The airy, open space, with its floor-to-ceiling bank of windows, was bathed in sultry summer light. Feeling a little trembly herself, her hand was sh...king a little as she lit a stick of lavender incense, Holly began by talking a little about what they would be doing that day. “I want you all to use something different than last time,” she instructed. “If you used charcoal last time, use crayon. If you used a pencil, try a thin calligraphy brush. If you used ink, try pastels. Let’s keep. Kylo almost feels… nostalgia. But no. He doesn't miss it. In fact, it enrages him. He pulls out his light saber. It fires up with an unsteady crackling, a chaotic sound. He slashes at the control panel, the windows, the seats. He tears the place up.Finally, he stops. His heavy breathing the only sound in the cockpit. He moves back into the crew quarters, where Rey is still on her knees. She looks terrified. Her eyes dart quickly between him and the floor. Not wanting to look at him, scared,. No longer was this Chen’s house, and he was just a visitor – this was their house – their home.Once inside the house, Chen turned on the few lights needed to get them to the bedroom without tripping over something. The soft warm side lights of the bedroom came on as Mike came into the room – Chen opened his arms, smiled, and Mike walked right into them – they hugged, then kissed – not a pre-sexual kiss – a deep, loving kiss. Mike rested his chin on Chen’s shoulders, and said ‘I don’t want. It's been a while since I had the bug to write, been extremely busy andI don't get paid to do this but since quite a few people liked it and itapparently had more than 10,000 views I thought "why not", and I've gotsome spare time today so I thought I'd write a part 2. If you enjoy itlet me know, if you don't, then at least it's free, I am adult enough totake honest criticism too.This is the second part of another original story called Not EnoughSkill so you're probably better off starting.