bakerstreet | The slowest burn is the most painful

[ I cannot lie to you. Kylo's first thought on being thrown into a wall???

Hot.

I can't make this shit up-- he's getting a confusing boner. A confusing boner he is going to try not to let on to.

Second thought-- Cool. He can use this against Hux right now. He sees those droids puttering about and shoots them a quick look that conveys everything he needs to say. They're leaving. Let's not get in the middle of a fight with two force users okay?

(Go report all this to hux flying monkeys.)

His attention's back on Rey and he's not fighting back, not yet. He's not quite at the level of being scared for his life. And even if he was this death would be a thousand times more preferable than whatever the general has planned. ]

You certainly let him dress you like a slave. [ He's winded. Suddenly they're in the forest again and she's circling around him. Great. Maybe he will die here. Time to dig that grave a little deeper. ]

He did suggest watching us on our wedding night. Maybe he's projecting.

[ This goading elicits another sharp spike of fury, sudden and steep. It's like her heart is pumping poison into her veins and the more elevated her pulse gets, the more of it there is. Black sludge coursing through her. The Dark. Whispering for her to hurt him again.

Instead, she drops her hand. By then, the droids have gone, and the two of them are alone. Again. ]

Let him watch. There'll be nothing to see. I'd sooner die than touch either of you.

[ She turns her head away and looks into the mirror, disappointed to see the sting of anger in her eyes. How is she supposed to make it three days here with her eyes on the horizon when just one day has been enough to make her grapple with the Dark? They're wearing at her.

Maybe Poe was right to be afraid of her. For her. ]

What are you doing?

[ Through the dark comes clarity. These barbs don't make sense unless he's trying to incense her — no, like, really, that must be his actual end goal. ]

What is this really about?

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[ It takes him a moment to get his bearings back. To get his breath back and- maybe vague disappointment that she didn't murder him.

But he can think on that later. ]

I don't want a slave. [ First and foremost. Even when marriage hadn't been on the table he hadn't wanted to enslave the remaining Resistance and force them to do his bidding.

Like. Maybe murder them? But his anger had chilled the fuck out. It's a confusing life in Kylo Ren's head lemme tell u. ] I also don't want someone who is willing to let Hux push them around.

[ Which is harsh but... The droids are gone, he can speak actual truth now. His datapad vibrates and by god he hopes that's Leia. ]

Hux is going to try and have both of us killed. [ That much is obvious. He's been pushed around by Force Users his entire time in the First Order. He's thoroughly kerfluffed enough that getting rid of the last two would make sense for him. ] He wants to use both of us as a symbol.

[ Which-- he has to wonder if she minds at this point. She's defeated, willing to just give in. He understands on the level that she had to admit defeat, come here, and is now engaged to him but-- ]

If you're killed a few weeks-- days out from the ceremony, what do you think that means for the Resistance and your friends?

[ That hope could be chained and snuffed out easily. Like-- sure his death would be welcomed. He's not disillusioned enough to believe anyone sees him as anything more than Kylo Ren

Honestly his death only benefits Hux-- and combined with Rey it may finally break his mother. ]

[ Trying to make himself look better in contrast, then. Rey only offers him a piteous shake of her head for that. All of this about what he wants, as if she has any interest in aspiring to be something he wants. Yes, thing. He came in here treating her like a thing to be traded and given away. ]

I'm sure he will. But if you can't learn when to shut your mouth, you're going to push him to doing it sooner. [ She turns to look at him more fully, stepping down off the dressing platform and pulling her skirts up so she can actually walk towards him. She still has her boots on. It's actually a little comical, all things considered. ]

This was a ploy to change my mind about the ceremony so he could move the wedding up, convince the two of us to sign papers and be done with it. Probably so he could blame your death on me and have me executed.

[ This math she just finally completes now, that Kylo has made it clear that Hux's intent is on their lives. Probably he believes the First Order will survive another coup and it could put him in charge. ]

Wearing a dress doesn't make me a slave. It makes me smart, laserbrain. If he wants me to get angry and call off the ceremony because of this, that's exactly what I'm not going to do. [ This logic, apparently, hasn't extended yet to 'he intends to frame me for killing my husband, so I better make it look like I actually do love him even when we're in the First Order.' Or maybe it's willful self-delusion again, on that note. ]

And trying to worm out of this just gives him room for more negotiations. If there's no need for a dress, there's no need for — [ She waves her hand as if to indicate a long list of items. ] And then suddenly we're married tomorrow, and both our necks are on the chopping block before we've found a way to subvert him.

