(Y/N) had just finished her shift at the observation deck. Absolutely exhausted, she slapped her hand onto the scanner and let herself into her room. She groggily went into her kitchen and heated up some sort of synthetic meat mixture that the First Order supplied their lower officers with, since, by this time, the mess hall was most likely closed for the cycle. She scarfed the so called “food” and drug herself into her small bedroom. Not really caring about the whole “bedtime routine” thing, she fell face first onto the mattress. She groaned into the surface, when she felt a shifting next to her. She sleepily raised her head to investigate, to find that there was another body packed into her relatively small bed. Thinking that it was probably Mitika crashing in the wrong room (it had happened more than once), she got up and started shaking the mass, trying to wake up whoever was in her bed.
“Taka! Taka! Get up, you’re in my bed again. Move!”
A groan emitted from the mass, that definitely did not sound like the lieutenant.
“Mitika?”
Through the dark of the room, she saw the figure sit up and look directly in her path. A red light suddenly appeared, and would have sliced her in half, if she hadn’t jump aside in time.
Commander Kylo Fucking Ren
“Who the kriff are you and what are you doing in my bed!”
“This isn’t your bed it’s mine!”
It was too late for this shit.
“Get out!” She yelled after him not moving. It was too late for this, honestly, if he were to kill her right now, she really wouldn’t give a womprat’s ass.
The stranger looked around at his surroundings, and turned back towards her, light still on. He said nothing, and got up, extinguishing the red light, and picked something up, before hastily making his exit.
“What a night.” She grumbled, pulling a hand down her face.
Patting around the surface to make sure she was truly alone, she crawled on top of her bed and passed out
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A few months had passed, and, again, she had a late shift. Grumbling various complains and curses under her breath, she reached her quarters and unlocked the door. She knew something was up when she found wrappers of some of her rations scattered around her “kitchen area”, which as literally a cupboard, a refrigerator,and a nuc. She was a surprisingly clean person, and the wrappers on her table, were completely out of wack. Again, thinking it was Mitika, she grumbled about her lost rations, she made her way back into her bedroom to tell him to get up.
He’s paying for those rations
Not even shaking him, she just yelled.
“Taka get you ass up out of my room!”
Then the same groan she heard those few months back sounded from the lump on her bed.
“Commander!”
It shot up, the red light showing again.
“You’re in my room again sir.” She said a bit of a calmer tone, this time actually thinking about her job and her life. Same as last time, the figure looked around and realized that they were out of place. Again, same as last time, the light extinguished, picked something up from the ground, and made there exit.
I’m never getting those damn rations.
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The next day, when she came back early for once to her quarters, belly happily full of The so called “food” they also serve at the mess hall, she happily put her hand on the scanner and walked in. She was going to go sit on her lounge and watch some holo, when she saw something on the table in front of the couch. It looked like…
Some fucking rations. Surprising.
She gathered them up, and put them in the fridge. She settled down on the couch, turned on the holo, and had a nice night.
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Not even a week later, she came back to the same sight, wrappers on her table, and a lump on her bed. She sighed
“Commander!”
Same thing happened. He got up and left, leaving (Y/N) to herself.
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Again, not even a week later, he was again in her bed. She figured that they were now aquatinted enough though these nightly events, that she just went about her routine, and curled up on the opposite side of the bed, facing away from him.
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Why is my bed warm
She woke up more, and squirmed a little, only to find that something was holding her down.
And restricting
She opened her eyes to find that she was lying on a clothed chest, and assumed that the something that was holding her down was actually someone’s arms.
What the hell happened last night?
She knew she hadn’t been drinking, so it couldn’t have been…
Oh shit
.
.
.
She was cuddling with the unmasked face of the goddamn commander of the First fucking Order.
This is bad. This is bad. He
As carefully as she could, she gently tried to wiggle out of his arms, only to have them tighten around her.
Great, just fucking great
She tried again, this time, she heard a long sigh coming from below her.
Kylo Ren was awake.
She felt his arms automatically release her as he jumped to the other side of the bed.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” He roared.
This was the first time she, or possibly anyone on board the Finalizer had seen his face. He was surprisingly handsome, pale skin dotted with beauty marks, black wavy hair, large aristocratic nose, that complimented him, and big brown eyes, wide, staring staring at her, bewilderedly.
“What the hell am I doing here?! How about what are you doing in my room commander?!”
Kylo sputtered, trying to come up with a response, only to find, when he looked around to see that he was, in fact, in her room. (Y/N) crossed her arms and arched a brow.
“I- you- again!” He yelled. He then again, picked up what she now say was his mask, and walked our of her quarters
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The next night, again, she saw him in her bed. Though, this time, as if he sensed her presence (probably with the use of his ‘Jedi skills’ as Hux put it) he turned and lifted up the blankets, inviting her in.
Once she settled, she felt his arms come around her, and pull her back against him.
“Tell no one of this.”
