Kylo Ren whipped around to stare at Rey with anxious and proud eyes, watching as the objects around the room continued to vibrate and shake, the cabinets opening and closing as anger and hatred soared through Rey's mind and body. He stalked over to her, and the vibrating increased, the cabinet doors were almost flying off of their hinges. He continued walking over to her until he was half an inch in front of her; he put both of his palms on her cheeks, gentler than he had done earlier, and he focused every ounce of his concentration into calming Rey and giving her light and happiness. Though he was proud of what dark powers the little Scavenger had just displayed, he needed her to calm down before she blew up the entire room or anything else.
The shaking came to a stop, the cabinet doors closed softly, and the door to Rey's quarters unlocked. The Scavenger gazed up at Kylo Ren with a hint of a small smile on her face before it vanished. He could see in her eyes that she knew that he had taken away the negative and bubbling emotions from within her. He had not suppressed them but simply taken them away and tossed them into the atmosphere. They would recycle themselves back to someone else, perhaps in a different time or on a different world, but they would recover and take hold of the same intensity if not greater that Rey had once felt. He stared down at the girl for a minute more before waving his hand over her face and catching her as she fell unconscious into his waiting arms. He carried the girl out of the front living room and into the bedroom part of her quarters. He debated between placing the girl on the floor or on the bed; she would surely be uncomfortable on a soft bed that felt like feathers due to the fact that she had slept in that AT-AT for most of her entire life. He shook his head and the thought disappeared; he should not give a damn whether she was comfortable or not. She did not matter to him; he was only to turn her to the Dark side in order for the Supreme Leader to make her his apprentice.
He placed the girl onto the bed, gazing down at her feminine curves as she laid sleeping. The hair that had come out of her signature three knots framed her face in wispy curls that reminded him of Leia Organa's hair from many years ago. The girl was still young but not young enough that a womanly shape had not yet inhabited her body. He gazed wistfully at her long and lean legs, the leggings that she wore were achingly tight to him, and he had a sudden thought of what they would look like naked. Her tunic was the opposite of her leggings and was not tight but loose; her breasts, which were not those of a little girl or a child, swelled through the tunic, and he tilted his head as he wondered if they would be the same color as her tanned skin. Perhaps not, he mused, for she most likely did not wonder on Jakku naked, certainly not around other traders that she didn't even trust. He wondered what her naked body would look like underneath all of those clothes, and his trousers suddenly began to get very tight. Ren uncomfortably shifted, adjusting his pants as he moved out of her room. He closed the bedroom door behind him, anxious to leave the room. He walked into the living room where they had shared their second passionate kiss, and Ren scooped up his helmet as he moved to exit the room. After ensuring that his mask was locked in and tight around his face and neck, he left Rey's new quarters and typed in a code into the keypad outside of the quarters, locking Rey inside and everyone else out. Ren marched down the hallway, making various twists and turns until he stood outside of his own quarters. He held up his palm in front of the scanner, walking quickly into the room as the doors opened and closed after him. He removed his helmet and kicked off his boots once he reached his bedroom, shutting and locking the bedroom door behind him. He walked over to the bed and took off his tunic and leggings, taking more time than he liked to when removing his socks, long sleeved shirt, and briefs.
He stared down at his fierce erection, tilting his head to the side as he grasped it in his hand. It wasn't the first time that he had been aroused; he had seen slave girls enter many officer's quarters in scandalous outfits that made a tightening occur in the lower half of younger Kylo Ren's body. It happened on a copious amount of occasions when he awoke as a young, teenage boy. He had only felt the desire to touch himself due to a seductive situation once before, and that occurred after the first time he and Rey had ever kissed.