[ Something flashes across his expression at "laserbrain" excuse him. He's having a hard time reading that one. ]

I'm not saying don't wear a dress. I'm saying don't wear--[ Okay, he's picking at the lace a little right now. ] -- this dress.

[ This wedding planning business is fucking hilarious. And actually. Because Kylo is now realizing he needs to tip his hand a little more and not be an emo mass of "i'm forever alone" darkness-- ] And I don't need to pick the dress either.

[ Which just. Sounds ridiculous. Right now. Like Then no one's picking the dress???

Wait one second, he's checking his dumb datapad for a second, I SWEAR TO GOD IT HAS TO DO WITH THE POINT HE'S MAKING AND. Cool. Information has been received. ] We're not working alone right now.

[ He just--- holds the screen out to her. Another encrypted message that he's just received. He can't have direct conversations with his mother-- it occurs to him Rey could now and he's-- been blind to that opprotunity, but he needed to get the point across to his mother which is clear in that message she's sent him

Kenobi is alive.

He's asked his mother for help, this is officially the Supreme Fucking Leader working together with the Resistance to overthrow the fucking general of the First Order. Yeah. Sure he could choke him out, that'd be super darth vader to do-- but this has been a confusing turn of events, Rey's been thrown into the mix-- and maybe this is a chance for the actual restructuring of the chaos of this system he wanted. ]

I'm -- [ Can his mouth form these words? ] -- sorry. For sending Dameron away without warning. I've needed to work faster than Hux, he's not giving us a lot of time.

[ And-- he still can HARDLY GET ALONE TIME WITH REY BECAUSE HE'S TRYING TO GIVE HER SPACE EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE BOTH THE TWO WHO NEED TO WORK TOGETHER. ]

[ Rey's eyes flicker between Ben and the screen, trying to make sense of it. She knows that message because it's a Resistance protocol. Ergo, Ben should not know that message. It could only have come from Leia, and if it came from Leia, it was because the message that he'd sent Poe off for had been received.

She swats his hand away from the lace of her dress anyway. He doesn't get to go from talking about Hux raping her to picking at the skirts of her would-be wedding dress. That's not how this works. ]

I think we should go to your quarters.

[ LOOK HE DOESNT LIKE THE DRESS ON YOU. AND LIKE HE'D LET HUX RAPE REY HED OFFER UP HIS ASS LIKE POCAHONTAS JUMPING ON JOHN SMITH YOU ARE WELCOME FOR THAT IMAGE

And okay-- cool. Maybe opening up?? And Talking about things is good??? And-- wait ]

Do you want to change first?

[ Or just walk around in that ridiculous dress? ]

[ She looks down at it. It's soft on her skin, fine and delicate and meant for an elegant decoration. Not a Jedi. She turns her back to him, but she doesn't walk away yet. After a moment's pause, she figures out how to put it to words. ]

You sent the droids away.

[ And they helped her into it. He's going to have to help her out of it. ]

[ --Face. Twitches just. A bit.

You can do this Kylo. You posses the strength. Deep breath. ]

Fine.

[ He's fairly sure this isn't what Hux or she had in mind when that aforementioned thought of "ripping the dress off" occurred. But there is no voice put to that as he just-- steps forward and begins to unfasten and un-pin her from this mass of fabric. His eyes remain focused on his fingers and hands so he isn't actually getting too much of a peek at her skin.

Which he's like. 100% more aware of now.

Well at least he's still wearing gloves. No skin-on-skin contact here. ]

Is that enough?

[ Can he turn away and not think about how he really really really wants to run his fingers along the curve of her spine now??? ]

[ No, whispers a hoarse and needy urge in the back of her mind. Every so often the leather of his gloves brushes bare skin instead of the dress, the ghost of a touch, and Rey has to steel herself against it, thighs clenched together.

It's not right to feel so keenly aware of his closeness, to want to encourage him to finish what he'd started, after what he'd just said. He'd acted like as much of a monster as ever. That wasn't the kind of person you welcomed into bed. And, stars, she has to go straight to his quarters after this.

The assault on her will is just coming nonstop.

She sucks in a breath to steady herself and says— ]

Yeah. Yeah, I think I can get it. [ But she doesn't, yet. And she doesn't turn to him because she's holding the dress up just barely to cover her chest because the singular point of contact from her collar isn't enough to secure it. It'd just be a rope of pooled fabric down her middle, if she let go now. ] I'll just be a minute.

