Under My Skin // KYLO REN FANFIC

C H A P T E R 2

Ben's bed doesn't smell how you'd expect. The sheets are fragranced with the soft scent of vanilla, contrasting with the woody tones from his black sweater. All of his belongings have almost a sweet, delicate side to them; his shower like a sanctuary with floral decorative pieces scattered in small corners. With each moment that passes I start to wonder if I should have brought my lightsaber along with me today, instead of keeping it hidden under a plank of wood in my quarters. The doors quarters open suddenly and a stumbling Ben pushes himself inside before slamming the button to close the door behind him.
    "Ben!" I gasp. His energy feels jagged and harsh. He manages to walk, limping slightly on his right foot, over to the bed. I rush to his side, kneeling on the bed next to him. He looks up at me, with a heavy feeling of vulnerability. "What happened?" His hands clutch at his ribs in pain. His lip quivers slightly as his eyes dart across my face.
    "I thought about you every day," he draws a breath, taking away mine. "There was always a little part of me that hoped you escaped - hoped you survived," he blinks softly, wheezing as his chest rises and falls making me realise I myself have forgotten how to breathe. The scent of vanilla mixed with the closeness of the man before me is intoxicating, it hurts. There's a small cut on his lower lip and without thinking, my fragile hand cups around his cheek, my thumb rubbing the blood from his lip, feeling the plumpness of it underneath. His skin is warm, like fire. His blood flushing crimson in his cheeks. Imagine if the galaxy could see the supreme leader in such a state, melting in my hand. I'd be lying if I said that there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about him, either. "Can I kiss you?" he asks softly.
    "Yes,"
   
    Ben's lips are soft and gentle against mine. The saltiness of his blood mixed in fills me with a whole new burst of exhilaration. His fingertips trail slowly up to my jaw, reaching the nape of my neck, pulling me in closer and kissing me deeper. Moaning softly he wraps his other arm around my waist and finally I feel at home.

"You need to let me bandage you up," I say in between gasps. Ben's hands hold my frame tightly under his, pressing me further into the sheets. He bites my bottom lip and I can feel it in every inch of my shaking body.
"No," he groans against my skin.
"Ben!" He cuts me off, fitting his mouth against mine, each moan vibrating and making my heart pulse. His kisses are firm, but it feels like he's still holding back. With one hand around my neck and the other supporting his weight, he makes me melt.

I know I should stop him and make sure he's okay but not a single part of me dares to push him away. Not because I'm afraid, but because I don't want him to stop. He kisses my jaw, down to my neck, pulling down the sweater he gave me and kissing my collarbone. When we were growing up together I had feelings for Ben but pushed them down. For a Jedi, attachment is forbidden. But I'm no Jedi now.

Ben suddenly curls in on himself, his arm wrapped around his ribs, grimacing.
"Ben!" I sit up, reaching for his ribs.
"That's not my name," he winces. Dismissing it, I move his arm away from his torso, seeing that deep red has stained his undershirt. "I'm fine,"
"What happened?"
"Nothing, it was just Hux-"
"The General?" He nods. "Why did he.. did he shoot you?"
"He wanted to know what I was doing with you, I told him to fuxk off and I guess he was just waiting for the perfect time to shoot me," his lips curl upwards slightly.
"That's horrible! Did you punish him?" Ben's eyes falter slightly, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I'd rather just make his life a misery by continuing to make him serve me,"

I pull Ben off of the bed and peel off his shirt with no hesitation, taking him back I think. He remains still, which allows my eyes to explore. He's toned and scarred and yet his skin looks soft and delicate. On the lower left side of his ribs is a bleeding wound from where Hux shot him. I inhale sharply, not able to look away. He always was the strongest and most fit in all of our training so it's no surprise, but it still leaves me a spluttering mess. He's gorgeous. Ben chuckles softly, sorting his way through my emotions before I even know what I'm feeling. He takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us.

"Are you going to bandage me then?" He asks, reaching outwards towards a cabinet, pulling a roll of bandages through the force into his hand. "Here," he hands it to me. We both stand there in silence as I wrap it around his torso, the space around us becoming thicker and thicker as the sexual tension grows.

Just as I finish tucking in the bandage, I hear my comm from the pile of clothes that's my uniform. Using the force, I pull it into my hand and press the button to receive the incoming message.

- ALL OFFICERS REPORT TO YOUR QUARTERS BEFORE THE NIGHT SHIFT BEGINS OR PENALTIES WILL BE APPLIED -

"I better go,"