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INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI.

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Word count: 25K because I’m insane and I love him

Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; smut, slight dom/sub implications, masturbation, little vulgar language, slight hair pulling kink ig???

General Hux did not tolerate disorder.

Nothing he was taking care of could be in any way imperfect, not even his thoughts, even when he was the only one who had access to them. However, this last thing seemed to become harder to keep in his beloved order ever since Y/N Y/L/N became one of the people under his command.

She was not much younger than him and average looking to most, but when he first saw her, he had to remind himself he was not supposed to stare. She seemed to have just that kind of beauty that fell right into the standards he hadn't even known he had, having been single since forever.

He promised himself he'd forget about her quickly, sending her to work somewhere he wouldn't see her often on purpose. It seemed to do the trick, as his mind focused back on his duties and there were days he wouldn't spend a second on thinking of her in any way.

However, the stars were not in his favour. She had huge knowledge - what also presented itself as attractive to him - and there came a day when she couldn't be used for jobs any novice could take care of. He had to give her a better position and, as a result, she began to work much closer to him.

There she was, sitting by her red console on her fourth day with a new position, with hair wrapped into a tight bun and focus on her face. She didn't even glance at anything other than her screen, leaving Hux to ogle her freely... Or so it seemed.

He tried to restrain himself every time, and then caught himself staring yet again. It was only a matter of time before anyone else noticed this and he couldn't allow that. It was only the fourth day... Hux didn't know how he was supposed to get used to the fact she was working right there, in his eyesight.

He had to do something to keep his image. Looking at her one more time - in this instance, he tried to explain himself, just to find a solution - he first noticed her uniform.

It was tight on her. You could see the exact shape of her thigh, her bottom, up to her breasts... She wasn't the first female there, yet in all those years of his work, he'd never noticed details like these. Forcing himself to take eyes off her chest, he decided this was it - he could make her change the uniform and his own thoughts would be calmed.

With his hands behind his back, he walked up to her console. From up close, all those details made him feel even a little bit more intoxicated than before. However, he composed himself quickly - he had a mission, therefore he couldn't fail it because of some distractions.

"Y/L/N."

She looked up at him, and for the first time, he noticed the colour of her eyes. They were Y/E/C - and he was going to remember that.

"Yes, sir?"

"Come to my office as soon as you finish your shift today."

She looked a bit surprised, but replied quickly regardless:

"Yes, sir."

Something about the way she said that from a place somewhere below him made him gulp. However, this time he managed to keep his cool and he simply walked away.

"Now you may be in trouble..." said the boy working right next to Y/N when the General was out of earshot. She raised an eyebrow.

"As far as I'm concerned, I haven't done anything wrong. I don't think I should be worried."

"You never know with him."

Y/N didn't look bothered, but she did feel a little bit nervous on the inside. General Hux was serious and brusque, yet she didn't expect him to scold her. She knew she hadn't even had time to make any significant mistakes during her four days in a new position... But who knew?

Her stomach was tingling when she was walking through the corridor right after her shift, unsure what to expect. She felt confident and lost at the same time, also wondering how the General's office might look like. She was sure it was clean and neat, just like he was, and it made him really attractive to her. Although she knew there was no way of anything ever happening between the two of them, she liked to think she at least had the right to glance at him from time to time, just to admire the view, especially now that she worked closer to him.

The office was, indeed, very clean, almost shining. When she stepped inside having heard permission to do so, she noticed a black desk to her left, some shelves and electronics to her right, and a stunning view on the galaxy just in front of her.

"You wanted to see me, sir," she said as the door closed behind her, positioning herself in front of the General who was sitting by the desk.

"Oh, you. Right," he said dismissively when she entered, as though he forgot he had invited her.

It was a lie. It was all he was thinking about that day, ever since he gave her the order, preparing what to say to her. He thought it was better for him to think about her rather than stare at her, even if he wasn't pleased with neither. He sat up straight in his chair and began to wonder whether inviting her was a good idea. Hux had never been alone with her before, but when he realised he was, it made him gulp again. There was no one to see them and no one to notice whether, or where, he was looking. It was just her in the shadowy room, lit up slightly from the side by the light from behind the windows that accented each and every curve of her body in the dark uniform even more.

"I called you here to talk about your uniform," he said eventually, keeping his voice cold and formal.

This took Y/N by surprise. She looked down at her body as though she was seeing it for the first time.

"I'm sorry - but what is wrong with my uniform, sir?" she asked in surprise as she had never had any issues with her outfit whatsoever.

"It is too tight, clearly," he said matter-of-factly. "Get a new one first thing tomorrow."

Y/N looked flabbergasted, to say the least. It was one of the last things she expected when he called her.

"Excuse me, sir, but I don't think the uniform is..."

"Have I not made myself clear?" he cut her off sharply.

"But what is the reason? It doesn't limit my moves and it has never been a problem until now."

"It can distract other workers," Hux replied, provoked. At least he kept himself quiet from revealing he was the worker she was distracting.

"Then it's their problem, not mine."

"Have I not made myself clear enough?" Hux growled, because she indirectly insulted him. "You will do as you are told. The uniform distracts you, too," he added as an attempt to defend his decision in his own mind.

"But I'm not some kind of novice! I know better than to let a uniform influence my perfo..."

"No discussion," he cut her off again. "You will obey or you will be discharged. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir," he corrected her.

"Yes, sir," she repeated reluctantly.

"For the future... Do not forget who you're speaking to," Hux added harshly, when in fact he was somehow excited by her small disobedience. "You may leave."

And so she left, huffing and puffing, and neither of them was pleased with the conversation. Hux was angry with himself. Not only did he just lose what he liked to look at, he made her upset with him, and the latter thing was definitely not what he had intented. But if this was to made things easier for him, so that he wouldn't need to remind himself not to stare, then it was the right thing.

He didn't expect her to talk back to him, but he kind of enjoyed it when she did, knowing well he will get his way anyway.

He shook his head to himself. These thoughts were merely proof that this meeting should not have happened, but Hux didn't like to admit he was wrong. All in all, he fell asleep with her on his mind.

The next day, he also woke up with Y/N on his mind, wondering if she obeyed his orders. He kept himself in suspense for a while, checking all the work stations before hers on purpose, and reaching her last.

And there she was, sitting by the same console as the day before, but this time in a uniform which was not as tight as the one before. He liked that she listened - but he immediately regretted what he asked of her. Of course her previous attire was what his heart and mind liked much better, and he couldn't believe he took it away from himself... Himself.

Stars, he had no idea what was happening to him. He couldn't recall feeling like this about anyone, the need to look at them, think about them... And, after last night's talk, he started thinking about something else.

He wanted to touch her.

Nothing special yet. He just wondered whether her body was as smooth as it was curvy, whether her hair was as delicate as it seemed to be when it shone in the starlight... And how she would react to this - as fiercely as before? Her personality was also something he wanted to know more of.

Of course, Hux was a general, her superior. There were many things he could force her to do, but this was not the way he wanted it to be. Even better, he wondered if he could make her touch him first instead... This thought scratched a particular part of his brain and was just the beginnig of something he didn't knew was becoming a fantasy.

That day he had some work to do, many messages to send and receive, so Y/N came off of his mind for hours. He, on the other hand, was all she was thinking about that day.

To say she was pissed off was an understatment. She tried to turn her anger into harder work but couldn't stop thinking about the General and his order, which seemed just ridiculous to her. She understood that he had to keep discipline among everyone he commanded, however, she really doubted her uniform being "too tight" was about to make everyone question authority.

"What did the General tell you?" asked her friend from the next console, but she only shook her head.

"None of your business."

"Is that so? You seem pissed."

"Keep your nose to your console," she hissed, then sighed deeply.

Her parents had also served at the army and taught her to obey all the orders, no matter how strange they were. Hux, however, pissed her off in a way she couldn't explain. There was a conflict in her mind where she didn't want to be mad, because she was somehow attracted to him - the visit in his office only confirmed that for her - and, on the other hand, she'd like to slap him in the face.

He didn't approach her at all that day and she did start to feel better. The emotions cooled down, and she stopped taking the situation so seriously.

"I'm taking this too personally," she thought to herself. "He probably tells people to do things like that all the time."

Another day passed by, and when Hux saw her again at her console, he decided it was time to fix what he had broken. He thought about it at night and found the way out of this. He had to - he missed her previous look and was determined to bring it back, even if it meant he would need to fight with his own desires.

So he approached her slowly, then stood right behind her, and even though she kept her eyes glued to the monitor she somehow knew it was him. A small shiver went down her spine, as she had no idea what to expect.

"Y/L/N."

"Yes, sir?" she said as she turned to him.

"Come to my office today as well," he said as he tried to decipher the look on her face. He didn't know whether it was his hope playing tricks on him but she didn't look as angry as before.

"Of course, sir."

Of course... This was something new, something he had never heard escape her mouth before. These two words showed a higher level of obedience Hux liked, that's why he walked away - he had to think about it for a little longer, and enjoy the feelings all of this caused in him.

"Again?" Y/N's co-worker asked, looking at her with wide eyes. "I'm starting to really worry about you. You might get kicked out..."

"Shut up."

"Come on, you're being so secretive about it I'm going to start thinking you two are meeting up for a hook-up."

"Only proves you're too dense to work here," she snapped in response, even though she felt a knot form in her stomach. The thought of any intimacy with the General seemed so wrong, yet so exciting at the same time. Although she knew this was not what she was going there for.

Hux was anticipating the end of her shift more than before. When she asked for permission to enter he gave it to her a bit too fast, but it was too late to change that. She entered the clean office for the second time, saying the same, boring words.

"You wanted to see me, sir."

Hux looked her up and down from behind his polished desk. The curves were gone in the bigger uniform. Before he managed to open his mouth, she spoke first:

"If it's about the uniform, I've changed it as you asked."

There was a hint of pretense in her voice, buy he dismissed it.

"Yes, I've noticed. And now you're here because of the uniform again. To put it bluntly, it was a test."

She looked absolutely astounded.

"A test? What test?"

Hux smiled to himself just a little. He was proud of the greatness of his own plan.

"I was checking if you can keep your cool... And you've failed and passed at the same time."

"What?" she blurted out, at this point completely confused. The Academy may have prepared her for war, but certainly not for General Hux.

"You should've obeyed me without any doubts, however... You're in luck I do appreciate when someone can fight back and stand up for themselves. And in the end, you did listen."

"So what does it mean, sir?" she asked as she still didn't understand whether she should be sorry or proud.

"I wish to get to know you better," he said, quite shocked he did say that aloud. "I value hard work and knowledge and want to know where it comes from."

"Studying, mainly," she replied without hesitation, and that made him raise his eyebrows.

"Feisty one, aren't you?"

"I would prefer to call myself confident, sir," Y/N replied with a playful smile on her face as she quickly realised the General wasn't as serious as she thought.

He liked that smile.

"That I've noticed."

He also noticed something else - something was keeping him from her like a barrier, and this something was his desk. He wanted to see her from up close, curious what new things he could uncover. There was no one around to see them, so he didn't have to worry.

He stood up and slowly walked past the desk with his hands clasped behind his back, and then stopped right in front of her, just a tiny bit too close. He hadn't intended that, but his pride didn't let him step back, so he stayed there, as if glued to the shiny ground.

Y/N held her breath. Yet again, she had no idea what to expect of him, but the sudden proximity did not leave her unimpressed. For the first time she could see his face so clearly and, even in the dim light, she could see the lightest freckles etched on his pale nose and cheeks, almost invisible due to the lack of sunlight. She liked them - they kind of broke his perfect, spotless image he always created and just made him seem more human.

Her face from up close fasicinated him even more. He remembered the colour of her eyes, but now it looked a little brighter as the stars from behind the window sparkled in her irises. Baby hairs started to poke out of the perfect bun after a long day... This did ruin the idealism he adored so strongly, however back then he didn't care that much. He wasn't much taller than her, yet he did look at her from above which he enjoyed a lot. For a split second Hux wondered how she would look if she actually laid down below...

He composed himself quickly, as if scared she'd read his mind somehow. Yet again, he didn't know what was happening to him, but this girl made him feel and think things he hadn't experienced before. And it has already become quite addictive.

They were standing there in silence, staring into each other's eyes, blocked from touching each other in any way by their hands still on their backs. They had no physucal handcuffs, but the air of professionalism kept them even more stiff.

"Well, regarding your uniform... You can go back to your previous one," Hux said after he had finally came to his senses (even though Y/N didn't seem to mind their silent moment).

"Thank you," she replied with a small smile, her anger long gone and forgotten.

"Sir," he corrected her, this time not because of the rules, more to just hear her say that word again.

She wanted to roll her eyes at him. For a moment, despite the work talk, the atmosphere between them became so intimate she thought it was alright to drop the formalities just this once.

"Sir," she repeated regardless.

After that, there came another silence. Hux was quickly searching for an excuse to make her stay a bit longer but he couldn't find any. There was just something in the air, it felt so right, so tense yet so calm, so weird yet so pleasant, and both of them could sense it, however neither of them could lose themselves to it just yet.

"You may leave," he said finally, defeated. He decided he would just prepare himself better for the next time. Yes, that he was sure of - there will be a next time. Of course, he could call her to his office all day if he wanted to, but there were still other people who may notice his sudden interest in her, something he simply could not let happen. For now, he had to let her go.

She bowed her head slightly, and then walked to the door before turning to him one last time.

"See you tomorrow, General."

Then she left, having absolutely no idea what she had done to him with just those four words. He knew it was guaranteed she'd be on his mind all night and this time he had nothing against it.

Hux had the time to visit Y/N's work station not until the afternoon as he had many duties to take care of, but when he finally did, he was not disappointed.