[ So if he could, like, turn around or step outside ... ]

[ Yeah, if you don't think that "rip her dress" off comment isn't just repeating through his mind non-stop right now. Like.

They're getting married. This is natural.

Just let that fabric slide down and wrap your arms around her Kylo Ren. Lean over and press your lips to her skin and-- ]

I'll be outside.

[ At this point if he hears the fabric fall he's going to explode. So he's just-- pushing past the door and going to stiffly stand guard outside. With his dumb man arms and body, and dumb wet hair half tied up, and his dumb feelings for this woman who now thinks he wants to send her off to Hux to be raped.

Really-- after Hux is taken care of he'll just want to send her off to do whatever because otherwise he'll just see her everyday and think "Dumbdumbdumb shoulda touched her as she took off that dress".

Thank god they both still refuse to open up their minds to each other. This is pure comedy gold. ]

[ The door slides shut and Rey lets out a breath of simultaneous relief and disappointment. The dress pools around her on the floor, and her hands slide down her arms just a little too thoughtfully. Savoring the feeling opens the door to considering other indulgences, but—

Kylo is right outside the door waiting. So she stills her hand on her abdomen and squeezes her eyes shut. What would Poe think if he knew she was feeling like this about Kylo? What would Finn think? Yet that doesn't suppress the mental image of Kylo's gloved hand sliding up to grip one of her breasts while he ruts against her from behind.

She needs to rinse off. This is the training session's fault. She's sure of it. One cold shower and she'll be rid of these thoughts for good.

Rey steps out of the puddle of her dress and puts her other clothes back on, including putting her bra back on, and then hits the button to slide the door open and chase him out of the supply sector. The dress is still there in a puddle behind her on the floor as she, short of breath, asks — ]

Ready? I'd like to get this over with.

[ Cool. He's good. He's-- fine. Especially with that response as if they are actually going to do something awful. Like get married.

He just hums and... wait how should they walk? No- don't over think it. Just walk, she'll come with you. If you try to hold her hand or link arms she will definitely murder you and you aren't trying to keep that illusion up right now. Good.

They're making their way to the lift when--he goes over the timeline of what just happened in his head and...makes a calculated guess. ]

Have you gotten the chance to eat yet?

[ She keeps an even pace with him, at his side, close but not too close. She doesn't look happy to be there, but she doesn't look unhappy. Just … wary. For a while, she thinks they're safe in a semi-comfortable silence, but then he ruins it. Or … interrupts it, at least. ]

No.

[ She admits that a little reluctantly, but she doesn't have it in her to dodge when she's just surprised that he thought to ask at all. He had said he'd get her whatever she needed, though. Apparently he was invested in her survival at least as far as it came to the two of them subverting whatever scheme Hux had. ]

[ Scheming on an empty stomach is not ideal. It's actually the worst. Actually also part of mind washing 101. Which he is not about (haha add that to the list of things Snoke probably did).

Into the lift they go. At the very least being Kylo Ren and Supreme Leader garuntees no one tries to follow them in. ]

I'll have something sent up then.

[ He's also guessing she didn't have a chance to clean her body but like he is going to make that suggestion.

Just remain quiet and don't discuss feelings. Or her back. Or the freckles on her skin you saw.

None. of that. ]

You don't have to do that.

[ She says this instead of 'thank you.' Not to prompt him to correct her and insist, but instead to accept that he is doing it and point out the bare kindness of it. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, and … regrets it. It makes her aware again of the itch for friction that she feels between her thighs. ]

I'd like to shower first.

[ He can probably tell why. She searches him, briefly, then decides she doesn't want to look at him. Not when she's strategizing how to get a moment alone and rid herself of this discomfort so they can have an honest-to-Light conversation. ]

If you don't mind.

[ -- He glances over quickly and it is a miracle from god and the fact that he is a good 16 or so years past puberty that his voice doesn't squeak ]

In my quarters? [ There is no way to recover from this. No way.

But you know. It should be fine. Especially since she'll notice that the shower is still humid and thick with the shower HE was in the middle of and she'll be stuck thinking about him naked in there.

This is going to be FINE. ] That's fine.

[ He'll just sit across the room and wish his table full of enemies ashes were there so he had someone to talk to about just how awful everything was. Good.

The lift stops and-- he has to key in a code because it's apparent this lift takes them to the other end of the hallway of his barracks. Not direct lift access... but really it keeps out unwanted guests. ]

Anything else?

