hi lottie. my girlfriend broke up with me yesterday, and i’ve been crying since. do you think you could write me a little classic, soft kylux drabble? i’d appreciate it so much. 💕
It’s so rare that he wakes before Hux that Kylo would say he’s neglected to appreciate Hux’s beauty during sleep.
They lay beside each other, faces together, Hux still wandering in his dreams whilst Kylo blinks awake, unable to tear his gaze away from the general’s face. Hair tousled, lips relaxed from his usual sneer, and frown lines nonexistent on his pale skin, Kylo can’t help but smile warmly, basking in the restful glow of Hux’s mind as he dreams.
Hux, for all his intellect and sharpness and his keen gaze, fails to see his own beauty. Kylo blinks as though taking a snapshot of the view in front of him and commits it to his memory, never wanting to forget the image of the great Starkiller relaxed in peaceful sleep. Those lips, Kylo focuses on, that’ve brought death to millions on a single order now part slightly, letting heavy breath escape, pink and soft, kissable. Looking like no foul word could ever pass such gentle curves.
It’s the illusion of softness with Hux that never fails to draw Kylo in like a lost sailor to a lighthouse.
Kylo comes back to himself quickly when he hears Hux’s husky voice talking to him, gruff from lack of use. His General shifts and gives a quiet moan as he shuffles closer to Kylo, eyes drifting closed again.
“Go back to sleep,” Kylo whispers quietly. He strokes his hand through Hux’s hair and kisses his forehead, listening to the calmness of Hux’s mind for once. “It’s still too early for your shift.”
“I thought I heard you talking,” Hux says, frowning. “I could hear your voice. I swear it.”
Kylo is sure he hadn’t been speaking aloud but decides not to question it any further; Hux is already drifting off.
“Dreaming about me whispering sweet nothings to you, General? I’m flattered.”
“Ha. Don’t be, Ren. I woke up to tell you to shut up and let me sleep,” Hux smiles, and Kylo feels his hand brush against his stomach.
Under the covers, their hands intertwine, fingers locking together slackly as sleep reclaims Hux.
It’s another few hours until they’re due up and awake so, for now, Kylo pulls the blankets back over Hux’s body and tucks him in, making sure he’s wrapped up warm against the coldness of space before leaning to kiss him on the cheek; a light touch of his lips against Hux’s lightly freckled skin and it’s enough to make Kylo feel like it’s the first time he’s kissed Hux, he’s still falling in love with him.
And as he settles back down beside Hux, Kylo wonders if he still is.
The little flutters in his tummy tell him yes.