Easy, Angel.
Original Imagine: Part Three of You. Are. Mine.
Previous Parts(CLicky CLick): Part One. Part Two.
Reader Gender: Female (Rey)
Word Count: 858
Warnings: UM. No smut. Sorry. Next one. Promise.
Author: Contrygal7
Photo Credit: @panda-capuccino
Soft pale red marks covering a strong forearm.
It's the first thing you saw as your eyes adjusted to the sunlight that was streaming in through the open window across the room.
Your trembling fingers instantly reached out to gently trace the soft red marks along his arm. As your skin touched the marks you couldn't identify the weird bubbly feeling swelling in your chest or the flipping in the pit of your stomach, and quite frankly; you didn't care too.
His gentle embrace was soft and secure, it was tight enough to make you feel safe but loose enough to let you know you could get away easily at any moment.
His breath was hot on the hair at the back of your neck, causing you to roll over happily in his arms.
Naturally his arms engulfed you deeper into his warm embrace.
God, he smelled like liquid sex. All musk, and man.
Your eyes downcast to his hard chest. The scars peppered his form like painfully rendered freckles. Like every bad thing that had happened in his life manifested in angry red slashes against his pale skin.
The thought made you sad, and when a frown slid across your mouth Kylo's hands instantly found the same spot on your hips that made your knees go weak.
Your mouth opened instinctively, and he sealed your sigh with a kiss, the fingers on his other hand gently sliding to the side of your neck, igniting a terribly intense feeling of Deja Vu.
Suddenly you remembered-- This wasn't real, and it was all Kylo's doing.
Your body jerked upright in what seemed to be a control panel guessing by the unsightly pinpointed pain in your lower back that can only be ascertained by a control modulator-
You look behind you.
-Yup, a control modulator shoved right smack dab in the middle of the small of your back.
You couldn't have consciously fallen asleep in such a horrendous placement.
Your head throbbed as your fingers messaged your temples and eyelids, hoping for some momentary relief.
His voice scared you, it was much deeper than you'd ever heard it apart from various heated, and apparently, shared dreams "Good Morning Rey."
There he was, standing a couple feet in front of you, full black robe descending down his slender frame like the dark lord he was so eager to pretend to be.
It was disorienting to say the least, how just a couple seconds ago he was naked and tangled in your own limbs, but now he stood in front of you in clothes as black as coal.
You'd put two and two together and came to a rather logical conclusion, and quite rudely spat out "You kissed me! And uh, forced me into your bed!"
Your conclusion was short lived.
Instantly he was on the defensive "I did no such thing!"
You became lightheaded an began hurling more lucid accusations at him "You did too! How dare you! Who do you think you are!? Infiltrating something as private as my dreams! TO what? What exactly is your end game here? Try and confuse me into joining you? To try and make me reveal secrets? What? What is it!?"
His hands went up in a obviously surrendering motion, which pissed you off more, "Oh don't you dare try and play innocence with me Solo."
**Kylo's Perspective**
The night air was cold as I forced it into my lungs. My head swimming in anger one couldn't possibly imagine.
His smirk haunts me in my dreams, his auspicious hands wrapping their way around her petite frame.
Trapping her into his sick embrace.
I don't like it. When he touches her, I mean. His skin sliding against hers, like fine silk against burlap, it's unnatural.
Not only that, you know what happens when you rub silk against burlap after a while? The silk begins to break down, particles that used to be part of the soft silken exterior begin to become rough, jaded, not at all like before.
I can't let that happen.
Sure it starts as just a friendly hug. I know this, she's assured me it was on several different occasions. I don't care. I don't like it. I can't help that I don't like it. But the worst thing? I don't really care that I don't like it. I just know deep in my gut that I need to stop it.
What happens after he decides he's tired of hearing the word no? What happens if he decides . . . .
My brain seems to seep out of my ears with the mere mention of his name, my blood boils in my veins every time my eyes cast onto him, the pain that shoots though every inch of my body telling me that I want so bad to rip every limb from his body.
But, I remain composed. Unaffected. My soul slowly dying with each caress of his hands against her forearm. I cannot show weakness, I have to remain strong.
But how is one expected to be strong when the very thing that gives you life is having her soul slowly drained from her body right in front of you?
And you can't do a god damn thing about it?
* * * * *
"Oh! Don't you dare try and play innocence with me Solo!" My anger is thick and present in my threat, I just hope it carries as confidently as I've said it.
I see the slight smile, its gone as soon as it appeared but I still caught it. His voice is steady and calm which I find very odd for Mr. Ren. As he's not known for having his temper in check.
"I find you . . . amusing." He'd stated it with such conviction, like he actually enjoyed my presence. Of course it was hard to tell with the plasma beams in front of my face and all.
My hands caught stubbornly on my hips as I shoved my hip to one side "What happened to the handcuffs?"
This time he graced me with a full, eye popping, panty dropping smile as he casually said "Well, if you would stay in them, and not ruin my fun. . . I would use them. But someone. . . "
His hand moved to his waist pressing a button on a receiver causing the beams in front of me to dissolve instantly. " . . . keeps getting out of them."
He was right in front of me now. I could feel the heat seeping off his body washing over me, as wave after wave of memories flooded my vision.
Heated skin. Heavy breathing.
His wet lips against my shoulder, my neck.
His hands running softly down my back, with his lips following the fire lit path his fingers set.
His voice deep and gravely, "Relax for me Angel."
You relaxed instantly, his hands massaging your aching shoulders.
And suddenly, a sharp pinch in your right arm. Your mouth curved around the word as it left your mouth "Ouch."
Kylo's hands find the now heated sore spot on your back, moving his long agile fingers against each knot. Seemingly effortless swipes and caresses undoing your muscles like a puzzle you've been waiting your whole life for someone to solve.
Your head bobbed back up quickly, vanquishing any and all memories from your vision. You looked ahead disoriented, as his face came back into view "Easy there Angel. Easy. . ."
His words were calm and endearing, as his fingers ran their way down the side of your face to hold on to your chin "It's just a mild sedative, my love. I knew you would object to this next part."
Your eyes bulged, as your mind instantly was filled to the brim with the worst.
Suddenly you were in the air, then cradled snugly against Kylo's chest. You felt your eyelids droop heavily, and you yawned loudly as he carried you onto his ship.
The last thing you remember before you feel asleep was Kylo's eyes looking deeply down at you as you saw Finn and Poe's faces come into view.
Kylo passed you gently into Poe's arms before saying sternly "Get her out of here. Now."
And with that, he turned and walked out off the ship and you feel back into the darkness.