I felt the need to include this picture, thank me later.
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Kylo rolled over, squinting at the shaft of sunlight peeking through the curtains.
He rubbed his eyes and looked down to see her still sleeping, tightly nestled in the sheets. Making those adorable, quiet little noises she always made while she slept. The kind of sweet sighs that made him forget she was still a highly skilled fighter.
The kind of fighter that picked up a lightsaber for the first time and gave him a lovely scar.
This was exactly how he wanted to see her. Calm, content, rested. Safely tucked in his bed right next to him. His Little One right where she belonged.
As quietly as possible, Kylo climbed out of bed, silently tiptoeing across the room. He let out a breath when he saw that she hadn't moved, still very much asleep as he walked through the refresher door. He grinned to himself, thinking of why she was so tired.
He'd had her before, of course. But not like last night. Nothing even close to last night.
The vulnerability, the passion. The connection. He couldn't even remember a time he'd felt so understood. There was no way she hadn't felt it too.
Everything melted away. The opposing sides of war, the dynamic of captive and captor, all the instances of tension and struggle. All of it gone, only leaving the two of them together in one perfect moment.
Something had changed and something was different, though he couldn't put his finger on it. But whatever it was that had made him feel that way, he'd do anything to bottle it up and keep it forever.
Kylo leaned down in front of the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing cool water on his face. And just for the brief second that his eyes were closed, images of her danced behind his eyelids.
He grabbed a towel to dry his face before looking at himself mirror. Scratches littered his chest, visible reminders of the night left by the gentle bite of her fingernails. He turned slightly, noticing similar marks on his back too.
He noticed his low-hanging sweatpants tightening as he thought of what had caused the marks. The way she'd whimpered and moaned for him, clinging to him as he wrung every ounce of pleasure from her. Nails dragging all over his skin, pulling him closer as she unraveled beneath him.
Kylo had to bite back a groan, shaking his head as if it would empty his head. It didn't, of course. The girl lived rent free in his head at all times. The worst part? He loved it. He loved that she was always on his mind. He loved his obsession.
Once he felt slightly put together and a bit more awake, he exited the refresher and walked back to the bedroom. Again quietly, still not wanting to disturb her.
As he approached the bed, he noticed that she was now clutching a pillow in her arms. And he realized it was because before, she had been nestled next to him. Her hand on his chest, head nestled on his shoulder.
He thought it was a bit ironic that she always did that. Clinging to him while she slept. For someone who incessantly insisted that she didn't want him, she never spent a night in his bed without sleeping in his arms.
Not that he was complaining, though. He'd spent so long feeling so lonely and it was nice to feel needed for once. To feel wanted, simply because this stubborn girl that just loved to bicker with him never failed to fall asleep with her head on his chest.
It wasn't one sided by any means. If she hadn't been the one to close the space between them, he certainly would've.
Gods, the way this girl could make him so hard and yet so soft.
He lowered himself into the bed, his frame filling the same indents he'd left as he climbed under the sheet. He leaned closer to her and gently brushed away the untamed hair that was covering her face. And when he did, he saw her own evidence of the night before.
Her neck was littered with red and purple marks. Bruises left from his fingers and lips and teeth, decorating her smooth skin and trailing all the way down to her chest.
Kylo carefully reached for the pillow in her arms, gently pulling it away from her and tossing it elsewhere. Her chest was now mostly revealed to him, the sheets just barely covering the lower halves of her breasts. Like he'd expected, her breasts were just as colorful as her neck was. Red and light violet patches, all left by him.
His hand found the curve of her shoulder, slowly dragging his fingers down across her bare skin. He followed the gentle form of her body, trailing his hand down her sides and to her hips.
By now, his pants were growing obnoxiously tight. So much so that he subconsciously pushed his hips against her, groaning when he felt his hardness brush her soft and warm upper thigh.
For fucks sake, she hadn't even woken up yet and she was already making him painfully hard.
Kylo bit down on his lip so hard he nearly drew blood, trying his hardest to stop his movements. But right as was about to exert his last bit of self control and still his movements, he felt her move.
His eyes snapped open, mortified that she may have just caught him in the act. That there might be a witness to the Supreme Leader's lack of restraint.
But she hadn't. At least, he didn't think she had.
Her eyes were still closed, breathing still rhythmic and even. And yet he knew he had just felt her push her hips against his, mimicking his same desperate action. And she'd done it asleep.
A hand slithered underneath the sheet, finding her bare hip. He used it to guide her against him, aching for the slight bit of relief it had previously offered. It wasn't enough, but it was better than nothing.
Gods, he was hornier than a fucking teenaged boy.
His imagination inflicted him with vivid recall, down to every last detail. Those intoxicating sounds spilling from her lips, the feeling of her skin on his. The way her voice cracked as she begged him to cum, desperate for release. And Kylo, having to contain himself, exerting an almost painful amount of self control when all he wanted was to watch her unravel for him, and to do the same.
In an attempt to quiet himself, he dipped his head down and pressed his lips to her shoulder. It was a miracle she hadn't woken up yet, considering Kylo's cock was grinding against her thigh while he tried to muffle his groans against her skin. But then again, he knew she was absolutely exhausted, and had become nearly comatose after their session.
He continued rolling his hips against her, growing needier by the second. But even through the pleasure he could tell how wrong this was.
He'd just gotten the girl's trust again. Well, at least a tiny sliver of trust. Enough for her to come back to him and completely bewitch him with just the touch of her lips. Enough trust to peacefully fall asleep with him, the most vulnerable state a person could be in.
