Chapter Text
'I don't think so.' She danced back out of the reach of his arms, pressing the back of her hand to her face to see if she was bleeding. It came away red and she scowled at him.
'I can help you,' he said again, stalking forward, the same old spiel, same old situation, different location. Any other location would have been preferable to this, though, as her back hit a bulkhead and she cursed the confined area.
Her saber lay tantalisingly close, visible behind his enormous frame. But it was behind him. Out of reach.
'Really, come up with a better pitch, your old one just isn't working.' Rey spat. She slipped along the wall, finding a corridor opening at her back and she stepped through, sinking deeper into the bowels of the freighter vessel he'd found her on.
The lights flickered dully, affected by the power surge from his boarding attack.
Kylo Ren grinned at her, dark eyes predatory as he stepped towards her. His saber was lost in another section of the ship, damaged in their fight. They were down to fists and he was a lot stronger than her, and surprisingly faster, considering the height and weight difference.
Rey was trapped and alone, mind racing for any possible escape. There was one, she realised, a pod that could get her out of this and then ... where? She'd be floating helplessly in space so he could just tractor her back inside.
'Rey.' She yelped in surprise at his low voice. He'd gotten so close, towering over her. Dark cowl, dark arm bindings, leather gloves and a long, pale face. His helmet had been removed the moment he found her, metal bouncing against metal as he'd dropped it. Rey struck out instinctively, fist catching his gut, aiming for his side, below his ribs. The man was solid muscle, a steel wall that bruised her knuckles. He grunted regardless, hand snaking out to grab her. She ducked and twisted, feeling his hands catch the back of her tunic. Fabric ripped as she pulled away, sprinting through the passageways and clearing ladders in force-assisted bounds. She'd cleared half the vessel and had the pod in sight when she was slammed forwards roughly.
Copper filled her mouth as she hit the wall, pinned there by invisible bindings. She squirmed but couldn't break free, no matter how hard she strained.
'Really, Rey?' He gripped her shoulder and flipped her around to her back, his force grip dropping away. She spat a wad of blood onto the grated floor and panted, chest heaving desperately from the exertion of fleeing. She should have been used to it, really, but it still tasted bitter and panicked.
There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead, small black curls sticking to his face, partially concealing the fading scar she'd gifted him a lifetime ago. His full lips were tilted up in a smirk, dark eyes burning straight through her. He was huge. She swore he'd gotten bigger in the last few minutes. His black clad frame engulfed her as she stood pinned to the bulkhead.
'What sort of thing would you like to hear from me, then?' He asked in a voice she hadn't heard from him before. Dark, deep and vibrating straight through her core. His gaze raked down her body and she followed it in confusion.
Her heart almost stopped before rushing into her throat in pure panic.
He'd ripped her tunic. Ripped it off of her. She stood in her boots, leggings, belt and chest bindings, leaving little to the imagination. She inhaled deeply and watched his pupils blow out.
'What could I possibly say to entice you to my side?'
'Why would I ever want to be on your side?' She spat, glancing at her escape at the end of the corridor.
'I can think of a few reasons,' he purred and his voice raised goose bumps over her skin. It was the cold metal at her back, the cool air of the vessel doing it, she scolded herself, glaring up at him as leather fingers kneaded her shoulder, working into a knot. She almost groaned at the sensation, but bit it back with a growl.
Before she could think about it and possibly give him forewarning, she slammed her heel down onto the toe of his boot, dropping low out of his grasp and darted away.
It wasn't until she had her hand on the control panel that she realised he had letter her go.
He was toying with her.
He was kriffing toying with her.
Rey spun around when the panel didn't respond, nostrils flaring as she exhaled her rage.
'Open it.'
'Why would I do that?' He strolled towards her with feigned laziness. She could see he was primed to pounce should she try to run again, muscles coiled for action. He raked a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back out of his face before he grinned down at her.
'I won't come willingly,' she said instead and his grin grew wider.
'I do love a challenge,' he huffed, eyes dropping to her chest again, lower.
Something hot and heavy curled in her belly.
She didn't understand what had changed. He'd trapped and boarded her vessel, they'd fought hard and fast and vicious with his usual litany of pleas to let him teach her, to join the dark side, to become stronger. All the dribble he'd been spouting at her since she'd had the unfortunate misery of meeting him. But this was different. This heavy look in his eye, the dark timbre of his voice. It wasn't the first time they'd been in close combat with only hands and feet and teeth, but something had changed and she didn't understand what.
'Just let me go,' she pleaded, edging nervously away. She was nervous now, she could feel it coiling through her, the will to fight draining away because how was she supposed to overpower him? The very thought brought her hackles up again and she lashed out, kicking hard at his thigh to buckle him and then she was off. He grunted at her impact, she had felt him begin to topple. Cold air brushed past her and then she was slammed hard against the side of the ship, a strong hand at the back of her neck, effectively pinning her in place. Blood bubbled in her mouth again, dribbled down her chin.
His breath was ragged, his voice dripping with savage pride.
