Kylo had returned to his sanctum, his personal quarters. A great many thoughts and emotions were swirling around in the Commander's mind. Far more than he could voice in a single conversation. He was excited beyond words to have finally found a way to destroy the Rebellion, excited to see just how strong Zyra were and could be. But all of that excitement were overshadowed by other emotions, new emotions. Desire. Lust. Attraction. New emotions that had surfaced only hours previous, when he felt the warmth of another being finding it's way to his very core. Just being near his new apprentice sent shivers down his spine. It fueled him, fueled his power. He could feel himself more powerful now than yesterday just because of a few short but intense kisses. If a kiss could do that, he wondered what else she could awaken inside of him.
Taking off his armored helmet and placing it on the table before him, Kylo lowered himself into a chair and sighed a relief. He was the Commander of The First Order, but he was also a man. The danger of battle still gripped him and the effects thereof. He had learned to supress them, or use them. But he was not unaffected. It was good to be back on the ship again, good to be back here. Reaching over, he grabbed a crystal glass and a matching pitcher and poured himself a much needed drink. Even here, in his sanctum, his safe-place, she occupied his mind. Her beautiful face and full lips. Her taut yet feminine form, her long legs and raven hair. He had not known Zyra for very long, but could still give a pin-point accurate description of her whenever he wanted to, such was her effect on him. Sipping from his glass, Kylo allowed his mind to wander, picturing his new apprentice before him. The thought alone caused a smile to form on the normally stoic commander's lips and blood to flow through him faster.
Zyra was untrained in the Force, her potential immense still. So when she opened her mind and called out for him it echoed in his mind like a loudspeaker. "Where are you..?" the words echoed. He was contemplating whehter to answer or not. He wanted to, to shout at her, to order her to play out his thoughts before him. But another thought replaced the one that had kept him company for so long. "I'll come to you," the voice continued. 'Not if I find you first' the Commander thought to himself as he stood back up.
Using her beautiful voice as guidance, Kylo moved through the ship at a quickened pace. All who got in his way knew Kylo well enough to quickly step out of it. So despite the distance between the two, he closed it quickly. Desire and lust were the fuel that drove him towards his goal.
Eventually, the robed figure found himself standing just beyond the room where his apprentice were showering. It was currently unused aside from the lone figure within. Slowly, and as silent as a shadow, Kylo walked through the doorway and down the hall of lockers. The sound of water splashing filled the room and helped mask his booted footsteps as he move closer. Opening his mind to her once more, Kylo called out in an unspoken voice to the woman showering right infront of him. I'm here. was the only words spoken before the fully armored and robe figure took a single step forward, entering the small stall that Zyra had found for herself.
Driven by a single desire, he allowed his gloved hand to wrap around the pristine, creamy skin of Zyra's neck in a tight grip as he pressed himself into her form. He didn't care that his robes and armor were getting wet, to be honest, at this moment he didn't care about anything or anyone that wasn't Zyra.
This very moment had been on repeat in his mind ever since their first 'moment'. Countless outcomes had showed itself to his minds eye. But none of those could match the sensation of reality. The way she smelled. The way her hair trailed down her beautiful face, wet as it was. The way she filled the room with her presence and the way she smiled. A million feelings, thoughts and emotions ran through Kylo's mind in the millisecond that went by between his gloved hand finding itself wrapped around her neck tightly to his lips pressing against her own, eager to pick up where they last left off.
Using his superior strength and larger form, Kylo pressed her back against the tiled walls of the small stall and pressed himself into her hungrily. I've thought of you all day. The man projected his voice directly into her mind. Not wanting to break from the hungry kiss just to speak.
Taking off his armored helmet and placing it on the table before him, Kylo lowered himself into a chair and sighed a relief. He was the Commander of The First Order, but he was also a man. The danger of battle still gripped him and the effects thereof. He had learned to supress them, or use them. But he was not unaffected. It was good to be back on the ship again, good to be back here. Reaching over, he grabbed a crystal glass and a matching pitcher and poured himself a much needed drink. Even here, in his sanctum, his safe-place, she occupied his mind. Her beautiful face and full lips. Her taut yet feminine form, her long legs and raven hair. He had not known Zyra for very long, but could still give a pin-point accurate description of her whenever he wanted to, such was her effect on him. Sipping from his glass, Kylo allowed his mind to wander, picturing his new apprentice before him. The thought alone caused a smile to form on the normally stoic commander's lips and blood to flow through him faster.
Zyra was untrained in the Force, her potential immense still. So when she opened her mind and called out for him it echoed in his mind like a loudspeaker. "Where are you..?" the words echoed. He was contemplating whehter to answer or not. He wanted to, to shout at her, to order her to play out his thoughts before him. But another thought replaced the one that had kept him company for so long. "I'll come to you," the voice continued. 'Not if I find you first' the Commander thought to himself as he stood back up.
Using her beautiful voice as guidance, Kylo moved through the ship at a quickened pace. All who got in his way knew Kylo well enough to quickly step out of it. So despite the distance between the two, he closed it quickly. Desire and lust were the fuel that drove him towards his goal.
Eventually, the robed figure found himself standing just beyond the room where his apprentice were showering. It was currently unused aside from the lone figure within. Slowly, and as silent as a shadow, Kylo walked through the doorway and down the hall of lockers. The sound of water splashing filled the room and helped mask his booted footsteps as he move closer. Opening his mind to her once more, Kylo called out in an unspoken voice to the woman showering right infront of him. I'm here. was the only words spoken before the fully armored and robe figure took a single step forward, entering the small stall that Zyra had found for herself.
Driven by a single desire, he allowed his gloved hand to wrap around the pristine, creamy skin of Zyra's neck in a tight grip as he pressed himself into her form. He didn't care that his robes and armor were getting wet, to be honest, at this moment he didn't care about anything or anyone that wasn't Zyra.
This very moment had been on repeat in his mind ever since their first 'moment'. Countless outcomes had showed itself to his minds eye. But none of those could match the sensation of reality. The way she smelled. The way her hair trailed down her beautiful face, wet as it was. The way she filled the room with her presence and the way she smiled. A million feelings, thoughts and emotions ran through Kylo's mind in the millisecond that went by between his gloved hand finding itself wrapped around her neck tightly to his lips pressing against her own, eager to pick up where they last left off.
Using his superior strength and larger form, Kylo pressed her back against the tiled walls of the small stall and pressed himself into her hungrily. I've thought of you all day. The man projected his voice directly into her mind. Not wanting to break from the hungry kiss just to speak.
