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Kylo was happy. Happy happy. He was the Supreme Leader, and the Resistance were all but toast. So yes, he was definitely very, very, very happy.
I mean, the endless paperwork wasn’t the funnest thing in the galaxy. And the strategy meetings with their unwritten ‘Always last at least three hours longer than scheduled’ rule had forced him to rebuild his mask so nobody could tell when he was snoozing. And Hux was still breathing, which was definitely a buzzkill (he’d have to remedy that one day.)
But at least Whats-her-face, whose name he’d already forgotten, wasn’t around, which made him totally happy. Her silky brown hair, twinkly hazel eyes, warrior spirit—yawwwn! Who needed all that nothingness?
Thank the Force he’d dodged that laser bolt. He didn’t need her, hadn’t even given her a second thought. And if she thought he missed her, she could suck it! These three months, nine days, sixteen hours, twenty-seven minutes, and thirty-eight seconds since she’d shut the Falcon on him had been the terrificest time of his life.
He’d even written a poem to celebrate—“Ode to Nothing”.
Yessiree, life was good-good, because the bad-bad scavenger had gone bye-bye.
“Isn’t that right, Miss Sunny?” he said, giving his wittle Jakku sand-rat a scratch behind her cute wittle ears.
And why did he have a Jakku sand-rat? Because he wanted one, that’s why! And no, it was not a stupid pet for a Supreme Leader to choose!
He probably should wind down for bed, but he was too lazy to get up just yet. With his feet propped up on his table and his chair leaned back, he was just chillin’, his snow-white sand-rat resting on his chest.
“Goochie goochie goo,” he cooed, rubbing under her furry chin. “Such a good girl. Yes, you are. Yes, you are! Who needs a meanie Jedi when I have my snuggle muffin with me?”
She happily licked and kissed his fingers in her cute, rattish way.
“Yes, you’ll rule the galaxy with me, won’t you, my little ray of sunshine? You won’t leave me like that mean ol’ meanie girl.”
Miss Sunny purred as he gave her belly a good scratching. But he could tell she was getting tuckered out, so he forced his legs off the table and carried her to her mansion of a cage—only the best would do for the Supreme Leader’s girl.
After making sure Miss Sunny was settled and cozy, he lifted his arms over his head in a big stretch. It had been a long day of searching for those Resistance turds; he needed some good rest. And he was Supreme Leader now—he could work, and rest, when he wanted.
Up yours, scavenger! Life had never been gooder than this.
“Wow, you look great.”
Kylo had a semi-heart attack when a guy and a girl suddenly appeared before him. Oh, this could not be happening right now. He was so not in the mood for a Force-connection.
Wait. Why was he seeing Re-, um, Whats-her-face and someone else? And not just any someone else. It was that hotshot pilot—the one with the HotDameron holo-fanclub. Why could Kylo see him? The doofus wasn’t even Force-sensitive. Was the Force drunk or something?
“Thanks. You, too,” the mean Jedi said.
Kylo sucked in sharply as his eyes walked down her bod. She looked . . . not fugly. Pretty blue flowers decorated her hair buns, and she was wearing a simple white dress; he’d never seen her in a dress before. And was that makeup on her face? She was trying to look fly for someone. Was it the pilot, or did he just happen to be in the neighborhood?
“You know, I didn’t actually think you’d say yes,” the pilot said, holding what must have been an invisible chair for the scavenger to sit on.
“Well, I thought I might—Aaaa!”
She was about to sit down when she suddenly saw Kylo and leaped up, total panic in her eyes. Kylo couldn’t help but smirk; he didn’t like this connection any more than she did, but he might as well enjoy watching her freak out.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Dameron asked.
Kylo gave a wave, just because. “Hey, scavenger.”
She ignored him, turning to Poe. “Sorry. I just . . . I thought I saw a mouse.”
Poe chuckled. “Oh, is that all? I thought you saw something bad—like a stormtrooper, or Kylo Ren, or something.”
“No!” she yelped as Kylo laughed. “No, no, I- I’ve just been really edgy lately.”
I bet you have, Kylo thought.
“Yeah, we’ve all been going kinda crazy,” said Dameron, patting her shoulder. “But hopefully, this date’ll give you and me a chance to unwind.”
Kylo’s cocky grin was wiped off his face. Date? Date? What did he mean DATE?! And why was he patting her shoulder? He had no business touching her!
