I mean, I how can I pass up the opportunity to request, “I need to get you warm. listen, you’re gonna want to go to sleep, but i can’t let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with me—!" :) :)
“I have never felt like this.”
Rey sighs, her lips blue, and she doesn’t know if she means this cold or this in pain. It’s an odd thing to not know about yourself.
“Just stay awake.”
She’s slung over his back as the wind whips her wet hair around their faces. Sleep sounds excellent right now, but he keeps pinching her legs until she jerks awake.
“Listen to my voice. Don’t go to sleep, I know it’s tempting, Scavenger, but I will kill you before the cold does if you go to sleep.”
The wind is suddenly gone. A door closed behind them. She feels his shoulders sink with a sigh of relief.
He keeps carrying her through a space that feels too silent, too still, compared to the blizzard they just escaped. She’s half-asleep when he sets her down.
Kylo Ren looms over her, swallowing as his eyes skate over her chattering teeth, white fingers, wet clothes. He grunts to himself, shaking his head, and grabs the fabric at her throat.
“This isn’t what it looks like.”
He tears her shirt open in a clean motion. She yelps, but it’s not like she can be colder with it gone. It’s soaked with ice water, all of her wet, from stumbling into the frozen lake when the ice underneath her gave way.
She’s too numb to care when he slides her under a set of sheets. How long had he been carrying her? Where were they?
He’s…getting naked, as well, staring at her face, shrugging of his clothes like they’re on fire. He jumps under the covers with her, banding her tight in a vice grip, but it doesn’t make sense because the panic she has over the assault never finds the dreaded encounter of him inside her.
He’s just holding her.
“Rey,” her eyelids are fluttering closed as he pleads with her. “Rey. Stay awake. Talk to me.”
“I don’t like talking to you. You were just trying to kill me.”
“Well now I’m trying to keep you alive,” he growls, tightening his arms. She’s starting to feel, a little bit, warmed by his presence. “Tell me about your speeder on Jakku. How did you ever get that thing to start?”
“Every morning, three smacks with a wrench. Left, right, slightly to the lower left at the hood, right above the controls. I would have to straddle the hood and lean over from the seat.”
Her teeth are chattering.
He grabs at his cowl and covers her wet hair with it, rubbing roughly.
“Mhmm. Talk to me about the weather on Jakku.”
“Colder than you would expect,” and she shivers out a laugh. Giving in, she groans, pressing herself up against him without resisting. He is warm. He jumps when her skin touches his, but presses back insistently. She feels him shiver as the blankets underneath them start to lock in his body heat. It’s slow going, he’s given a lot to her.
“Don’t sleep,” he commands, and it’s there; the press from his mind she has avoided for a long time. She grits her jaw and lets it fill her like a spout of hot water into a bath. So much warmer, he is giving her his warmth, his consciousness…
“You could toss me out of bed onto the floor right now and have this war be over, you know that.”
She cranes her head back to look at him.
He’s meticulously picking ice out of a loose strand of her brown hair.
He shakes his head, running his hand up and down her spine, the other trying to tuck her fingers under his arm to burrow them somewhere warm. Anything that feels warm on him, she touches, not minding for the sake of her modesty when she’s been given an ice-bath on this kriffing planet.
“Who would I be, without my enemy? What would I possibly do with myself?”
It’s almost said like a lullaby.
She merely gives a brief purr in response, enjoying the encroaching warmth.
“Don’t go to sleep.”
“I’m not,” she mutters, white fingers gripping his shoulders. She presses her face into his neck. The absurdity of the statement, declared confidently and half-frozen, doesn’t escape her. “it just feels good.”
