A week had passed and you felt empty. Although what Kylo had done to you was wrong in so many ways, it was strange barely speaking to him. The only times you two interacted was when you had training together. The closest thing to a laugh you shared was when you were constructing your lightsaber. It was something you were proud of for just a little while, but then reality came crashing back down. And reality was painful. Reality cut deeper than a thousand knives and burned hotter than Kylo's lightsaber. By the time the second week passed, you only felt guilt. Part of you wanted to forgive him but the other part of you was screaming no. He looked so hurt most of the time, but his pain reminded you of the pain he brought you.

You hated yourself for longing for his touch. Even if he wasn't always gentle or loving. You wanted to hear his voice and have a real conversation, even if that meant you would end up in tears and him in silence. Closure was something every human wanted and now you craved it. You craved him. There was a fire burning in your stomach that shouldn't have been there. No matter how many times you tried to put it out, the spark kept relighting itself.

You understood wanting closure from any other person, but this was more. You had to blame yourself, but you also had to blame that ridiculous Force bond. That dyad that made you inseparable and drew you towards one another. You were like planets gravitating towards one another. Only these planets collided in a shower of pain and tears. Your longing was also accompanied by another feeling. Desire. Lust, even. So much so, that you resorted to touching yourself at night while thinking about him. Fantastic.

By the beginning of the third week, you could take no more of it. Today was a training day between you and Kylo anyways. Unfortunately your constant sadness and anger made your fighting thrive beneath the Dark Side, but you had grown used to it now. You had greatly improved and you were sure Kylo would have told you so if you were on speaking terms. Your hand rests on the cool black hilt of your lightsaber as you walk into the training room. As per usual, your master was already standing on the springy center mat, pulling on his gloves and fiddling with his lightsaber.

Kylo looks up when he hears the door swinging shut behind you, followed by your light footsteps on the slick ground. "Good on you for finally joining me." There was coldness in his tone. That wasn't exactly a surprise.

You sigh and look up at him as you step onto the mat. "I think we should talk." You plant your hands on your hips. "For real this time."

"What is there to talk about?" He says rather snidely. "You obviously don't want anything to do with me."

"And for a good reason too!" You close your eyes, taking a breath before you explode. "I just... we can't stay mad forever. That's silly and petty. Even though what you did was shitty, you're still my master. I'm still expecting to learn from you because I got myself into this mess as well."

Kylo goes back to picking at the hilt of his weapon. "I'm glad to see you're finally coming to your senses."

Your eye twitches. "That's it? No apology from you, Commander? I know you wanted to have this conversation just as much as I did. I could feel the conflict in you. We're connected, if you don't remember."

"How could I forget? You're always there. You're always nagging me in some part of my mind." He scoffs at you. "You're like a splinter I can't seem to get rid of. Ironic, considering I don't mind you hanging around." He lowers the saber and looks back up. "But that's only when you control that naughty mouth of yours."

Your stomach lurches, but you push the feeling down and exchange it for anger. "Are you kidding me? You're an asshole, you know that?"

"Watch your mouth. I'm still your master and your commander." Kylo's eyes flicker over you momentarily. "To answer your question from that night... you're my apprentice. That's all you are to me. That's all you'll ever be."

This struck a nerve with you. His words hurt and you hated the fact that they did. "I see."

"Can we get on with our training now?" He snaps, his fists curling at his sides.

"Fuck you." That was the only response you could give him.

You throw your weapon at his feet and turn on your heel, ignoring his angry shouts after you. The last thing you hear as the doors close, is his lightsaber activating and the hot blade screeching through the walls. You couldn't care less about Kylo Ren's little temper tantrums. You had had enough of them for a lifetime. You stomp down the halls, fully intending on sealing yourself in your quarters and never coming out. No. That would only give Ren satisfaction when you finally did come out. You were going to take a shower, pack your things, and leave. There was nothing your asshole-of-a-master could do about it.

"Princess." A familiar voice makes you stop dead in your tracks. You turn, face to face with a mask-less Kess. "Where have you been? You've got to stop disappearing on me like that." He gives you a grin.

You run a hand through your hair. "I'm sorry. I just... this really isn't a good time. I've been caught up lately."

"Do you want to talk about it? I've got some time now between my shifts." Kess offers you his hand.

"I can't-" you swallow. "-I'm really sorry. Kess, I'll make it up to you, I swear. The commander is on edge and I would hate for anything to happen to you. You know how he is sometimes. Well... all the time, really. I'll talk to you later if I can." You slowly start to back away, feeling guilty when you see his handsome face falling.

"A-Alright." He gives you a fake little smile and turns away from you, tugging his helmet back over his head.

You couldn't think about Kess right now. He was the last thing you needed to have on your mind. If Kylo had made you feel guilty, you couldn't imagine how much it would hurt to do something to Kess. He had shown you so much kindness and compassion. It pained you just seeing the look on his face when you told him no. You brush the thought aside as you enter your quarters, sighing heavily as you gaze around the room. Pack later, shower now.

