#❆ . // ▹ how the cries of the weak fall on thieves shoulders. ⋮ musing.

[ashywankenobi]

Undisclosed Desires

Disclaimer: This started as an idea, which turned into a rewrite of the interrogation scene from TFA. I did take certain liberties, so please just enjoy it as it is! Thanks ❤️

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He crouched in front of her. The girl. His breathing was nothing more than a metallic distortion through his mask.

He gazed at her intently, wondering why he felt such a pull to her.

‘Who are you?’ He mused. He wanted to dive into her head, he needed to know everything about her. He craved her. It was shameful the way he could feel his body responding to her. ‘The Supreme Leader won’t stand for it’, he thought to himself, his gloved hands clenched into a tight first.

“Enough,” he said out loud, his voice ragged through the modulator, “Awaken.” His outstretched hand aimed towards her, calling upon the Force to do his bidding.

The girl was abruptly awoken, her eyes adjusting to the room. He felt her panic rising as she glanced around and down at her shackled arms and legs.

He watched her play of emotions, fed off of her fear. ‘She’s noticed me,’ he thinks to himself as her tearful eyes meet his mask.

“Where am I?” She asks him, dread tainting her voice.

“You’re my guest,” he states flatly, his mask slightly titling to the right.

“Where are the others?” She demands. She puffs out her chest, and tries to muster a brave face.

‘Ah, some courage.’ He thinks to himself as he stands.

“Do you mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends? You’ll be relieved to hear I have no idea,” he answers nonchalantly as he looks off into the distance.

‘You’re dead, you bastard,’ she promises herself through gritted teeth.

His masks snaps back to her as he senses her change of emotions.

“You still want to kill me.” He reads her mind. Disbelief coursing through him.

“That happens when you’re being hunted by a creature in a mask,” she spits at him, hatred seething from her pores.

He stares at her in shock from behind his mask. ‘Well,’ he considers her again, before reaching up to unlatch and remove his mask.

She gazes at his face. ‘Handsome’, flits through her mind before she quickly looks away.

He smirks to himself slightly as he continues, “Tell me about the droid.”

She feigns ignorance as she says, “He's a BB unit with a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator.”

‘Clever thing,’ he muses. “It's carrying a section of a navigational chart. And we have the rest. Recovered from the archives of the Empire, but we need the last piece. And, somehow, you convinced the droid to show it to you. You. A scavenger.” He tastes satisfaction as her eyes widen and narrow at the insult.

He has to calm himself. The scavenger, Rey, is proving more interesting than he originally thought.

He leans into her, his hand a hair’s breadth from her face. He eases into her mind. He swallows a sigh as he delves into her.

“You're so lonely... So afraid to leave... At night, desperate to sleep... You imagine an ocean... I see it... I see the island... And Han Solo... You feel like he's the father you never had. He would have disappointed you,” he tells her, anger and jealously threatening to boil over.

“Get out of my head,” Rey demands, tearfully.

He pulls away slightly, sympathy tightening his throat. ‘She’s just like me.’ He considers her a moment more,

“ I know you've seen the map. It's in there... and now you'll give it to me.” He leans closer to her, breathing her in.

“I’m not giving you anything,” she says resolutely.

“We’ll see.” His promise hangs in the air between them. Rey can’t help but feel a slight clench deep inside of her. She tries to push the feeling away. It only helps to ignite it more, causing her to involuntarily rub her thighs together.

Kylo pushes back into her mind. They lock gazes. Rey’s face begins to contort with effort as she tries to keep him out. Kylo’s focus falters, his face beginning to fill with uncertainty. She takes his moment of weakness and gains the upper hand, sinking into his mind.

“... You... you're afraid... that you will never be as strong as... Darth Vader!” She hisses at him, venomously.

“No,” he whispers as he backs away from her.

She looks at him triumphantly.

He stands in front of her, noses almost touching. His hands slam against the metal on either side of her face.

“You know I can take whatever I want,” he threatens her, his eyes dark pools.

She gazes at him, her eyes flickering to his lips. She closes the distance between them and kisses him roughly. Kylo yelps in surprise.

“What are you doing, Scavenger?” He asks trying to mask his alarm.

“Enjoying myself,” she replies smugly.

He stares at her in shock, manages to reclaim some sort of control, and points at her.

“Make no mistake of who’s in charge here,” he says as he looms over her. “Why don’t we see how much you can enjoy.” He releases the bindings around her ankles.

She promptly wraps her legs around him, squeezing tightly. He growls at her, as he pulls at the ties of his pants.

Rey pulls against her bindings at her wrists, “If you’d undo these, I could help,” she offers innocently.

“Not a chance,” he huffs as he frees himself.