He found her standing with her back to him, talking to one of the engineers, her uniform as tight as it was before. He could not help but look at her thighs, and then a little bit higher, to see the body he came to like. Her waist also looked amazing, kept in place by her shiny belt. He had to walk up to her and get her attention somehow - and this time, he had a better plan.

"Are the two of you done chatting?" he asked loudly, appearing between her and the engineer out of nowhere.

"Oh, General," said the surprised boy. "We were discussing the new machi..."

"Machines are important, but right now I need Y/L/N to assist me," he said firmly, even though it was a lie. Or, maybe it wasn't, if one could define "assistance" as satisfying someone's selfish wishes.

Despite her conversation being important, Y/N already knew better than to disobey the General. Besides, she didn't mind being with him alone again.

"We'll talk later, Marlen," she suggested and Hux scowled at the engineer. Talk later? What for? He didn't like him at first sight, unaware it was the first hint of jealousy speaking through him.

"Y/L/N, follow me," he added even more firmly. Marlen looked at Y/N with understanding - he knew she had to listen to the General.

"Coming, sir," she said after exchanging one last look with Marlen she turned to walk behind Hux who was already a few steps ahead.

Yes, please do come.

He led her to his office in silence while she was bursting with excitement, curious as to what task he could have specifically for her. That's why, when they entered the office again, she couldn't resist asking:

"What can I help you with, sir?"

"Sit," he said and she noticed there was a new black chair by the desk, opposite his. "We're not working. It's your break," he added as he took his usual seat.

"Break?" She raised her eyebrows, sitting down. "I've worked here for quite some time now and I'm finding out just now we are allowed to have breaks?"

"You are only if I say so," he replied in an obvious tone, his eyes focused on a datapad in his hands.

He looked handsome like this. Y/N could see a tiny bit of a vein on his neck when he kept his head turned towards the datapad, and his jaw seemed even sharper than usually. His forehead frowned, green eyes focused, long fingers skilfully tapping away... She hoped she could see him like that more often.

"Now," he began, still concentrated on the screen, "do you like tarine tea?"

This was another thing that took Y/N by surprise. She expected many things, but being asked about her tastes was definitely not one of them. However, this time she didn't question the General's methods.

"Yes, I do, sir."

"Hot or chilled?"

He finally looked up at her with eyes that could pierce a heart. Y/N knew she preferred the warmer version, but when he did that, she began to question whether she needed any more warmth than her own body was already giving her.

"Hot," she said slowly, looking straight into his eyes, in a way it made him feel a weird tingle in his body. He swallowed hard, and looked at the datapad again while Y/N was contemplating whether she had really described just the tea.

Less than a minute later, a droid appeared in the office with two cups of tea, both of them hot enough to be still steaming. The droid set them on his desk and left, making the situation even weirder.

All of that led Y/N to two conclusions: one, Hux really invited her for long enough to drink a cup of tea and two, nobody was going to join them. And she liked both of these.

"So... Is there anyone bothering you around here?" he asked with his eyes still on the datapad. It wasn't what he wanted to ask her first, but her talk with that engineer changed everything. So, "is there anyone bothering you" really meant "give me an excuse to get rid of him".

"How'd you know?" she asked in surprise and he immediately turned to look at her.

Did he hit the jackpot?

"It's that engineer you were talking to, correct?"

"No, he is fine," she replied much to his disappointment. "It's the guy working next to me. Asking questions all the time, he even suggested..."

She bit her tongue. She wasn't really going to tell him about the hook-up thing, right? She had already crossed borders she never thought possible with him, but this was way too strange.

"What did he suggest, Y/L/N?" Hux asked firmly, obviously wanting to know everything.

"I... I'm not sure if I should say it... Sir." She added the word "sir" quickly in hopes of softening the situation.

"I order you to," he said without missing a beat, and she knew there was no point in resisting.

"He... He suggested you and I are having an affair, sir."

Y/N closed her eyes for a second, as if bracing for impact, but it never came. Hux just raised his eyebrows, then let out a cold laugh.

"Ha. He'll be gone tomorrow," he said quickly and turned to his datapad again. "If anyone else bothers you, report it to me immediately."

Inside, Hux was alarmed. If someone already suggested something like this, it meant he'd be in bigger trouble if anything ever happened between him and her. He realised he may have to be a bit more subtle in approaching her in the presence other people.

Y/N, on the other hand, was surprised yet again. Why was he so nice to her? Was all of this just because he was scared for his image?

Or... Was this his idea of a date?

No, she said to herself. It couldn't be a date, it was just a fantasy caused by his sudden interest in her. He was her superior and someone as rule-loving as Hux couldn't possibly break them just for her. Besides, they were still on professional terms most of the time. She just needed to figure out where all of this sudden kindness came from.

"Drink your tea. It's best when still hot," he said, having turned to her once again.

They reached for the cups at the same time - actually, for the same cup.

Their fingertips, both still in gloves, brushed for a split second. Neither of them would have probably noticed if it had been someone else, but...

"I apologise, sir," Y/N said quickly, taking her hand back as fast as if hit by an electric shock.

He was also recovering from this unexpected touch, even though it didn't satisfy what he had wanted. This was barely a touch, an accidental one at that, nothing like the one he'd like to feel.

"Take whichever one you'd like," he said, leaning back.

So she did, then he took the other cup, and both of them sipped the hot beverage in silence.

"Do you like it?" he asked, wanting to be reassured. However, she thought this may be just another test.

"I do, but I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy it too long... I have a few more tasks to finish today."

"No, you're done for the day," he said, making her even more confused than ever before. Giving her so many breaks, when normally she worked until her eyes couldn't stay open? It had to be a test.

"And I suppose I have to work extra hours tomorrow?" she asked, thinking she was smart, but had no idea she was far from the truth.

"No."

Another answer she had not expected. She didn't know what to say to that, so she just took another sip of the bitter tea. Meanwhile, Hux was about to begin the plan of "knowing to get her better" as he had intented.

"Who are your parents?" he asked bluntly and she set her cup back onto the shiny surface of the desk.

"They're not around anymore. But they served in the army as well. Both died in an explosion."

"So you do have a reputation to live up to."

"I do," she confirmed, then decided it wouldn't hurt to kiss up to him a little. "That's why I work under your command, right, sir?"

He glanced at her, suppressing a cocky smile.

A minx, she was. But he liked that.

"I condemn ass-lickers, Y/L/N," he said dryly despite his real emotions.

"I am simply stating facts, sir," she replied as though she had no idea what he was talking about. She got comfortable and crossed her legs, turning on his imagination again. One second - that was all the time he allowed himself to look at her thighs, material on them even tighter than before. If he had kept looking, he might have gone crazy.

"I'll let it slide just this once. Don't get too confident."

"What if I do it again?" she asked as she wasn't able stop herself, giving him a grin. She couldn't believe she was teasing him and that their conversation got a little... Flirty?

Hux got so lost in the moment he even forgot to scold her about missing the formalities again.

"Then I might need to impose a punishment on you," he said with the smalles hint of teasing in his voice.

"Oh, I would not want that, sir..."

"Yes, you wouldn't." He eyed her up and down, thinking about a punishment he would not dare mention aloud. He scolded himself in his mind for this.

To hide her smirk, she immediately went for another sip of the tea. To cope with his emotions, he looked back at his datapad even though there was nothing to look at.

She stayed in his office until the very last drop of her tea, giving him answers to a few more questions about herself to find out what he wanted, and it was pleasant to both.

She was already standing and about to leave, when she went to ask him one last time:

"So... I really don't need to work overtime tomorrow?"

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He raised his eyebrows.

"No, of course not. Thank you, sir."

"Go straight to your quarters," he commanded and she nodded.

"I will. Good night, sir."

Another set of words that made him feel good. He didn't reply to keep up his cold persona, but in his heart he did wish her a good night, too.

A few minutes after she left, he called a droid again and demanded her personal files. It was the first time he was actually paying attention to the details in someone's profile, from measurements to Academy results...

However, the most interesting thing was also the most trivial one. Her first name he hadn't known before - Y/N...

Of course, he wouldn't use it, that would be inappropriate, but who knew when it might come in handy?

At the same time, Y/N plopped onto her small bed with an everlasting beam on her face. Even if this meeting really was another test, she enjoyed it a lot and loved the fact she got to spend some one-on-one moments with him.

However, it had its flaws. She knew she wasn't supposed to feel any attraction to him whatsoever, but how could she not, when he walked around looking handsome and doing all these nice things for her? At least no one was going to judge her for her thoughts as they became more and more unprofessional when it came to the General.

The next day brought surprises for both of them. The General kept his promise - Y/N's annoying co-worker was no longer there and she had no idea what happened to him. Unfortunately, this guy wasn't the only person missing. Hux was nowhere to be seen and it kind of saddened her as she'd hoped to see him again, especially after spending a big part of her night thinking about him.

He was not happy about not seeing her either, but in the early morning he was called for a meeting he simply could not miss. To his irritation, the meeting was to be held somewhere else - he didn't even care to know where, but he knew it would take him a few days, and that annoyed him even more. His absence made him realise he wanted to go back home not only beacause his own chamber was the sole place he could feel comfortable in, but also because... There was no Y/N to chat with.

Those few days without her made him realise how attached he became in such a short time. He wanted to see her again, invite her to his office, maybe offer tea again... Just because.

On the other hand, it was good they did lose contact for a while. He hoped individuals like the the co-worker he got rid of - or anyone else who may have spread rumours - would forget about them. He was very self-conscious about all of that, unaware that nobody has really noticed his new interest yet. He only regretted he couldn't inform her about his departure, wondering whether she even noticed his absence.

She did. Four days passed by without him and she began to worry something may have happened to him - so she found a sneaky way to find out.

Y/N took a datapad with nothing important on it and then walked up to an officer who seemed to have taken over the General's duties.

"Excuse me, officer, do you know where I can find General Hux? I have important reports for him," she lied. She had no reports whatsoever.

"General Hux has left for an urgent meeting. He should be back tomorrow."

"Oh, I see... Thank you, sir."

A wave of relief rushed through her body as she was assured the General was safe and sound. She was also glad he was coming back so soon and could only imagine what things he'd surprise her with next.

It was noon the next day when she was walking back to her console after another talk with Marlen when she almost bumped into the General - and almost caught him staring at her.

"Oh... My apologies, sir." She took a careful step back before they could touch. "Good to see you again," she added, gracing him with a small smile.

Hux felt his throat become a bit dry. For some reason, she seemed exceptionally attractive to him that day, and he had no idea it was mostly because of the pheromones he was breathing in, standing so close - she was near ovulation. Pure nature made things even more complicated for him then before.

"Are you on your way to work?" he asked and she nodded, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Yes. Is there anything I can assist you with, General?" she asked despite it being unnecessary. She just wanted to talk to him a tiny bit longer.

"Not yet, but I'll keep you in mind."

That he was definitely going to do.

He couldn't linger somewhere around her work station too much as he also had much to do, but it didn't mean he wasn't able to steal a glance or two, or maybe ten. The pheromones really played with him, and while Hux may have known his way around technology, he certainly didn't understand human instincts.

The pheromones were barely the beginning. Y/N didn't even know she was going to drive her commander insane the very next day when, for the first time he's ever seen, she came to work with a ponytail instead of a bun.

His imagination went wilder than ever. It took him more force than the Force itself not to visualise himself yanking on her hair, and all the willpower he had not to try it right then and there, then explain it to others as "punishment". And they had never even touched each other...

Who knew a ponytail could be the death of General Hux?

This was the day he realised it was no longer just some kind of attraction... He desired her, both body and personality, in the most hungry way, and it frustrated him greatly that he should not even think about her in that manner.

He didn't even speak to her that day, worried he may forget to bite his tongue. He had to figure it all out himself before talking to her about anything as he had never felt this way in his life about anyone.

This was the first night he fell asleep with her on his mind and his hand between his thighs.

He was ashamed of it, but he missed the moment when the desire inside him became too much to handle, and now there was no way out... Other than losing her from sight, or...

The next day came back the deathly ponytail. He resisted the urge to invite her to his office again all day, but when he was about to sleep...

"Open, subordinate!"

Y/N's eyes went wide open as she heard a stormtrooper's robotic voice right behind the door of her quarters. She was just about to fall asleep and almost jumped at the sudden noise. Fixing her short night gown, she stood up with a yawn and opened the door to see two stormtroopers awaiting her.

"What?" she murmured, irritated especially by the light on the corridor.

"You're coming with us," said the one on her left.

"Where?"

"General Hux expects you immediately."

Thousands of bubbles of excitement burst in her stomach as she suppressed a smile. Something nice was about to happen, she knew that. Suddenly her slumber being interrupted didn't bother her as much.

"Just let me get dressed, dammit."

The stormtroopers exchanged looks and then shrugged as she closed the door to change. There was no time for the uniform - she just put on a shirt and simple black trousers she had not worn in a while, then combed her hair only once or twice as she didn't want to keep him waiting.

She took nothing with her as she had no idea what he might want from her. She locked her room and the stormtroopers escorted her to his office, then even entered with her.

The lamps were all off, however a fair amount of light was coming from the windows, making all the polished surfaces shine in the dark. Hux was standing with his back to them, by the window, observing the galaxy. He had his uniform on, but his long coat was missing.

"We brought her, General," said one of the stormtroopers.

"Leave us," Hux commanded and the stormtroopers quickly obeyed.

The door closed behind them, but the General didn't even budge, neither did his hands, clasped firmly behind his back. He was simply preparing himself to look at her, calming down his own instincts.