As you take a deep breath, you step into your bathroom and lean into the shower to turn on the hot water. The steam builds slowly, giving you time to strip off your clothes and discard them on the bathroom floor. You hold your hand underneath the steady stream of water, testing the temperature. When it doesn't scald your skin, you step beneath the silver shower head. The warm water pours down your skin and soaks your hair, providing comfort to your tense and stressed body. As you stand beneath the water, your focus drifts away from Kylo and Kess. It became a small cloud in the back of your mind, shrinking until you didn't notice anymore. What you also didn't notice while you were washing the sweet shampoo out of your hair, was someone entering your quarters.

Well, you didn't notice until the figure was entering the bathroom. You gasp and leap backwards, your back hitting the wall in surprise. You relax a little bit when you see Kylo, but relaxation was quickly replaced by anger.

"What do you want?" You demand.

That was a rather stupid question, considering the fact that he was now shirtless. You couldn't keep your eyes from wandering over his muscular torso. You take in the sight of his deep scar and the circular wound on his shoulder, both from the same lightsaber. Kylo takes a step forward.

"I'm here to finish our conversation."

Your breath hitches when you see him slowly taking off his boots and unzipping his pants. You could only stand there, frozen, as the water runs and Kylo sheds his clothes until there is a pile of black fabric on the floor. He pulls the door to the shower open and steps inside, his eyes never once leaving yours. You inhale sharply as he moves toward you and leans forward, only to grab the bottle of body wash from the shower rack.

"Turn around. Talk to me." It sounded more like an order coming from Kylo.

You were completely frozen. It was as though you were in a trance from watching him pour some of the body wash into his hand. When your mind catches up, it is difficult to form words at first. Kylo takes you by the shoulders and turns you so your back is facing him.

"I think you're a monster."

"Oh yeah?" He starts hungrily towards you. "What else?"

"You're a jerk for what you did to me. I have every right to hate you with every bone in my body. What you did was unforgivable." Your voice comes out in a hushed whisper.

"And yet here we are." Kylo reaches towards you.

You suck in your breath and shudder when his hands touch your wet body. He begins to rub the body wash into your skin with his bare hands, his touches sensual and rather passionate. His hands rub your shoulders and move down to your breasts, giving each one a hard squeeze as he massages in the scented liquid.

"Look at you." He steps closer, leaning his head down so his lips graze your ear. "You're crumbling at my touch. I thought you were angry with me."

"I'm furious," you breathe.

"You're trembling." Kylo pulls your back into his chest.

You could feel every inch of him pressing against you. Every painfully hard inch. He runs his hands beneath the water, letting the left-over scrub wash away down the drain at your feet. He moves his lips from your ear to your neck. He wasn't kissing you, but he was grazing your skin sensually. Heat pools in between your legs and you whimper, causing him to chuckle.

"Do you really think I don't know about you touching yourself at the thought of me?" His words make you weak in the knees. "Well guess what, little pet? I've been touching myself at the thought of you as well."

That was enough to make you nearly collapse. Kylo's arm snakes around your body. You bite your lip as his fingers trail up your thigh, teasing the area around your sex. He growls into your ear, "tell me, pet, do you want me?"

Say no. "More than anything." Damn it.

You moan as Kylo's digits slide over the wet folds of your sex. He teases your entrance until you whine his name. His fingers toy with your needy clit as he rolls the nub in between his fingertips. You tip your head back, resting it against his shoulder as you arch your back.

"Please," you whisper.

Kylo obliges. You moan loudly as he slides two fingers into you, working skillfully. His other hand slides up in front of you and squeezes your right breast. His fingers begin to thrust in and out of you steadily, causing you to arch your back even further and grind your ass against his hard length. Kylo groans as he places his lips on your neck, sucking and nipping on the skin as he finger-fucks you. How he got you this close to your high with just his fingers, you had no idea, but you weren't complaining either. Your moan turns into a squeal as he sucks your skin hard enough to leave a mark. While one hand continues to twist and squeeze your breast, the other moves faster in pace, sliding in and out until he is knuckle deep and you are dripping onto his hand.

You needed him. All of him. He grunts as you push further into him, showing him how much you needed to be filled up by his cock. You lower your hips even further into his hand, determined to go as far as you could. You moan and whimper. Between the steady thrusts of his hand, the kneading of your breast, and the bites on your neck, you were ready to explode.

"Cum for me," he hisses.

Pleasure explodes all around you. You moan loudly, your voice echoing off the shower tiles and foggy glass door. By now you couldn't tell if the doors were fogged up by the hot water or the sweat from the heated beginnings of sex. Your moan turns high pitched, but you are silenced by Kylo stuffing his fingers in your mouth. You didn't even need an order to know what he wanted. You suck obediently on his fingers, swirling your tongue around them and provoking a smirk from him.

