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She had just enough time to process this thought before he dropped his protective stance entirely and slurred, “I haugh a pro'lem.” Pulling a disgusted face and all but spitting his mouth-guard out, he over-enunciated “that was supposed to be I have a problem.”

Phasma let her arms go down to her sides and mirrored him, adopting a less combat-ready posture. “Oh?” she said. As he didn't explain, she ran her eyes up and down his body, taking in the bulge in his pants and the slightly pained look on his face and put two and two together.

She crossed the distance between them in two strides and put a hand up to Kylo's face, and that was all the encouragement he needed to grab the back of her head and crush his mouth against hers, kissing desperately, hungrily. The side of her nose brushed against the dark scab that had formed over his lightsaber burn, but neither of them paid it any mind. Kylo's other arm snaked behind her back and pulled her as close as possible. Phasma clamped her arms around his back just as hard, relishing the feel of his body, his wet-hot skin under coarse armor-weave and his accelerated heartbeat.

“My quarters,” she suggested, when he broke off the kiss, and was picking her bodily up to press her against the nearest wall.

Kylo's reply was unintelligible, but he released her long enough for them to stumble out of the gym and make it back to her room without breaking anything or trying to have sex on an inconvenient surface. The few 'troopers they met along the way gave them wide berth.

Fortunately for the continued existence of their under-layers, the latter didn't pose many obstacles to their own removal. A sinuous squirm or two got Phasma out of the last of her clothes, and Kylo's fell around him once they managed to undo the tunic-clasps on his side.

He lifted her against the wall with a combination of strength and telekinesis, and without really having to think about it, Phasma hooked her legs around his sides lower than she normally would to avoid touching the (protected, recovering) wound in his side. Kylo was mostly holding her up with the force, in an invisible grip that felt a lot bigger than both of them. It was slightly unnerving - she could sense that the power pressed against her could turn her body to meat-paste against the hard surface without any particular trouble. And she hadn't felt overshadowed by anyone else's strength in a very long time. But she trusted Kylo and his command over this preternatural power that lived inside him. So the thin, animal edge of fear that accompanied the feeling of being in the hold of something innately dangerous only sharpened her desire.

Phasma put her hand between them, reaching for his length, and moaned as he pushed into her, apparently so ready that she hadn't had to stroke him to full hardness. Her body tended to adjust to the possibility that penetrative sex was happening just from overly-familiar touches. And this time she'd wanted him right from the way sweat was dripping off his curls, turning them stringy and jet black against the shine of the white, overhead gym lights. She'd pushed the thought to the back of her mind when she realized it had only been two weeks since he'd emerged from the med bay, but needed no persuading when Kylo showed interest. They hadn't bothered with the lights when they burst into her room, but her sharp eyesight still (barely) made out his shape against her in the darkness. Sinuously, rhythmically, she bucked her hips against his thrusts, savoring the feel of him and the way he opened her with his shaft. Phasma knew herself to be tall, strong, and powerful, and Kylo had grown into a body that was very much like hers. And yet, when they lined up just right, he felt like completion.

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FILL: Kylo/Phasma, working out (Part 3/5)