He felt the Force around him shake, rattle, and roll as red flags galore popped into his head. The dress, the makeup, the goofy way the flyboy was smiling at her—she was on a date. With the pilot. Rey (suddenly, he could remember her name) was on a DATE!!
So she thought she could just dump him like a sack of porgseed and jump into the arms of the next dude who threw his hat into the ring, eh? Is that how it was? It sure looked like that’s how it was. Oh, heck, no!!
He knew she could sense him seethe, because she threw him a ‘Keep your fat mouth shut’ glare while the pilot pushed her chair against the table. Kylo shook his head; it was the trippiest thing to see them sit at his table without actually being there.
He could feel how chissed off Rey was as she tried to smile and chat with Poe. Ha! As if she had a right to be mad. The last time Kylo’d checked, she’d walked out on him. She’d betrayed him. And for what? For this commander, or captain, or whatever rank the guy had this week. Yeah, right. No wonder she’d reached for the lightsaber instead of joining Kylo—she had crappy taste in men.
Not that Kylo was jealy, of course. He was totally happy not to be with her. Very super mega ultra happy. But if she thought he was just going to stand there all silencio while she got huggy-kissy with that fellow, she had another thing coming. She was his enemy, after all—it was his job to destroy her.
Or, at least, annoy her to death.
Poe was babbling on about some sort of something Kylo couldn’t give less of a kriff about. Just chitty-chitty chat-chat. Boring! How could Rey put up with him? Maybe a few fun facts about her companion would knock some sense into her?
“Did ya know Dameron used to pose nude for the Space Playgirl holo-magazine?” Kylo asked, making Rey wince as she bit into a sunberry. “And he lost his virginity in an airspeeder—while he was flying it.”
Poe patted Rey’s back when she suddenly choked on the berry. “Hey, are you okay?”
She waved her hands, trying to get straight. “J- Just went down the wr- wrong pipe.”
“Ouch! Here, drink something.”
Kylo’s face turned red as Poe pressed a glass to Rey’s mouth. He was getting really fed up with all the touchy-feely. If it kept going much longer, he’d lose his cool.
“All better now?”
“Yeah,” Rey said, nodding. “Um, thanks.” She cut Kylo the stink eye, then looked away while Poe went back to cutting his food.
“Anyway, isn’t it great that—”
Kylo ignored Dameron’s blah blah blahs and eyed Rey. He could tell she’d decided to ignore him lock, stock, and barrel. She hardly blinked as she stared at the other man. Really? That’s the game they were playing now?
Well, he could work with that.
He walked behind Poe and held up the pointer and middle fingers of his right hand, making horns behind Poe’s head. Kylo hadn’t done this to anybody since he was five, but it seemed totally called for right now. She looked away and covered her mouth with her napkin as he giggled.
“I could do this all night, scavenger,” he said. Well, actually, he could do it as long as the Force-line stayed open, but close enough.
Rey shoved a whopping mouthful of bread into her mouth as Poe laughed. “Wow, someone’s hungry,” he said.
She nodded. “I was training earlier.”
Oh, she was, was she? Well, that stunk! Kylo should be the one training her, drat it! He was tempted to remind her of that point, but a much more fun idea wormed its way into his devious brain. Why tell her what she was missing, when he could show her?
He could see Rey gulp when she felt his shifting mood in the Force. Ah, yes, be afraid . . . Be very afraid.
Time to use his favorite motto—’Dump the shirt and make her squirt.’ So, standing behind Poe to make sure Rey couldn’t completely ignore him, he went to town on his clothes, throwing stuff off until his studly chest was displayed for her viewing horror.
For the icing on the beefcake, he grabbed a bottle of his favorite Gaud Bod body oil that made him shiner than a kyber crystal after a wax job. He took his sweet time pouring the oil into his hand and rubbing it all over—his chest, his manboobs, his arms, his neck. Rey’s eyes were bugging out of her head as he puffed his chest.
Na-na na-na boo-boo! Whatcha think of me now?
But that stupid pretty boy reached forward and wiped a stray crumb off her mouth, distracting her from Kylo’s studmuffin pose. Kylo snarled and fisted both hands. It looked like he’d have to put his angelic baritone singing voice to good use for some extra pizazz.
So Kylo put his hands on his hips and stood tall. 🎵“I’m sexy and I know it,”🎵 he sang, shaking his thang. His pelvis rolled and his tight tooshie twitched, jerked, and shimmied from side to side as he turned around and threw her a wink over his shoulder. 🎵”Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, yeah!”🎵
Rey’s neck and chest were suddenly splashed with water as she lost control of the cup in her hand.