[ Wait until she's showering, then appear and start touching her all over. No. Don't take off your clothes. Get your goddamn leather gloves on her skin, Kyle Ron. ]

[ He asks, which makes her think it's not fine, but she'd rather they stay close until this is all made clear. Until they have a plan. If they split apart before that, they're just going to get picked off and divided by Hux. Neither of them actually wants that, as much as she doesn't want to make herself comfortable in his quarters. ]

No.

[ Yes, whispers the Dark, urging her to shove him up against the wall of the lift and—

She blinks that thought away and huffs out a breath. Definitely the training session. Or … anger. Her frustration, that feeling of impotence being in this place. It's just giving the Dark a way in, that seed which already exists in her, which comes and goes like the tide, chased away by the brightness of her Light.

The lift door opens and strikes out in the direction of his quarters immediately, like she's escaping a fire. She knows the way. She'd been here exactly once. ]

[ It should be a little more disconcerting how Rey is just barging in his room, but like. At least he's not a sloppy person. And he owns almost Nothing except like. His outfits and his sabers and goddamn he's a boring person.

He'd point out where the refresher is but it should be obvious by the steam still lingering and the light is on and-- he really did haul ass across half the ship to get to her and stop Hux's mental assault.

Good luck sorting through all his hair products and skin products Rey. ]

Everything you need should be in there. [ He's just going to make a b-line to his own corner of the room. A larger computing system with more communications and note on it. He can like. Pretend to work while Rey's in the shower. At the very least he needs to figure out what the fuck Hux is doing and now that Kylo's got Leia on his side he may be able to reverse some of it.

Oh. And call for food. That too. Cool. Should be here whenever Rey finishes not thinking about naked Ben Swolo in the shower.

Or has to sit there and stare at the used towel he left hanging off the edge of the counter like.

Should she use it? Can that help her get rid of her urges? ]

[ To her credit, she does hover a bit in his room rather than beelining for the obvious refresher. She could have just sprinted to it. Certainly some parts of her wish that she had. But instead, she looks around when he invites her to it more explicitly and only then heads over at a normal human pace for the fresher.

She keeps it together until the door shuts behind her, and then she trips the lock and strips down. The whole room still feels muggy with his shower, and Rey takes a few quick glances around it to imagine what it looked like in here then, steam pouring out of the shower while Ben doubled over, one hand pressed against the metal, the other tugging at —

No. Certainly not. Right? Except he'd made more pointed sexual observations towards her today than any other time combined, so maybe. That makes it more real. There's a part of her, a significant part, which is sure he's not Ben yet. Her trust is misplaced; he's still Kylo Ren. But Kylo Ren wants her just as much as Ben Solo did, and by the sound of it down on the supply level, he's more possessive. He thinks he owns her.

She tries not to court these thoughts while she turns the water on. They have no place here. They certainly shouldn't intrigue her. It scalds her bare skin at first and she yelps, pulling her hand back.

She glances at the door. Had he heard that? It was loud. She doesn't want him barging in here to make sure she's okay, and he might otherwise, so she says— ]

I'm fine.

[ It's a normal, conversational voice. As she steps into the slightly cooler shower, she listens for a reply. The water catches the slick mess that arousal has made of her thighs and carries some of it down the drain, but that's just evidence of what's still there. She can feel her folds swollen with want even without the stickiness of her thighs. ]

[ He does perk up when he hears her cry out-- hoping she didn't slip and then she calls out that she's fine and. He relaxes. As much as he can anyway. His hair is going to be a mess. He's trying to think of his hair and not the sound of the water and her in his shower. Rey naked. The skin of her back. Or her wet hair.

Right. Nope. Supreme Leader. Doing that.

Unfortunately for Rey she doesn't get a loud response, just a hum and almost unconsciously he reaches out through the Force and sends her a ping-- before. He realizes they aren't. Doing that right now.

Whatever. Fuck it. Don't think about it too hard.

Right now he's more concerned with answering a number of the land slide of messages he's received-- many from Hux (like he's going to answer those); but more importantly, a few key delegates, politicians, diplomats have reached out. Good. He may actually be able to extend the date on this dumb marriage. Three days was ridiculous, everyone knew it except for Hux. If Kylo Ren looked more agreeable to actually work and be flexible. Well, by god, that was one more point in his favor.

They can't move it by weeks, but they can extend the celebration (He's still cringing at the term celebration). The start of which could happen within three days times-- a week long of festivities and then a marriage to cap off the events.

