#wavesfic

“Please don’t stop me, my lord.” You reach one hand under Martin’s rugged grey robe to touch his crotch, and another hand to push his reluctant legs on the ground, “Otherwise Jauffre has to do it himse—”

“BY THE NINE!” Martin yells loudly and leans his back on the pillar that near the fireplace, while his big hands mess up all the tied letters on the floor. Shit! You reach one hand to cover his mouth hurriedly and look around to check if anyone notices his scream, although Jauffre has already slept after that few drinks with you, you still fear that the Blades would come and stop your inappropriate teasing game…..

When you feel the hot breathing blowing on your fingers, you realize that you are still covering Martin’s mouth, so you turn around and look at him immediately, but the older man doesn't even try to get rid of you. Instead of it, his suspicious blue eyes just stare into yours with his thick eyebrows frowning. “Are you drunk, my friend?”

“Of course not! Well, since you don't cooperate with producing heirs,” You let go of his mouth and get down between his thighs instantly. But strangely, your serious emperor doesn’t stop you. “Jauffre afraid that you have some problems down there, Marty.” You try to hide your giggles before uncovering the long hem of his robe and pull down his pant inside, while he is trying to figure out what happens. “Why? Because I disagree to……mating with the ladies he found?” Before he could push you away, you are already caressing his bulging crotch with both of your hands. Your nose gently rubbing against the outline of his half-hard cock outside the thin layer of his underwear, sniffing the mixed scent of his precum and candles. The area that wraps his head has a small wet spot on it, which makes you surprised how fast he gets aroused.

“But you are interested in finding one through the letters from the royal ladies right?” When you peek at the countless unread letters that fall around Martin’s hands, a bitterness flows in your heart. If only you could throw all of them into the fireplace and burn the hell out of it……

One day a woman from the letters will become his queen.

“That’s……not the truth, I……um.” It seems like he wants to continue speaking, but his breathy voice is interrupted by his unstoppable moans. You look up at him and find his face is blushing and his broad chest is breathing heavily under the robe. But for now, Martin is mine. While he is struggling to talk, you pull down his underwear without warning. His thick cock pops out immediately and hits your lips. “Girl……” He takes a deep breath before caressing your cheeks and checks your facial expression, since it’s the first time he shows himself that much to you, physically.

You grab the root of it and starting observing— it’s big and long, the beautiful honey colour is as same as his strong body, and you can’t wait to taste his drooling bloody red tip. After you give it a few stroke and feel the veins getting thicker on your palm, you sip the dropping precum for his tip and suckle it in your mouth. Martin groans in low voice when your tongue starts to circle and massage his dick from the tiny pee hole to the frenulum below…….you can taste the mild saltiness of his skin and precum, with a delightful scent of soap comes to your nose. Then you lick both of his balls with your sticky saliva and precum mixture, Martin starts caressing your hair while you are sucking one of his balls, and one hand softly squeezing the other.  A long white mucus sticks to the tip of your tongue with his balls when you let go of them. Ignoring the numbness of your mouth, you lick his cock from the root to the head while you are glancing at Martin’s misty eyes—he is biting his bottom lips and raising his head in pleasures, you somehow feel satisfied to make the serious man looks so horny.

“In fact, ” He gasps and flips his brown hair backward, “I’d love to……if it’s with you.” His voice is small and unsure, probably worried about how you would feel about this……but you just look down and suck his cock in a steady pace again when you see his blushing face. The way Martin moans and the ongoing sounds of crashing liquid makes your folds moist, but you can’t stop thinking about what he said.

Does he mean he likes me......not only as a friend?