“Hey, easy there,” said Poe, grabbing a napkin. “Don’t drown.”
“Yeah, Rey,” Kylo purred. “Wouldn’t want you to get soaked.”
Rey gave a low growl. “Sorry,” she said sharply, taking the napkin from Poe. “The cup slipped.”
Poe shook his head. “No biggie. I’ll just get you a refill.” Then he picked up her cup and disappeared though the wall.
Rey leaped to her feet, utterly livid. “You selfish, conceited snake!” she spat at him, wiping herself off. “You will not ruin this night for me!”
Kylo was getting a funny feeling in some low places as he stared at Rey’s wet neck and chest. Especially chest. That dress was white, after all. Granted, he could tell she was wearing a chest band, but still. Was it getting warm in here, or was it just him? Nah, he was probably just grossed out by her. Yeah, totally grossed out.
He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at her face. “Just get away from him and I’ll stop.”
“What gives you the right to give me ultimatums?” she demanded, pointing at him. “Just leave me alone.”
He shrugged and grinned. “Suit yourself.”
“Here you go,” said Poe, coming back through the wall as Rey quickly plopped down onto her chair. “Fresh new water.”
“Uh, thanks.”
“No problem.” He smiled and kept eating, still totally oblivious. “So, Rey, when was the last time you went on a date?”
For once, the pilot had actually said something that caught Kylo’s attention.
She shook her head. “Um, actually, I haven’t. No time on Jakku, and nobody else has asked me.”
Kylo scowled. What did she mean she’d never been on a date? He and she had teamed up together to kill Snoke and his guards. Hadn’t that counted? She’d grabbed his thigh, for Force’s sake!
Dameron's face lit up. “Well, lucky me.”
Kylo couldn’t really help himself as he sent out a string of Forceness to see if he could Force-choke the dark-haired prick. Hmm, guess not. The guy didn’t react at all . . . didn’t even cough. Rats! It was kind of rude of the Force to show him a man without letting him Force-strangle him.
He sighed. Oh, well. At least he’d tried. Anyway, time to up his game again. Let’s see here; what would really rattle her chains? Maybe there was something in one of his dresser drawers?
Aha!
He grabbed a random black sock from his sock drawer and put it on his right hand, stretching it as far up his forearm as it would go. There, perfect!
He held up his socked hand and turned it to face him. “Oh, Kylo,” he made the sock ‘say’ in a highish voice. “All that oil and shirtlessness make my Jedi panties go holla! You’re such a handsome hunk. Can I touch?”
“Of course, you can, my naughty Jedi,” he said in his normal voice to the sock. “I know you’ve been dying to get your pretty little hands on this eight-pack. The desire’s been eating you up.” He cut a quick glance at Rey to see her mouth on the ground. Was he clever or what!
“Oh, my shredded Supreme Leader,” he continued with the sock, “I want you so much I can’t stop touching myself at night. Give it to me; give it to me!” He ran the sock over his chest. “Ah, oh, yes. YES! Give me that eight-pack. I was crazy not to take your hand and jump you when I had the chance.”
He held up the puppet again. “Yeah, you were such a bad, bad girl. You need to be punished.” He smashed his mouth to the sock, pretending to make out with it.
“Kriff it!” Rey screamed, making Dameron jump.
“What now?” Poe yelped. “Did I say something wrong?”
Rey turned white. “Um, no. I just, erm . . . I- I bit my tongue. Really hard.”
Poe shuddered. “Yeesh, I hate it when that happens. Is it okay?”
Kylo waved at her with his sock-puppet hand.
She glared at him briefly. “Yeah, it’s just a pain.”
He blew her a kiss, just to irritate her more. He was such an evil genius. But then why was Rey still on the date?! Force, this woman was stubborn. Enough already! What did he have to do to push her over the edge? He was running out of ideas.
He turned his head when he suddenly heard Miss Sunny’s wheel start to spin. His girl must have decided to get in a workout. He was tempted to tell her to stop making noise so he could think . . . but a lightbulb went off in his head. Wait. He couldn’t choke Poe, but he could still see him for whatever reason. What all was the Force in the mood to allow? Would it let him . . . ?
He could practically feel little devil horns poke out of his head as his cheeks curled into a wicked nexu smile. Ignoring the dread in Rey’s eyes, he turned and walked to Miss Sunny’s cage. “Hey, sunshine. Daddy’s got a little job for you,” he cooed, unlocking the cage and picking up his furbaby.
