I mean, I how can I pass up the opportunity to request, āI need to get you warm. listen, youāre gonna want to go to sleep, but i canāt let you do that, okay? just stay with me, stay with meā!" :) :)
āI have never felt like this.ā
Rey sighs, her lips blue, and she doesnāt know if she means this cold or this in pain. Itās an odd thing to not know about yourself.Ā
āJust stay awake.ā
Sheās slung over his back as the wind whips her wet hair around their faces. Sleep sounds excellent right now, but he keeps pinching her legs until she jerks awake.Ā
āListen to my voice. Donāt go to sleep, I know itās tempting, Scavenger, but I will kill you before the cold does if you go to sleep.ā
The wind is suddenly gone. A door closed behind them. She feels his shoulders sink with a sigh of relief.
He keeps carrying her through a space that feels too silent, too still, compared to the blizzard they just escaped. Sheās half-asleep when he sets her down.Ā
Kylo Ren looms over her, swallowing as his eyes skate over her chattering teeth, white fingers, wet clothes. He grunts to himself, shaking his head, and grabs the fabric at her throat.Ā
āThis isnāt what it looks like.ā
He tears her shirt open in a clean motion. She yelps, but itās not like she can be colder with it gone. Itās soaked with ice water, all of her wet, from stumbling into the frozen lake when the ice underneath her gave way.
Sheās too numb to care when he slides her under a set of sheets. How long had he been carrying her? Where were they?
Heāsā¦getting naked, as well, staring at her face, shrugging of his clothes like theyāre on fire. He jumps under the covers with her, banding her tight in a vice grip, but it doesnāt make sense because the panic she has over the assault never finds the dreaded encounter of him inside her.Ā
Heās just holding her.
āRey,ā her eyelids are fluttering closed as he pleads with her.Ā āRey. Stay awake. Talk to me.ā
āI donāt like talking to you. You were just trying to kill me.ā
āWell now Iām trying to keep you alive,ā he growls, tightening his arms. Sheās starting to feel, a little bit, warmed by his presence.Ā āTell me about your speeder on Jakku. How did you ever get that thing to start?ā
āEvery morning, three smacks with a wrench. Left, right, slightly to the lower left at the hood, right above the controls. I would have to straddle the hood and lean over from the seat.ā
Her teeth are chattering.
He grabs at his cowl and covers her wet hair with it, rubbing roughly.Ā
āMhmm. Talk to me about the weather on Jakku.ā
āColder than you would expect,ā and she shivers out a laugh. Giving in, she groans, pressing herself up against him without resisting. He is warm. He jumps when her skin touches his, but presses back insistently. She feels him shiver as the blankets underneath them start to lock in his body heat. Itās slow going, heās given a lot to her.Ā
āDonāt sleep,ā he commands, and itās there; the press from his mind she has avoided for a long time. She grits her jaw and lets it fill her like a spout of hot water into a bath. So much warmer, he is giving her his warmth, his consciousnessā¦
āYou could toss me out of bed onto the floor right now and have this war be over, you know that.ā
She cranes her head back to look at him.
Heās meticulously picking ice out of a loose strand of her brown hair.Ā
He shakes his head, running his hand up and down her spine, the other trying to tuck her fingers under his arm to burrow them somewhere warm. Anything that feels warm on him, she touches, not minding for the sake of her modesty when sheās been given an ice-bath on this kriffing planet.Ā
āWho would I be, without my enemy? What would I possibly do with myself?ā
Itās almost said like a lullaby.Ā
She merely gives a brief purr in response, enjoying the encroaching warmth.
āDonāt go to sleep.ā
āIām not,ā she mutters, white fingers gripping his shoulders. She presses her face into his neck. The absurdity of the statement, declared confidently and half-frozen, doesnāt escape her. āit just feels good.ā