You don’t dare to calculate the possibility that he may have feelings for you just as you have to him, so you just speed up your pace and try your best to suck his cock deep in your throat. “Girl I can’t……” Martin crosses your fingers with his, the faster you suck, the harder he grabs your hand, and you can feel his dick becomes bigger and starts twitching in your mouth……“For the love of Akatosh!” A big load of warm cum is sprayed in your mouth, which full you with the thick and salty taste. “I apologize for this……here, spit i—” Before his husky voice can finish the question and grabs the iron cup beside him, you have already swallowed the sticky juice, which makes the shocking older man speechless. Although you can’t be the one that stays with Martin, you are still glad that you can make your beloved emperor relaxed.

“Thank Akatosh. I bet the royal ladies would have a nice time with you in bed.”

As you want to leave and let Martin alone, he suddenly speaks in a depressed voice, which sounds exactly like the day you met him in the church. “I should have stopped my feelings for you when it started,” he giggles and tries to gather himself after his orgasm, “Then maybe, I can easily marry a random woman and consolidate the Septim blood right now.” He sighs and tidies up the letters that fall around him, “Look at you, always act hot and cold.”

You can’t believe your ears. Am I really drunk or not? So you wrap your arms around his neck before you give him a passionate kiss. At first Martin is shocked, his blue eyes widen when your tongue goes inside his mouth, but he cooperates with you very fast and hugs you in his arm tightly. When you are almost run out of air, you push him away and take a deep breath. Your lord frowns again because of his insecurity, maybe he is worried that you are fooling with him again. So you lean on his broad shoulder and kiss his sweaty neck. 

“Why do you read their letters all the time?” 

He smiles and throws all the tied letters in the vigorous fire without hesitation.

“It’s courtesy. But we have better things to do than replying these ladies, right?”

“Like what, my emperor?”

Orson is coming, cream is sprinkling to your face, and your smart phone is ringing…...AGAIN.

“If you don’t come to my atom class in 5 minu--”

“Guess I’ll die, Professor Cond.”

“Listen ! You would leave the Futures Program College and lose the internsh--”

“I will get it anyway. Bye.”

You hang up the phone as your whipping cream is finally done. You pour in a small cup of espresso, and mix them carefully. Now the cake still needs 10 minutes to bake…… and you haven’t seen Krennic’s black cabriolet yet…… which means you still have time.

I must not screwed up this birthday surprise.

Ding Dong. Ding Dong. Ding Dong--

“Hey don’t you say you won’t come back tonight?” You unlock the door and rush to change your clothes.  “Dear roommate this is not your room tonig--”

Two huge hands suddenly grab your waist from behind, and roughly pull your hips close to him. These hands in leather gloves are cold on your skin.

“What happens to young women nowadays?” A rough voice whispering near your left ear, hot breath tickling your sensitive lobe while his thick fingers slide between your skin and the bra strap. “Wearing only underwear and open the door without checking who is it ?” You sniff at the familiar musk perfume and delicate cigarette…...

“Orson !” you turn around inside his arms, and look up to his face. Krennic is wearing a rectangle glasses today, but those solid blue eyes can still see through you like you have done something bad. “You are so early…...and you even change your uniforms !” He takes off his glasses and puts it inside his navy blue overcoat, stops you before you want to say anything else. “First thing first,” he pushes you down on the sofa, then takes out his smart phone from his black trousers’ pocket. You look at the screen as he shows it to you:

          [Student ID: 30407102] Failure on Atomic Theory Studies

“He just sent this to my department, gave you zero mark on all of your projects and presentations.” he frowns, “I can turn down his report easily and count you in the summer internship. But your academic results will be branded in your file forever.”

“I did not miss his classes just to sleep or fool around…...” Krennic raises an eyebrow, seems surprised to see your guilty face. Your cheek feels a bit hot. Although Krennic never says it, you know he always want his woman to be as excellent as he was, and you feel very insecure whenever he is talking about your grades. “I was learning to make a cake. Someone’s birthday is near, but he forgets it. ” He looks shocked, then pulls you closer to him.

