Kylo leaned closer. “I know you’ve seen the map. It’s in there…and now you’ll give it to me.”
He smiled softly. “Don’t be afraid. I feel it, too.”
“I’m not giving you anything,” Rey defiantly replied, despite her own trepidation at the spector of another mind probe.
“We’ll see,” retorts Kylo as he peers into Rey’s eyes intently to resume the probe.
She met his gaze, and his confidence begin to waver as he slams into a barrier in her mind. She does the unthinkable and enters his mind, and in that moment their minds merge as one, their innermost feelings and intentions laid bare.
A blaze of faint memories, emotions, fears, and deep desires.
Staring at each other in stunned silence, it was Kylo who spoke first.
“Perhaps…there’s more than one way to find what I seek…”
Summary: After Ben SolocatchesRey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.
Excerpt
After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie’s car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.
If it was anyone else, he’d probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke’s that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.
“Hey look at me!” Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. “I’m a big git with a laser sword!”
Ben scoffed at her. “Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!”
“Afraid I’m gonna break your toys?” Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.
Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. “They’re not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!”
“I’m not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I’m just –” Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.
“Having fun?” Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. “Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?”
Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!
Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.
“How about you make me?” she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.
Anger flashed across Ben’s face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.
“What the–” Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.
“What the fuck is your probl–” Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her’s.
Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.
She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something…exciting…
Summary: After Ben SolocatchesRey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.
Excerpt
After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie’s car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.
If it was anyone else, he’d probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke’s that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.
“Hey look at me!” Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. “I’m a big git with a laser sword!”
Ben scoffed at her. “Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!”
“Afraid I’m gonna break your toys?” Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.
Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. “They’re not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!”
“I’m not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I’m just –” Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.
“Having fun?” Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. “Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?”
Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!
Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.
“How about you make me?” she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.
Anger flashed across Ben’s face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.
“What the–” Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.
“What the fuck is your probl–” Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her’s.
Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.
She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something…exciting…
Kylo leaned closer. “I know you’ve seen the map. It’s in there…and now you’ll give it to me.”
He smiled softly. “Don’t be afraid. I feel it, too.”
“I’m not giving you anything,” Rey defiantly replied, despite her own trepidation at the spector of another mind probe.
“We’ll see,” retorts Kylo as he peers into Rey’s eyes intently to resume the probe.
She met his gaze, and his confidence begin to waver as he slams into a barrier in her mind. She does the unthinkable and enters his mind, and in that moment their minds merge as one, their innermost feelings and intentions laid bare.
A blaze of faint memories, emotions, fears, and deep desires.
Staring at each other in stunned silence, it was Kylo who spoke first.
“Perhaps…there’s more than one way to find what I seek…”