"Sending stormtroopers for me at night?" she asked after a moment of silence. "Am I really here for punishment this time, General?" she added teasingly.

He smiled to himself a little. That confidence of hers could really get her in trouble - the only question was whether he was going to be the one putting her in said trouble.

"You're on thin ice, Y/L/N."

She couldn't help but stifle a giggle.

"Forgive me the lack of my uniform, then. I didn't expect..."

She trailed off as he turned to her immediately - he was way too curious to see how she looked like.

Y/N's words got stuck in her throat when she saw him like that, all in black, his silhouette lit up from behind. He radiated power; the whole galaxy was behind him, and he stood there as if he were its emperor, causing her knees to weaken.

He also liked what he was seeing. Especially her hair, for the first time loose, falling to the sides of her face... And influencing his imagination yet again.

"You won't need the uniform."

Y/N gulped. Did these words have double meaning or did he just not think them through?

He noticed the double meaning, too, but it was too late.

"I suppose I'm not here for work, then," she said boldly.

He had no answer to that. They both knew it wasn't for work, and they both didn't mind... But neither of them was ready to admit it.

Both of them were looking for something to break that tense silence. They were meters from each other, yet they could somehow feel the warmth of the other person. The air seemed to be vibrating solely from their breaths.

"Come and take a look," he said eventually, gesturing towards the window. It was an another excuse; he just wanted to see her up close, especially in these new circumstances.

She did as she was told, actually eager to watch the galaxy from his enormous windows. She didn't really have the time to do this, and the small viewport in her quarters didn't even expose half the beauty of the sky.

"This is breathtaking," she said as she found herself next to the window, almost devouring the view with her eyes.

"Indeed," he replied, observing from the side how all of the galaxy reflected in her eyes.

"I wanted that when I was a kid," she began, so inspired by the view of thousands of stars etched on the dark sky she forgot she was talking to her superior for a moment.

"What exactly?" he asked with genuine interest.

"See the whole galaxy. Be able to travel through it, visit all the planets if I could... Although I'm definitely not welcome everywhere."

Hux stepped back and found himself behind her, placing his head just above her right shoulder. He liked that a lot; not only could he feel in control, but also have a moment of proximity without being too blunt.

She felt a shiver down her spine. Even though he was not touching her in any way, the warmth of his body was radiating onto hers, making her feel secure and under his absolute authority. This time she wasn't able to consider whether it was a test as her mind simply refused to think about anything other than him being this close.

"There will come a day when we will be the rulers of the galaxy. Every planet will belong to us and they will bow to us wherever we go."

"We?"

"The First Order, of course," he clarified and she wanted to hit her forehead on the window. How could she ask something so stupid? Of course he was talking about the First Order, not the two of them... She got too lost in the moment, and that was a major wake-up call.

"Yes... Of course." She pretended she understood him from the start.

Hux glanced at her hair and the unbearable desire to grasp it came back, that's why he didn't even dare look anywhere lower.

"Do you still prefer hot tarine tea?" he asked loudly, his breath caressing her ear and creating yet another wave of shivers.

"I do, sir."

"Take a seat, then," he ordered as he walked away from her to sit behind his desk.

It must have been a dream, but she got to see him bent over his datapad again. The veins, the jaw, the focus making her fall for him a little bit more than before...

"May I ask you something, sir?" she said while he was tapping away.

He let out a bitter laugh.

"I have an awful feeling you're going to do it no matter what I say," he replied, still focused on the screen.

"Me? I would not dare disobey you, General." She put her hand on her chest, pretending to be outraged.

"Would you?" A cocky smile crossed his face again. "I know you would."

"Never."

He turned to look at her, tension rising. He stood up from his chair and put his arms wide apart on the edges of the desk, showing her clearly who was in charge of the situation - and she felt that in her abdomen.

"Would you do anything I asked of you?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, in that moment feeling she could really do anything for him.

And even though there was a few things he wanted from her, he had to stop himself before even a letter came out of his mouth. Her being in his office for absolutely no reason other than his desire was already unprofessional.

"I'll keep you to it," he said firmly, then took a deep breath. "So what was your question?"

Before she could answer, the door opened again and a droid rolled in with the tea, just like the last time. When he left, having set two cups on the desk, she said loudly:

"My question was... Why are you being so kind to me, sir? I'm not ungrateful, simply curious."

His fear came true. She asked about his intentions and he didn't know whether he was ready to reveal them, not to mention he shouldn't. He knew he had to choose his words carefully, that's why a moment had passed before he answered.

"I hope you do keep private everything you hear in this office."

"Of course, sir," she replied truthfully.

He nodded, then took one of the cups and brought it to his lips.

"Then I'll just say that... You have caught my interest."

The answer was perfect. On one hand, he revealed a bit of his attraction, on the other, depending on interpretation, it might have been purely related to work. He got interested because of her skills... Right?

Another blissful sensation took place in Y/N's abdomen. Although she knew better than to have high hopes, at least she had some confirmation she wasn't just imagining things.

"I'm flattered, sir."

"You should be," he replied, then quickly hid his smile behind the cup, keeping his eyes on her. Stars, he could look at her like that for hours.

She was just as focused on him as he was on her. The tension in the room was constantly rising, they could both feel it, but neither knew what to do about it. Every second their eyes were on each other's their veins were becoming to burn more and more, the speed of their heartbeats increasing...

And then came a call, piercing through their tense silence like the loudest alarm. It brought them back to reality faster than anything. Soon, a small holo appeared to his left.

"I told you not to disturb me!" he shouted with pure anger in his voice.

"It's urgent, General. The Supreme Leader wants to see you in ten minutes," replied a female voice from the holo.

Y/N sighed quietly. She didn't even get to talk to him much...

"I'll be there," he grumped, extremely frustrated his meeting with her was about to be cut short.

The holo disappeared and an exasperated sigh left the General's mouth. He took a moment to take it all in, and then looked back at her.

"Return to your quarters. I... Will talk to you soon."

She expected that, but felt disappointed nevertheless.

"Have a good meeting, sir," she said as she stood up and he did the same.

He gestured towards her almost full cup. "You can take your tea."

She was about to lift her cup when he grabbed his coat and, for some unexplainable reason, had a problem with putting it on. She didn't hesitate to forget about her tea and walked up to him.

"Let me help you, sir."

Her proposal surprised him greatly, however, of course he didn't mind. He let her grab the coat and skilfully slide it onto his shoulders, and the touch, even just through material, didn't leave them unimpressed. It still wasn't what he really wanted from her, but every touch was worth the sensations, even the smallest ones.

He turned to face her and fixed the coat one last time.

"Have a good night," he wished her sincerely as an indirect thank you.

She knew it was big. General Hux wishing good night to anyone? Maybe she was, in fact, asleep and it all wasn't real...

For a moment there, the atmosphere changed completely, and nobody remembered about professional details. Just for a split second, she wasn't talking to the great general - but simply to the man she was incredibly attracted to.

"You too," she whispered, then left, surprisingly without being scolded about missing the "sir".

When Y/N found herself back in her bed, she could not stop thinking about Hux - it was a given after everything he did and told her. This time, she wasn't even trying to stop herself, she just admitted in her own mind he was hot, and could easily turn her on if he wanted to.

Laying almost in pure darkness, she glanced at the cup he had given her, already empty, and remembered the look he had given her from above his tea. Just the thought made her warmer and her hand unconsciously began to travel underneath her night gown...

"No, what am I doing?" she whispered to herself, removing her hand from between her thighs. "He's your superior, put yourself together... You can't be thinking about him like this..." She shook her head.

Her dreams that night thought otherwise.

The next morning Y/N overheard the discussion between the officers and found out that the Supreme Leader had sent General Hux on some kind of mission. She wasn't happy he was missing again, but at least she knew where he went to.

What is more, a new co-worker finally appeared at the console next to her as a replacement for the one Hux had removed. To her surprise, it was someone she knew - Malia, a girl she had trained with at the Academy, so they needed no extra introductions.

Y/N was particularly smiley that day. It was thanks to her dreams; they revolved around the General, obviously, and him doing things she would not dare speak about. Besides, her body might have been in front of the console, but her mind was still in the last evening, by the window, with a muscular body behind her... Oh, she was going to be such a useless worker that day.

"Anyone on your mind?" Malia asked curiously as it was rather rare for someone from First Order to smile that much, if at all. The two of them were walking to dinner and reliving the memories from the Academy, when Malia finally gave in to the need of asking about the mysterious smile.

"Actually, there is someone," she admitted as her expression was way too obvious. "But I'm not going to tell you anything else."

"Oh, you've got that lovey-dovey look all over you. It's only a matter of time before I find out who you fancy," she said proudly and then crossed her arms, wondering. "Let's see... It's Marlen, isn't it?"

"I'm not talking about this," Y/N replied firmly.

"So it's him."

"Whatever you like."

Oh, if only she did fantasise about Marlen... Things would be so much simpler. They could get together, maybe hook up in their quarters and, if careful, keep up a longer relationship.

But no, it was not her equal, she was deep into fantasising about her superior, something she knew was not right, but oh, it only made it more tempting. She also knew there was no way any of her fantasies could come true, yet she was holding onto that one percent of hope...

And then Malia was teasing her about Marlen during eating, and Y/N became self-conscious. She definitely wasn't the most attractive girl on the ship and didn't have much she prided herself on when it came to appeareance. Moreover, the object of her dreams was the General. She bet he could have any girl he desired at the snap of his fingers, and if he wanted sex, there were probably tens of prostitutes he could choose from. Why would he risk his reputation for a fling with a subordinate? Marlen was the guy she could hit on, not the General himself...

It made her feel kind of defeated, and lose even that one percent of hope. That's why she didn't care anymore.

The night was left to her, her fingers and the impossible fantasy.

While Y/N was busy worrying about how she looked, Hux, when he wasn't taking care of his duties, was already planning their next meeting. He was beginning to run out of excuses to see her despite having already admitted to his interest. On one hand, as her superior he could call her any time he wished, on the other, he did realise it might become weird if there was no explicit reason.

But he could not miss out on an opportunity to invite her again. His new excuse was easy to come up with; he decided he'd just say he wanted to make up for that previous meeting, cut short by the Supreme Leader himself.

He'd been happy with Hux lately, that's why the General felt secure. However, the situation had its flaws, too - he had more work to do and, as a result, had to be away from the woman he came to desire so much. He wondered if she was thinking about him, too... And then decided to do something to make her think about him.

It was the sixth day of his absence. Y/N had a particularly hard day, and he knew that, as he ordered one of the droids to keep an eye on her and report straight to him. He also knew she was on her period, involuntarily, because the droid scanned her for vital functions and other health-related issues. It made him think that maybe he was checking way too much, but, on the other hand, he wanted to use it for nothing but good things.

She returned to her quarters that day with a hand over her stomach, her cramps getting worse with every minute. She plopped onto her bed, wondering what to do to relieve the pain, when minutes later she heard a robotic voice in front of her door.

"An order!"

"Order?" she said to herself, then stood up reluctantly to open the door. As soon as she did that, a droid came inside with a tray, then set it on her nightstand. She saw some food and a cup, but didn't take the time to study it as she was absolutely disoriented.

"What is this?"

"I was ordered to deliver it here," the robotic voice replied.

"What? Are you sure it's for me?" she asked as droids never delivered anything not work related to anyone other than the highest officers. She was a subordinate who had to take care of it herself... And she certainly didn't ask for a droid to send her food.

"Y/N Y/L/N," it replied. "The order was for: Y/N Y/L/N."

The droid rolled out of the room, leaving her flabbergasted. Who ordered the food for her, when she clearly didn't do it?

She sat down again and took a look on the tray. A hot beverage and a dessert of some sort, one she hadn't even seen before, one that was definitely not available for people her rank. Its smell was sweet, fruity, almost ambrosial, almost intoxicating...

She brought the cup to her lips and another scent, a familiar one this time, reached her nostrils. She took a sip.

A bitter taste. Tarine tea.

Lots of people in the First Order enjoyed it, since it was as bitter as their personalities, but there were not so many people who could order it whenever they wanted. If there was anyone who could...

It was the General.

She really hoped it was from him. It would mean he did think about her and her hopes would be restored... She promised herself she would ask him about it when he comes back - the curiosity was stronger than the fear of being ridiculed.

But it had to be him. The tarine tea, the luxurious dessert... The only question was whether it was a coincidence or he somehow knew she was having a bad day. All in all, the hot tea and the delicious dessert - the most delicious one she's ever tasted - made her pain much more easier to endure.

Hux came back after three more days, definitely ready to meet Y/N again. He was sincerely happy to see her, despite the fact that she was talking to that bloody engineer yet again. He began talking to one of the officers just to wait for her to finish, and then almost bumped into her on purpose.

"Now, what is this?" he asked, acting as if she was the one who provoked the encounter. "Staring at your commander instead of working?"

She smiled widely. She missed him, and even though she imagined him next to herself every night, it was nothing compared to seeing him in reality.

"My apologies, sir. It's just good to see you again," she said sincerely and his face twitched. She could see he was trying his best not to smile back.

"Come to my office with the reports today," he said, although both of them knew very well there were no reports to give him. "I want all of the reports from when I was gone," he added loudly for passing employees to hear.

She suppressed the next smile carefully. "Certainly, sir."

He was about to walk past her to resist staring at her ponytail yet again, but stopped just a step away.

"Immediately after your shift," he added harshly, and she just bowed her head in response, excitement taking over her whole body.

Never has she ever anticipated the end of her shift as much as that day. She entered his office with much more confidence than before. It was still the same: dark, shiny... And a free chair in front of his desk was waiting for her.

