ordered huskily.
His eyes flashed with desire and surprise. What a little temptress she was! Though remembering her little cleaning display earlier that should not have surprised him as much as it did. He moved quickly on his Doctor's orders and knelt by the desk replacing his hand with his mouth and tongue. The gasp she made was worth it alone. It ran through his body and all the way down the shaft of his erection which begged to be touched almost as noisily as the Doctor's ecstatic moans.
She was so close now, so close. Close in the real world and close in the fantasy. Somehow the sensation manifested itself to her real body sat at the desk like some wonderful wet dream and she was so close to climax she could feel the heat of her cheeks and the sweat on her brow. She was high on the sensation and her own power. She could order him to do whatever she liked and he would obey. She'd never found herself in that position before and she intended to make the most of it.
"Faster." She gasped and he did as he was instructed.
Oh it felt good, so fucking good! She felt the climax building closer and closer with every movement of that beautiful mouth. Her hands disparately clung to the desk (and to the seat of the chair in the real world) as her legs began to shake as the pinnacle of the wave hit and she felt the world crash around her in a spike of sensation that had her screaming his name in jagged breaths.
Her heart was beating fast in her chest as she slowly floated back into her body. This climax had been even better than the night before and she needed a second to get her head back in order. For a moment she was sat back at her desk, fully clothed with sweat trickling down the back of her collar feeling the last pulsing throbs of her orgasm between her thighs. She'd left him in the fantasy for a moment but she looked up to find him floating in the tank. His brown eyes were still staring but he now had a smug look on his face.
"I suppose he should feel proud," she reasoned to herself, "he just made me orgasm without even touching me."
Staring up at him she bit her bottom lip playfully and closed her eyes again. This time they were both naked and stood by her chair. As they moved to kiss one another again Aneep's hand sought his erection and she teased him with her fingers just as he had done to her.
He growled his response into her ear.
"I want you now."
"Tell me where and how." She purred, squeezing him tighter.
He considered his options carefully- or as carefully as he could manage given what her hands were doing to him at that moment. There was really only one way that he'd pictured an encounter like this going in his head. Given his lack of experience and also given the fact that an opportunity like this would may never present itself to him again he decided to take opt for his imaginings.
"In that chair with you on top."
Her eyes sparkled with surprise and delight.
"As you wish commander."
She pushed him backwards and he crashed into her office chair with some force. The little minx just smiled down at him as he gazed up at her. His erection throbbed angrily at being released from her tender touch. It didn't stay angry for long. She knelt at his feet and taking him in her hand she licked the full length of him in one long and slow movement just as she had done to the tank. She looked at him with that wicked smile on her face again and this time it was he who found his breath caught in his throat. It was the most erotically charged moment of his life and she knew it…of course she knew it, she was in his head just as much as he was in hers. She leant down for a second prolonged stroke of her tongue and he felt as though he would go mad. Her took her hand and noticed that his own was shaking.
"Get up here now." He ordered, and Aneep gleefully obeyed.
"Not so smug now." She thought to herself triumphantly.
Straddling him with her legs either side of the chair she positioned herself over him so she could slowly ease herself onto him. She wanted to control it, make him wait and watch his face as they joined together as one.
Kylo reached up and released her hair from the bun and allowed her white blonde locks to tumble freely across her shoulders and down her back. He looked at her, really looked at her and said,
"Thank you."
She smiled and kissed him tenderly as she slid onto him slowly.
The warm wet welcome of her arousal closed around him in a wonderful and pleasing way. They fit together so perfectly he wondered why they hadn't always been doing this. He then had to remind himself that they weren't really doing anything, they were just dreaming about it together. But it felt so damned real and so, so good as she began to move her hips in a steady slow rhythm. If felt real, it was real to him. As she moved on top of him he looked up at her and worshipped. She had her hand at the back of his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss as her hips slowly built up a rhythm that brought him closer and closer to… his hands feverishly grabbed her hips and hers fingers dug into his shoulders.
"Faster." He croaked and her body complied.
The downward thrusts came hard and fast now. He found that he liked to watch her as each shuddering thrust found its mark. He liked to see the reverberations of it crash through her whole body, it made him feel incredibly powerful in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with bloodline and latent force abilities. It was a raw, dominant, masculine power and one that he wondered why he had denied himself of it all these years. Soon though it became hard to concentrate on anything but the sensation of her flesh and his. It even became difficult to keep his eyes open as her hips took him to a new plane of existence as he edged closer and closer to climax. It was as though the whole galaxy peeled away and left only the two of them, joined and happy at the warmth of each other's skin. He found himself clinging to her, his face buried in her neck, tasting her sweat on his tongue as their rhythm built to a crescendo. His hands filled with the soft flesh of her hips as he held her roughly trying to keep a balance on reality and fiction (it did not work). His final thrusts lifted them both from the chair as his body parted in an explosion of ecstasy. Falling back into the chair his head lolled back onto the head rest as she leant panting on his broad chest listening to the rapid beating of his heart. The climax had been wonderful and real, enjoyed in both the fantasy and in the real world. He opened his eyes groggily and found the world was blurry and close. Of course it was, he was still enclosed in that blasted bacta tank. His Doctor sat two meters away from him, she wasn't on his lap, she was sat in the chair that in their shared dream they had so explosively christened. He missed the dream already. For the first time he truly lamented the fact that he would never be able to hold her or anyone like this in the real world. The Supreme Leader would never allow him to get so close to someone. He knew it as assuredly as he knew that he would not see Aneep again after today. This thought saddened him to the point of anger. No, not just anger but rage, pure rage.
But, he would always have the memories. No one could take those away from him now.