He laid down on the bed as he pictured the young Scavenger in his mind, her beautiful brown eyes filled with hate and lust as she kissed the Sith to be over and over again. In his mind, he could feel the soft and smooth skin of her arms as he gripped her biceps in his hands. His mouth moved down her neck to her collar bones and upper chest where he kissed and suckled, marking his claim on the Scavenger. He heard her soft moans, and as he stroked his dick, he felt Rey's hand touching him instead of his own. He felt her warm head grinding against him, enveloping him again and again until he was on the brink of explosion. He grunted and tossed his head back, groaning her name as he stroked his hand once, twice, three times, before a wave of color and fireworks danced across the back of his eyelids. He gasped and opened his eyes as he rode wave after wave of bliss, sighing softly as he realized that he was alone, and the young Scavenger that he had been desiring and fantasizing about was indeed not there with him. He sighed in frustration, some of it anger, another portion due to the sexual tension that had encompassed himself and Rey and still lingered even then in the aftermath of the pleasure that he had felt, and headed off to his bathroom, desperate to clean himself off and pour cold water down his body.
Rey woke up awhile later, her eyes slowly blinking until the surroundings became clear. She sat up and clutched her head as she was hit with a burst of dizziness. Her back ached a bit due to the feather soft mattress that she had been laid upon, if she had any guess. She looked down at her appearance, making sure that the clothes that she was adorned in were still the same ones that she had arrived it. She leaped off the bed in a stance that screamed balance and skill, and her hand gripped aimlessly around the open air where her staff would usually reside. She stood up and tried not to dwell on the fact that she felt powerless without any sort of weapon. Sure, she was able to use the Force, but she wasn't experienced, and it wasn't quite the same as having a large staff to defend yourself with was. The lightsaber that she had used only once and given over to Master Luke had given her a different feel, a burst of power that surged through her palms and radiated throughout her entire body. It was a feeling that she had never experienced in her entire life, one that she had never dreamed to encounter but was forced to face anyways. Memories of the lightsaber are not well to dwell on, she thought to herself, memories of that lightsaber bring back memories of fighting Kylo Ren. Those memories of fighting Kylo Ren (really anything to do with Kylo Ren in general) brought back those same emotions of anxiety and despair and anger and hatred. Rey bitterly pushed aside those memories of her Master and current enemy and turned to look at her surroundings.
There was a wardrobe built into the wall to the left of the bed, and on the other adjacent side of the sleeping device was a door that Rey assumed led out of the room. Rey walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, staring at the mixture of colors that were hanging up inside. There were a plethora of tunics in dark crimsons, blacks, and oddly enough, dark grey. Rey found herself wondering why one would own so many tunics and leggings and socks; it was wasteful to have so many when one could just wash the outfit they had worn that day and change back into it soon after. There were others that surely needed clothing more than Rey did, so she found herself with a slight nauseating feeling. She left the wardrobe alone and walked over to the door across the room.
The door opened up to the larger living space that Rey had been in earlier with Kylo Ren. Pushing aside the name swiftly in her thoughts, Rey meandered over to the kitchen area, opening up various cupboards and cabinets to see plates and cups and what she assumed were utensils to eat with, but she did not know their names. She closed all of the doors and went to open what looked to be a refrigerator, something that she had never seen before, a space that was frigid that held foods and drinks that were perishable and would not survive warmer temperatures than the atmosphere of the refrigerator. She opened the door and peered inside, her stomach growling as she first caught sight of a pitcher of blue milk. Rey patted her stomach quickly, the familiar beginnings of hunger gnawing at the pit of her stomach like an old friend. Ever since she had eaten more than rations and hydration tablets as she had on Jakku, she never seemed to be able to keep herself full. The stress and anxious activities of the past few days had not helped that situation in the slightest. Rey looked around the fridge and saw flatbread and apples and a yellow fruit that she knew the name of but had never seen before. A banana. She only knew of the name because Finn had told her that that was his favorite fruit, a yellow crescent shaped fruit that one peeled the skin off of. It sounded just a bit like an orange to Rey.
Not being able to resist the pull of hunger (not true hunger, remind you, but hunger nonetheless when it came to Rey) any longer, she reached in the refrigerator and grabbed an apple and the pitcher of blue milk. She opened one of the cabinets and grabbed a glass cup, setting it down on the counter as she poured the liquid steadily into the cup. After replacing the milk and sitting down at the small, two-person table that was sat in the kitchen area, Rey bit into the apple, closing her eyes and smiling as she chewed the sweet and juicy fruit. She grabbed a banana from the refrigerator and sat the apple on the table, hesitantly peeling the skin back from the strange looking fruit. It cannot possibly be that bad if Finn enjoys it, she thought to herself. Finn was one of her most trusted allies, the true one and only friend that she had ever had, and if he said that something was delicious, she trusted that he was right.