"Good evening, sir," she greeted him, going a step further in losing their professionalism.

"A good evening indeed," he replied to her, giving her a glance from above his datapad. How could this not be a good evening, when she was there and this time he was sure the Supreme Leader won't disturb him?

"Why are you not sitting?" he asked after a while, seeing with the corner of his eye that she was still up and with her hands behind her back.

"I was waiting for your permission, sir," she replied in an obvious tone.

He couldn't believe he forgot himself so easily. She wasn't the same as in his fantasties, when they had dropped the professional customs a long time ago... In reality, it was better to let go of them one at a time, and not all of them. He took a deep breath, because he knew that what he was about to say was risky, to say the least.

"Let's say you can sit here without my permission from now on."

Y/N raised her eyebrows, but then grinned immediately.

"Thank you," she said as she took her seat, and he let himself show her the smallest of smiles, in spite of his eyes still being focused on the datapad.

"What's with your sudden change of hairstyles?" he continued to inquire, as another ponytail sparked unspoken scenes in his head.

"Buns hurt my scalp a lot, they cause migraines... I wanted to minimise the pain and still look professional, so I switched to ponytails," she explained, unsure whether she was going to be scolded.

"Efficient," he nodded his head to himself. "I can appreciate that."

"Learning from the best, sir."

He rolled his eyes.

"We've had a talk about ass-lickers, Y/L/N."

"I'm simply repaying for your kindness to me."

He simply shook his head while she adored his jawline for the thousandth time, not turning away from the screen.

"Untie your hair now if it hurts."

She didn't even ask if he was being hurt. She gladly grabbed the hairtie and pulled it off while he was stealing careful glances of her, loving the sight of her hair falling to her sides, her hand going through it to style it.

"How have things been here during my absence?"

"The ship has been take..."

"I already know about the ship," he cut her off and looked her straight in the eye. "I'm asking about you."

She felt as though a flutter of butterflies appeared in her stomach and flew up to her chest, making it harder to breathe.

"Oh... I've been very well. Someone took care of me."

Hux froze for a moment.

So it was time for that talk.

"Who did?" he asked as though he had no idea what she was talking about.

"I don't know, they didn't reveal themselves." She shrugged. "But I was having a bad day and all of sudden, tea and dessert is in my quarters, and I already feel better..."

He swallowed hard. He hadn't planned whether he was going to reveal himself. On one hand, he didn't want her to think it was anyone else other than him... On the other, he shouldn't have surprised her at all, it being against the rules.

That was the constant conflict in him, which was building up to insane amounts of frustration. He did want her, but he still wasn't sure how much of it he could show.

"Well, someone must do care about your well-being," he said in a diplomatic tone, although he had an inkling she already knew.

"I wish I knew who it was, sir," she replied in a way that left him without doubts.

Yes. She definitely knew.

He cleared his throat, not looking at her and proceeded to act as if the conversation hadn't happened.

"In the meantime... I suppose you haven't eaten dinner today."

"I haven't eaten at all, actually," she confessed, which made him look at her with disappointment.

"Tsk. You act like a kid, Y/L/N."

"Oh, I beg your pardon, General." She crossed her arms on her chest. "I'm just a hard-worker. No breakfast means at least twenty more minutes."

This was, in fact, a lie. She hadn't eaten breakfast that day to start earlier, and to finish earlier... To see him earlier.

"Any worker is useless if they're a dead worker," he almost hissed, hiding sincere worry behind a very unspecific statement. "Enough of that. What would you like to eat?"

"I haven't seen what is on the menu today yet..."

"You and I both know very well you're not eating with others today."

This was bold, but Hux didn't even care. He made her feel warmth travelling up from her abdomen and spreading throughout her whole body. She would love to get rid of her uniform at the moment, for a number of reasons.

"Wow, I've never had the luxury of choosing..." she said, her eyes wide.

"Shall I choose something, then? You may be surprised."

"Yes, you choose, sir," she replied eagerly, wondering what he'll choose just for her. "Judging just by this office, I dare say we have similar taste."

"Y/L/N..." he said with a warning in his tone and she already knew what he was talking about.

"I'm not kissing up to you." She raised her arms in surrender. "It's a fact. I do like a lot of things that... Concern you. I mean, sir."

Oh, what she did to him with these words. He was forgetting all the professional matters... Because she indirectly admitted to liking him.

He had his coat on, and this situation was way too hot for a coat.

He stood up to remove it. "The food should take a moment."

He put the coat on the back of his chair and hissed suddenly. Y/N noticed how he frowned, and then closed his eyes for a second, apparently waiting for some pain to stop.

"Are you feeling unwell, sir?" she asked with clear worry in her voice. "Maybe I should call a medic for you."

"It's simply back pain. Nothing worth calling the medics for," he replied in spite of the fact that the pain did bother him a lot. However, Hux wasn't keen on showing weakness - he was the General, after all. Something as trivial as a back pain shouldn't affect him.

"Maybe I can help," Y/N suggested, and then immediately regretted she hadn't thought it through. It was, unfortunately, too late.

"You?" He raised his eyebrows, still standing.

"I do sit in front of the console all day. I know a thing or two about back pain..." She unknowingly touched her own neck. "And I learned some techniques to get rid of it."

"And how would you help me?"

She took a deep breath. She couldn't back out now, even though she was absolutely terrified of speaking the next words.

"I can... Try to use a massage technique on you, sir," she tried to say that as delicately as possible, but it still aware of how it all sounded. "Only if you'd like that, of course."

No, she did not. She did not just offer a massage to her superior.

Hux found himself in an impossible situation. He could not decline, not when he'd desired her so badly, not when he'd wanted her to touch him first and she just offered that herself. At the same time, he could not accept. It would break so many borders, the professionalism, the work ethics, and the barriers between them...

He looked her in the eye, and that was when it became clear he wouldn't be able to resist. He just needed to figure our how to calm down when she will touch him...

"I suppose it would not hurt to try... As long as you know what you're doing."

They had no idea it was this moment - the beginning of something that would not be possible to undone.

"I do, I promise."

Hux didn't need any more acts of persuasion. He slowly sat down again, taking a deep breath and still questioning his decision, even though pure excitement was flowing through him.

He lowered the back of his chair, moved it to the side of the desk and then sat down, still trying to process what was actually happening. Y/N did think she was dreaming, too, especially when she took slow steps to position herself behind him, and then took off her gloves to put them on one of the shelves next to her.

"Where does it hurt the most, sir?" she asked carefully before doing anything.

"The neck."

She nodded to herself, then sighed for courage. Here goes nothing.

The moment her hands touched his shoulders, he was hopeless. He immediately gave into her touch as she moved towards the back of his neck, and then slipped her fingers a bit underneath his collar to begin drawing small circles, pushing slightly into his skin.

He saw stars, and not the ones behind his window. One of his dreams was coming true as she carefully moved her fingers in the right spots, almost like she knew exactly where to knead. Bliss has completely taken over him: she could try to kill him then and there, and he wouldn't even defend himself.

The reality kicked back in a little when he let out a sigh, the one of bliss and pleasure. He realised it was really happening... And despite everything, he wasn't going to stop her.

She moved her hands a bit lower under the material of the uniform, sending ripples of warmth through his entire body. He let out a grunt, forcing new sensations inside of her; she imagined him sound like that in kind of a different situation... But the sole fact that she was bare skin already made her feel tingling in her stomach.

"Is it still alright? Does it hurt, sir?"

"Yes," he breathed out, this time having to stifle a small moan as she spread her fingers wider, kneading harder. He was glad she couldn't see his face.

Her face, however, didn't look much different. She could feel each and every breath he was taking, and this made her imagine his bare chest, heaving while she was gracing him with more pleasure.

"Then it's working."

She kept on kneading, sometimes pressing harder on purpose, just to hear another noise from him. He tried to suppress them at first, only to decide a moment later that it was no use.

Her hands had already become hot from massaging, so when she touched the cold part of his shoulders, his eyes rolled back.

"Y/N, for..."

She stopped in her tracks.

"You know... My name?" she asked in disbelief and he wanted to hit his own forehead. Saying her name was one step too far.

"I shouldn't have used it," he murmured as an indirect apology, but she wasn't offended at all.

"I see where this comes from, but... Only I've heard it," she explained, still with her hands on his shoulders, unmoving. "And I will not tell a soul," she added in a whisper.

Hux became completely defenceless when he felt her breath on his ear.

"I can call you by your name..." he began hesitantly, "...but this has to be kept between us."

"Obviously, sir."

He hesitated once again.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but... You can drop the sir when we're alone."

This made her extremely happy. And to think not so long ago he corrected her every time she missed it...

Y/N moved to stand in front of him and see his face and, just like that, they were both completely lost in the eyes of one another.

"Can I know your name, then?" she asked, pushed by happiness and curiosity. It really was a special evening - otherwise she would have never dared to ask.

"Armitage," he revealed and her face lit up. She knew he had to really trust her to say thar, and she valued that.

"I like it," she admitted. "And before you say it - I'm not kissing up."

"You're always kissing up," Hux replied, allowing himself a small smile to tease her.

"It's not my fault you..."

There came an alert that someone was behind the door. Y/N almost jumped away from the General and quickly sat back on her chair.

"Come in!" he called, having immediately changed his tone.

It was only a droid. It finally brought the food - and the tea - Hux had ordered for the two of them. When the droid left, he remembered to lock the door, and both of them sighed with relief.

"Should I continue?" Y/N asked carefully, eager to get her hands back on him despite the amazingly smelling dishes the droid had set on his desk.

Of course he wanted her to continue... But who knew what could happen if there really was no one to distrub them now? When it came to her, he didn't trust his own willpower.

"You've helped enough. Let's eat for now. You must be hungry, right?" he said as he remembered the story about her breakfast.

This took her by surprise. He... He really did care about her. She could feel it, she could see it, and he confirmed it with his words.

"I'm... You're... I'm really grateful for everything you've done for me." She said truthfully. "I don't know how to repay you."

He could think of a way which he wouldn't dare mention aloud.

"Let's just say you'll help me with my back pain from time to time."

"Happily," she replied sincerely, promising herself that she'd prepare better for the next time.

Together, they ate one of the most delicious dinners Y/N has ever tasted. They talked more freely this time, discussing all topics from the machines and technology to the trivial matters like taste in food, but had yet to get used to using each other's names.

Time passed incredibly fast when you were spending it with someone you liked, and the two of them were no exception. It was really late when Hux noticed she constantly covered her mouth to hide her yawns.

"You're tired," he said quietly, watching her rub her eye quickly.

"I'm not going to lie to you..." She sighed. "I had a lot of work today, yes. And all of that food made me sleepy..."

"Then as much as I enjoy conversing with you," he interrupted, "you should retire to your quarters."

Despite her sleepiness, she mustered a smile.

"You do? And suddenly I'm not kissing up again?"

He shook his head like a disappointed father, smuggling a smile as well.

"I may have let you use my name, but I'm still your superior, Y/N."

"Oh, so does it hurt the great General Hux if he gets teased a little?" She grinned.

He gave her another smile.

"I don't know why I let you get away with this."

She leaned in his chair towards him, finding herself quite close to his face. They stayed like this for a moment, both enjoying the view.

"I dare say you're fond of me. Just a little."

Or a lot, he thought.

"So go back to your room before I change my mind," he replied as there was no use in denying her claims. Not after that evening.

She stood up, her eyes never leaving his, and walked up to the door with a mischievous grin.

"Have a good night, sir," she teased.

He sighed heavily. "I might get you kicked out of the ship soon."

"And lose your back pain support? You would never."

Of course he wouldn't. And he didn't want her to leave the office, either, but he could see the tiredness taking over her whole body.

She finally left the room, but never his thoughts. When he was in his own bed minutes later, his bare back pushed into silky sheets, his mind replayed the memories of her hands on him.

The sheets were pleasant to feel, but it was nothing compared to her skin. Why couldn't she be there, still caressing his back, or maybe something else...

As she fell onto her mattress minutes later, she was thinking about him, too. Had she not been so tired, she would've never left, and she would've finished the massage right. Yet at the moment she didn't even feel like showering, her eyes closing uncontrollably as she revived the memories of him in her head.

Her room was almost completely dark. She fought with herself not to fall asleep immediately... And then she brought her hand to her nose.

It smelled like him. It was the mix of his own, individual scent she couldn't really describe and the one that lingered on the material of his uniform... She guessed it must have been some kind of cologne, which made her senses tingle. The scent woke her up immediately.

She gulped as she remembered the noises he made, and wondered what she could do to hear them again, maybe even more of them. He was really good at hiding them... Except for that one time he accidentally spoke her name, so she knew she had the power to make him forget himself.

Oh, to have the power over the General... It excited her greatly, and the heat she felt between her legs only confirmed it.

She stood up quickly to take off her uniform and then plopped onto her bed again, completely naked. What would he do if he saw her like that...? A part of her truly wished to find out.

She brought her hand to her nostrils again and couldn't resist. Laying on her back, she took a deep breath, then put her hand between her thighs, beginning to move her fingers in circular motions.

"Look what you made me do," she whispered to herself, breathing heavily. "Forgive me, Armitage."

Although she knew it was unmoral, she was unable to stop - so, inevitably, she slipped two fingers into herself.

The very same fingers were bare the next day as Y/N came to a terrifying conclusion: she had left her gloves in the General's office. There was no time for her to get new ones as she had already overslept a little, having spent a part of her night on quiet pleasure. She barely got out of the shower and went straight to work, hoping no one would notice her uncomplete uniform.

To make things worse, General did notice her gloves on his shelf when he was about to leave his office in the morning. He smiled to himself as he picked them up, then hid in the pockets of his coat as if they were his trophy. He was so going to tease her and to use this situation to his advantage... And have yet another excuse to see her.

