fulfillourdestiny | Multiverse Room-Mates [closed to hashisreasons/forcefierce]

What he was thinking? Honestly it was such an odd muddle of things that he doubted that he would be able to pick something coherent out of them. Well, apart from two recurring thoughts. The first being that he really hoped neither Loki nor Matt walked in any time soon.

The second was just more of a feeling really. The feeling of want just directed right at her.

His eyes widened at the request, his mouth suddenly dry as he swallowed ineffectively. His eyes moved quickly, looking at where her hand was placed against his hip, the other hand laced with his own and on her cheek.

I...

How long had it been, since he kissed someone? Had he ever kissed someone? He couldn't remember. But her tongue on his lips had him give a swallowed groan of his own.

He leaned forward, and pressed his lips to hers.

Slowly, she let go of his hand to lift it to his cheek instead. Cupping it, she brushed her thumb along his jawline as she kissed him back. It was soft at first, almost tentative as she brushed her mouth to his. Another moan, this time muffled slightly, as if by his lips. It was an exciting feeling, something she couldn't wrap her mind around. He wasn't there, but he was.

She wanted to touch him. She wanted to do a lot of things and she wished he was right there beside her. Her other hand rubbed up and down his thigh, feeling the fabric beneath her fingers. Her tongue slipped out, as if begging for access along his bottom lip. Kylo...

She too hoped nobody walked in on her in that moment.

A shiver ran through her, something warm and almost wicked. Her hand left his cheek to move behind him, wanting to feel his hair against her fingers.

His own mouth opened at the touch of her tongue, his free hand going up to grip around her waist, bunching the fabric under his fingers with a grip that could easily tear the material if he wanted. This was... madness. How could they be so close even though they were miles apart?

He didn't care anymore. He just knew that he needed more of this.

The hand dropped from her cheek, and the fabric remained in one piece as both his arms went around her waist. Still kissing, he pulled, bringing her forward, sitting on his legs.

Her weight was so real, so was her warmth.

This needed to be real.

A small squeak slipped out as she was pulled into his lap. Her arms easily wound around his neck as she made herself comfortable straddling him. Her legs parted easily, her body pressed to his as she intensified the kiss.

There was no way that this could be real, yet it was.

Another moan, another shiver, one she was sure he could feel this time. She smiled into the kiss, her hands playing with his hair as she pushed down against him. Her fabric felt so thin, like she could feel everything about him beneath her. Everything.

Arching her back slightly, she moved her hips a little, hesitantly, as she pushed down on him. Kylo...

The feeling of her sitting on him, pressed so close... It was better than he could have ever imagined or dreamed. The latter of which had happened a few times and always ended with him waking up, frustrated, hard, and annoyingly alone. This time, well, one of those things was true, but she was there

Or at last as 'there' as the Bond allowed.

He gave his own shiver, feeling her so close and the fabric was almost nothing between them. He pressed forward, more into her, not knowing what he was doing but knowing he had to do it.

Rey... It was a moan, a mutter, an offered prayer.

She too didn't know what was going on. Her lack of experience in this situation probably showed, but she didn't care. She felt awkward in the way that she shifted in his arms. Her lips kissed down his neck, down to his collarbone, enjoying the feel of his arms around her.

It was as real as they wanted it to be. That was enough for now.

She didn't know what to do, going on feeling instead of thought. She felt him beneath her, felt his heartbeat racing as she kissed his neck. And she knew her heart was pounding fast beneath her chest.

She'd never felt so alive before.

He groaned at the touch of her lips to his neck, unable to stop the noise from coming out of his mouth at all. He didn't want to stop the noises, he wanted her to know that she had an affect on him, that she meant... She meant something to him, even if he didn't know what the words where to explain it at all. His fingers pressed in tight to her hips, as if he was trying to leave some sort of mark that would still be there after this session with the Bond closed. Physical evidence that it happened.

He groaned again, dropping a kiss on her forehead, his own hips jerking against her, pressing close. This was nothing he'd ever felt before and could have never have hoped to feel.

Rey

Kylo...

She could feel it, feel him growing beneath her. The more she moved, the redder her cheeks became, blushing as she gazed down at him. Soft lips found his as she kissed him harder, a bit more hungry in their need to taste him. She thought she should get mad over the way he gripped her, but somehow it felt right.

She wasn't mad at all.

It wasn't till now that she'd realized how much she wanted him, wanted this moment to happen. One of her hands trailed up and down his bare chest, feeling everything, lightly raking her nails over his skin. Together, they moved, her riding him as if she knew what she was doing. Inside, she was nervous, screaming for help and some sort of sign.

Another moan, louder this time, one she didn't try to hide. It was muffled against his lips, but she was sure that he heard her. Her lips kissed down his jawline and over to his neck, sucking lightly at it.