“I see. Would I have a chance to taste it?” His sharp blue gaze keeps scanning your blushing face and discovers something interesting on your neck…… you have no idea what he is doing under your chin, but he is smelling or observing something. The tip of his tongue suddenly licks your neck. The wet and smooth texture makes your body shakes a little.

“Mm…...delicious. Coffee I guess.” there is little brown cream on the corner of his thin lips…... the smirking man is checking your body out with lust in his blue eyes. He is leaning close again and licks away the rest of the cream on your neck. His moist tongue and kisses are sliding all the way down to your chest. As his huge hands started to caress your arms and waist, the musk perfume from his body suddenly mixed with a strange scorched smell……

“Dammit !”

“Well, you can find a better replacement of the sponge cake.” he frowned at the horrible black material in the oven, and grabbed the bowl of cream before leading you to your bedroom.

And now his aggressive hot tongue is tangling with yours, his bare hand full of cream is kneading your breasts. “For example,” his thick fingers grab and cup your breast, pulling it up to the tip slowly. “Serve your cake like this.” You can’t help but cry out when all his fingers are pulling your nipple up, the sinking weight of your breast makes him pinches your nipple even tighter.

“Look at them.” his voice is rough, vibrating with a raising lust, “Standing hard like juicy strawberries.” The older man licks the cream near his mouth like a voracious boy. Then he takes off his navy blue suit, unbuttons the collar of his white shirt to his chest that covered with scars, and pulls off your underwear impatiently.

You moan as your sultry vagina finally gets off the fabric and meets a rapid cold wind. His left hand is caressing the soft root of your thigh, while he is staring at the sticky liquid flowing from your gap. He breaths heavily, and started to suck and kiss the root of your thigh while his other hand is wiping cream on your folds…...up and down until every hidden corners are covered with cream, teasing and pitching your clit gently until you moan like a kitten in heat.

“I can’t…..director…...” You thrust your hips forward to ease the itch. Since Krennic is not a chatty one, his blue eyes tell more that it should be. And now, you can see how thirsty he is when he licks his lips and locks his eyes on yours. He knees, index and middle fingers diverge your folds, and his tongue is flicking deep in your folds while he is still gazing at your facial expression. You run your fingers through his neat grey hair, messing them up as the pleasures keep attacking your body. Apparently, he enjoys watching you being horny because of him.

The icy cream is melting on your folds. You moan and spend a second to wonder what the mixture may taste like…...as Krennic licks away the cream above his lips with his wet tongue covered by your juice…...You want more, MORE than just licking on the outside.

“Orson...please.” your trembling beg is no doubt the older man’s favourite. “That’s my good kitten.” His two thick fingers enter you, expanding your tight entrance slowly and make that horny sound from your juice by thrusting his fingers hard and quick. He knows you feel ashamed of it, of how you get wet easily. You cry out as his fingers get faster and faster…...but the pleasure suddenly stops when your smart phone rings.

Krennic pulls out his sticky fingers and puts them in your mouth, “Get a taste of yourself.” so you lick your juice away from his fingers before he pulls them out and grabs the phone. The mixture is sweet and salty.

“Oh. Great.” there is a smirk on his face when he looks at the screen, “Answer it my girl.” then he puts the phone on your heavily breathing chest. The cold metal sticks to your skin make your desire cool down a bit. “No can we continue?” you are reluctant since your wet cunt hasn’t get enough, and you kinda know who would that be. But when Krennic gives you the “DO IT” gaze, you know you can’t refuse.

“Hello?”  the other side of the phone comes a rampant voice…… it is Professor Cond again. But instead of feeling annoyed by him, what Krennic is doing grabs your attention more.

He is unzipping his bulged crotch. When his grey underwear finally shows up, you can see the shape of his big cock, sticking close to the tight fabric. And there is a darker wet spot near the tip of his cock.

“Hey you still there? I am giving you this final chance…...”