When Rey saw him cockily swagger to Poe with the rat, she shook her head as inconspicuously as she could, pleading with her eyes. Kylo shrugged; she’d brought this all on herself. Sorry not sorry.
He gave Miss Sunny a quick smooch on her furry white back. “Make Daddy proud.” Then he reached out toward Poe’s head. Just a bit closer. Just a bit—
“NO!!” Rey screamed, standing and scaring the pants off the pilot just before Kylo could implement his evil scheme. He cackled and held Miss Sunny against his glossy chest. Let’s see Rey get out of this one.
“What now?!” Poe exclaimed.
She shivered, her rage bloody delicious. “Erm, I just, um, I thought . . . I thought I saw that mouse again.”
“Actually, she’s a sand-rat,” Kylo corrected smugly.
“Wow, you must really hate mice,” said Poe, clutching his chest. “You almost gave me a stroke. What’s with you tonight?”
Kylo held up the rat again. Just give me a reason, scavenger. I dare you.
Rey was grinding her teeth in anger, but finally seemed to realize she couldn’t win. “Actually, I just remembered something important I forgot to do. I should probably get going.”
“What?” Poe shrieked. “Now? Can’t it wait ‘til tomorrow?”
Kylo gave Miss Sunny a neck tickle. “Yeah, scavenger, can it?”
She took a deep, mad breath. “No. I’ve got to get it done as soon as possible.”
Poe started to rise. “Well, maybe I can help.”
“No,” she yipped, reaching out. “I- I’ve got to do it alone.”
Poe shook his head. “But are you sure it can’t wait a little longer? I think Leia’ll understand; she’s been telling you to take a load off.”
She pursed her lips and nodded as Kylo made a show of humming and stroking Miss Sunny’s back. “Yeah, it’ll keep giving me trouble if I don’t deal with it right away.”
Poe sighed in disappointment. “Well, uh, maybe we can try this again soon?”
“Yeah, sure.” And with that, she walked away and the connection suddenly shut down.
Kylo laughed triumphantly. "Good girl," he said, kissing Miss Sunny's head and putting her back in her cage. She'd earned herself not one but two extra-cheesy treats, which he proudly fed her.
See? Told you a sand-rat wasn't a stupid pet for a Supreme Leader to have.
"You pig-headed nerfherder!”
He turned around and crossed his arms with a cocksure snigger. “Well, look who’s back so soon,” he said. “Miss me already?”
“That was the most . . . How could you even . . . What did you think you . . . ARGH!” She threw her hands up.
“Trust me, I did you a favor,” he said, casually studying his fingernails. “He’s no good for you.”
She stomped her foot. “What gives you the right to tell me who’s ‘good’ for me? He was my date.”
Kylo glowered; he was seriously getting sick of hearing the word date in reference to that other dude. “I knew him when we were younger. He went through babes like tissues.”
“I don’t care what he did when you two were younger. In case you haven’t noticed, he’s become a hero. How were you even able to see him?”
“I honestly don’t know," he said, shaking his head. "I guess the Force was in a weird mood.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Well, the next time it’s in a ‘weird mood’ and you pull that stunt, I’ll find a new place to stick my lightsaber.”
He eyed her. “Technically, that’s my lightsaber.”
“You’ll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands,” she said, taking an angry step forward.
He took an answering step toward her. “No problem. I’ll destroy you the next time I see you.”
“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots,” she snarked, shaking her hands in mock-horror. “The guy with a sand-rat is going to destroy me.”
“Hey!” he exclaimed, insulted. “Don’t bad-mouth Miss Sunny.”
She rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “Doesn’t seem like a very Supreme Leader kind of pet.”
Oh, for crying out loud, why did everybody think that? “I don’t care what you say; I wanted one.”
Her face scrunched up. “That’s just stupid. They’re pests.”
“Maybe on Jakku, but not here.”
“She’s from Jakku?” Her expression had gone from yuck to say what?
He gulped. “Well, yes.” Why did he suddenly feel like a kid with his hand caught in a space-cookie jar?
She raised an eyebrow. “Why would you get a sand-rat from Jakku?”
“How many times can I repeat myself?” he groaned. “I wanted one; they’re cute.”
“You could’ve gotten a sand-rat from tons of other planets,” she pointed out, crossing her arms. “Why Jakku?”
He felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead; this argument was taking a lousy turn. Quick, change the subject! “Where did you get that dress?” he asked, knowing it was a lame attempt but too panicked to think of anything better.
Sure enough, she didn’t go for it. “Oh, no, you don’t,” she said. “You’re not getting out of this that easy. Why do you have a Jakku sand-rat?”
Welp, might as well try deflection. He stood as tall as he could, hoping he looked tough. “I don’t answer to you.”
She was silent for several moments, studying him. He was seriously feeling his tough-guy routine crack. This couldn’t be going anywhere good.
“You’re jealous,” she almost whispered.
“I am not jealous!” he yelled. The gall! He, the Supreme Leader, jealous of some dumb pilot? Puh-leeze! She wished.
“That’s why you were so obnoxious tonight,” she continued as if he hadn’t said anything. “You got a Jakku sand-rat to replace me, and now you can’t stand to see me move on.”
“Move on,” he spat. “Move on indeed. Oh, that’s rich coming from you. I asked you to rule by my side, but you decided to shag some smooth-talking boytoy instead.”
“Shag him?!” she shrieked. “How dare you? I’ve never—” She suddenly cut herself off and relaxed, sticking her nose in the air. “Well, who wouldn’t? All you want is more power for yourself; you made that clear when you took over the galaxy. He, meanwhile, just wants to make a girl feel so, so good. All. Night. Long.”
He sucked in sharply, hearing items in his room get the shimmy-shakes as the Darkness in him rose.
Oh, no, she di'int!
“That mouth of yours is about to get you in lots of trouble, Jedi.”
She smirked. “I don’t think you’re the man who gets to say what my mouth is about to do.”
The next thing he knew, he’d grabbed her arms and pulled her flush against him. “No?”
The little spitfire shook her head defiantly. “Nope.”
Seeing the heat in her eyes was making him feel all kinds of funny. She was so close he could sniff her. Was she wearing perfume, or did she naturally smell so good? Either way, he was getting lightheaded.
Snap out of it, man!
“Works for me,” he sneered. “I wouldn’t want anything to do with your mouth anyway. Or any other part of you, either. I haven’t even given you a single thought these past three months.”
“That makes two of us,” she panted. “I forgot all about you. You meant nothing to me.”
He grabbed the back of her head, holding her waist against his with his other hand. “Good. I never needed you.”
She arched against him. “I never wanted you.”
His mouth grazed the soft skin of her cheek. “Never ached for you.”
“Never cried over you,” she whispered.
He grunted and pressed his sweaty forehead to hers, staring into her fiery eyes. “Never thought I’d die without you.”
She licked her lips. “I hate you.”
“I know.”
Their mouths suddenly clashed together in frenzied surrender. Their hands were everywhere at once—pulling hair, grabbing butts, branding skin—as they tried to suck the life out of each other.
“You’re a monster,” she sighed against his lips.
“You’re nothing,” he replied, grabbing her rump and hoisting her onto his table. Their tongues wrestled in a tug-of-war as he shoved himself between her thighs. What the kriff was happening? Whatever it was, he one-hundred percent approved! They’d just get it out of their systems, then go back to killing each other.
She bit and sucked on his earlobe, throwing her legs around his waist. “Your breath stinks.”
He groaned and rubbed his clothed crotch against hers. “Your hair’s frizzy.”
She purred as he covered her satiny throat with wet, open-mouth kisses and licks. “Your ears are too big.”
“Your boobs are too small,” he hummed, frantically working on the opening of his pants so he could free his poor cock that was screaming Let me out, let me out, let me out!
She grabbed her dress and threw it over her head, exposing her panties and breast band. “Your black garb makes you look like a teen emo.”
He kissed her cheek. “Your hair buns make you look fat.” When his hungry rod was finally free, he unlatched her breast band and launched it over her shoulder, exposing her perky tits.
Want. Nipple. Gimme!
With a mewl, he latched onto a little rosy bud, frantically suckling it. He couldn't believe a nip was actually in his mouth. This was what he'd been missing? Shoot, why hadn't he lost his V-card years ago?
She buried her fingers in his hair and rolled her head back. “You have the brains of a gungan.”
He moaned at her mouthwatering flavor. “You should bathe every once in a while.”
He’d never been so thirsty in his life; he was burning for her skin. Her pink nipple tasted so yummy in his mouth. How soft would her mounds feel on his cheeks?
Ooooo, he’d always wanted to try this!
