[The contentment floods the bond, and Kylo Ren feels his shoulders unknot in a series of slow pops -- each feels like heaven, even for the brief bite of pain that they each offer. His sigh is slow, rapturous, like he had forgotten such a feeling was possible, and the moment it disappears, he finds himself depressed for its loss.
That is when his eyes open, and he becomes aware that Rey had fallen asleep in the tub. She would catch a chill before too long, judging by the lack of flowing water. No doubt she would prefer that then to find Kylo Ren leaning over, scrubbing her while she was naked and asleep. But this isn't really about what Rey would or would not prefer.
She is his responsibility now. And that means she needs to be clean, and she cannot be permitted to catch a chill.
Still, he gives her a bit of her own time to wake up before he approaches the door with a dry towel and a fresh wash cloth. He is careful and quiet as he steps in, as if this will somehow be easier if he can manage to keep her asleep.]
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That is when his eyes open, and he becomes aware that Rey had fallen asleep in the tub. She would catch a chill before too long, judging by the lack of flowing water. No doubt she would prefer that then to find Kylo Ren leaning over, scrubbing her while she was naked and asleep. But this isn't really about what Rey would or would not prefer.
She is his responsibility now. And that means she needs to be clean, and she cannot be permitted to catch a chill.
Still, he gives her a bit of her own time to wake up before he approaches the door with a dry towel and a fresh wash cloth. He is careful and quiet as he steps in, as if this will somehow be easier if he can manage to keep her asleep.]