"Y/N, your gloves are missing," Malia whispered to her friend as they sat down by their consoles.

"Shush! I know," Y/N replied in a hushed tone, glancing around to check if anyone was listening in. "I'm just hoping no one will notice, okay?"

"That may be difficult..." Malia looked somewhere behind Y/N with wide eyes. "General Hux is heading this way right now," she added in a whisper.

Shivers ran down Y/N's spine. She knew what was coming and she didn't dare check if he was really somewhere behind her. She expected she would not hear the end of it... And it was somehow thrilling.

"What is this? Where are your gloves, Y/L/N?"

His voice made her experience another shiver. She remembered last night again, both the part with him and without him, and the fantasies came back with full force.

She turned to look at him, knowing very well her body is going to face the consequences.

It took Hux unknown amounts of willpower not to smirk at her face. Both of them knew exactly what was going on, yet they had to make this a play-pretend.

"I... Must've misplaced them, sir. I apologise," she said quickly, trying to use her eyes to somehow tell him: You know very well.

He was having way too much fun to stop.

"This is unacceptable," he said in his usual cold tone. "You will be given a punishment."

Finally, he got the opportunity to give her the "punishment" and she knew very well he wasn't going to give it up. The sole thought of what he was going to do her, or make her do, was intoxicating.

"I expect you in my office an hour after your shift," he added strictly, drunk on the power he had at the moment, especially with her gloves still in his pocket.

"Yes, sir. Understood."

After that, he walked away, extremely happy with himself, already awaiting the end of the day.

"You're in trouble," said Malia.

"I know," Y/N replied, trying to look worried, even though she knew the only trouble she was going to have was with resisting her own desire.

"How could you forget the gloves?" Malia continued and her friend just sighed, hiding a smile.

"You wouldn't believe me."

Hux made sure not to speak to Y/N again so he wouldn't need to hide any more smiles. He left them for his office, where he was waiting for her slouched in his chair, his coat gone, his fingers playing with the datapad and making sure no one will bother him.

When she stood in front of him once again, he was sure it was going to be a good night.

"I'm here to receive the punishment, sir," she said with her head hung low as she tried not to laugh. Her hair was already untied.

"Now, don't pretend you're so innocent," Hux responded, shaking his head and pretending to be mad at her. "I told you I might kick you out of the ship and you're doing this..."

"Oh, you wouldn't." Y/N looked up at him with a smirk, forgetting about her act. "Look how boring you'd have it without me."

"Don't worry about my boredom. The moment Kylo Mostowiak comes here, I will have no moment of peace."

She sighed. "Yes, I know Kylo is like that..."

This took Hux by surprise. He raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean you know?"

Y/N took a deep breath, considering her next words. She knew the General wasn't Ren's biggest fan, to be fair, not many people were.

"We've been... Friends at some point, if you can say he has friends. I got to know him thanks to my parents. Of course, I haven't seen him in a while, but we're on good terms, I dare say."

Hux barely stopped himself from spitting. This was the first flaw he had found in Y/N, and he certainly didn't expect it to be connected with someone he loathed.

"Friends with Ren. Now I want to punish you even more."

"Oh, come on." Y/N rolled her eyes at him. "You already know I'm not like him."

She was right, that's why he wasn't going to push the subject of Ren any longer. He wasn't going to let him ruin his, as Hux hoped, pleasant evening.

"And he's the last person I'd like to talk about." The General sat up straight in his chair. "So, back to you and your gloves... Or lack thereof."

He pulled out said gloves out of his pocket with a triumphant smile, and it made her jaw drop.

"You! You've had them all the time, you..."

"Me what? What are you going to call me?" He sneered. "It's you who will have to win them back."

"Win?"

"What would you do to make me give them back to you?"

Y/N looked him up and down, then swallowed hard. She did feel more comfortable with him, but she didn't know if she had the courage to say what she was really thinking at that moment.

"Lots of things," she whispered eventually, averting her eyes from him.

Even though she didn't suggest anything sexual, he did feel her response below his belt, his imagination going outrageous yet again.

"But I can offer you a massage again," she added after a moment of very tense silence. "I... Came prepared today."

This intrigued him greatly.

"In what way?"

"If you allow me... I will use oils." She took out a small bottle out of her pocket. "But you will need to take off your shirt," she added, gulping as she had no idea how he would react.

Was it also an orchestrated scheme to see some of his body?

Maybe.

Lust has fully taken over his thoughts. He didn't even think about the fact it would be wrong anymore: he wanted that so badly, he wanted her.

"I can consider that..." he began carefully "...but we cannot do it here."

"Where, then?"

Hux shoved her gloves back into the pocket of his trousers and then tapped a button next to his desk - he locked the door. After that, he stood up and placed his hand on the wall behind him. There was a buzz and the shelves moved aside, revealing a secret door. He entered a code and it slid open, uncovering a new room.

"Come," he said shortly, beckoning her to follow him.

She obeyed, shoving the bottle back into her pocket. Once she crossed the threshold, the door closed behind her automatically, and she took in her surroundings in awe.

They were in a large room, even larger than the office. The floor was as shiny as all the other surfaces like the cabinets and the table, which was placed next to a couch, two armchairs and two small ottomans. All of that was standing on a wide rug. Everything was black, from the funiture to the ceiling, and the lighting was very dim, slightly reddish. There was no window, but an extra door to the right - to his bedroom, she suspected.

"Wow," she breathed out for that it was all she could think about at the moment.

"You see what you get when you're not insufferable, Y/N?" he said with a confident smile and she sent him an identical one.

"You love me being insufferable, Armitage," she retorted, but he only heard his name, loving how it sounded in her voice.

She was right.

Hux walked towards the table and unbuckled the belt around his waist - he would have never done this if he had not been devoured by lust. After that, he began slowly unbuttoning his shirt, letting her watch each and every move. She really regretted she couldn't do it herself, but that would be scandalous...

As if the whole situation wasn't scandalous already.

He finished the unbuttoning and quickly took his shirt off, then put it neatly on the table as she stood there and watched.

This was so hot.

Was he muscular? No, not so much, he was actually rather thin, but there was something about his broad shoulders and clean chest, and the veins on his neck and forearms...

When Hux finally turned to look at her, he smirked at her open mouth.

"You look like you've never seen a man without a shirt before."

"Ugh, why do all men think that?" She rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms. "To feel special?"

"So why are you staring?"

"Wouldn't you stare if I took my shirt off?"

"Would you take your shirt off?"

She bit her tongue so as not to say yes immediately, the silence getting even more tense then ever before. He got her bad, but she wasn't going to let him win this easily... That's why she quickly changed the subject.

"Why do you have all of this," she indicated the furniture, "if you don't invite anyone back here?"

"How do you know?"

"Female intuition." She shrugged, looking around. "It's sterile clean around here."

"Because I do not tolerate disorder, Y/N," he said, his smile long gone. "And that's why you'd better win your gloves back."

These words had a clear meaning: Come here and do what you promised.

He sat on the ottoman in front of the armchair, leaving her to take the latter. She rolled up her sleeves, took out the bottle and opened it carefully.

"Before I put it on, then... Do you like the scent?" she asked as she passed him the bottle so he could examine it.

"What does it do?" he asked as he looked at the bottle and smelled it. It was a slightly sweet scent, but a spicy one at the same time.

"Warm you up. And warmth cures."

"I hope so."

"Shall I begin, then?"

He passed her the bottle, giving her permission at the same time. He just couldn't wait any longer; he was bursting with excitement, anticipating the first touch so badly as though he'd never been touched before, which wasn't far from truth.

Y/N rubbed the oil into her hands and it already tingled her, and she couldn't wait to grace him with the same sensation.

Her hands grabbed his shoulders and he let out a sigh, at the same time letting out some of the nerves he was having. It happened, the bare skin touched the bare skin, and it was just the beginning.

Her fingers started to knead in all the right places yet again, the oil adding to the sensation, warming each touch. He closed his eyes immediately, giving into the bliss.

"Where did you learn all of this?"

"I wanted to become a medic at some point. Studied for it a bit," she explained briefly. "But after my parent's death... I decided I wanted to be like them."

He didn't have a response to this, but he had no reason to doubt her words as she skilfully got rid of every ounce of pain in his back.

"Does your neck still hurt the most?"

"Everything does."

She chuckled.

"Didn't expect you to be so needy."

"You want the gloves back?" he asked, giving her a glance. "I'm sure you do."

"And I'm the insufferable one out here?" she asked, outraged, kneading him even harder on purpose, which he clearly liked. "I wish I could record you so you'd hear yourself..."

"You hearing me will suffice," he replied as he suppressed a small moan when her hands reached between his shoulder blades.

"I do like... Hearing you," she admitted, craving to hear something from him to confirm he was getting the pleasure. "And I suppose no one but me can hear you in here, so... Don't restrain yourself," she added, hoping to get another grunt of him as she pressed her hand further into his skin.

"Giving me orders already?" he turned to glance at her again. "You're getting too comfortable," he tried to scold her, but the pleasure he was experiencing made him sound completely unscary.

"I'm not the one being massaged here," she retorted. "Besides, isn't it normal? Being comfortable around someone you like..."

"I do not like many," he cut her off, then grunted as he heard a quiet snap in his spine.

"I figured that, but..." She moved even closer to him, her chest almost touching his bare back, and leaned over his right shoulder to turn her head towards his face. "Do you like me?"

He turned his head to the side to look into her eyes. Even in the dim, reddish light of the room he could see how hopeful she was, and how much she wanted to move even closer, despite their noses almost touching already.

Their hearts were racing, minds both reliving the moments they only imagined being this close in their respectful bedrooms, and then doing the unspoken...

They were devoured by complete silence, cut off only by some electronics buzzing somewhere in the distance. They could hear their heavy breaths becoming louder with each second, not averting their eyes from one another. If the atmosphere around them had a colour, it would be bright red, just like the details of the ship's interior.

Hux cleared his throat. He knew there was no use in lying, she could see his eyes clouded with need and affection, she knew how he acted under her touch... And stars, she was so beautiful.

"More than I'd like to admit," he said quietly.

Unknown sensations took over her body; there was burning in all of her veins, she could hear her heart pounding as though it was trying to rip her chest apart. Euphoria was flowing through her along with desire as she inched closer to him.

"Armitage," she managed to breathe out, "I..."

However, she didn't manage to tell him how much she liked him, too. She found herself even closer to him, her hot hands still on his skin... And their lips found each other, and nothing else mattered anymore.

Both were too lost in the moment to know who initiated the kiss, but once it happened, Hux immediately seized the initiative. He turned his whole body towards her and cupped her face in his big hands, pulling her even closer. The days of yearning finally came to a blissful finish.

She was sitting a bit higher than him, but it wasn't a problem for someone as tall as Hux. He pushed her further into the armchair as she kept her hands on his back to have anything to hold onto. The kiss deepened, and neither of them tried to stop the other before opening their mouths slightly. He traced her lower lip with his thumb before licking it ever so delicately, making her gasp. There was a short moment for words, but they didn't use it, too breathless to utter anything.

Y/N trailed her hand down his bare chest as he propped himself up on the armchair, then used his other arm to hold her waist. His tongue slipped into her mouth as his mind tried to persuade him he wasn't dreaming, and she whimpered underneath him.

She wanted to get rid of her uniform so badly, sure she's going to go crazy if she doesn't - as if all of that wasn't crazy enough. Overcome by lust, she was about to ask him to do it when she suddenly got another idea. Tracing her hand down his chest, she finally found his pocket and tried to put her hand inside, when...

"Now," he broke off the kiss to look her in the eye, grabbing her wrist, "where are you putting that little hands of yours?"

"I just want to get my gloves back..."

"By touching your superior that way?" he said as if he didn't enjoy every second of it, going back for another kiss she eagerly responded to. To the two of them, the whole galaxy had already disappeared, and they didn't care about anything other than the person they were kissing.

"How many more kisses it will take, then?" she asked with a smirk as he placed an unexpected kiss on her jaw.

"As many," he pecked her, "as I want."

The look he gave her that moment - full of desire, authority and affection at the same time - set her abdomen on fire. The wish to undress came back with full force; she used one hand to grab his nape and bring him back on her lips as her other arm led his to her belt, hoping he'll get the hint.

He did, and began unbuckling it without his lips leaving hers as she tried to reach for the gloves once more, when...

A call pierced the air. Yet again.

Breathless, they jumped away from each other so abruptly the airmchair jumped with them. Hux stood up immediately and walked to a panel next to the hidden door, then pushed a button to take just the voice call.

"General Hux, it's urgent," came a male voice. "We've just got the information that Kylo Ren will be approaching the ship. He demands information we've collected over the last few days ready for tomorrow morning."

No, not him. Not the damned Kylo Ren destroying one of the best moments of his life.

"That son of a..." Hux uttered under his breath, clearly furious. "Get everyone to prepare the reports. I want this over quickly."

"Yes, sir. Sending the order immediately."

The call ended and Hux turned his head to look at Y/N again... This time, sober. She was still breathing as heavily as him, putting her belt back in place. Everything changed so suddenly that it was almost impossible to believe in what they were doing mere moments ago. The need was still in the air... But they both knew they couldn't give in again.

"I... I suppose I have to take care of the reports, too," she said hesitantly, fixing her uniform.

He didn't want her to go - he wanted her to stay there, just so they could finish what they started... However, he knew how suspicious it would be when everyone was busy with their reports and she wasn't.

"Yes, you should," he said quietly, not in an orderly, but more of a disappointed tone.