Krennic pulls down his grey underwear, and his hard cock pops up from the tight restriction immediately. You shake your head and hand nervously, trying to say “NO” while he is licking his lips and already aiming at your entrance.

“If you come now and write an apologize letter to me…...”

Jesus! You cover your mouth with another hand immediately, stopping yourself from crying out on the phone when he comes in. His first thrust is quite hard, goes deep inside your wet hole straightly.The pleasures come with a little bit pain.

“Otherwise I’ll report your irresponsible behaviours and unacceptable academic results to the Advanced Weapons Department…...”

He grabs your free hand and holds it above your head. Then he started to thrust inside you faster. You know he is trying to make you moan in front of the gross old professor. So you bite your lips, trying your best to stop making any sound.

“Hey are you still here?”

Krennic breathes heavily, he close his eyes for a second and biting his lips while the thrust is becoming faster. You at the same time, are struggling to be silent when the continuous pleasures twitching your muscles.

“Ye……yes.” you voice is husky. The guilty pleasure makes your heart beats even faster. You are scared, but kinda enjoys it.

“What are you doing? Taking drugs?”

“Exercise.”

Your boyfriend smiles, dazed blue eyes staring at you…probably think you are being too honest. After a hard thrust, he lean down his head to your neck and beginning to suck your frail skin on various spots. Enjoying the tiny pain and overwhelming pleasures, you rub your face against his messy hair, the faint mixed smell of sweat and his musk perfume, sinks your mind into the sea of lust.

“Whatever. Do it, and you may still have the internship……”

Krennic lets your hand go, then grabs your waist tightly with both of his big hand, pushing you down and thrusts harder than before.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Faster…...fuck me please!” you are cuming. Your mind is blank, the pleasure clashes your whole body. You drop your smart phone to bed unconsciously. “Orson !” Your shrinking muscles become extremely tight for him.

He cums inside you, then rests on your shoulder peacefully, with a deep breath and giggles. “You better hope the phone won’t receive any voices, my little sluty cake.” you smile and kiss his forehead. “It’s too far awa--”

BLEEPPP--

“He hangs up the call…… but shouldn’t it be muted?” you grab the phone and look…...the “speaker” mode is turned on.

“OH NO…...FUCK…...FUCKING TOUCH SCREEN !”

Krennic doesn’t seem to care. He caresses your messy hair while you are still freaking out.

“I appreciate your birthday gift very much, my love.”

You and Krennic are about to get on the black cabriolet, when a hoarse voice is shouting at your way.

“Sweetheart, leaving your hostel in this beautiful morning? I thought you would need more sleep after your promiscuous party yesterday.”

“Oh, and calling your dad to drive you home? Don’t be frustrated, you can still improve your GPA. Mister, please don’t blame your daughter too much. ”  

Krennic closes the door slowly, his back is still towards the noisy professor. “You’ve overestimated your influence in the Imperial military, Professor Cond.” he is adjusting his leather watch and blue sleeve, then slightly turns his head back to gaze at the him. You can see his blue eyes are cold and fierce, shoot at the poor man like a dreadful arrow. “I am the one who decide whether my department would take her or not, not you.”

“My department?” Professor Cond swallows nervously, he is frightened by the bossy man who seems to appear in the college’s commencement ceremony…...or the Imperial TV News…… “Who are you?”

Krennic gets in the car and holds your hand tightly, fingers laced.

You just can’t wait to sleep on Martin’s king size bed— without being noticed.

Martin is reading in the main hall, blades are resting in their rooms, there is nobody in the west wing except you. So you sneak into the emperor’s chamber and close the door as quiet as you can, just like every time before— you never fail.

The room is warm and brighten by the candles on the desk, with a strong but relaxing scent coming from the burning candles. You can’t help but think that someone has already prepared the room for you.

Under the unique smell, your heavy metal bow and arrows slip off your sore shoulder immediately. You drag your stiff feet to the bed and let yourself fall on the fluffy sheet, just like a puppet without its strings. When your body starts sinking into the softness of the emperor’s personal bed, the unique mixed smell of candles and Martin’s bed take over your mind.

