sw – dispatches from the dumpster

hux-you-up:

kyluxcollective:

hux-you-up:

Kylo and Hux’s first kiss: what was it like? Tell me.

Their first kiss has been a long time coming.

Brief moments where it seemed inevitable – arguments that escalated between them, those awkward times where they found something in common, when they shared a victory, when they lamented a defeat – but, somehow, it never happened.

Then Starkiller Base is destroyed, and Hux rescues Ren, and suddenly there’s no denying that smoldering something that exists between them – so Hux leans down, tracing Kylo’s scar, not even intending to do that much. And Kylo reaches up, holding his hand briefly, and then they BOTH lean forward and close the distance.

And, strangely enough, the first kiss is awkward as heck. Just a brief press of lips. Until, OMG, they realize what happened and act on it again. And again. And their first kiss turns into their first make-out session.

They end up in a tangle on the trembling ground, all soft lips and searching tongues, every touch a question answered.

And yet despite the raw aching *newness* of it all, there exists a certain familiarity between them: they have already kissed each other in dreams, in the ragged ends of sleep-visions long forgotten.

A planet dies; two men bleed.

One sheds the blood of his body; the other, the ichor of his pride. Neither is intact, and perhaps neither will be so ever again.

But at that moment in time – that perfect moment when each one realizes that he loves the other like a fire, a maelstrom, like a helpless rage – their brokenness will cease to matter, and there will be only wholeness as they lace themselves together in the new-fallen snow.