'I can't do that, Scavenger, and you know it.' She squirmed, but his body was pressing up against hers, trapping her in place as his warmth encircled her. She could smell him, it was suffocating, the sweat, the fabric, the hint of ozone and blood. Oppressive and welcoming all at the same time. She inhaled deeply, lungs complaining as his fingertips pressed against the sides of her throat.
His free hand danced down her left side, skimming over the back of her ribs, her waist, over the swell of her hip. Warm leather pressing against her flesh.
'I don't think you'd want me to let you go, anyway,' he continued talking, low and gravelly as he deftly unfastened her belt and threw it away. She could hear it skittering along metal flooring. An alarm flashed through her, a warning to be careful. She didn't know where this was going, she didn't want to know even as she pushed her hips back against the body pressing into her.
She felt him tug at her leggings and she scrambled to stop him. He caught her hands easily with his left hand, folding them behind her back and pinning them there with his chest. She clutched at the coarse fabric, trying to dig her nails into him, but he was wearing too many layers. She bucked wildly as he returned to what he was doing. Warm leather against the bare skin of her thigh as he rolled her pants down, cool air against her privates, the cloth of his tunic rubbing against her arse.
Electric shocks sizzled through her at the contact, zeroing in on that warm, roiling mass in her stomach, fanning it, making her burn even hotter as she swallowed her startled gasp.
Leather fingers rubbed over her arse, squeezing tightly, before slipping down the curve towards a place no one had ever touched before.
He pressed one finger against her, burning hot despite the barrier of his glove.
Her breath steamed against the window as she inhaled and exhaled sharply, knees shaking.
'You like that?' He growled, mouth pressed against her ear. Rey stared out at the stars, finding no relief there as his finger slid deeper past her folds and she moaned. She couldn't help it as it slipped out, the sound spreading white over the glass. She could feel his smile against her cheek as he released her neck. His right hand was tugging at the wrap on her chest, pulling it apart and she let him, let it fall about her waist as he pressed her once more against the glass. It was cold against her breasts. She splayed her fingers to brace herself as her arms came free.
She'd stopped fighting. She wasn't sure when that had happened.
'You're so wet,' he groaned as she felt his finger slide out of her, felt the evidence as he dragged the finger down her inner thigh. 'And it's all for me, Rey. You're wet just for me.' He rocked his hips into her, pressing her roughly against the window and she moaned, unable to stop herself as her breasts slid against the icy surface.
His gripped her hip tightly as his other hand returned to fondling her, flicking a hopelessly sensitive spot that liquefied her insides. His finger slipped inside her again, sinking deep and twisting, and she panted desperately. She couldn't help it, she needed. She simply needed and he was building her up towards something. Wetness dribbled down her thighs and he laughed breathily as he pressed another finger into her, curving them slightly and she yelped, hips bucking involuntarily, legs trembling.
'Kriff,' Rey whimpered.
'You're so sensitive,' Kylo purred, his voice doing wonderful, sinful things to her body as his fingers continued building the pressure. 'I'm your first, aren't I? And you're so ready for me. Do you want me right here? Do you want me to make you cum? Or do you think you can still resist me?' Rey couldn't speak, she couldn't even comprehend attempting to as she managed a moan in response. His breath was hot against her face, torso rubbing coarse down her back as his gloved fingers swirled within her, scissoring as she squirmed.
Her fingers curled into claws, nails dragging down the smooth surface in front of her. She was desperate, so desperate to get there, to reach ... to reach that next place. She needed, oh stars did she need. He pressed a finger against that sensitive spot and she would have doubled over if she weren't pressed against the window. Rey squeezed her eyes shut and panted, chest heaving, hips rolling to make it better, to increase the pressure, to feel more.
'You know, my ship is out there right now, circling this freighter,' his voice was honey, sweet and sticky as his teeth caught her earlobe, nipping lightly. She shuddered helplessly. 'It could come into view at any moment, Rey, my Pilots could see you with your tits pressed against the port, see your dripping cunt. Do you want that?' She shook her head dumbly, hands reaching back to cling to him, silently pleading him to hurry. She didn't want them to see. She didn't want to be caught. She didn't want anyone to know how badly she wanted this. Needed this. 'Do you want them to see how fucking wrecked you are? How desperate you are for my cock?'
'Kylo, please,' she whined, needing, still needing so kriffing desperately it ached. He scissored his fingers again and she keened, head falling back to rest on his shoulder. His mouth dipped and sucked scorching marks over her neck, jolting thick pleasure down into her groin, sizzling her nerves with more, more, more. He dragged his teeth over her shoulder, nipping and licking as she said nonsense words, so ready, beyond ready as he pressed into that sensitive spot again and her whole world fell to pieces around her with a scream.
'Good girl,' he groaned into her ear. She could vaguely feel him shifting position behind her, and then his hand was cupping her face, a finger pressing against her lips.
She parted helplessly, tongue sliding over the intruding object. It tasted bitter, wet, warm. It was her. She was tasting herself and she pressed her thighs together as she sucked his fingers into her mouth, cleaning first one gloved finger and then the other. She caught the corner of his gaze, wicked and dark and ravenous and her gut twisted with raging desire.
She wanted him. Oh kriffing starts did she still want him.