Rey took a small and miniscule bite of the tip of the banana but found herself aching for more once the piece hit her taste buds. Flavor burst into her mouth as she swallowed the soft fruit, and soon enough, she had downed her banana and half of her blue milk. She paced herself better as she took bites from the apple and small sips from the cup of milk that sat in front of her. She washed the cup in the sink when she was finished and replaced it back in the cabinet, frowning as she threw away the banana peel in the trashcan. It felt so wrong wasting food like that, even if it just was a banana peel that presumably tasted like rubbish. On Jakku, she would have rejoiced to have a peel from a fruit such as that, anything that would rescue her from the tasteless, standard rations. Rey walked out of the kitchen and looked at the chairs and couches that were of course black and red. They were sat in a sort of semi-circle, facing the rest of the living quarters. Rey felt the urge to relieve herself and looked towards the only other door that wasn't the exit. She quickly walked over to it and opened it, turning on the light in the room; she rejoiced as she saw a toilet, a sink, and what looked like the showers that sprayed water at the trading post. She quickly used the toilet and washed her hands, walking over to the 'refresher' as others called them on Jakku to see just what exactly it did.
There were two knobs, and when Rey turned the one on the left on, it sprayed boiling and burning hot water; the one on the right sprayed freezing and frigid water. Together, they would spray a nice, tepid medium that would be wonderful for anyone to bathe in. There was a bar of soap and what Rey thought was shampoo for hair. Her eyes watered as she realized that this was one of the only times that she was actually treated like a human being. Sure, she was fed and given new clothes while she was on the Resistance Base, but there was hardly any time for what people called showers when they were in the midst of a war and trying to find out where Luke Skywalker was. She had never used soap, never used shampoo in her life, and she almost cried as she saw that the scent of both of these things was a delightful smell called Jasmine and Lavender.
She stumbled back into the bedroom that she had slept in, grabbing a dark grey tunic and a lighter grey set of leggings and arm wraps and socks in a moment of wanting to truly know what it was like to feel clean. The Scavenger turned Jedi walked back to the bathroom, closing the door and panicking when there was not a lock. She did not want anyone to encounter her while she was naked, to see her body exposed and vulnerable. She placed foot stool in front of the door, hoping that it would at least momentarily stop any intruder. She walked over to the glass doors of the shower and stripped herself bare. She cautiously stepped onto the tile, turning both knobs in towards each other as she tried to find the right mixture of hot and cold water. Once the warm water was raining down on her body, Rey lifted her head up towards the jet of water and tasted salt as her tears mingled with the water. She knew that she was failing her Master; she had come no further in her mission to bring back Ben Solo. She gave herself two minutes of selfishness, and she began to count back from 120 as she lathered her hair up thickly with the shampoo. Gone were the three buns that held her hair back from her face; her hair had come loose while she had been under the influence of sleep. Rey reached 60 seconds as she washed off her hair and applied the soap to her tanned skin, scrubbing raw at the years of dust and grime that seemed to be in her veins and not just on the outside of her body. She hugged her arms to herself and laid her forehead against the tile as she reached 0, and she began to think of a plan to evade all incoming attempts of Kylo Ren and his seductive ways and to also bring Ben Solo back to the Light side that Rey knew was filled in her very core.
A/N: Seriously thank you to all of you who have read and reviewed and favorited and followed. It means the world to me; I'm so happy that so many of you are enjoying this story so far. Also, I'm a female, so if that whole Kylo sexy alone time to himself is a bit awkward and weird, it's because I've never witnessed that stuff. I've only ever read about it and sort of (not really) seen it on some movies and television shows, so sorry. But, anyways, thank you for waiting through the weird updating phase of me not updating for like two weeks or however long it was, but I'm back with more words than ever. Yay, whoop whoop, okay, bye.