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

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Multiverse Room-Mates [closed to hashisreasons/forcefierce]

Kylo would like to point out that he gave his room-mates the illusion of privacy at least. Never mind that he could just read their thoughts as easily as he breathed, he did his best not to do such things because he knew it was rude. Or more to the point last time he did it, Matt had whined for three hours about how he was violating the terms of the room-mate agreement and he promised! It wasn't worth the head-ache.

Still, he at least tried to be a good room-mate. When he felt like it.

They were out, it had just been him in the flat when the Force Bond had flared to life. He was very grateful that he was showered and dressed this time; the last time it had happened when he was still only half awake and that had been a level of awkward with Rey that he hadn't really wanted to deal with.

Still, it had been just him, and it was nice. To be able to talk openly with her with no worry of anyone interrupting.

They needed more moments like that

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He kisses her, trying not to think on how long he had Snoke in his mind, how any good thought was spoiled. He knows, logically, that his thinking has been altered a lot, that he doesn't know how to say things the way he wants to say them.They get wrong, before they come out. Like telling her she was nothing, but not to him. That... He had wanted to say that in that in the story of it all, their parts didn't mean much in the long run, but... to each other, he hoped they meant something.

"...Next time?"

That he hadn't expected.

Rey blushed. Suddenly, she felt very sheepish. Her eyes close and she curled up to him, snuggling into his chest, mostly so he can't see her face. Her arms wind around him and she hesitates.

"Unless... You don't want to do that again?" She sighed. "I mean we started off so great, I want a better ending."

The feeling of her arms winding around him was reassuring, and he copied the action, winding his around her in a way that kept her close, kept them close together, but that was comfortable. Well, he hoped it was comfortable. He hadn't had much practice with giving comforting touches.

"I would," he said, then cleared his throat. He was red in the face himself, and kind of grateful it was just them. "Like to do that again, I mean. Yes."

The words were tripping up on his tongue. Well, that was awkward.

"Good." Rey reached down, grabbing the cover and pulled it up over both of them. The last thing she wanted was his roommates to walk in on them. "Nap. Later, I'll help you clean up."

She pulled back, peeking up at them. "Why didn't your roommates think I was real?"

Kylo would have happily pointed out that thanks to the room-mate truce - enforced by Matt - no one went into the other's room. And due to the level of destruction he tends to invoke, well, they especially keep away from his. But that would maybe make Rey not want to be comfortable with him right there and he was very good with her being right there.

"Oh." That. "Because they'd never seen you before. I mentioned you and then Wanda said I was clearly making you up."

"Well, they sure stared like I was real." She chuckled, reaching up to brush her fingertips against his face. "I'm very real. And very warm. And very soft too." Laughing, she leaned up and kissed his chin. "And very yours, as long as you stay calm about it."

Gently, she pushed him onto his back, snuggling up so she could rest her head on his chest proper. One of her legs draped over his and she took his hand in hers. "Kylo... Do you dream?"

"Just wait, we'll go out there and they'll be waiting with a camera," Kylo muttered, letting her push him on his back, only to grab her a bit closer. He had been constantly annoyed that no one seemed to believe him that Rey was a real person, but now he had the feeling that them knowing might be worse.

He watched their hands for a moment. "...More nightmares, than dreams."

"And then I'll break their camera." She reached out, one hand absentmindedly trailing up and down his chest. She had no problem with him grabbing her or clinging to her. She wanted to cling to him too. "I'm real. And I will tell Wanda so," she muttered.

A small sigh slipped out. "Then we have to give you something happy to dream about."

That actually got him laughing. Largely as he could see her doing exactly that, and it would be something that he would actually enjoy seeing. He wondered, briefly, if Wanda would appear that day - he wanted to show off how very real Rey was.

And as he vaguely spotted one of the marks had had placed on her neck... Well, that wouldn't be too bad to show off either.

"Do you dream?"

Rey smiled. "You should laugh more often. I like the sound of it." She chuckled, looking up at him. "It sounds pretty."

If there were neck marks, he would have to tell her. She didn't see them.

"I... I've dreamed of you."

Pretty? He paused, and gave a small shrug. "I haven't got many reasons to laugh." A sad truth, though that seemed to give others more reason to laugh at him. Oh, well.

There were a few. He liked catching glimpses of them.

"...Oh?" That sounded promising.

"So, we give you more reasons to laugh and not destroy your room. It's quite easy to consider." She looked up at him, giving him a small smirk. "Unless you like destroying your room. You only get one clean up pass from me."

He would have to tell her about the marks, as she had not seen them yet.

"Yeah..." She blushed a little. "I don't know, should I tell you?"

"I'd rather not have to replace stuff all the time," he admitted dryly, a hint of a smirk on his face. It was easier, to be a bit freer around her. He wondered what that meant.

His fingers brushed against one of them just lightly. A vindictive part of him was crowing over it.

"I'd like to know."

Her eyes closed and she shivered at the way his fingers brushed over her skin. One of her feet kicked out, rubbing up against his leg. "Mmmm, then don't get man. Next time, you reach out to me first. I want to help you... I can help you stay calm if you let me," she murmured.

The more he touched her neck, the more she leaned into him.

