Cosmic Embrace

VII.

Kylo Ren observed Arabella pacing back and forth, her eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration, while her finger lingered on her lips, nibbling at the skin. Irritation crept into him as he glanced up from his data pad. He had been engrossed in his duties as Supreme Leader aboard the Steadfast. Arabella seemed restless, reluctant to be back on a ship, but they had no choice; Ren himself was uncertain of their next moves.

"You'll make yourself dizzy," he remarked, his eyes returning to the screen before him. Arabella halted her pacing, briefly shooting him a glance that hinted at offense for interrupting her train of thought.

"I can't shake off thoughts of what might happen next, what all of this means," Arabella confessed aloud, voicing her worries.

Kylo sighed, rising from his chair. He approached Arabella, his imposing figure towering over her, yet his touch gentle as he reached out to caress her chin. Her eyes met his, filled with apprehension.

"You can't worry about something that hasn't happened yet," he advised softly.

His thumb traced the curve of her lips, a tender gesture, as his warm honey eyes met hers, shimmering with affection.

"Whatever you say, Supreme Leader," she murmured, feeling a flutter in her stomach as the words escaped her lips.

Ren's desire surged, igniting a fire within him, and his body responded eagerly. His large palms gently settled on her hips, coaxing her legs to encircle his broad waist. Lips met in a fervent kiss, tongues entwining in a sensual dance, savoring each other's taste. Arabella's soft moan filled the air as Ren lifted her onto the table, his hands traversing from her ankles to her thighs with deliberate intent, relishing the sensation of her beneath his touch.

His touch was firm against her skin as he hitched up her dress, revealing her drenched underwear gathered at her hips. Slowly, his hand ascended, urging her legs to part further, as he explored the moist fabric, causing her to arch her back in response. Moving his lips to her neck, Kylo's warm tongue traced its contours, eliciting shivers down Arabella's spine. With deliberate precision, he shifted her underwear aside, his index finger delving into the depths of her, while his thumb expertly circled her clit, locking eyes with her as her body responded to his touch.

As Arabella reached for the hem of his shirt, Kylo paused momentarily before assisting her in removing it, revealing a chest adorned with battle scars, each mark a testament to his strength. Her fingers traced the contours of his abdomen, marveling at the chiseled perfection sculpted by divine hands.

Kneeling before her, Kylo deftly removed her lace underwear, positioning himself to savor her essence. With his trousers now discarded, his arousal stood proudly, eager to join the dance of passion. Arabella gasped as his lips found her heat, his warm tongue exploring her depths, mixing with her essence as his skilled fingers attended to her pleasure.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Arabella's desire reached a crescendo, her name a whispered plea on her lips. Rising to his feet, Kylo's gaze turned primal, hungering for her. "Taste yourself," he commanded, sharing a fervent kiss infused with the essence of her passion.

Lifting her effortlessly, he carried her to the bed, his gaze intense as he revealed her delicate form. His lips trailed a path between her breasts, teasing and tantalizing her, before capturing her nipple in his mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.

As she begged for more, Kylo answered with a primal thrust, plunging into her depths with unbridled desire. Arabella's breath caught in her throat as she surrendered to him completely, feeling every inch of him as he moved within her, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive fervor.

Their union intensified, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, each moment driving them closer to the edge. With a final release, they found ecstasy in each other's arms, their souls intertwined in the throes of passion.

As they lay entwined in the aftermath, Arabella could feel the steady rhythm of Kylo's heartbeat, a comforting presence against her skin. With heavy eyelids, she succumbed to sleep, wrapped in his embrace, knowing she was safe in his arms.

-

"Come to me, child," a voice whispered from the depths to Arabella. With her saber illuminating the dark path, she looked around in confusion. Her eyes rose, revealing a man hooked onto various machines, his face obscured by a cape.

"Yes, finally," the figure whispered.

"Who are you?" Arabella's voice trembled with terror.

"You must come to me. What you seek is hidden" he paused, "In Mustafar."

"What is this place?" she asked, unable to discern anything from the darkness around her.

"This," the figure lifted his arm, gesturing to their surroundings, "is your new kingdom, Princess Palpatine."

Arabella felt two hands shaking her awake, her eyes opening to see a worried Kylo Ren. She exhaled, taking in the dark room. Her gaze met his worried eyes.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Kylo's voice was deep from just being roused from sleep.

"I saw him," she said, her eyes scanning his features. She swallowed before continuing, "I saw Palpatine. He said something about Mustafar..." Her voice trailed off as she watched Kylo's eyebrows furrow in thought. "Do you think he's trying to tell me something?"

"I don't know," he replied truthfully.

Kylo Ren was familiar with Mustafar; it was where his grandfather's castle stood. But what could be hidden there that was so important? He knew they couldn't ignore this dream. Every other dream Arabella or he had had in the past had come true to some extent. If Palpatine was alive, this might be his way of communicating with her.

Arabella had been waking up every night with nightmares – her father's death, Snoke, and now Palpatine. Bags under her eyes betrayed her lack of sleep. Kylo felt guilty, unable to help ease her mind. He had been preoccupied with his new role and had neglected her well-being.

He nibbled on his lip, his gaze betraying a hint of excitement before he broke the silence. "I have something to show you."

Arabella's brow furrowed in confusion as Kylo rose from the bed and strode towards their shared closet, dressing himself. "What is it?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"It's a surprise," he replied with a smirk. "Get dressed."

"At this time?"

Sliding her legs to the edge of the bed, Arabella felt the weight of exhaustion settle upon her for a moment before she stood and joined Kylo, slipping into a sleek black dress with cascading sleeves that brushed against the floor. She fastened a black belt around her waist and draped a dark purple cape over her shoulders.

As Kylo swung open their chamber's doors, revealing a hallway illuminated by dim panels, Arabella watched with interest. "Prepare my ship," he commanded an officer who passed by, the officer's startled response barely registering.

"Where are we going?" Arabella inquired, her curiosity mounting.

Ignoring her question, Kylo strode ahead, his cape trailing behind him. As they made their way through the corridors, officers and commanders bowed their heads in respect. Technicians and engineers inspected Kylo's TIE silencer as they approached the hangar. Arabella placed her hand on Kylo's arm as he guided her up the ramp into the ship.

Seated beside the pilot's seat, Arabella glanced at Kylo as he activated various switches on his control panel. "Are you going to tell—" she began, but Kylo's voice cut her off.

"Naboo," he announced, his gaze fixed on the coordinates. "My mother used to take me there as a child. It was my grandmother's planet."

Arabella's confusion deepened as the ship began to ascend, her stomach churning with the realization that she had never experienced Kylo's piloting skills before. She braced herself as the ship surged forward, propelled by gravity.