The magic of the moment had officially been gone, but the adrenaline was still rushing through them - they didn't realise what they had done just yet. Y/N walked up to him and cupped his face with one hand just to kiss him one last time, using the distraction to snatch the gloves from his pocket. This brought a smile to his face for a short moment.

"You little...!"

"Did I win the gloves now?" she asked with a smirk and he had to accept defeat.

"Yes." He sighed. "But beware... You may lose something again soon."

She smiled widely.

"I look forward to it."

It was not until Y/N walked out of his office when she realised what had just happened. The bright lights of the corridor took her back to reality as she understood she had just made out with her superior, and - judgding by what she felt in her pants - it aroused her greatly.

"What did I do, stars, what did I do?" she whispered to herself, guilt washing over her. This should have never happened - her parents, were they alive, would denounce her.

Why something so delightful happened to be so wrong...?

She knew she had to calm down as quickly as possible. Firstly, she suspected that once the General comes to his senses too, he will regret it and probably order her to forget about it. Second of all, Kylo Ren was about to show up soon... And that man could read thoughts.

She worked on the reports with everyone else, trying to forget about Hux, about Armitage... Even though it was simply impossible.

The next morning she almost overslept yet again, having spent almost the entire nignt on recalling the memories from his room. She wanted to be there again with all her heart, even when her insides drowned with guilt and disappointment, as for some reason she was sure he would never want to speak of it again.

"You're late. Hux is going to kill you," Malia said as she watched Y/N take her seat.

Mentioning the General didn't help her at all, despite her knowing she'd meet him that day one way or another.

"Is he? He isn't here either."

"He was there just..."

Malia's words were cut off by shouting. Soon, General Hux and Kylo Mostowiak in his dark glory appeared on the bridge, apparently in the middle of a heated argument.

"Here he comes," Y/N whispered to herself, bracing herself to meet both men since she had to stand up and talk to the engineers. On her way to meet up with them, she almost bumped straight into the arguing men.

"You are in no place to tell me a... Y/N?" Kylo trailed off, immediately forgetting about the dispute when he saw a familiar face.

"Long time no see," she replied with a small smirk, trying not to look at the General.

He did take a look. Her gloves were back on her hands, her hair in a ponytail... And she was back on his mind, as if she wasn't there the entire night, giving him pleasure solely in his imagination.

"I take it you two know each other," Hux interjected.

"Yes, we've been friends. Must be a foreign concept to you, Hux, right?" Kylo spit at him as the General gritted his teeth. If only Ren knew about last night...

"Kylo, give it a break," she said, pretending to be irritated, when in fact she just wanted to defend Hux.

"You've... Changed." Kylo looked her up and down, causing Hux to avert his eyes in anger.

"You too. I believe it's called maturing," she said confidently, causing Hux to chuckle.

Kylo narrowed his eyes at her. "But you're still as annoying as before..."

"That's the only thing we can agree on," Hux interjected, leaving Y/N to finally look at him, betrayal in her eyes.

"General!" she exclaimed in disbelief and he quickly looked away from her.

"She's been giving you a hard time?" Kylo smirked. "I'm content, in that case."

Hux gulped.

A hard time in his pants, for sure.

"Kylo Ren. As charming as ever." She shook her head. "I'm off to work, if you'll excuse me," she added, unsure for how long she'll control herself next to Hux. She knew Ren could use his mind reading abilities at will, and she definitely didn't want him to see what she was thinking about.

She walked off towards the engineers, unaware the General was already planning their next meeting, and had been ever since their parting. Sadness took over her again; all of the darkest scenarios arose in her, including the one in which he takes her for a whore who wants to sleep with her boss.... Even if they both wanted that.

At the end of her shift he asked her to come to his office yet again and this time, she didn't anticipate it at all, even worse, she was dreading it.

Standing in front of him, she could hear her heartbeat again, but this time the heart was rushing for no good reason. She didn't dare look him in the eye; it was all too much for her.

Hux stood with his coat on, behind the desk, but he was going to change that quickly. He didn't want to be seperated from her... Not after being so close.

They stayed in silence for a moment, but she couldn't stand it.

"Where is Kylo?" she asked casually to say anything.

"He had left already," Hux replied truthfully, slowly walking towards her. "Got what he wanted. At least he won't be bothering me for a while."

She nodded in response as he positioned himself just inches from her, right in front of his desk. Her head was hung low and he wondered why she looked so resigned.

"What is wrong?" he asked, frowning, imagining it was Ren who'd made her upset.

"We have to talk, haven't we?" Her words were unsure, quiet, as if she didn't want them to be said.

"Yes, we need to... Discuss yesterday's events."

"And I know what you'll say." She let out a sigh. "This should not have happened and we should forget about it. I understand."

Hux, surprised, put a hand under her chin and made her look up at him. "Quite the contrary."

"What?" She raised her eyebrows.

He chose his words carefully, because he didn't want to scare her. He partially knew what he wanted to say to her as he'd been planning it at night, and he had come up with a decision... Ren's visit only made him more sure of it.

"I didn't plan anything that happened yesterday... But I don't regret it."

"I don't, either," she said quickly. "I'm just... I know you're my superior and it shouldn't be like this. If someone knew..."

"We should be keeping this private, yes," he interrupted her. "But even if someone finds out, I am the General here. I'm not going to let some subordinates control my life. If I want something, I have it. And for now, I want to do all we did again."

These words were bold, but he didn't care anymore. Y/N parted her lips, yet no sound came out of them as she stared at the man in front of her, conflicted and confused.

"The question remains..." He looked down for a moment. "How do you feel about me?"

She got goosebumps solely from these words. This had to be another one of her dreams, how else could you explain what was happening? She knew very well how she felt about him, and now that he was willing to risk it all... She was about to do it, too.

She raised her head confidently, looking into his eyes. "I want you."

That was all he needed to fall for her completely. Suddenly, rationalism was lost again, and his hands found their way to her face to pull her into a passionate kiss once more. Every doubt from her head gone, she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing back like there was no tomorrow.

They got so lost in the moment they didn't even think about getting interrupted again. She pressed her body to his, pushing him towards the desk, which he hit with his bottom.

"And what was that for?" he muttered between the desire-filled kisses, making her giggle.

"You didn't defend me in front of Kylo today... I suppose I am being a little bit too nice about it..."

"You deserved it," he replied without hesitation.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, breaking off the kiss to look at him in disbelief.

"And I simply tried not to let him know what I really think of you..."

"And that would be? Tell me..."

"I can show you."

It made her blood boil, the way he rasped that, the way he gazed at her while doing so, his features lit up from the side only.

He sat down on his spotless, shiny desk and grabbed her hips, causing her to let out gasp. Even her fantasies weren't as hot as this - well, maybe except for the fact she was still dressed.

He had no problem in picking her up and guiding her to sit in his lap, forcing her to spread her legs. He moved his lips to her neck as her hands started roaming his body, trying to get the coat off of him as fast as possible, her hips moving sligthly in the process.

A moan, followed by a hot breath tingling the sensitive skin of her neck escaped his mouth after she'd moved even closer to him. Enchanted by the sound, she moved back and forth once again to be rewarded with a next one. He pulled her collar to have better access to her neck, making her breathless, but still with enough power to rub herself against him once more.

And then she felt it; something poking against her mound, definitely not his knee. She looked down, smirking.

"Excited?" she whispered, eventually throwing his coat onto the desk.

"Aren't you?" he responded, the hot breath sending shivers down her spine. She let out a chuckle again, beginning to sweat.

"Then let me do that again..."

So she did, making him bite her just a little out of shock. She whimpered in response, wondering what someone would think if they heard them. Thank the Galaxy Kylo was gone...

She began rocking her hips back and forth, grunts escaping his lips as she picked up the pace to generate more friction. It was all through the material of their uniforms, but it was enough to make both of them go crazy. He was gasping for air, and then putting his lips back on the neck, searching for better places to leave marks. Even in the midst of realising how far his lips had gone, she couldn't resist teasing him.

"They're going to notice if you leave something there..."

"Not if you wear your uniform properly for once, Y/L/N." He smiled against her skin, squeezing her sides.

"Oh, you're in for a war," she snapped back at him, stifling a moan of pleasure as he licked what he'd just bit.

"We are in the middle of a war, glad you've noticed, subordinate..."

"Subordinate?" she repeated, her mouth agape. "It's you under me now, General," she added with determination, rocking her hips once again to feel him throb right underneath her heat. She wanted to, but couldn't blame him; she knew she was already wet herself, rubbing against him with more force.

Soon one of his hands got bored of holding her hip, so he guided it upwards and cupped her right breast, making her throw her head back and hear the pounding of her heart echo in her ears...

But it was not the pounding of her heart.

It was someone pounding on the office's locked door.

"General Hux!" Came an angry male voice from behind the door, making them jump. "It's important!"

"A moment!" Hux called back, then swore under his breath, having looked at his pants. Frustration took over him; not only did he get interrupted yet again - even if it was predictable due to his position - but also there was no way he could get rid of his erection now other than to sit by his desk, hide it underneath and pray for it to go away. He threw on his coat back, creating yet another cover.

Y/N was fixing all she could as fast as possible, glad she did have all of her uniform pieces on, but still scrambling to hide her neck. Despite Hux's words, one of the marks he'd left there did show up over the collar. That was, however, one of their smallest problems - they were both flushed and breathing heavily, and they couldn't hide that too fast.

"What do we do now?" she whispered in terror, and he, already sitting, just shook his head with his eyes closed. He realised that looking at her would only make his problem worse.

When he said that someone may find out, he meant the relationship only - not that they were having dry sex on his desk.

"Follow my lead," he ordered quietly and eventually looked her up and down one last time. Except for her reddish cheeks and slightly dishevelled hair, she seemed to look rather ordinary.

"General Hux!" The voice repeated, even angrier this time.

"Come in!"

The door opened and one of the officers went inside with two other people in tow - Y/N didn't want to look them in the eye. Despite her fears, the unexpected guests didn't even bother to glance at her.

"General, we have collected important information about the Resistance. You should take a look," he said as he passed him something Y/N didn't dare look at.

"Yes, yes, a moment..." Hux cleared his throat, then focused on her with fake anger in his eyes. "Y/L/N, I want the reports tomorrow, here at the same time," he began, suggesting something that had nothing to do with any reports, "and I want them to be finished this time or you'll be discharged."

The suggestion was way too blunt for her, so blunt she was scared the others may understand it somehow, although it was impossible.

"Yes, sir, of course. I apologise once again," she pretended, bowing her head.

"You may leave."

She passed his guests quickly and then almost ran to her quarters, still taking in what had happened with her heart racing. Firstly, she admitted her feelings to him - and he didn't reject her, secondly, everything escalated so quickly and they... They had just dry humped each other in his office. And almost got caught.

Who knew what they'd be doing now if they had not been?

It was all exciting yet terrifying at the same time, but everything that happened in the last thirty minutes meant only one thing - it was the beginning of her secret relationship with the General.

The moment she came back to her room she quickly hid the picture of her parents she kept there, feeling too embarrassed to look into their eyes - even if they weren't real. This was not what they taught her about the army...

Next, she picked up a small mirror and moved her collar aside to see her neck. And there they were, two red spots, one could be hidden easily, the other one a bit too high to be covered by the material.

"And what will I do with this, hm?" she asked herself as she knew the mark will only get darker. Again, it worried her, but on the other hand... It was thrilling to think she could be the only person having received it from him.

"Armitage, what have you done to me..." she whispered to herself, stroking her neck exactly where his lips were just minutes earlier. If he weren't the General, things would be so much easier... But there would be no thrill, and no power to get drunk on.

She unbuckled her belt, hoping to finally get rid of her uniform, but then a sigh escaped her mouth as she was still feeling the wetness between her legs.

She could, but she didn't want to finish by herself that night, not after everything that happened... It wouldn't be the same without him. That's why she just took a quick, lonely shower, wondering if her lover managed to compose himself.

Long minutes passed and she was sitting on her bed in just her underwear - she felt too hot to even put on her nightgown - with a small smile on her face, imagining what they could do the next day and trying to ignore the quiet guilt she was still experiencing.

When she decided she'd try to fall asleep, suddenly her small holoprojector, which was on her nighstand, buzzed. Surprised, she covered her body with a blanket and received the call. To her delight, the device displayed a blueish hologram of General Hux, shining over the entire room with said colour.

"I hoped you were awake," he said and she smiled at him sincerely.

"Have they left you alone already?"

"Yes, but... I don't have good news."

A knot formed in her stomach, and her smile faded instantly. She expected the worst kind of news as she hugged her knees to her chest. Did this mean his guests found out about everything?

"I have to leave tomorrow. They've found some information I have to discuss directly with... Eh, it doesn't matter. The thing is, I'll be gone for a few days, maybe more."

"Stars, you scared me." She let out a sigh. "I thought you were going to say we can't meet anymore."

"That is not going to happen." His tone changed and she could see the desire filling up his eyes again even in the grainy holo. "Once I'm back... I'll make sure not a soul interrupts."

He made her shiver again.

"Maybe..." she began, willing to suggest to visit him again right now, but quickly decided against it. "No. You should rest."

"No matter how long it is, I'll be... Thinking about you," he admitted, planting butterflies in her stomach.

"Me too," she said quietly, then her sincere smile changed to a smirk. "Although I do have something to remember you by," she moved a bit closer to the hologram to show him the two marks he'd created on her neck.

A triumphant expression washed over his face.

"Get used to it."

She let out another sigh. She knew he was saying all of this to make her fall for him even more, as if that was possible. She had to get her revenge, and quickly.

"You're reckless," she said as she covered more of herself with the blanket, bringing his attention to her body.

