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Supremacy, 34ABY
'Where are the Resistance heading?' Phasma had asked this question at least fifty times already. 'I told you. I'm not with the Resistance. I'm a tinkerer from Takodana who got caught up in the fight.' My eyes were bloodshot and I could feel my body growing weak from the torture. Phasma sighed and walked around the chair I was restrained into. 'When will you learn rebel fighter? Stun her.' An electric metal probe was stabbed into my side again and I howled out in pain. A burning sensation stung throughout my entire body and I gritted my teeth; I was attempting to withstand it but failing miserably. 'I can go all day scum. The sooner you tell, the sooner you die and all this pain stops.' I felt the probe retract and I panted uncontrollably. My body throbbed, feeling drained and exhausted. 'I'm telling you, I know nothing.' Throwing my head back onto the metal seat, I mentally prepared myself as another probe stabbed into my arm this time. Phasma ran her fingers across the material on my legs, examining it. 'Who got you these clothes? Is there a Resistance sympathiser on this ship?' Gulping in oxygen as the electricity was withdrawn from my skin, I shook my head violently. 'I stole it.' She walked towards the door, turning briefly to address the other troopers in the room. 'I'm taking a break. Triple the damage and leave them on until she tells us where that cruiser is going.' Warm tears leaked out of my eyes as she left the room. Three probes jabbed into me and I felt the electricity frying into my bones. I let out a blood curdling scream, causing some of the storm troopers to flinch and back away. I screamed and screamed, finding it was the only way to get some relief from the agonising pain my body was enduring. More tears splashed out of my eyes and I jammed them shut, clenching my fists so hard it felt like my thumbs could break under the pressure. I was screaming so loudly that I barely registered the sliding sound that filled my ears and the unmistakable noise of a lightsaber switching on. 'What the hell is going on here?' My eyes opened to a slit and I saw Kylo yelling at the troopers, his eyes ablaze. 'Phasma's orders sir!' They exclaimed, raising their hands into the air. He swung his saber uncontrollably around the room, killing all of the troopers. Running to my side, he tried to remove the probes himself with gloved hands. Yanking at it caused me even more pain and I screeched at an increasing volume. Frantically, Kylo raised the burning red plasma and sliced it down through the main control board. The electric pulses stopped and the probes fell limp; the restraints holding me down flicking open. I could barely stay awake as he slid one arm under my legs and the other around my back. Breathing heavily, it felt like he was running in slow motion as I felt my vision slowly turning to black.
Coming around, warm sheets surrounded me. My body gradually twitched to life again and I sat up steadily. Kylo sat on the end of the bed, his hand outstretched. One of his gloves lay on the sheets and he maintained a steely expression on his face. Rubbing my face with a hand, I tried to remember what had happened previously but could muster nothing from memory post our argument. 'Ren, what are you doing?' I asked inaudibly. It was clearly just loud enough to hear as his face turned to look at me head on, tuning out from whatever he was doing. The metal that had previously adorned the cut on his cheek was now gone, the scarring fully healed. 'How long have I been out for?' I tried to stand get to my feet, but he rushed over and lay me back down. 'A few hours. Stay lying, you won't be able to walk.' Narrowing my eyes at him, I shrugged his hands away. 'Don't touch me. I haven't forgotten what you did. I need to leave, I need to go home.' Moving to the other side of the bed, I uneasily got up. 'Where is Pibble?' Scanning the floor for my bag, I saw it lying near the door. Wobbling somewhat, I made my way over to it and tried to lift it onto my back to no avail. 'I couldn't kill Leia.' Placing a hand against the wall to steady myself, I looked over to Kylo. 'No?' 'No. Not that it mattered, the rest of my fleet took it upon themselves to blow up the command deck.' Sighing, I pushed myself upright with help from the wall. 'Well, at least you didn't pull the trigger eh?' Running a hand through his hair he stood up and walked towards me before stopping a few yards away. 'You can't leave.' I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow. 'I think you'll find I can. You brought this on yourself. You complain about being alone but all you do is push anyone who actually cares about you away.' Turning my back on him, I headed to the door with my bag in my hand. 'Don't go. Please.' The word 'please' made me stop in my tracks. Looking over my shoulder, I saw one wet tear run down his cheek. He gently extended his hand and I felt myself being dragged over to him. As I bumped into his chest, Kylo moved his hands around my back and embraced my body against his. It was as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders as he buried his face into the top of my head. The man had most likely not had a hug since he was a child and neither had I. My fingers dug into his back, holding onto him tight. He gently parted from me, pulling my chin up to his carefully. 'You don't have to-' 'Just shut up.' He breathed, placing his lips against mine softly. I had never known him to be so tender in his entire life. His kisses were soft and controlled, and I felt myself melt in his arms. He spun us around slowly, moving me backwards toward the bed. Wedging his knee between my legs, he lay me down on my back, continuing to kiss me delicately on the neck. His hands began to manoeuvre around my clothing, undressing me. My breath consistently got caught in my throat becoming fractured every time his lips grazed my skin. Yanking his shirt off from over his head, I saw the burn marks that adorned his torso from past battles. He pulled his trousers down before lacing his fingers with my own, using the other hand to hold himself upright. Leaning over me, he smoothly began to thrust his hips against mine. A small moan escaped my lips and he clutched at my hand. Kylo bent his head down and rested his forehead against my own, our noses almost touching. Closing my eyes, I allowed him to take my innocence away without protest.
I awoke with my head resting neatly on his broad chest. I momentarily sat up, looking out of the window. The cruiser was still being fired at, its support ships now just fragments of metal floating through the galaxy. My eyes fell upon the man beside me, sleeping soundly. For the first time in a long time, I saw Ben lying there. His face was expressionless yet so calm and relaxed. I cherished the moment, knowing that as soon as he woke up I'd be with Kylo again. Reaching out, my fingers gently traced his jawline, sighing heavily. What we'd done was about to complicate everything so much more and I still couldn't quite believe it had happened. Nestling back down alongside him, I wrapped an arm softly around his waist and buried my face into his shoulder. Dozing back to sleep, we both were alerted awake at a loud knock on the door. Panic filled my face and he sat up quickly. 'Get between my legs.' He pushed my shoulders. 'Yeah you'd like that wouldn't you?' I mocked him and he frowned. 'Not now Tess. Just do it.' Rolling my eyes, I lay between his legs under the black sheets, resting my head on his covered stomach. 'Enter.' He demanded and I halted my breathing. 'Sir, there's an escape pod approaching, we think it came from the Millennium Falcon.' Dismissing his subordinate, I heard the door close. Before I could react, Kylo leapt out of bed and started to get dressed. Crawling out from under the sheets, I tucked them around me to maintain some dignity. Mustering up some courage I finally spoke. 'Are we gonna talk about what happened between us?' Sitting on the end of the bed, he yanked on his boots with ease. 'What's to talk about?' Taken aback, I slumped a little. 'Well, I didn't want it to complicate whatever happens next.' Kylo scoffed, pulling his gloves on and walking towards the door. 'Nothing is going to happen next. What transpired between us meant nothing.' Leaving the room with ease and locking the door behind him, I felt my entire body sag under the weight of his words. I was foolish to think that sharing such an intimate moment with him would've changed anything. Upset and angry at myself, I threw the sheets off of my naked body and grabbed my clothes that lay strewn on the floor. It was time to go home.