Entirely Different

Chapter Twenty Nine : Commander

"Knight." He barked, speaking quickly before you could sense his hesitance. "You're required for training."

You simply nodded, wide eyes set on his. He stared at you for a moment, unnerved with how you could catch him in your gaze that way. Then, he shook that away and strode off. Though he knew the interaction seemed gruff, he smiled in the privacy of his helmet. Pleased with the direction your thoughts still went when it came to him, perhaps there was something he could do about the things you'd said last night. Perhaps there was a way he could "have his cake and eat it too," as Sevier had put it.

The next several few hours were spent with Snoke over holoprojector, Hux was there too, as were Pryde and Phasma. The meeting had been boring, to say the least. Kylo's thoughts frequently strayed back to the image he'd picked from your mind hours earlier. He entertained himself with the godlike image you'd created of him. Entertained the possible implications. He'd entertained it too many times, toying with it, adding onto the fantasy.

He'd imagined you, littler rivers of seawater skimming down your exposed skin, nipples perky and taught underneath a drenched white top. He imagined the way the sunlight danced in your wet hair, the way he wanted to lace his fingers in it and caress the nape of your neck. He imagined laying you down in sand, crashing waves spraying the sides of your faces while his tongue explored yours under a warm sunny day. He imagined the way your lips would taste like a sweet forbidden fruit, now laced with notes of salty spray.

He'd lay his palms flat against your curves and feel gooseflesh rise in the wake of his touches, he could taste your sweet moans fall across his tongue. You'd skate your fingertips against his bare chest, your tiny tongue darting out to lick the salt from his pulse. He'd groan and claw at your thighs, flipping onto his back and dragging you to straddle his waist, the two of you closer to the waves now. He'd glance to the side and see the indentation of your perfect heart-shaped ass in the sand where you'd been underneath him moments ago.

Then, a wave would smack him in the face, and you'd laugh. He'd have no choice but to laugh with you, sickeningly giddy at the sound of your little giggles. You'd lean in close to him, gently sweeping a wet strand of hair out of his eyes while his heart hammered in his chest. He'd drag your face down to his, lips ghosting over yours as he'd press his needy erection between your legs.

"Can you feel how badly I need you, baby girl?" He'd ask, dark eyes boring into yours.

He'd drink in that little gasp which loosed from your lungs, cock twitching beneath you, begging to be touched.

"You want me to touch you, Daddy?" You'd ask innocently, your eyes wide as you'd bite your lip just how he liked.

He could hear himself moan already, desperate for you. He'd arch his back, thrust his hips up into you again, forcing you to feel the evidence confined by a layer of wet fabric.

"You know I do, baby girl." He'd whisper.

Your hand would trail down his chest, tiny things circling his wrists and bringing them up over his head. He could easily fight you, but he wouldn't want to. He'd interlock his hands behind his head while you made quick work of his buckle and zipper. He'd try to slow his breathing beneath you, completely and utterly at your mercy. You'd pull his length free and wrap your tiny hand around his base. Gods, he could imagine it; the little flood of precum that would weep from his tip and you'd extend that little pink tongue to sweep across and taste –

"Commander?" Kylo startled awake at the sound of his name.

His lack of sleep had caught up with him and he'd drifted off in the middle of the meeting. The room looked to him expectantly, and Kylo's hand nearly flew to his crotch under the table, fearing they'd see, and they'd all know; but they just continued to look at him. Pryde said his name once more and Kylo's attention flickered to him.