Yes…… that’s the smell.

You love the smell of the humble emperor— or when he was still Brother Martin, he has such impressive smell coming from his hair, neck or chest……you don’t really know, but it is the only thing that makes you relaxed after an exhausting adventure day. You feel stupid and guilty, if only he knows your true feelings for him……maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to comfort yourself with his bed only.

“Can’t be too lazy, huh? I’m a blade after all.”

There are footsteps rushing to the chamber, and suddenly stop in front of the door. It must be Baurus, starts to guard outside the room. He shouldn’t be so early today …… you are trapped now, there is no way that you can sneak out without being caught by him. You sure know the consequences of it. And now you can only hope that Martin is not sleepy tonight— like he always does, so that you can leave during the shif……

“Good evening, your Majesty.”

“Martin, Baurus. Martin.” he sighs, then here comes the sound of the slowly opening door……

BY THE NINE WHAT SHOULD  I DO? Your brain shuts down in the moment and your eyes closed before he comes in…..

“Martin it would be better if you can sleep in your chamber not the hal—”

BOMP—

The door is collided hard to the wall rapidly, which makes a loud sound and the bed you are sleeping on shake a bit. “So close.” he whispers with a harsh voice. Is Martin trying to hide you before Baurus could peek into the chamber? You close your eyes even tighter.

Then there is an uncomfortable silence. You guess Martin is still standing right in front of the door, right in front of his bed. You have no idea what he is thinking, but soon he picks up something heavy from the ground, and puts them on the desk carefully. The room becomes dim after a sound of blowing. He probably blows out some candles . And with a few footsteps, he goes near the bed, and covers you up with another silk sheet.

His actions are quiet, and very much practiced, not surprised at all. A disturbing thought crosses your mind— if you are truly sleeping like what you have done before, you wouldn’t be aware of his appearances! What if he knows it from the beginning……

Martin’s thick fingers suddenly slide through your hair. He pushes away the hair that falls on your nose bridge gently, and bend them to the back of your ear. The texture of his rough fingertips caress the scars on your face, and you can sniff your favourite smell from his sleeve. You can he can obverse your face clearly now. He uses his big hand to cup your face, the hot palm of his seems to pull you closer as he is probably squatting down. A hot breath on your forehead is getting closer and closer, the softness of his lips stick to your forehead slightly. But when your heart beats faster for the intimacy you’ve been craving, he pulls himself off. There is a heat on your cheeks, but you have no idea whether you are blushing or not, and you don’t have the courage to even think about this, whether it’s for excitement or embarrassment.

Who in the oblivion blush when—

You feel like a fool, or more accurately feel like he is playing with your feelings. If he knows that you are pretending, why doesn’t he wake you up? If he knows that you are always sleeping on his bed, why doesn’t he question you about this?

“Well,” you open your eyes rapidly and meet his icy blue eyes, “Who in the oblivion blush when they are sleeping…… ” you think you would shout it out, but your voice lower gradually as you find out that you are not the only one who is blushing in this room.

“I……apologize for this.” Martin turns away and presses his own lips with the back of his hand. Although the room is dim, you can still see the redness on his honey coloured skin. “Please forgive my rude behaviours.” he stands up and walks to the window. While he is staring into the darkness and the flying snow, his fists are propping tightly on the table. He sighs like he is regretting everything he did.

You are confused again— shouldn’t you be the one who apologize?

“It’s me who owe you apologizes, Marty.” you get up and sit on the edge of the bed, “I’ve been sleeping on your bed for, ughh, quite a while.” He turns around and looks at you with his eyes of blue, “I know.” He avoids your glance and stares at the ground, “Even Akatosh himself can’t bear to wake you up, friend.”