Ridiculous, but more doable.

He can work this in their favor-- he nearly sends out the message to make the changes but--

Right. Rey. In the shower.

Just wait until she's... done and not naked to see if she's on board with this.

Working. Together. To get married.

Shit fuck him.

At least the food has arrived. He goes out to meet it and sets it aside on his bed before he goes to check the other bevy of messages he's received. ]

[ She doesn't hear anything from him?? So maybe he didn't hear her. And shut off from him as she is, his little nudge through the Force never gets through. She hunches her shoulders and only then realizes that there was a reason she'd been measuring if he could hear her.

That's some premeditated masturbating in her fiance's shower right there.

No. No way. That'd be ridiculous. And she's angry with herself for even thinking about it because she shouldn't be feeling this way in the first place. More than ever, she feels like that conversation over her wedding dress shows that there's no good down that road. She shouldn't feel attracted to him in the first place. Giving into that attraction will only encourage it.

But then she's thinking about him being in here not so long ago, hands running over wet muscle. Even if he was just cleaning himself, she wouldn't mind watching —

Oh, kriff.

The longer she waffles on it the weirder it's going to be that she hasn't come out yet. She'll make it really quick and she won't think of him at all and then she'll go back out there and continue to have no interest in actually marrying the man.

This egregious level of denial grants permission for her fingertips to slide over her skin, starting at her chest. Her nipples are already stiff, and she pinches at them, soft at first, but then sharper. The gasp she makes is half a cry, but muted. Being quick about it doesn't mean she can't take care of herself.

She leans up against the wall of the shower stall and lets her hands roam down over her abdomen. Her fingertips skirt the skin over her thighs, but she's already aching. She doesn't need to tease like that. So she spreads her knees and hunches her shoulders so she can slip one, two fingers up into herself.

She's soaked. On a lot of levels it's humiliating. She blames the training session, thinks of him holding her against the wall. If he'd just pushed his knees between hers and lifted her higher, what a show those stormtroopers would have gotten. She hadn't been paying attention; if he'd put his mouth on her throat, worked her up, she never would have noticed them.

She's found a steady rhythm for her thrusts by now. A wet sound as she presses her fingers up into her cunt, curling against that spot she knows so well. It winds her tighter faster, to do it like this. A seething sound slips past her lips, eyes drifting shut. It feels so good, like this. Better imagining that it's him, holding up her legs instead of her arms, fucking her against the training room wall.

If she'd been this slippery then, he could have just slid in. Easy. It's easy to imagine that he'd feel like this, but — wider. Reaching deeper. She's not sure what that would mean. She's never … But it's the principle. That's the same. And soon murmurs and moans of quiet approval are slipping out of her mouth.

She's no good at quiet. She's never had to learn to be quiet. But she chants to herself, wrapped up in her imagination. ]

Yes, Kylo, fuck me.

[ And when she has chased tension down from her belly into her cunt, and she can feel it tightening around her fingers, she pulls them free. It feels like a loss, but all that lubricant was getting washed away anyway. It's better like this. She rolls her wet fingertips over her clit, arching and undulating and whimpering as she alternates strokes, stoking that fire.

The fantasy has become very specific now. She's on the floor of the training room, her legs spread, held up by Kylo's huge hands while he buries his face between her thighs and laps at her clit. Would he make her beg for it? She bets he would, so she does. She doesn't even realize she's turned up the volume. ]

Yes. Please, please, I want to come. Make me come, Kylo. Kylo. [ The final cry as her orgasm washes over her is really just above normal volume. And, well, he hadn't heard that. So … surely she had been quiet enough, right? There's a brief moment where she panics, stills, but —

No. It's fine. And it's out of her system now. She turns the shower water to punishingly cold while she rinses herself off, quick to soap and shampoo up to make up for the lost time of her little self-care session. That process makes her more keenly aware that she's in his space, and — the whole thing feels a little dirtier for it. Like maybe she should warn him that she'd come in his shower so he could bleach it or something.

That sounded ridiculous, though.

She puts her sweaty old clothes back on before she emerges from the shower, the flush gone from her face courtesy of the cold water. Her hair is tied halfway up into a single bun over a waterfall of damp waves. ]

Food's here? [ She looks surprised. ] That was fast. [ No, girl ... you just ... took the time to masturbate in his shower ... ]

[ You know he was having an almost productive time. Like. He was being actually productive and fine and then-- Well first he hears his other name and he's confused. And then worried. Like. Steps up to go investigate- quiet as ever. Like not even asking to figure out what's wrong or why her shower is taking so long and then.