"You taught me this," he retorted. "Wait, are you... Are you even wearing anything?" he added as his eyes widened, noticing how she covered herself up to her neck.

She graced him with a cunning smile in response.

"Who knows?"

This was enough to make him grunt, then look down.

"Giving me new problems as soon as I've got rid of the previous ones... You'll regret this when I'm back."

"Oh, what do I do, scary General..." she teased him, making sure he couldn't see her body. "I'm so afraid... You will give me more reports to fill as punishment, boo..."

"Insufferable."

"You love me like this."

To her surprise, his cocky expression turned into a sincere one, his eyes softening for a moment.

"Maybe I do."

The pleasurable sensations returned to her, her heart beginning to race once more that day. There was no one else in the whole galaxy who could make her feel like this.

"Have a good night, Y/N," he said finally, provoking another smile on her face.

"You too. Don't die before you come back here, hm?"

He shook his head one last time.

"Will do."

The hologram disappeared and the room got devoured by darkness, leaving her a little downcast and a little excited at the same time. These next few days were going to be long.

And they were, but Hux promised himself this time he'd take care of her even better. He didn't call so as not to bring any suspicions, but he did assign a droid to look out for her, and bring her better meals straight to her quarters, along with tarine tea, the little tradition of theirs.

She noticed all of that and for the first time since losing her parents, she actually felt loved.

Thanks to all of that, she was growing more fond of him even when he wasn't there. She was also able to keep Malia, Marlen and everyone else away from the marks on her neck.

Hux was absent for eight long days, and came back early in the morning, wishing to see his lover as soon as possible. And the galaxy was in his favour that day; he practically bumped into her on his way to his own office.

Both their hearts sped up when they saw each other, the yearning they've been experiencing making them wish they could fall into each other's arms at once.

"Oh, I apologise, sir," Y/N uttered in a rush while he was doing all he could to restrain himself.

He wanted to hug her, kiss her and maybe pin her to the wall in the process - especially that the last time he saw her, she left him with an unresolved erection. Unfortunately, he wasn't allowed to do any of these things, as droids and people were passing them from time to time, busy getting to their work stations.

"Watch where you're going," was all he could say, clenching his own wrist with his other hand behind his back so as not to try to touch her.

"I will, sir."

"Come to my office with your finished reports after your shift," he added in a rush, giving her something to anticipate all day.

"Yes, sir," she replied, hiding a smile.

This day was the day Hux didn't even care how much time he spent on staring at her. The time was going agonisingly slowly while all he was thinking about was what he intented to do to her that night. He took out his frustration and impatience on some of his subordinates, what earned him a few scolding looks from Y/N. However, this behaviour was partly to make sure people would be too scared of his mood that day to disturb him.

She came to his office immediately after she'd finished, full of anticipation. He was equally impatient; the moment she came inside, he stood up to reveal the secret door once again. As soon as they found themselves in his room again, he did what he'd wanted - and pinned her to the wall to kiss her.

"Missed me?" she teased, smiling between the kisses, not minding her wrists being pinned at all.

"Judging by your response, you did, too," he said as he used one hand to take off her first glove. "Oh, why do you even need them..."

"Because you don't tolerate disorder, sir."

The sir made him swallow hard, but he didn't want to show her she could weaken him so easily.

"Few days and I've already forgotten how irritating you can be."

She rolled her eyes at him and then closed the distance between them in another kiss as he removed her other glove.

"If someone interrupts again," he said threateningly, roughly throwing the gloves to the floor, "I will kick them out of the ship."

"And what if it's the Supreme Leader?"

"It could be the Emperor himself. I'm not letting you go tonight."

She could see that his green eyes were on fire, and the reddish light of the room only added to the sensation. With bubbles of excitement in her chest, she used her now freed, bare hands to take his face in them and stroke it gently, the endorphins taking over her whole body.

"I only wonder... Why me?" she said suddenly, snapping back to reality just for a moment.

"What do you mean?" He raised his eyebrows, taking a careful step back to see her expression better while grabbing her hands in his.

"I mean you're the General. I bet there are tens if not hundreds of girls fawning over you. And this galaxy doesn't lack brothels, either."

"You think so lowly of me?"

"No, I just..." She sighed. "I know there are girls out there you could have... Who are prettier than me in every way possible."

He smirked and inched closer again, using one hand to stroke her lips with his thumb before planting another kiss.

"But none of them are as insufferable as you," he whispered with his forhead against hers, making her glare at him.

"You..."

"You're the first girl I've ever wanted," he cut her off. And these were the words that made her lose all the doubts she had, seeing in his eyes how truthful he was.

"Then have me."

This was the spark that ignited the desire of the night. The next thing Y/N knew, feverish kisses were being planted all over her face, making Hux so busy with that she had the chance to use her hands to unbuckle his belt. With that gone, she began unbuttoning his shirt, causing him to slap her hand away.

"Oh, no. You first," he ordered, breathing heavily.

"Why?"

"Because I am the General."

She wanted to retort but, at the same time, his authority turned her on even more. That's why she decided to give in, hoping it'll give him just as much fun.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, giving him goosebumps.

"Then I order you to undress."

"Don't you want to do it?"

"I have other plans," he rasped as his lips found his way to her neck once again, willing to renew the marks from before. A sudden bite made her knees weaken, and he used that to place his own knee between her legs. She let out a gasp, having trouble on focusing on her buttons.

As his lips worked wonders to send shivers through her, he was about to double the sensations. One hand was holding her waist, the other began travelling down her half-exposed chest, then beneath her waistband to eventually...

"Armitage," she gasped in surprise as he replaced his knee with his hand, cupping her mound.

"I like it when you're surprised," he said against her neck, his hot breath tickling her in the most pleasurable way.

He rubbed his finger along her panties agonisingly slow, pulling a moan out of her mouth. He smirked as he realised his finger was a bit wet.

"Already?"

It was a bit embarrassing to her, but even then she wasn't going to give up easily.

"Doesn't that mean you're doing a good job?"

The audacity.

"That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble."

She chuckled.

"I'll take my chanc... Oh, for the love of..." she trailed off as he started rubbing his whole hand in circular motions against the sheer material once again.

"Is this your first time?" he couldn't help but ask and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, so don't feel special." She tried to sound firm, but he picked up the pace, making her close her eyes. "Although... You may if I do get to finish for the first time."

"I take it as a challenge," he replied with no hesitation.

She couldn't believe she'd said that, but it couldn't be undone. And her buttons were also undone - so she threw the shirt to the floor. That made him step back to see what had been uncovered.

She was still in her bra, but it he'd been waiting for it so long it was enough for him to feel another wave of lust wash over his body. He immediately remembered the massage she'd given him and decided to get his hands on her, too.

"Maybe I should use the oil on you now..."

"Please," she breathed out, seeing hunger in his eyes.

He moved to the side and put his hand to the wall she'd been standing against all this time, opening the door right next to them.

"Go in and wait," he directed her, and she quickly obeyed.

It was his bedroom. There wasn't much there; the floor was as shiny as in the other rooms, so were the two nighstands completed with some electronics humming and buzzing quietly, emitting some reddish light. Her focus, however, was on the bed.

It could fit at least three people, she was sure, and was so tall it reached her waist. The black, silky sheets were shiny, reflecting some of the reddish light from behind the headboard and the nighstands. It was perfectly smoothed out, every inch of it, just like the black pillows. She was thinking it would be a pity to destroy his perfect order, but on the other hand, she had her insufferable reputation to live up to. She took her boots off, and then felt pleasant warmth on her back.

"Don't tell me you're too shy to lay down," she heard a whisper directly in her ear, then felt two strong, gloveless hands on her shoulders and a soft kiss on her naked shoulder.

"Didn't want to spoil your sheets."

He sighed as if he was exhausted, in spite of great energy flowing through his veins.

"I don't like it, either, but the things I do for you..."

"Oh, if it's so difficult, then maybe I should go back to my quarters..."

"Now you're in trouble."

He pushed her back slightly, so she eventually climbed onto the bed and laid down on her chest. He removed his boots as well and went after her on his knees. He lowered himself onto her bottom, opening the bottle of oil to spread some on his hands.

"Now, what's that bra for?" he asked as he saw the black-laced piece of underwear blocking a small part of her back.

She smiled to herself, willing to take it off, but decided to play the pillow princess.

"Let's see if the great General can handle opening it."

She didn't need to repeat herself. He immediately leaned over her and unclasped the bra without any problems, surprising her greatly.

"Where did you learn that?"

"Technology is not only useful when it comes to weapons, Y/N," he responded, tugging on the bra strap so she'd raise her arm, allowing him to take it off completely. He was about to do it, but suddenly decided against it.

"Oh, no, I have a better idea."

He moved back on his knees and proceeded to wrap his arms around her waist to lift her up. Now she was kneeling with his back to him, allowing him to carry out his plan.

"I never said I was going to massage your back," he said, confusing her as he took off her bra and threw it to the floor.

"What do you..." she began, turning to glance at him and then let out a loud moan as he grabbed her breasts from behind with his oil-covered palms. "Oh, kriff...!"

This was the first time he's heard her swear, and he wasn't going to deny it - it was hot, especially since he was the one who provoked it. Smirking to himself, he began squeezing and massaging both her breasts, the oil on his hands adding to the sensation. He hoped to see them from the front soon.

"Language, Y/N... That was very impolite, wasn't that?" He was talking straight to her ear, nibbling on it in the process. "Talking like that in the presence of your superior?"

"Discharge me," she panted as she felt his fingers on her nipples, "for this."

"Insufferable as always..." he whispered, then lowered his head to tease her neck yet again.

She had nothing to hold onto in the middle of the big bed, and keeping herself up was becoming harder as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her thanks to his hands and lips. She leaned back a little to support her weight on his chest... And then sensed something touching her butt.

A cunning expression took over her face as she moved her hips closer to him, beginning to rub herself against his erection. This was something he had not expected at all, gasping against her neck when he felt hotness underneath the material of his trousers.

"You..."

"Not so confident now, General?" she cut him off proudly, although her thoughts were being clouded by her hardening nipples.

She had the upper hand, because her rubbing did make him gulp. That's why he had to take the matters in his own hands - he grabbed her waist again and flipped her over to see what the removing of the bra had uncovered.

"Remember who's the leader," he said, taking in every curve of her body hugged by the reddish light.

She knew it would make him mad but still couldn't resist saying:

"Snoke is."

"You're lucky I like you this much, because otherwise..."

"We wouldn't be here having this much fun," she finished for him, making him click his tongue.

"You vixen," he hissed, leaning over her on his knees to kiss her passionately on the lips. He used one of his hands to prop himself up and the other to still play with one of her breasts while she kissed back with as much energy as she could, throwing her arms around his neck... And her fingertips met with material.

"It is a little but unfair you're still in your uniform, General..." She managed to breathe out between the hungry kisses. "Maybe you should change that..."

"Is that an order?"

"What if it is?"

He was so overwhelmed with desire, but also unknown happiness at the moment he didn't even want to scold her anymore.

"I'll let it slide if you remove it."

She smiled into the kiss. "Gladly..."

He let her sit up a little, now both his hands on her breasts as she began working with his belt and buttons. She managed to unbutton his shirt quite quickly and he moved his hands back to let her drag it down, enjoying every second of it.

"Can I throw it?" she asked teasingly, making fun of his love for order again as she looked at him, flushed and with ruffled hair - the view she had never thought she'd see.

"I'm really getting annoyed with your questions," he said, narrowing her eyes. "Time to shut you up a little."

Before she could react, he pushed her back onto the sheets, making her drop his shirt onto the bed. He grabbed her waistband and pulled it down quite roughly, with his great strength leaving her only in her panties in a matter of seconds.

She got self-conscious for a moment, remembering all the days she spent behind the console... And not on training, that's why her body didn't satisfy her much.

"I haven't trained in a while..." she said, bringing her legs together as she realised. He didn't understand that at all.

"That's why I'm taking care of your training right now," he replied, leaning over to kiss her jaw. "You look beautiful," he added in the softest whisper as it was all he could think about, successfully giving her a pleasant sensation in her chest.

She wanted to try and get rid of his pants as well, but it was no use; he did decide he'd make her too breathless to speak, and that's why he began planting frenzied kisses on her jaw, neck, finally moving down between her breasts. For a moment, he hesitated, wondering whether he should play with them using his mouth this time... But he was getting impatient.

Forgetting about her chest, he kept on kissing lower and lower, until he reached her panties. He kissed her through the damp material, causing her to heave a sigh. She had no idea he knew what was doing; technology had helped him prepare once more.

He began rubbing his fingers against the panties, varying the pace to hear different moans and whimpers escape her mouth. He could busy himself with something else at the same time, but he enjoyed watching her shiver at his touch, content with his authority which turned him on even more.

"Take them off," she panted as he began pushing his fingers a little deeper into her skin, but still through the material, "please."

"Nice to hear you actually ask..." He smirked proudly. "What do you want me to do, your superior?"

"Take them off," she replied quickly, closing her eyes.

"A bit nicer for me," he said before he could stop himself, sounding a bit harsher than he had inteded.

"Please, General."

It was enough. He was already too aroused himself to bicker with her as he sensed his pants became tighter on him. As he grabbed the both sides of her panties, he only prayed that no one would interrupt them yet again, not when she was left completely naked, just for him.

He used his hands to spread her legs just a little more, then touched her between them, flesh to flesh. She was soaking, so it wasn't hard for him to gather some of the wetness on his fingers and then, almost innocently, slipping just one of them inside her.