“So,” you walk toward the older man and stand very close to him that you can lean your head on his broad chest. The decent smell from him dazes you like a magic poison. “You’ve been watching me sleep all the time?” Martin has always been a serious man, and you have always been a little shy to show your interest to him, but tonight, there is something in the air, something in your lord’s eyes that encourages you to find the answers. “And prepare your room for me?”

He leans back, fingers prop on the desk as you are getting closer. “By the nine……NO.” his voice is shaky, which reminds you the moment when he saw the Mysterium Xarxes in your hands. You raise an eyebrow, then rub the tip of your nose on the rough fabric of his robe. “Well……sometimes.” he starts to breathe heavily, chest goes up and down when he confesses to you. You know this man would never do any inappropriate things to you. So the question is, why doesn’t he wake you up?

“If only you know how lovely you are when you are sleeping.” he looks straight into your eyes for a second, then looks away quickly. “Plus, it’s a luxury to see you in the day time.” you somehow know what Martin would say, due to his unnatural reactions. But it’s another thing to actually hear him whispers it to you…… you feel nervous and step backward. “ You must be awake after I close the door, right?” he changes to a comfortable pose, “I wanted to…… tell you something while you were faking your sleep.” He takes a deep breath and stares into your eyes again. “Something that I struggle to tell when you are awake.”

He blushes again after he finishes what he has to confess, and that’s your turn to respond. You stand on your toes, trying your best to reach his head, then press your lips to his. He is shocked at first, and makes some strange noises when you start to suckle his bottom lip, but it doesn’t take long for him to cups your face with both of his huge hands, and tangles his wet tongue with yours.

When you open your eyes again, all you can see are his shining blue eyes, caressing your tired soul with a more clear picture. No confusion, no guilt or guessing.

“Looks like we have the whole night to figure out what you are struggling to say, my lord.”

“Martin, my love. Martin.”

“Have a good dream last night, your Majesty?”

“Yes, Baurus my friend. Couldn’t feel more refreshing.”

You grab a brochure which has “Cezanne” on it and wipe away your tears before it could fall on the red silk tablecloth. Luckily there were few people in the art museum today, otherwise someone would discover your blushing face and swollen eyes. Life is not always as beautiful as movies, and you are not the pretty actress who can gets what she wants easily. That’s why you love to visit museums, you could immerse into the world of pure aesthetic and forget your own problems for a while……or perhaps you could encounter someone who can change your life like the blessed girl in romantic films.

The paintings of Cezanne are just as gorgeous as what you saw in your art lectures, but none of them makes you stop……until you see the famous woman who is well-known for her unattractive face— Madame Cezanne. You can’t help but stop in front of her. Why is she looks so sad? Was her heart as empty as yours? But even the greatest art historian couldn’t understand a woman’s heart, so how could you understand yourself? Listening to the touching piano background of Gymnopédie No. 1, your tears fall on your cheeks again. But you don’t bother to wipe them away since there are only a few people around……

“Guess you like this ?”

Damn it. You wipe away your tears with the back of your hand immediately before the owner of the attractive voice comes closer. You turn around and find that the man is way taller than you, so you lift your head and meet his stunning blue eyes. “Yup……?” you can’t help but stare at every corner of the seasoned face— his nose, his cheekbones and his lips…… everything of him is so perfect that you almost think he is a walking sculpture……except he has such messy and fluffy grey hair. “Anything on my face?” He seems shy and covers his face with his huge hand. “No, no. you look fine.” Aware of your impoliteness, you turn around and look at the painting again, but your mind can’t get rid of his impressive features. “Well,” he giggles and looks at the painting, “Cezanne is my favourite painter, but there’s something in this painting I couldn’t appreciate.” You look at him again, but surprisingly find that he is already gazing at you. “Not every woman has the gift to look good as you do when they are sad.” He smirks, head and body wiggling while staring at your eyes. You stare at the ground after you hear that, you don’t know how to react to this sudden compliment and your tears somehow fall harder. After all, such wonderful thing never happens to you, right?