She wanted him. She wanted him to take her, to take charge and show her just how he truly felt. Anything he wanted to do, she was his in that moment.

Rey wasn't the only one turning red, his own face was flushed, torn between wanting to push her away in embarrassment and wanting to pull her closer still. Not that there was closer to get short of... Well, that caused another flush of red and Kylo trying to ignore it by pressing his lips harder against her own.

He knew he shouldn't be pressing into her so hard, knowing that the marks left would be ones that she couldn't easily explain to anyone who might catch sight of them, but that someone could catch sight of them made his blood boil and made him press harder. He hissed, rocking against her as her nails raked over him, catching on old scars and fresher ones.

He still wore the scar she gave him, down his face and shoulder. He almost wished that the med-droids hadn't fixed it. Almost.

Kriff, Rey, the mutter was strangled, making no sense. Want. So bad.

Kylo... Please.

Rey slowly urged him back, hands on his shoulders, pushing him to lay down so that she could stretch out on top of him. One of her hands caressed up and down his bicep as her legs moved on either side of him, parting a little wider. She could feel him beneath her, which did nothing for her pink stained cheeks.

Her back arched and she kissed down his neck, lingering at his collarbone. Her long hair splayed out around them both, brushing soft locks against his shoulder.

I... I don't... I don't know what to do.

He couldn't do anything but stare up at her, his eyes wide. His fingers itches to touch, and he cautiously - carefully - ran them up and down her arms. This was... Well, beyond anything he had known before and he wanted to laugh a little.

Neither do I, he admitted, still looking at her in awe. ... We could try to work it out? That did seem like the best option, at least from his angle. He licks his lips again, nervous and desperately wanting. He's achingly hard and she's right there. He reaches for her.

And his hand touches nothing but air. The Bond had cut out, Rey was gone, and Kylo was alone again. Frustrated, wanting, hard, but alone. His mind swirls, confused at first until it settles on a very familiar emotion: rage.

He doesn't particularly care what Matt and Loki will say when they come back home. Kylo goes on a rampage, his lightsaber drawn and smashing anything he can reach.

This was not kriffing fair.

Edited 2019-06-04 21:45 (UTC)

Rey blinked. Suddenly, she was face down on her bed, alone. "No," she cried out, her hands forming into fists as she pounded the pillow. Eyes clenched tightly shut, she almost wanted to have a tantrum like a child would. She had been finally learning something about their bond, about the connection and the way that it worked and it had just stopped.

"No. Not now." Rising to her feet, Rey tensed her shoulders as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was quick, running a brush through her hair and straightening up a little. Her face was resolved as she made her way out of the room.

Thankfully, he wasn't that far across the campus from her. When she got to his door, she pounded on it hard. Her fist knocked so roughly that she was sure she made the door rattle a little. "Kylo? Open up. I know you're in there."

Kylo did not hear the thumping at the door, mostly because he was far too involved in destroying shit in his own frustrated anger. They were going to have to replace the television again, and he really didn't have it in him to care at all. At this point, he really didn't even care if they banned him from it altogether. Even if he would miss his shows. He just... He was far too angry at everything to care.

Luckily for Rey, however, the other two members of the flat came along and found themselves a bit confused at the sight of the pretty brunette hammering on their front door. Matt, being the more reasonable of himself and Loki, stepped forward.

"Uh, hi, can we help you?"

Rey turned, about ready to snap at them, till she saw who it was. Immediately, she put down her fists and looked sheepish. "I... I'm sorry." She eyed them both, looking back and forth between Matt and Loki. At least Matt seemed kind and helpful. The other one just looked bored.

"Kylo. I... I'm here to see him. I'm sorry, I was a bit frustrated with him. He won't answer the door and I know he's in there."

"Probably whining and breaking stuff again," Loki said to them both with a roll of his eyes.

Rey sighed. "And I think it might be my fault. Can you get him to come out or at least open up?"

Rey's words quite clearly caused confusion to Matt at least, who looked at Rey then at Loki then back to Rey.

"Kylo? Kylo Ren?" He clarified. "You," he pointed at Rey, "are here to see Kylo Ren?" Matt frowned, looking around the hallway as if he was expecting to see some sort of hidden camera crew. "...Why?"

And then there came the noise of more smashing from inside the apartment.

"...I think he might have broke the TV again," Matt said to Loki.

Rey blushed, raising a hand to both of them. "I... I think that might be my fault. I'll pay for it." She sighed. "Can you just let me in so I can get him to stop?"

Her eyes rolled and she watched the men look back and forth between each other. "Come on. Yes, I'm here to see Kylo. No, I haven't lost my mind."

Loki smirked and leaned over to Matt. He tried to whisper, but he wasn't that quiet about it. "I think she's the ONE."