He folded her forward at the waist, her hands rising to hold herself against the cold window, his hands hot at her waist as she felt something nudge against her. Hotter than his grip, firmer. Kriffing hell, it was him, Kylo. She inhaled deeply as he rubbed against her, slick in her wetness as he pressed against that sensitive spot again and again, her knees giving with each motion. He held her steady and chuckled as she whimpered helplessly.
'I'd prefer it if you presented for me like this at all of our encounters,' he growled.
No kriffing way, she thought, about to glare over her shoulder at him when he shifted and the thought flitted away. He was pressing against her entrance, sliding in slowly, torturously slowly.
The friction sparked fire and heat and electricity and her legs shook with it, stomach quivering as the inferno in her gut raged back to life and she moaned long and loud as he slid in, in, in. Her whole body trembled when his thighs hit the back of hers, once he was fully sheathed and he exhaled harshly.
The world was eerily silent then, save for the rasp of his clothes, the pounding of her heart and their soft pants.
He rocked his hips gently and Rey made a strangled sound, face flushing in sudden embarrassment. What was she doing? she pushed herself back from the window, away from the inky blackness and glimmering starlight. His arm slid around her torso, pulling her flush against him and she huffed as her movement moved him and her body tingled in response.
'I can't,' she managed to stammer as his hand found her breast and squeezed while his teeth sank into her shoulder.
'Try again, Scavenger,' his voice rumbled through her and she shivered with pleasure.
'Please, let me go. I won't ... uh - I won't tell anyone about this.' He laughed at that and rocked his hips again. She sank into him, clutching at the belt slung around his waist.
'You won't tell anyone how much you wanted this? How much you enjoyed being put on display?'
'No, please,' she whispered, sinking deeper into him, into his hold, onto his cock because stars he felt amazing and right.
In one fluid motion he was out of her, turning her around to face him, and then her back was ice as he slammed her breathlessly against the window again. Strong arms lifted her up and he was impaling her and Rey moaned. He felt so good.
Her legs locked around his waist, thighs squeezing tight as she wrapped her arms around his neck staring into his face, mesmerised by the hunger in his gaze.
'Kriff, Rey,' he hissed and she slid up the window as he thrust hard into her, hitting a spot inside that made her toes curl. He pressed his forehead against hers, nose sliding across her cheek as he thrust again and again, holding her entranced by the look in his eyes and she panted and moaned. She was building again, faster this time, body throbbing with wanting it. She no longer cared how noisy she was as she begged him.
'Kylo, stars, please,' she slid a wet kiss across his cheek, ducking her head down to try and catch her breath as he slammed her down onto him, flaming hot pulses through her stomach and limbs, 'more, Kylo-' and the vowel of his name dragged out and out as her whole body quivered uncontrollably as he roughly took her to the brink of the pleasure precipe. 'Please, please, please.' She chanted endlessly, almost unaware she was even speaking as his fingers dug bruises into her thighs, the glass at her back slick with sweat and ice cold from space. All that mattered was his cock sliding in and out of her, of his breath on her face, of his lips as he growled.
'Cum for me, Scavenger.' And kriffing goodness she did. She shrieked her release and dug her nails in deep, spine arching and he only just caught her head before she smashed it into the window behind her. He kept moving, thrusting as she rode waves of ecstasy, eyes open and unseeing as she felt him moving, felt him tensing, heard him swear her name into her neck. Her legs fell loosely to the ground and he lowered her gently, in strange contrast to what they'd just been doing. His arms slipped around her and held her close.
She felt warmth trickle between her thighs, wet and sticky, but she didn't mind.
Rey stared up at him, raising a trembling arm to brush sweaty locks out of his face. He caught her hand and kissed her finger tips. She smiled, genuine enjoyment spreading across her face as the Darksider worshipped her palm and pressed his lips to the pulse in her wrist.
With slow, lazy movements she began to pick up her clothes and dress. Kylo Ren didn't need to, though, because Kylo Ren was still fully clothed. She kept his gaze as she shimmied into her tights and rebound her breasts, reclaiming her belt and locking it into place over her bruised hips.
'You'll have to try harder than that if you want me to join you,' she finally said with a confidence she felt. Every part of her was mellow and content, filled with a thrumming peace that exuded from her core. She felt good. Better than good. She felt almost indestructible.
Amusement rolled off him in waves as he turned to watch her stroll down the corridor, hips swaying with each step. She spanned out her thoughts and felt the familiar tug of her saber, pulling it towards her, concentrating on navigating the twisting passageways so it would reach her unharmed.
'I enjoy challenges,' the First Knight rumbled pleasantly, seemingly as mellow as she. There were stains down the front of his robes, glistening as the lights flickered above them. Rey merely smiled, head tilted to the side as she inhaled deeply, calmingly.
Cool silver connected with her palm and Kylo didn't flinch at the reappearance of her weapon. She clicked it to her belt and pressed her hand against the control panel to the escape pod. They beeped in response, hatch sliding open to admit her.
'Don't follow me,' she said, turning to face him as she stepped inside. He folded thick arms over his broad chest.
'There's no fun in that,' he grinned as the door slid closed with a hiss.