"Well, we were fighting. Training. Sparring with different weapons. We were putting each other through the paces..." She sighed. "Slowly, clothes started to disappear..."

"I was always... encouraged to lash out," Kylo admitted in a low voice, not necessarily okay with doing so. He was aware that Snoke had always cultivated the worst parts of himself and it had left him not entirely in a good place. But Rey didn't seem to mind it, apart from when he scared her.

Which he was doing his best not to down, still carefully brushing the marks he'd left on her neck.

"Strip fighting? It's one way of motivating."

"Just..." She sighed, looking up at him. "Just because one person taught you to be one way doesn't mean you can't change. You can be something else. You can be whatever you want to be, not what they encourage you to be." Rey leaned into his touch, unable not to. The way he was so gently touching her neck made her shiver in a good way.

She liked his low voice. It was much better than when he was yelling.

"It is..." She blushed, her cheeks reddening. "And then... Then we weren't fighting." Her hand slowly crept up his arm to his cheek, brushing her knuckles against it. "You should smile more."

"I don't know what I want to be." He had wanted to be a pilot, once. But that was years ago and that person seemed entirely foreign to who Kylo was now. That dream belonged to a Ben Solo who didn't have blood on his hands. He doubted he'd ever be anything like that again.

Though sometimes, like this quiet moment with Rey in his bed beside him, he felt like maybe it was possible.

"It wouldn't really work to smile at work," he commented drily, lifting an eyebrow in her direction.

"You have time to find out." She scooted closer, as close as she could, snuggling up to him and resting her cheek against his chest. Her eyes closed, straining to listen for his heartbeat. Her arms wound around him, tight, not wanting to let go of the moment that they had. It was their time, their moment.

It made her smile, his earlier scare quickly forgotten for now. "Don't eyebrow at me. I'm not your coworkers." She giggled, letting her hand run up and down his back as her legs twined with his. If she had her way, he was never getting out of bed.

"Yes, I know. You have to be all gruff and mean." She let her lips brush against his chest. "You can smile for me."

"...Guess I do," he hadn't thought of it that way. It was easier, to think of things that way when Rey was wrapped around him, warm and comfortable. Well, sort of easier to think. It was also sort of harder because his mind kept slipping into other thoughts.

Basically? He wouldn't mind not getting out of bed for a while, long as she was there too.

And he did smile for her.

She smiled. Mostly because it was like she could feel him smiling. With her body pressed against his, flesh to flesh, it was hard not to get warm all over again. She sighed, her breathing warm against his chest as she enjoyed the intimate moment while they had it. Soon, his roommates would be back and they wouldn't be alone anymore. Soon, she would have to get up.

She really didn't want to.

One of her hands hesitantly crept lower, to the small of his back, before trailing even lower still. She wondered what he'd do, her fingers brushing down to the back of his thigh. "You should follow your heart. You should do what you want and not let someone else force you into a life you don't want. You're so much better than that. You deserve better than that," she murmured.

Kylo was most definitely not thinking about the return of his room-mates, and the fact that would mean Rey would need to leave. He could throw up a sound proof barrier with the Force if he had to. Anything that could allow them privacy a bit longer.

"That's stuff I should be telling you," he muttered back, just watching to see what she would do. His hand finally left her neck, trailing along her shoulder and then just underneath her collarbone. Just simple touches, trying to remember every little feel of her.

"I think we should tell each other. We can build each other up instead of letting someone else tear us down." She sighed, biting her bottom lip as he caressed her. They were the simplest of simple touches, gentle and nothing more. And that's what really made her shiver from them.

When he wanted to be sweet and care, he could. She wished she saw more of that man and not the dark one who wanted to choke her. A small moan slipped out. Her own hands moved back up his chest, fingers trailing feather light over his skin. She wanted to memorize every feel of him for the next time she was alone.

"You are better than you think you are. You're not... You're not what they're trying to make you out to be. There's good inside of you. I can see it." She pulled back, staring into his eyes with hope. Hesitantly, she leaned up and brushed her lips to his.

He considered what she said. "That... would work," he said slowly, thinking through the idea. The main issue, really, was that he didn't exactly put things the right way when he wanted to. Words were hard for him, at least in the sense of properly conveying his meaning. He could try harder, though, for Rey.

He would try a lot of things for Rey.

He can't help but pull her closer as she brushes his lips against his, pressing his own back and cupping her cheek with one hand. It was the skin contact, wanting to memorise her feel, so that it would burn into his mind.

"Baby steps," she murmured against his lips. One of her hands moved up into his hair, letting her fingers run through it as she lost herself in his kiss. When he was like this, sweet, he was someone she wanted to spend more time with. This man, the one not angry and full of fear, this is the one she wanted to get to know better. The one that, maybe, she could get to come out more.

He had a heart, he just needed to see he could let it breathe.

A small moan slipped out as she kissed him, her lips parting and her tongue darting out to lick against his bottom lip. "I'm here for you," she murmured. And she meant it. She didn't want to let him go. She wanted to help him. Her feelings for her, the bond, it was something she didn't want to push away anymore. "I believe in you."

He didn't really know what to say in response to the words. They meant everything and how to respond was completely beyond what he was capable of. Instead he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her closer, and kissed harder.

Maybe that could say it for him.

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