Matt's eyes widened. "She's Rey? You're Rey?" He asked, turning to look at her quickly before turning back to Loki. "Rey actually exists?!" The shock in his voice was far too obvious. "I thought he was just making that up because Wanda was teasing him about being dateless?"

Loki looked back and forth between Rey and Matt. Unlike Matt, Loki had knew all along she was real. He never doubted Kylo for a second in the idea that his woman existed. Like his brother Thor, they both had put their hearts foolishly first. And he watched. With popcorn.

"If you're not going to let her in, then I am." Oh, he wanted a ringside seat to this. Pushing her aside, he moved over to the door and pulled out his keys to unlock it. He could use magic, but it was just a lock. Opening the door, he left it open for them as he moved through their living quarters to Kylo's room. Loudly, he pounded on the door.

"Ren! Your paramour is here. And if you have broken the TV, again, you will regret it, you insolent cock. Now open the door and get out here, before I begin to entertain her," he said, lifting up a fingernail and pretending to pick at it like he was bored.

Rey blinked, running in behind him, not waiting for Matt. When she heard Loki speak, her eyes widened. If she could turn ten shades of red, she would. Shaking her head, she waved at him, trying to get him to stop what he was saying. She had already offered to buy a new TV. Still, it was too late.

Slumping her shoulders a little, she took a step back, gazing down at her outfit and pretending to pick lint off of it. Anything to not look up.

Matt, at least, shot an apologetic look at Rey. He had manners, even if his room-mates didn't. "Loki, maybe we should leave them alone...?" That fact that he didn't sound at all like he wanted to do that wasn't to be paid attention to.

Kylo, on the other hand, did not hear the first thing that Loki had said, only the complaint about the television. He wrenched open his door, storming out in a furious mood.

"I don't give a stang about the kriffin' tel... Rey." He stopped short, just staring at the girl. "...Ar... Are you really here?"

"What's a stang..."

Shaking her head, she took a few hesitant steps forward, looking up at him. She didn't care that the others were here and wouldn't make them leave their own domicile. If they chose to excuse themselves, that was acceptable.

Reaching out, she took his hand in hers. He would feel her shaking. She looked down at their hands, threading their fingers together, giving it a slow squeeze. "I am here," she murmured, before looking up at him again. "Please... Don't break anything else. I'm here."

Kylo couldn't stop staring, looking down at their joined hands and then up to Rey's face. He swallowed nervously, somehow very aware of her being right in front of him though some part of him still felt as if it was nothing more than the Bond tricking him once again. Slowly, he reached out, touching her hair before placing his hand on her cheek.

"You're here..."

In the background, Matt hurried to a seat on the sofa, leaning over to Loki. "Oh my god, they're holding hands!"

Rey nodded her head, slowly tilting it to lean into his touch. Her eyes closed and for a moment, she just focused on the feeling of his hand on her skin. Real skin. Not a bond or something fake. Her lips parted as she sucked on her bottom lip, hesitating.

She didn't care that they had an audience or commentary.

"Yes, they're holding hands, I can see that. And he's shirtless. Five dollars says they'll be doing more very soon." Loki rolled his eyes at Matt, pulling out his phone to find something more important.

One of her hands reached out, ghosting up his arm to rest on his shoulder as she stepped closer. Her eyes were still closed as she turned her face to his palm. "Here," she whispered. "Finally."

"Oh, that reminds me," Matt grinned, "Wanda owes me ten. Apparently he wasn't lying when he said he was shredded." Kylo did say a lot, so it wasn't totally surprising that people around him didn't necessarily believe him. Not that the Dark Side Force user was paying much attention to the conversation of his housemates. He was still entranced - it appeared - by Rey actually being there.

His eyes flickered all over her face, trying to take in every little detail even though he had seen her perfectly clearly through the Bond. It was more intense, he would say, more real now that she was actually there. Not some projection, but a physical being right in front of him.

He let out a heavy breath, stepping forward and pressing his forehead against hers.

"You're here."

"I'm here."

Rey sighed, letting go of his face, wrapping her arms around him as she let her head touch his. Closing any sort of distance between them, she lingered in that quiet moment, the feel of him in front of her and knowing it was real this time. Not some bond. Not a dream. He was here. Nothing could stop her now.

"I told you he was hot. You didn't believe me when I peeked in on him in the shower."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that... I didn't even know how to keep it going or control it. I wouldn't have... I wouldn't have left you like that..." Her hands moved up and down his back, enjoying the close proximity of his taller frame. "Please, Kylo... Just... Please." She didn't want to say what she was really thinking in front of the others. Please let's go. Please, come back to mine. Please, let's go find somewhere private. Please something.

"You're really real," she murmured.

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