“Nonsense. I bet the curator of this museum would find me unaesthetic than Madame Cezanne.” When you think your stupid behaviours must scare him off, his thick fingers lift up your chin and wipes away your tears with his thumb. Smelling of the scent of cigarette coming from his hand and sleeve, you look up into his tender eyes and couldn’t believe that you’ve become the lucky girl in movies.

It's a casual day in the imperial weapon storage. No rebel intruders, no dramas between authorities…you could have end your work today meaninglessly, just like the day before, and the day before that. But your new boss, who was a lieutenant from the Advance Weapon Development,ordered you to take away his stuff from his old office.

Rumours said that Director Krennic was mad at the department's captain,since his lieutenant was absolutely not familiar with the advanced weapons he was keeping. But now they take the lieutenant of your department,who somehow "know better" about weapons,probably because he is older.

They are trying to make Director Krennic stop being furious. But the new lieutenant they choose? That old man doesn't even know how to shot a gun.

This afternoon in Advance Weapon office is incredibly silent. You heard that all the officers are out to the daily conference which is hold by the department head, and sometimes Director Krennic would be there too, so no one dares to skip that.

Since everybody's gone, you start playing with the avant-garde looking pistol which was put on the commander's table, and sit near one of the small desks. You like weapons, or just fascinated by their shapes and destructive powers. So you are quite familiar with them, but this one…... it's different. The trigger is jammed, and you can't unlock this with any known techniques of imperial weapons.

Suddenly, two hands with black gloves on it encircle you from behind. Then the owner takes off his glove on his left hand, and place his thumb to the back of the pistol. There is blue light scanning through his thumb, then the trigger is unlocked.

"Good try. But the code of your ID card is too easy to counterfeit. "

You haven't seen his face yet, but the black gloves and white sleeves, and this familiar rough voice…...you already know who he is -

Director Krennic.

You are stiff. How long has he been watching you somewhere in the office? Maybe it's the second floor balcony where the bosses always stand and manipulate, but you don't want to know, the idea of someone secretly watching you for a long time is horrible.

"Director Krenn- " You stop when his head lends to yours closely- too close. The distance is too much for a stranger …... especially the cruel, strict and unapproachable director. You have never looked into his eyes so attentively, they are crystal blue and mysterious, gazing at your eyes like a curious predator.

" This new technique is still developing, they can recognize their owners . "

" I…...see. " Your nervousness make your voice trembles, you have no idea what you have said, or is it respectful. But you find that when you are speaking, he just gazing at your moving lips, and unconsciously licks his.

"And now this beauty belongs to me ."

You are sweating, you somehow feel the atmosphere here is becoming stranger. And the way he says "beauty" just doesn't sound… "normal".

He WILL eat me if I don't leave now.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and look at his concentrated blue eyes which have stared at you for a while, "I must get back to work now, Sir." He smirks, slowly leaving the table, but still watching you collecting all the stuff of your new boss.

You salute to him. Although you are too nervous to look into his eyes again, you can see there is still a smirk on his face. Then you rush to the door nearby. But before you disappear in his sight, he suddenly speaks loudly to you,

"Hey officer,"

You look back. He is holding his hands together, smiling at you.

"You belong to the Advanced Weapon Department now ."

What?

When you keep thinking about the meaning of the word "belong", the captain of Advanced Weapon Department is walking into the room. He suddenly looks nervous when he hears Director Krennic's voice. You keep walking, trying to figure out what happens between you — a small potato and the powerful director.

"I hope the new lieutenant is exactly what you need, Director Krennic. He is a experi-"

"Well, she's fine."

The captain turns his head to the door, thinking about the woman in low-ranking uniform whom Director Krennic was talking to. Then he looks at the director again, he is pondering, and keep caressing a avant-garde looking pistol on the desk.