A Lesson to Learn

Chapter 12

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It was hard getting ready with Kylo looking at her like that. Rey felt almost nervous as she picked out her clothes and collected her things, stealing glances at the Greek God that laid in her bed, biceps bulging and abs on full display (oh yeah, Kylo Ren definitely had an eight pack) as he lounged on the bed. He looked at her intensely, with what could almost be perceived as adoration and devotion. Rey shook her head from those thoughts. It was too soon for that. Her traitorous brain was probably misinterpreting lust or passion or want or whatever carnal desire one woke up with after spending a whole night intimately pressed and rubbed up against somebody you were sexually attracted to. But maybe, if things kept going her way (stars willing), one day he would look at her with that strong affection and fondness she craved so desperately.

Just give it time, Rey, you got this, she thought, giving herself a mental pep talk. This would not go the way any of her other short lived romances had gone. She would not fall into self sabotage or desperate anxious clinger mode (though a part of her wondered if her sweet needy man would almost welcome some clinginess - he seemed more than happy to spend all his waking time with her and reluctant for her to leave).

Already she felt much more for Kylo than she had ever felt for another before, not that she had too much experience in the dating world and not that she could quite call any of her past trysts actual relationships. Nevermind that. Kylo seemed just as inexperienced and baffled by the modern dating world as she. This calmed her down a bit, and she mused happily about all the things she and Kylo would get to experience together for the first time. She had already given him many holiday firsts, but she didn't want it to end there. She hoped they would be each other's first true loves. Rey was barrelling towards that reality at a faster speed than she had originally anticipated - she just hoped Kylo was tumbling right alongside her.

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Once Rey had washed herself up in the bathroom and gotten dressed, she dutifully sat at the foot of the bed so Kylo could braid her hair, handing him a comb and hair tie before settling in. He chose a new design today, one that was meant for lovers. Kylo had hated the word before but now felt it held a different meaning for him, namely it finally made sense to him, even if it was corny and sappy in his opinion. He carefully brushed through Rey's hair and separated it into its necessary parts, silently working the tendrils into a stunning masterpiece. When he had secured it, he helped Rey stand and spun her so she could look in the mirror and admire his work.

Her excited reaction made him flush as she pulled his face down and rained kisses down on it, thanking him profusely. Kylo was delighted that she seemed to take as much pleasure from the experience as he did, even if she was still in the dark as to its intended purpose. He selfishly wished he could speed up the time so she'd be home quicker and he could undo the delicate hairstyle, wanting nothing more than to run his hands through her hair as his lips met hers in a searing kiss.

But alas, even he knew that messing with time could be tricky and so he wisely chose against it, knowing that the building anticipation would make her return home all that more sweet. She had already invited him over for dinner, as unwilling to let him go as he was of her. Kylo smirked to himself as he thought about his own Little One's budding possessive nature, wondering if it would rival his own as their feelings deepened for one another. He'd gladly spend all his time tied to her side for the rest of eternity, not that that wasn't already the case due to the ring. Though he would do it with or without the obligation of the ring, already ready to serve his Little One for as long as she would allow it - hopefully forever.

He followed his Rey out the door as they kissed each other goodbye, this one much more passionate than the fleeting pecks they'd given each other throughout the course of the morning. Kylo had decided to part with her here so he could keep up the semblance that he actually was a mortal with his own house and life somewhere that he would return to occasionally when he wasn't spending time with Rey. He figured he could return to her home once she was out of sight and hang out with Chewie for a bit before heading over to the First Order to collect that drink she owed him for letting her out of bed this morning and maybe also steal some affection here and there, too. Come to think of it, it sounded like the perfect way to spend his day.