Rey glances down at his length, eyes widening. She quickly meets his gaze, blush creeping across her face.

Kylo smirks at her, “Let go,” he orders.

She squeezes her legs harder in response.

“The hard way, then,” he decides for her. He grips the waistband of her pants, watching her as he makes to yank them down.

“No, no wait!” She says as she releases him. He tries not to chuckle at her sudden compliance.

He gazes at her as he pulls them down and tosses the off to the side.

She tries to stifle a moan, but it’s no use, and he does chuckle now.

Kylo runs his gloved hand up the length of her leg, stopping at her thigh, and hoisting it up around his waist. Rey moves her other leg around him, holding her weight on her arms.

His desire is rolling off of him in waves, he can barely breath. The Scavenger’s breathing is ragged as she watches him with wide eyes.

‘Please let this be pleasant,’ she thinks to herself.

“It won’t be unpleasant,” he reassures her. ‘Dammit,’ he chastises himself, compassion is weakness.

He registers that she didn’t actually speak those words as an afterthought. He stares, contemplating her, but she doesn’t seem to notice.

“I can handle it,” she snarls.

He enters her in one sharp thrust. He grinds his teeth, smothering a moan.

Rey’s mouth widens into an open ‘O’. He rests his forehead against hers, and readjusts their position. He lifts his head and watches her, senses her pleasure and anxiety, a heady combination.

“Don’t be afraid, I feel it too,” he confirms as he begins to move. He thrusts into her completely again, before withdrawing, causing her to moan and snap her hips up to reclaim him. “Kriff,” he chokes out. She groans in response, her hips undulating harshly, trying to gain any friction she can.

He grips her waist hard to the point of bruising. He continues to move into her at a rapid pace.

“Kiss me,” Rey demands. He releases one of her thighs to grip her face, and crushes his lips to hers. Their tongues collide, as their pace quickens. Hips moving to meet, wetness pooling at her thighs. Kylo can feel her arousal mounting.

“You will remove these restraints,” she orders calmly, calling on the same unknown power she had before when she entered Kylo’s mind.

His thrusts slow as he looks at her in panic.

“What did you say?” He growls.

“You will remove these restraints,” she tries again.

Kylo considers her before doing as she commands.

They watch as both metal cuffs pop open with an audible click. The room grows silent as they meet one another’s eye. Their senses heightened and the tension at a breaking point.

‘She’s going to make her escape,’ he speculates to himself.

She grins at him, as he quickly realizes his mistake.

He grips her hard just as she grabs a handful of his hair. She pulls with all her strength causing them to teeter dangerously to one side.

He roars as he rights them, and pushes her up against the wall. Trapping her wrists in his large hands, and her hips against his.

They both breath heavily, chests rising and falling quickly, as they glare at one another.

“Go on then,” she snaps at him.

He’s more painfully hard than he was when they first started, and he takes the opportunity to show her, pulling out and thrusting in.

She cries out, as he continues his onslaught. He thrusts into her, biting her neck, and kissing down to her shoulder blade.

He release one wrist, which she promptly tangles into his hair. He glares at her and gives her a warning growl. She moans in response, pushing his face down to her chest.

He rips open her shirt, pulling down to reveal a hard, pink nipple. He hums, with approval, at the back of his throat. Bending his head, he takes her nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking.

“Kylo,” Rey moans breathily. He grazes her with his teeth and she cries out.

“I’m going to...” she starts to say. “Yes,” he groans, reaching his hand between them, rubbing circles around her tight knot.

They move together thrusting upwards, the sound of wet skin and moans filling the room.

Rey comes loudly, pulsing around his cock. Their minds connect uncontrollably, allowing Kylo to feel her orgasm. He bursts into her in jerky waves of pleasure.

Kylo holds her, suspended in a momentary truce, his head leaning against her chest. Rey tries to calm her breathing, one wrist still being held by Ren and the other still holding on limply to his hair.

He looks up at her and meets her gaze. Neither knowing what to say. He realizes he’s still holding her wrist, and lets go as she moves her hand from his hair.

Kylo looks as if he’s about to say something when Rey suddenly and violently head butts him.

He curses as he drops her, and falls to the ground holding his face. Rey scrambles up, and reaches for her pants, attempting to pull them on quickly.

Kylo grabs for her foot, and latches on to her. She squeals in surprise and kicks at him as he tries to protect his already broken nose.

“Stop,” he yells at her.

“Let go,” she screams. She kicks again, hitting him right in the face again. He curls in on himself, cursing.

She makes it to the door and opens it.

“Stop, Rey!” He calls out again, his vision blurring as blood gushes from his nose.

She looks back at him, before running out and away.