You gasp as he pulls his fingers free and turns you around forcefully, your back slamming into the cold shower wall. Kylo's hands slide down the back of your thighs, scooping you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. He manages to let go for just a moment, reaching in between your bodies to grip his length.

"You're going to take every inch of me. Say it." He teases your entrance with the pink head of his cock. "Say you need me."

Your lips crash against his passionately. You take his lower lip in your teeth, pulling on it and releasing it with a soft pop. "I need you."

"You can do better than that." Kylo snarls, his hot breath fanning on your neck.

Your nails dig into his back. "Fuck, I need you! Fuck me, Kylo. I want every inch of you."

His lips twitch and without further warning, his cock slams into you, giving you no time to accommodate his length. You moan as his hips snap against yours and he thrusts in and out of your aching cunt. Your inner walls clench around him, causing him to grunt into your ear. The sound of the running water drowns out the lewd sounds of your wet skin snapping together rhythmically.

"Fuck-" Kylo groans "-I've missed you."

You whine as his fingers dig into the back of your thighs. Your head tips back against the wall as the head of his cock slams into your cervix over and over again. Your overstimulated clit cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Kylo had you seeing stars every time. His breathing becomes erratic and turns into desperate pants as he draws closer and closer to his peak. With every snap of his hips against yours, his thrusts become uneven.

"Do you want me?" He growls into your ear, teeth grazing the lobe.

"N--Yes!" You throw your head back against the shower wall.

He grabs onto your face, ripping it back down, his fingers digging into your jaw. His lips were against yours in a matter of milliseconds. The kiss was sloppy and desperate, but passionate. His tongue forces your lips apart, allowing him to slide it in. Kylo moans into your mouth; he was so close to his peak, but so were you. In fact, you were dangerously close. You pull away, tilting your chin up, only for his lips to attack your neck.

"Kylo-" you moan lewdly, your eyes scrunching shut as your mouth falls into an 'o' shape "-Oh! I'm gonna cum again! I-I can't-"

"Don't you dare." He snarls angrily. "You don't get to cum until I say so."

You couldn't hold it back. Your cunt clenched around his cock as you released onto him all over again. The liquid drips onto his cock and down your thighs onto the shower floor. You gasp as Kylo pulls away and curses angrily, his length still hard and now deprived because of you. A groan leaves your lips as your feet hit the floor, but you are cut off by Kylo's hand wrapping tightly around your throat and slamming you into the wall. Your world spins as the oxygen is cut off from your lungs.

He sneers at you. "What did I tell you? You needy little slut! On your knees for your commander. Now!" You sink to your knees, looking up at him innocently. Kylo sneers. "Open your mouth."

You smirk. "And if I don't?"

"Naughty thing." He spits as the water from the shower head rolls down his tense body. Kylo grips your jaw tightly. "I thought I taught you to obey your commander."

Kylo grabs a fistful of your sopping hair and forces your mouth around his cock. You choke and sputter, but he doesn't acknowledge your struggling. Hot tears spring into your eyes as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat. His fingers dig into your scalp, pushing you further down until your nose was grazing his lower stomach. Wanting to please him, you try to moan but it gets caught in your throat. Kylo tips his head back as you manage to swirl your tongue around his cock and drag it along the underside of his shaft. He grunts as you bob your head steadily and suck him off.

"Just like that," he groans, pulling his lower lip through his teeth as he closes his eyes, head tipped up towards the ceiling. "Fuck, you're good."

You sigh with relief as he pulls his cock from your mouth. Kylo moans loudly as he releases his load all over you. You keep your mouth open for him, letting the hot string of his seed hit your tongue. It covers your face and chest as you stay on your knees on the shower floor. He braces his hand on the wall, looking down at you rather proudly.

"That's my girl." Kylo reaches down and pulls you to your shaking legs. "Swallow."

You close your mouth and do just that, his salty cum dripping down your throat. He pulls you to your feet by your hair and you moan softly.

He pushes you against the wall. "Little slut. You like that, don't you?"

"Yes, Commander." Your eyes roll back as his hand locks around your throat tightly.

Kylo's lips connect with yours as you both stand under the shower head together, the water cleaning off his sticky seed from your skin. He grabs onto your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his hip. Kylo's tongue pushes past your lips, exploring your mouth hungrily. He pulls away and smirks at you, his fingers grazing the red marks on your neck that would eventually bruise.

"Mine," he plants another kiss to your lips. "Nobody else deserves your little cunt except for me, isn't that right?"

"Yes, Commander." You purr.

Kylo hums in response. He gently touches your tender breasts and smirks once more, seeming very proud of his work. "We should have more of these little conversations, Butterfly."

You could only nod. Kylo steps out of the shower, but just before he closes the door, he looks you up and down. His lustful eyes take in every inch of your aching body. And there it was again. That one word that still haunted your mind. He had said it again.

"Perfect."