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When ‘Kira’ licks a stripe up his neck before settling in to suckle at his pulse point, he hears himself whimper — she rocks herself a little harder in his lap in reward and he tilts his head back, closes his eyes in sensation.
He’s moments from coming though he’s still fully dressed.
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When ‘Kira’ licks a stripe up his neck before settling in to suckle at his pulse point, he hears himself whimper — she rocks herself a little harder in his lap in reward and he tilts his head back, closes his eyes in sensation.
He’s moments from coming though he’s still fully dressed.
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/ alcohol, sex work
“Lady Kira?”
Turning, she finds a man, tall, fit, twenties, all in black with dark hair and eyes to match.
He shifts awkwardly; she smiles.
“You must be Kylo.”
She doesn’t need the Force to tell that the drink he holds isn’t a virgin, but he is.
It’s almost too easy.
/ alcohol, sex work
“Lady Kira?”
Turning, she finds a man, tall, fit, twenties, all in black with dark hair and eyes to match.
He shifts awkwardly; she smiles.
“You must be Kylo.”
She doesn’t need the Force to tell that the drink he holds isn’t a virgin, but he is.
It’s almost too easy.
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“Rank. Bloody. AMATEUR.”
The fire sizzles nearby, almost out after Ben’s R.V.’s open hose had ‘accidentally’ sprayed it.
“Me? That tent probably cost more than my first car.”
“I didn’t bring a full bathroom with me.”
“You won’t be complaining when you’re begging to use my shower.”
“BEG?”
“Rank. Bloody. AMATEUR.”
The fire sizzles nearby, almost out after Ben’s R.V.’s open hose had ‘accidentally’ sprayed it.
“Me? That tent probably cost more than my first car.”
“I didn’t bring a full bathroom with me.”
“You won’t be complaining when you’re begging to use my shower.”
“BEG?”
A heartbeat, faint, weak at first before it steadies.
Sign of Life.
They chase it, desperate and greedy—their patient will live.
As the man breathes, there’s a spark—a surge—the energy in the small ER Trauma Bay changes, intensifies.
Hope.
Nearby, the woman’s heartbeat steadies in turn.
A heartbeat, faint, weak at first before it steadies.
Sign of Life.
They chase it, desperate and greedy—their patient will live.
As the man breathes, there’s a spark—a surge—the energy in the small ER Trauma Bay changes, intensifies.
Hope.
Nearby, the woman’s heartbeat steadies in turn.
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💔Breakup
❤️🩹Reconciliation
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💔Breakup
❤️🩹Reconciliation
🖤Secondary character’s death
Ch9
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Troubled rich boy Ben and genius orphan Rey fall in love to the backdrop of the Challenger Disaster
This chapter is agony
CW // underage angst, the Challenger Disaster, not devoted Reylo
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The force of the collision is such that the car crumples, metal bent, tempered glass shattered.
Sirens are soon heard, off in the distance before they grow louder, creep closer.
Relief—help is coming.
Ears ringing, Ben manages to gets his eyes focused, reaches out in desperation.
“Rey?”
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The force of the collision is such that the car crumples, metal bent, tempered glass shattered.
Sirens are soon heard, off in the distance before they grow louder, creep closer.
Relief—help is coming.
Ears ringing, Ben manages to gets his eyes focused, reaches out in desperation.
“Rey?”
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“…and we finish that last part,” the team lead concludes, “we’re done and dusted.”
There’s silence for just a second, then the team gathers their work and starts to head out, the hum of conversation slowly restarting.
“Exactly how old is Solo?” Rey overhears Rose murmur to Finn—she sighs.
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“…and we finish that last part,” the team lead concludes, “we’re done and dusted.”
There’s silence for just a second, then the team gathers their work and starts to head out, the hum of conversation slowly restarting.
“Exactly how old is Solo?” Rey overhears Rose murmur to Finn—she sighs.
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She runs through supplies all too quickly—paint, canvas and brushes—it’s compulsive by now.
She doesn’t paint; she can’t sleep.
At night, usually around four, she rises, wanders over to the canvas on the stand by the window, gazes out at the stars.
Paints the same face over and over again.
She runs through supplies all too quickly—paint, canvas and brushes—it’s compulsive by now.
She doesn’t paint; she can’t sleep.
At night, usually around four, she rises, wanders over to the canvas on the stand by the window, gazes out at the stars.
Paints the same face over and over again.