Her boobies were too small to push together, but he held them as close to each other as he could. Then he went to town motorboating the heck out of them and making lots of noise!
“Brprbrprbrprbrpbrprb . . . .”
Rey shimmied her shoulders, helping him slap himself silly with her plush flesh. Oh, yeah, he was definitely a boob man!
But his playtime was abruptly halted when Rey shoved his pants and britches down his thighs. His naughty girl must be getting impatient—and he liked the way she thought! All the blood in his head had fallen straight down to his achy-breaky cock. So he pulled Rey's panties down her legs and tossed them away, then moved his hips back and forth, teasing her coochie with just the tip of his swollen space slug.
“I bet the pilot never made you this wet,” he rasped, licking his lips.
"I bet you lost your virginity to C-3PO."
He roared and attacked her mouth with a vengeance, determined to make her pay for that snide remark. Lost his virginity to C-3PO. Ha! Joke’s on her. He was about to lose his virginity to his enemy.
Which was a seriously stupid idea.
And totally hooooot!
He wanted to keep teasing her, just to annoy her. But he was hornier than a randy porg in mating season, so he kept a firm grip on her waist and worked to shove himself inside. She was squeezing him so snugly there was no kriffing way Dameron, or anyone else, had had her. The cheeky Jedi had been a liar, liar, pants on fire with that 'all night long' crap, but her jig was up now.
Whoop whoop! Suck it, pilot!
When his pelvis was flush against hers, he panted and held still to let her adjust. Then, when she sighed and bit his chin, he let it rip.
Their hips went slappity-slap as he plunged into her over and over, making the table rattle loudly. The noises she was making eventually made him hop up onto the table so he could bang her even harder.
He held her hands beside her head and linked his fingers with hers as he impaled her. He was so close to finishing, but he wanted to feel her cum around him first. Not that she deserved to—he was still peeved at her about that pretty boy. But he wanted it. So what could he do to make her shatter as quickly as possible?
His mind automatically leapt to a trick he’d seen in a couple of Jedi/Sith holo-porn parodies. He wasn’t sure if it was a real thing or totally made up. But you know what they say—“Do, or do not. There is no try.”
Well, here goes nothing.
He concentrated as hard as he could, pointing and directing the Force where he wanted it to go. Pretty sure he was locked on target, he gave the Force a boost. Soon, he felt something intense build within him. Getting stronger and stronger. More and more powerful.
Until it finally zapped.
And voila, his cock was vibrating. Like, literally vibrating. Whoa, that actually worked! Awesome! Who needed a dildo when you could be a dildo?
Granted, the buzzing noise coming from his prick was kind of annoying, but it was worth it to hear Rey keen and then moan, “Ohhhhh, Ben. How are you doing that?”
“I told you, the Force is in a weird mood today.”
He held still for a moment, then rolled his hips, letting the vibrations tickle all over Rey's innards as she mewled over and over.
"Oh, Force, right there,” she begged when he hit . . . something.
Whatever the spot was, Kylo aimed for it and, after missing a few times, hit it repeatedly until Rey screamed his name into the air.
“Ben!”
He chuckled and growled as she squeezed him. He didn't even mind that she'd called him Ben. As long as she was screaming one of his names—not the flyboy’s or anyone else’s—he was a happy camper.
She was his!
The thought threw him over the edge with a shout. “Rey! Ughhh, yes!”
He almost choked as his body let go inside her. The Dark and the Light went wham bam with a strength that almost made Kylo pass out. Then everything settled and he dropped onto her chest, huffing and puffing. It took him a minute to figure out how to turn off his vibrating willy; but after a few tries, it finally shut up.
Exhausted but sated, he rubbed his lips over her collar-bone. "Welllll," he purred, fondling her breast with one of his grabby hands. "That was boring."
"I was drier than Jakku the whole time," she murmured, petting his hair.
They lay there in awkward quiet for a moment, neither in any rush to break apart.
Kylo swallowed. “I won't be going to the Starflake Hotel on Naboo, all alone, tomorrow afternoon,” he said, licking her nipple. "And you better not show up.”
She whimpered and grabbed his head. “There's no way I'll be there by one.”
He felt his cock perk up at her words. Well, well, well, he’d have to grab Miss Sunny's travel cage for tomorrow (he had to be sure Millicent wouldn't get her) since he and Rey had somewhere they definitely would not be meeting. Would the Force be in another weird mood? He didn't know, but he sure was getting worked up thinking about it.
And did he mention he was happy?