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

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.

"You shouldn't have been peeking on him in the first place!"

Kylo's arms wrapped around her, eyes closing for just a brief moment to enjoy the feel of it. He was still processing it all, really. That she was real, and she was there right in front of him, and he was holding her. His eyes opened slowly and he stepped back, taking one of her hands and leading her towards his own room.

"... Should we let this happen?"

"If it is happening, I say we go see a movie. I really don't want to hear this..." Loki rose to his feet and headed out, not waiting to see if Matt followed him or not.

Rey smiled, only having eyes for Kylo. Once he pulled her into the room, she shut the door and leaned back against it, watching him. Finally, her eyes pulled away from him, finally seeing the destruction in his room. "Oh my gosh, Kylo! What did you do?" She blinked, staring at it, realizing he did this because of her.

Suddenly, she felt very guilty.

"I... I am so, so sorry. I... I didn't mean... I didn't want you to do this. I didn't want to hurt you." Stepping forward, she hugged him again, tighter this time. "I'll buy you a new television."

Matt watched as Kylo's room door closed with a very definite sound. "Uh, yeah. agreed. That is something I do not want to know..." He followed the Asgardian quickly. "You'd think he might consider his room-mates before taking her to his room though."

In his room, it's like Kylo only just becomes aware of what he did. He steps away, and has the decency to look ashamed of himself.

"No, it's not... I was just..." He sighed. "I was frustrated, and angry. And I lashed out." He gave a laugh. "Loki will fix the television with his magic, don't worry. Matt just likes complaining."

She didn't even care about any of it. The room. His roommates. She laughed, shaking her head as she moved over to him. "You were mad. I was too, you know?"

Gently, she brushed her body against his as she moved over to his bed. There's a look of something in her eyes as she moves to it, biting her bottom lip as she stretched out along the length of it. "I made you do this," she murmured. "When all I really wanted was to get closer to you."

Gently, she patted the bed. "Hold me?"

He watched her, the way she moved over to his bed and the way she stretched along it. He took her in, eyes moving up and down quickly before meeting her gaze again. He nodded, almost stiffly, and walked over to sit beside her. He looked her up and down again before shifting, placing an arm over her.

"... I still can't believe you're here."

"Oh for..." Rolling her eyes, she grabbed him and tugged him into the bed, forcing him to lay down beside her, awkwardly or not. Her arms wound around him as she snuggled up to him, closing her eyes and just enjoying the real feeling of her cheek to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I am. Here, I mean. So, take advantage of it." Shaking her head, she slid one of her feet between his, leaving no room or doubt between them.

His eyes widened as she tugged him into place, and he tried to will his breathing back into a normal pattern as she rested against his cheek. His hands came up, one tracing over her arm and the other placed nervously on her cheek to get her to look up.

"...Taking advantage," he breathed, and leaned in to place his lips to hers.

"Finally..." Soft lips parted for him as she easily returned the tentative kiss. One of her hands moved up slowly, slipping behind his neck, wanting to feel his soft locks against her fingers. The other hand stayed where it was, pressed against his back as she lost herself in him. Soft skin. Firm muscles. A small moan slipped out as she let him invade her senses.

It was everything the bond had been and then more. He was finally here, here with her in person. Even though she didn't even know what she was doing, she knew she wanted to do it. Her tongue darted out, nervous at first, licking along his bottom lip as she kissed him. "Kylo..."

It's a rush, just kissing her. He pulls her closer, fingers curling in at the sound of the small moan. The hand on her arm moved down, grasping at her hip, his fingers pressing in in a mimic of what they had been doing through the Bond. Only this was real, it was more than the Bond had been.

He shuddered as her tongue licked along his lip and his eyes opened to stare at her, blown wide and dark.

"Rey," his voice was low, desperate.

She smiled up at him, cupping his cheek, letting her thumb brush along his lips. The depth and heat of his gaze upon her went straight to her body. Nobody had ever looked at her like that before. Nobody had ever seemed to want to. It was a hard feeling to ignore and push to the side when he looked like an animal he wanted to pounce.

Gently, she urged him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Her knees went to either side of his hips and she straddled him. If he paid close attention, he'd feel her shaking. It was just like the position they had before the bond had let out. She moved her hands down the length of his chest, exploring every inch slowly as she stared into his eyes.

She could feel him, beneath her, as she was sure he could feel her starting to get damp.

Hesitantly, she took one of his hands and slowly slid it up her body, trembling as she guided his palm above her waist. "Touch me, Kylo. Please."

There was a muffled groan as her thumb brushed along his lips. This wasn't anything he had experienced before, and his skin felt on fire with every small touch Rey made. He went on to his back easily with her urging, and his hands automatically went to cup the side of her knees, rubbing his fingers along there.

She was warm, around him, her weight was real and he swallowed dryly realising this was... more than the Bond would have ever been able to give them. The permission to touch her had Kylo's eyes flicker from her own, just to look at her body as he carefully slide his hand up her stomach, along her side, stopping just under her breast.

His eyes flickered back up to her face, and down again before he inched his hand up a little more to cover it.

She watched him, her face a mixture of admiration and amusement. Reaching down, she took his other hand and did the same, pulling them both up to cover her breasts. She felt like a giddy child, playing with a new toy in this scenario. It was all new to her. She'd never been this close to someone, never wanted to do the things she wanted to do with him. Her hips moved slightly, barely at all as she pushed down against him, rocking into him as she arched up into his hands.

"Ha... Have you ever..." Rey bit her bottom lip, blushing as she looked down at him. Once his hands where were they were supposed to be, she went back to exploring his chest. Her fingertips moved very slowly, gentle like as she explored his firm chest and smooth stomach. Another moan, her tongue slipped out as she bent down, placing a kiss to his neck.

She felt dizzy, her head drowning in all the sensations. "I... I don't know what to do," she murmured, looking up at him. "I just know I... I want more."

Kylo's hands were shaking a little, covering Rey's breasts even as she leaned into them. She was... soft, he thought, and he tried squeezing, just lightly. His own hips rocked into hers on instinct, and he tore his eyes away from just watching the way her body reacted to look back at her face.

"...No. I ... Never." It was hard to focus on the words when her closeness, leaning down against him, it was causing all the blood to rush south and he couldn't even feel embarrassed that he was growing hard as she moved against him.

"Yes," he agreed. He plucked at the fabric of her top. "Off." It was a request, his expression made that clear.

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