"Kriff," she uttered, remembering all those moment she'd done this herself because of him. His one finger was already more than two of hers. and even her fantasies could have not predicted how pleasurable it would be. This time he didn't even scold her since thinking of words was becoming too difficult. He began moving the finger in and out of her, earning the loudest moan yet.

"What if someone hears us?" she panted

"Silly... This room is soundproof. Classified information is kept here... Like the noises I'm just hearing." Another triumphant smile graced his face. "Don't restrain yourself."

So she didn't, especially when he added a second finger, pumping in and out of her even faster than before. He allowed herself to watch her writhe before deciding to lower his head. She saw his face between her legs for a short moment before feeling the strongest sensation yet - the one he sent through her by licking up her pussy.

She bit her lip, feeling as though her whole body was on fire. She didn't expect him to do this, thought she would be the one doing the work, but she couldn't complain. He'd wanted her for so long he had to seize the opportunity to do everything he wished, explore every part of her body that used to be hidden under the uniform. His tongue worked along his fingers as he felt her hand on his head, grabbing his hair to bring his face closer, using the other one to play with her breast.

"Needy." He chuckled against her, the hot breath driving her insane.

"Just like," she stopped to take a breath after another long lick, "you."

The next pump and the next lick caused a heatwave in her, drops of sweat forming on her naked body. It was all becoming too much to handle, the pleasure she had never even thought possible to experience. Soon, she wasn't even able to hold anything.

"Armitage, I can't..."

"Wait?" He laughed, but she wasn't able to confirm nor deny. She bucked her hips which was a clear signal for him she was enjoying it all too much. He gave her one last long lick, one last shiver before taking both his tongue and fingers back, then stood just in front of the bed.

"No," she said in disbelief, "not when I was about to tell you you can feel special."

He looked extremely proud of himself anyway, taking a look at his glistening fingers, giving her time to examine his pants. His erection was throbbing through them, caused mostly by the noises she'd been making.

"Oh, but you're excited, too..." she said with a smirk as she sat up to see him better.

"Finish your job, then," he added, pointing at his pants she hadn't had the time to remove.

Eager to touch him just as much as to feel him touch her, she kneeled before him to pull his trousers down, and then his black boxers, touching his penis in the process in spite of it being unnecessary. She didn't take time to watch what she had uncovered in the dim, reddish light of the room, but clasped her hand around his length.

"What are you... Fuck, Y/N," he rasped as she moved her hand ever so slowly.

It was her turn to laugh at him.

"Oh, now swearing is allowed, isn't it?"

"I set the rules," he tried to say it firmly, but his knees bent unknowingly as she kept on moving her hand.

"Mhm... I already love seeing you this hopeless," she whispered, planting a kiss on his chest as he grunted.

These words were too much for him. He was too power-hungry and proud to let her lead, even though she was sending the most pleasurable shivers through his body with just her hand.

"Then I'm about to burst your bubble."

Using his bigger strength, he pushed her back onto the sheets and then clicked a button somewhere behind her. The room fell into complete darkness, sharpening all the senses but sight.

"Do you want this?" he asked in his playful tone, but was in fact really making sure she was still okay with all of this. Both of them knew there would be no going back...

"Stupid question..." she replied, almost shaking with impatience. That was when he lost all the doubts, so he decided to go back into their play.

"Answer like you're answering to your commander."

"Yes, sir."

It made him go out of his mind.

"In that case... Spread your legs wider."

With all of the lights off, they both got even more confident, so she didn't hesitate this time. She obeyed as he hovered over her, positioning himself to match her perfectly. She felt his erection against her thigh and prayed no one would interrupt, too. Not now...

The stars were in their favour as the bubble of anticipation got burst quickly - he kissed her passionately as soon as he slid into her, and she almost bit him because of her moan. Having not had sex since years, she needed a moment to take it in.

It was a lot for him, too... And he couldn't believe it was really happening. Both of them forgot about everything that could go wrong, about professionalism, about Snoke, Ren and anyone else who could definitely destroy them for what they were doing.

"Fuck me..." Y/N muttered to herself, feeling her inside being stretched as he moved as far into her as he could. Unfortunately for her, he heard that and sneered.

"That I'm about to do."

He thrusted into her for the first time, slowly but deeply, and she already knew she'd have to grab the sheets for support. Still in the darkness, he began picking up the pace with each move, kissing her neck and not the lips in the process, so as not to prevent her from moaning.

"I want you closer," he rasped after a minute or so, wishing to feel her body on his.

"Sit up, then," she panted in response, barely registering what was happening, giving into the blissful sensations in her abdomen.

He took her in his lap, just like before on the desk, this time with no uniforms to protect them. Neither of them was being quiet as they both rocked their hips to make the other person crazy, as if it was a competition who could provoke the loudest noises. Without lights, each sound echoed in the sterile room even louder, especially the sound of skin slapping on skin...

She held onto his back as hard as she could, leaving marks of her nails all over it as she wasn't able to keep her hands in one place. As if it wasn't enough, he squeezed her hips and moved his lips to her neck yet again. She didn't even want to imagine how many marks she'd be left with this time.

"I can't anymore," she breathed into his ear after an unkown amount of time passed, their hips still moving in unision, "Armitage, I..."

She didn't manage to finish her sentence. Before she knew it, insane amounts of pleasure spread from her stomach to her whole body, pulling half a scream out of her. She didn't even have to move to ride out the orgasm as he kept on thrusting into her.

"Before me?" he asked in disbelief, stopping suddenly as she rested herself on his chest. "Tsk, you're getting too comfortable..."

"Again, doesn't that mean you're doing a good job?" she said to avert his attention from what had just happened. She had been satsified and wanted him to feel that, too. Therefore, she got off his lap and cupped his face to whisper into his ear:

"Don't you worry, I will help you... Anything you're dreaming of, sir?"

The question made him forget about teasing immediately, the word sir doing the magic yet again. He remembered everything he'd wanted to do once again.

"I want you from behind," he said almost inaudibly, since he didn't enjoy being this vulnerable.

He couldn't see it, but he could feel her smirk against his ear.

"I did want to touch that headboard of yours..." she said as she moved away to land on all fours in front of him.

She put her hands on the smooth, fuzzy headboard to have something to hold onto when he slid into her once again.

Coming back to his fast pace, he suddenly remembered all of his fantasies about her hair, all of the time he had spent on the bridge thinking about yanking it... And she still had her ponytail on that day. Moreover, he remembered her butt and thighs, tight in the uniform, something that began all of this...

He could make all of these fantasies come true right now.

"Look what you've get yourself into if you wear your hair like this..." he gave her a bit of a warning before finding her ponytail and pulling it slightly to mutual delight.

"Had I known, I would've changed my hairstyle sooner." She laughed as his other hand grabbed her buttock, causing a gasp to escape her lips.

All of that brought him to the edge quickly. She felt his thrusts become sloppier and she moved her hips along to help him reach his peak. A load groan escaped his lips as he knew he would come in a matter of seconds.

"Kriffing Y/N..." he almost growled as he pulled out at the last second, cumming onto her butt and still holding her hair.

It happened. Both of them reached the highest peak of pleasure, and it left them breathing as heavily as though they'd been in a battle. After they realised what had just happened, they both fell to the mattress to listen to nothing but their gasps for air.

Half a minute later or so, Hux moved on the bed to move his sheets aside and slide under them, leaving extra space for her. Then he turned on the soft, reddish light again to see her.

"Come here, you insufferable," he directed as she giggled, gladly coming to lay down next to him; his perfect sheets had been stained anyways, and he didn't seem to care anymore.

He kissed her on the head as she nuzzled up to his side, to him looking more beautiful than ever, with some sweat on her forhead and flushed cheeks that seemed even redder in the specific light. Both of them had been waiting for this moment... And it came out better than they'd imagined.

"We should do that again," she said, still breathing heavily as he shook his head.

"Needy."

"Don't you want to?"

He turned to look at her and his gaze softened. There was no use in lying, not after they had shown each other everything.

"I would like to do that and much more with you," he admitted quietly, kissing her again. "As long as we keep this between us."

"Obviously. The secret just adds to the adrenaline," she said with a smile which faded quickly. "Besides... If anyone knew, they would call me a whore."

"If anyone even thinks that, they'll be kicked out of this ship faster than light."

She chuckled, but in a way, this was a kind of a love confession. She had proof he cared about her, yet again.

"I'm still surprised no one interrupted..."

"Good for them," he said quickly, still breathing loudly. "Are you... Content?" he asked despite being able to read the answer from her expression. He wanted to hear it from her.

"Is that your way of asking if I was satisfied?"

"Y/N, you're doing everything to get kicked out, too."

She shut him up with a kiss to his lips.

"Yes, sir, I am." She grinned. "Although I suppose next time we'll be better prepared... And I'll remember to keep my ponytail."

"That is an order," he said firmly. "Also... The technology might help yet again."

"What do you mean?" She raised an eyebrow and he gave her a cocky smile in response.

"You'll have to wait and see."

She wanted to open her mouth to argue, but eventually decided against it to have something to wait for.

"I suppose I should get going soon..." she muttered sadly, making his bare chest her own pillow.

"Stay here." He hugged her tighter, not allowing her to move.

"So I can sleep here?" she asked in shock as he nodded.

"We're behind three doors. And we can just say... You came here in the morning."

"I came in the evening," she replied before she could stop herself, earning a groan of irritation from him.

She stroked her head and then untied her ponytail. Her scalp immediately felt a relief.

"Does it hurt less now?"

"Oh, so you do have a heart somewhere under there," she said, kissing his chest.

"For one person only," he admitted quietly, because it was true. He didn't think he'd loved anyone ever before... But this time, it felt different, and she was the only subject he liked to even think about other than war, weapons, and power.

She smiled sincerely, her body filling up with warmth.

"I think I'm beginning to fall in love with you," she whispered after a sudden surge of courage. What was there to lose after such a night?

These words did touch him, too. He couldn't recall anyone ever saying something so pure and affectionate to him, not even his own parents, who were not in the picture for various reasons. He wasn't ready to say it bluntly yet... But everything he was feeling led to one conclusion.

"Seems like we have the same problem."

She wanted to tease him and ask if he was falling in love with himself, too, but this time didn't want to ruin the moment. It was perfect - just the two of them in silence, in reddish light floating in the middle of the galaxy, whispering words that could never reach the world behind the door.

And so they slept together, flesh to flesh, intoxicated by each other.

The next morning quickly turned out much harder than anticipated. Coming back to reality after a night like this proved itself almost unbelievable. However, the slap of realism wasn't the most difficult thing Y/N had to deal with - it was her thighs, sore as hell after not having any significant movements since months. Hux was laughing at her perfidiously as she swore under her breath, having trouble with walking. She had really neglected her trainings...

The General was having the time of his life when he watched her struggle on the bridge, knowing very well he was the reason. It made him even more drunk on power than ever before. That day, he kept on glancing at her all the time just to see her complain about the legs.

"What's with your legs? You're okay?" Malia asked as she watched her friend sit down awkwardly.

"Yes, just... It's just muscle soreness... I've neglected my trainings lately..."

"You look like you'd been training all night."

"That's... Not far from truth," she replied, trying not to blush. Training, indeed...

"You're trying to kiss up to the General, huh?" Malia joked. "He's been quite cross with you lately, calling you up all the time... And I've never even been to his office."

Y/N gulped, wondering how not to look suspicious in this situations. She decided to use his favourite words.

"Malia, let's just focus on work before he kicks both of us out of the ship."

The two of them didn't meet up for the following week so as not to bring more suspicions, but Hux was impatient. He broke their promise a day faster, inviting her to "bring him the reports" while he was just planning a dinner for the two of them to talk about everything, now that the emotions had cooled down - although he was still keeping his eyes on her every chance he could.

And there she came to him on that anticipated day, smiling from ear to ear.

"Good day to you, General."

He looked up at her from behind her desk, standing and checking his datapad.

"Well, well, who we've got here..."

"What's with that greeting?" she sounded outraged. "You've been ogling me all week, I've noticed."

"I'm glad to see you, alright?" he said impatiently, knowing she was right. "But you'll have to wait for me. The officers will come here shortly to discuss something with me..."

"Oh... Should I come back later, then...?"

"No, wait here." He turned to open the secret door behind him. "They won't be long."

"Oh, so now I'm having your rooms to myself? That's what I like..."

"Don't get too cocky."

"Mhm..."

She kissed him shortly as she passed him, having been waiting to do so all week. They both knew they wouldn't be able too keep their hands off of each other once left alone again...

The door closed behind her and she plopped onto the couch, bored, wondering what to do to make the time pass faster. She could read something he kept in there, but it wasn't really interesting...

She entered his bedroom - to which he had given her the code - and everything was back in perfect order, except for his black coat with the First Order's emblem, laying haphazardly on the side of the bed. Suddenly, a mischievous idea popped into her head.

In a matter of minutes, she undressed herself completely and then threw his coat on. It was too big on her, obviously, and even a bit too heavy, managing to cover her entire body. Wearing nothing but that, she came back to the living room and sat innocently in the armchair, waiting for him.

Long minutes passed and it was becoming extremely annoying. She couldn't even hear what was happening behind the door, so she had no idea whether the officers had already left...

Until, after what seemed like ages, the secret door opened again.

"They did take long," she complained as soon as he entered.

"Don't give me that look. I didn't like that, eith..." He stopped in his tracks to take a better look at her. "Is this my coat?"

She gave him an innocent look.

"It was just laying around... Couldn't help trying it on."

He looked down and saw only her feet, completely bare. This ignited his imagination immediately.

"Do you even have anything underneath?" he asked in slight awe.

She just smiled mischievously.

"Why don't you come and check for yourself?"

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