disclaimer: this doesn't really get DIRTY dirty,, but if you don't like that kind of stuff AT ALL, you have been warned

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As the ship's artificial lighting assaults my slit eyes the following morning, I feel the dead weight of an arm slung over my hips, and a warm fan of breath at the nape of my neck. I recognize the room around me enough to realize that it is not my own, but Kylo's.

When I try to remember the night before, everything following our entrance to the gala is hazy, save for one fatally important piece of information: tomorrow, the First Order will finally move to attack the Resistance, in an attempt to snuff them out once and for all.

And if I had to form a logical guess, I had slept here through the night with Ren, meaning I have even less vital time to transmit a warning to the Resistance, and in turn they will need to pack away their base with practically insurmountable urgency.

Silently cursing myself for acting so selfishly, I try to formulate a plan to escape to the little spy room without waking Ren from his sleep, when I feel him softly stirring beside me.

He takes a long, deep breath, forearm twitching at my waist, and I shove away the sinking feeling that escaping without rousing any suspicion is going to be much harder than I had originally hoped it would be. He moves closer, consciously nuzzling his face into my shoulder, and twists a lock of my silvery hair between his fingers.

"Lya?" He finally whispers, attempting to confirm that I had already woken. Slowly, I turn to face him, our noses touching as I meet his dazed honey eyes. My fingers find his neck, grazing his smooth, bare chest along the way.

We stare at each other for a long time, unable to determine if we are simply mesmerized, or too tired to look away. Something stirs in my chest, and I become all too aware of his heart beating softly in the back of my mind, a rare comfort I will never, ever take for granted again. My pull to him goes taut, and I softly kiss the corner of his lips, lingering in the spot for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

A memory from the night before returns to me then, and I search his face, contemplating the next words waiting at the tip of my tongue, trying to decide if they should be spoken at all.

"I still want to... to.. you know." I stutter, hoping I had gotten the point across without being quite as bold as my drunken self.

Ren's dark eyebrows crash down, his breath caught in his throat as his lips twitch.

"Right now?" He asks, his morning voice an impossibly deeper, scratchy tone that sends a small shiver through me. Slowly, I begin to nod.

He considers this for a moment, despite the way his heart had began to thump faster in his chest, which told me exactly how this proposition had made him feel. I know him better than anyone, and I am unsurprised when he seals our fate as his mouth hungrily meets mine, his large hands cupping my face, holding me close.

My hands rove over his bare chest, finally finding their place tangled in his curls. I smile faintly as he peppers my face with kisses, and when he begins to trail down my neck, the warm stirring in my lower abdomen suddenly intensifies, and I can't help the faint moan that escapes my lips.

I help him to pull the jumper over my head, leaving me in only my underclothes as my navel presses into his hips. His kisses linger on the scars curling over my collar bone, gentle at first before lightly biting at the soft skin, and I run my fingers lovingly through his curls, then over the tightened muscles in his back as the warmth spreads inside me.

He raises his beautiful eyes to mine, connecting our lips again fervently before breaking away the second his fingertips find the hem of my top.

"You're sure?" Ren rasps, one last time. I wrap my arms around his neck and fight back a smile.

"Yes." I whisper.

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I pick at the sheets wrapped around me pensively as I watch Kylo slip into his typical black clothing across the room, my body having grown cold without his after our active period of closeness.

I am biding my time now, feeling conflicted as I silently urge him to leave so that I may sneak away to warn the Resistance, while I simultaneously don't want him to leave my sight.

Fully dressed with his helmet clutched tightly under his arm, he approaches the bed, eyes glued to me.

"It's just a meeting with command. I'll be free this afternoon. Sparring, maybe?" He suggests.

"Yes, I would love that." I agree, pulling my knees up to my chest.

"I'll meet you..."

"In my room." I finish.

"Right." He purses his lips as he studies me, and I long to see the thoughts crossing his mind at the very moment, but he is still closed off, even to me.

He glances at his helmet and then the door, and I hold back a laugh at the small implication that I need to dismiss him from his own bedchamber.

"I love you." I grant him the dismissal, my face going rosy. The words transform him completely, and I even catch the faintest hint of Ben Solo's smile gracing his face before he turns away, to the door.

My stars, he says quietly through our connection, just as he always used to, and I swear my heart is going to burst.

But as soon as he's gone, I spring to action.

I pull the jumper from the night before back over my head then approach his closet to search for something to put on my lower half, eventually settling on a pair of black pants of softer material, which I'm forced to tie as tightly around my waist as possible. Nevertheless, they still seem liable to fall off, and I have to roll up the legs almost ten times to free my feet.

I leave my feet bare as I slip out of the room, already knowing my way well enough.

The looks I earn from countless military personnel over my attire while I'm on my way is nothing short of amusing. I slide to a halt outside the faux supply closet, smirking as I glance around to be sure I'm alone before quietly slipping inside.

The elevator can't go down fast enough and I press the button multiple times. I puff out my cheeks in exasperation. I already feel guilty enough for spending so much time this morning on personal gain as opposed to warning my organization of their threat of imminent danger, and I'm liable to punch the damned control panel when it finally lets up.

I call Leia over the holo immediately. There is no one in the room save for me, and for a reason I can't seem to put a finger on, something stirs in my stomach, and the Force around me seems to press on my skin in warning, but when I glance around again, I know I am completely alone.

The noble woman's face appears before me, projected in blue light, and worry lines crease her forehead as her eyes meet my own.

"Leia," I breathe, "tomorrow. Not even 24 hours." I inform her quickly, my throat bobbing as I search her face. Her eyebrows disappear into her hairline, and she purses her lips.

"Thank you, Lyra." She finally musters, and she's gone before she can heave a petrified breath. I sigh in relief, slumping into one of the chairs behind me.

I feel it again. Something isn't right.

The air around me goes cold. Red enters the corners of my vision.

Then I hear footsteps.

"I knew you were up to something." A teasing voice sneers, and I spin around, baring my teeth at Hux, my fingers flying to my waist to draw out my lightsaber.

But these aren't my clothes. It's not there.

"Just wait until Ren hears about this," he continues, circling me, taking up a majority of the tiny room. "Of course, traitors and captured allies of the Resistance must be submitted for immediate questioning, as is mandatory. There isn't a thing he could do to get you out of this, you pathetic girl." His gelled red hair gleams in the dim light, a nasty smile splitting his pale face.

There is nothing left for me to do but run away. I'll have to find my lightsaber and steal a fighter, somehow, if I want to live. I'll disappear into the vastness of space and seek out the Resistance.

I won't see Ren again. Perhaps it's for the better, as I'm not sure I could stand witness as he registers my betrayal.

I raise my hand with the intention of throwing him into the wall and knocking him out so I can make a hasty attempt at escape, but this only seems to amuse him further.

"I don't think so." He tuts, as I feel the cold barrel of a blaster on the back of my neck.

How hadn't I sensed a trooper behind me?

"Come along now," Hux beckons, as if he's inviting me to an evening stroll in the park. "I have someone for you to meet. Someone you should have met a long time ago."

I clench my fist, trembling with anger.

I spit on his horrible shiny boots.

Then, I follow.

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WHO IS HE TAKING HER TO MEET??

also i was just thinking of the drastic turn this chapter takes LMAO. ~starts the morning f*cking ur beautiful bf then gets captured at blasterpoint less than a half an hour following~ #justgirlythings

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