Affixed |Kylo Ren x Reader|

You were starting to grow concerned.

Ever since your conversation last night, Kylo Ren had been rather quiet. It was not a pleasant talk, nor was it one you desperately wanted to have. You had admitted to restoring Vala's memories and he had accused you of wanting her again. No matter how insistent you were, Kylo didn't believe you. He saw your actions as a personal insult.

The two of you had gone to sleep with your backs facing one another. Part of you understood where he was coming from. Why he would believe such things. The other half of you was upset with him for reacting in such away. Then again, if you had taken the memories of a woman he had fucked and he restored them, you would be upset too.

That morning, he hadn't even bothered to say anything to you. He was dressed and out the door before you could say a word. Perhaps it was better this way. You supposed it was more pleasant this way; letting him blow off steam instead of screaming at one another. This much you did know; Kylo couldn't be angry with you about this forever. As far as you were concerned, the chapter of your life that included Vala as a character was over.

How Kylo felt about that, you weren't sure.

Your morning wasn't a busy one. You'd taken some time in the training room, but it quickly became boring and repetitious. Hoping to find solace within one of your servants or the Knights, you had gone hunting around the massive ship. No such luck. Defeated, you returned to your quarters to mope.

Normally, Kylo wouldn't return until evening. It was rare when he made an appearance before dinner, but appreciated. You had already figured that wouldn't be happening tonight. You could imagine your surprise when, he had made a return just before noon.

"What are you doing here?" You frown, arms crossing as you rise from the couch.

Kylo's hands lift to the sides of his mask. It hits the table with a thunk as he sets it down more carelessly than needed. There was darkness in his eyes; a look you knew well. "I couldn't stop thinking about what you did."

"I already apologized," you reply cautiously, slowly growing unsettled by his calmness.

"And do you think I should accept?" The question suddenly seemed more rhetorical now that he was stalking towards you like a predator.

Your lips part with uncertainty of his intention. There was no place to escape for you. "I know what I did wasn't right. I know it offended you. But I already apologized."

"So why are you telling me?"

"I'm not telling you anything. I'm just... asking for your forgiveness." You practically whisper as he hovers over you.

Kylo hums softly, eerily tilting his gaze to gaze at your trembling form. You could see the cogs in his head spinning. He grabs hold of your chin, the leather of his glove making you shiver as his fingers dig into the bone of your jaw. You hold your breath, nails digging into your palms as he slowly turns your head from side to side, as if observing you like he had never seen you before. You release your breath as he turns your head again, forcing you to make eye contact with him. Very slowly, as though he wasn't moving at all, his finger sweeps across your lower lip.

"Beg for it," he commands, deep voice rumbling through his broad chest.

"What?"

"I said," he snarls, stepping closer to completely eclipse you. "Beg for it."

A burst of arousal floods you.