Oh.

Oh.

He's confused, and flushed red and now-- Now he's getting hard. Quick. And he's like. Thinking to his dick "no. don't do that." And his dick is just not getting the message and she's in his bathroom he has no where to run to rub one off quickly. Oh my God why is Rey coming with his name on her lips? He can't go in there any more. All he'll be able to picture is her and her calling his name and--

In the most desperate attempt to distract himself from what just happened-- he actually reads through Hux's communications. All of them. Even tries to answer them but all he hears is Rey's voice echoing through his head and---

She exits the shower, looking. Normal.

Maybe he imagined it?????

He's still flushed, still fighting off being super turned on-- not looking composed right now. Bets on how long it takes Rey to Get what happened.

Rey. Why? ]

Yeah. [ Hoarse. A little pained. Oh my god he is suffocating. How does he discuss marriage shit after this. ] Feeling better?

[ SHIT. NO KYLO. NO.

(and he definitely isn't. oh my god) ]

[ She goes to the bed, a shameless diversion straight for the food because she doesn't need to play around with that shit. He surely can guess why she prioritizes it over whatever they're about to talk about. That instinct is buried deep in her. She'd gone so long scavenging for scraps, and—

There's a hoarseness in the way he replies, and his question strikes her odd. She looks over at him, stuffing some chunk of fruit into her mouth with her fingers, and notices for the first time how frayed he looks.

What's his deal? ]

Yeah.

[ Offered casually, blankly, and—

And then it sinks in. Some of the color drains out of her face. No. He hadn't heard—

He would have said something, wouldn't he? She'd have heard him asking after her, or … or anything like that. She hadn't been that loud, had she? And if she had, did he think that was on purpose? Mortification is a new look for her, a new emotion for her, but here it is. On her doorstep, like, 'hey, figure out what to do with me! I'm yours now!'

She wants to throw it in the dumpster and forget about it.

Instead she finishes chewing that piece of fruit and licks her lips and fingers clean in a quick motion. Don't make it sexual don't make it sexual don't make it sexual. ]

No. Not really. [ She says this like it's a correction rooted in the previous statement being a lie and not a correction because she hadn't realized how Not Okay her life was until the moment after she'd replied. ] We need to be on the same page. You and I. [ Maybe if she just yanks this train back onto its tracks they can pretend that didn't happen. ] Tell me what you and your mother have been discussing.

[ He's not sure if she knows. If this is some sort of new torture. Like did she figure out that he was not only attracted to her but also still had feelings for her? Was this revenge?

'Oh yeah I just need to take a shower and then loudly moan your name and masturbate and--'

Oh god now he's thinking about it. Thinking about how she used her fingers, how many, or did she need to use something--

... Oh no if he finds something in his bathroom sticky with her he is gonna just throw himself out an airlock. Into a star.

The Supreme Leader is in Our Stars because I Masturbated In His Shower.

KYLO SHE'S TALKING TO YOU. ]

We haven't-- [ I'm so proud of you. ] I can't have a proper conversation with her with out Hux knowing something is going on.

[ And how he wishes this talk of politics would distract him from his thoughts but they're still racing through his mind and let their line stay dead forever he doesn't need her knowing how filthy his brain is right now. He's not standing up. Ever. Like at least he has enough layers on to successfully camouflage everything-- but dear god once she left for the day he was going to just have to get down with himself.

Maybe it was better they never shared a room. ] I sent her information today giving her a better picture of what's going on within the leadership of the First Order.

[ Keep thinking of Hux's face. Keep thinking of Hux's face. ] And needs to happen to make sure this wedding doesn't end in an execution.

[ WAIT-- COMMUNICATION. THE THING. YOU WERE GOING TO DO THE THING. ]

How do you feel about pushing the actual wedding to ten days from now? [ Giving that to her with zero context is great kylo. She will definitely not wonder what's gotten into you besides hearing her moan your name like a bitch and the fact that you can't move from your spot at a desk because you are painfully hard.

And still fighting off that flush.

Rey it's a miracle this dude can form a sentence. Like. How dare you. ]

Edited (NOW W THE RIGHT ICON) 2018-05-04 01:09 (UTC)

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i wrote u this fanfic in honor of sexual tension

Its not hand touching but it will have to do

ok true but how was i supposed to compete w that

Uh her holding his hand while she masturbates IG (Also enjoy this icon again)