You were adjusting to your new life surprisingly well. The position of Commander as well as the Supreme Leader's Right Hand gave you more respect than you had ever seen before. People quickly became weary when they heard of your powers nearly matching Kylo Ren's. A few officers still liked to toe the line with you, but most of them were smart enough not to poke a sleeping beast. Along with a new variety of robes to wear, you had also taken a liking to dresses. Most of them were rather risque, but you felt confident wearing them and Kylo couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you when you wore them. It should have been bad to feel so powerful, but you enjoyed the feeling. Being feared and respected was at the same line as being adored at this point and you couldn't care less.

Along with your new rank, you were also happy to say you and Kylo had gotten closer. You weren't exactly to a point where you slept in the same bed, but perhaps you would eventually reach that point in your relationship. The only thing that really bothered you was what you were to him. He didn't want to slap labels on it and he couldn't even seem to decide for himself. You two had definitely moved past only using each other for sex, but it was hard to figure out what to call the relationship. Kylo hated the title of 'dating' or 'girlfriend/boyfriend.' He found it immature and you had to agree. It didn't feel right for the Supreme Leader to have a girlfriend. At the same time, you didn't really want to ask him about it. You would rather stay bothered than be confused.

You had just gotten off from a long, hectic day up in the command deck. General Hux was bitching again (surprise, surprise) and the newer recruits needed some adjusting. They couldn't seem to get the hang of it for some reason. It was irritating, but it was part of the job. At least now you were free from the stress of it. You make your way down to the medical bay, in which one of the rooms Kylo was getting his scar fixed up. It had healed a lot thanks to the medical droids stitching it together and was now reduced to a thin line trailing across his face and disappearing beneath his robes. You knew that it was a long scar that went past his collarbone and stopped on his pectoral, but it didn't bother him too much and you had grown used to it.

Your heels click on the shiny black tiles, the sound sending everyone in your path scrambling out of the way. Your lightsaber hung from the thin belt around your waist, which you managed to fit into the design of today's look. You weren't wearing a dress this time, but rather a bodysuit that showed just enough skin and hugged your waist nicely. The blaster doors to the little room in the med-bay slide open and you briskly walk inside.

Kylo was sitting in the leather chair with a little ball-shaped droid fixing up his scar. Its little metal arms worked so quickly, it was hard anything but a blur of silver. At the sound of your heels, he looks up and waves the droid aside. His eyes briefly flicker up and down your body before he leans against the metal armrest and looks up expectantly.

"Hux is a pain in the ass," you plant your hands on your hips. "Are you sure we can't just kill him now?"

"In due time. He's useful... for now." Kylo sighs. "Is that really all that's bothering you, Butterfly?"

You bite your red painted lip. "Not quite. I'm sick of being cooped up in this ship while you get to do all of the field work. I should be out there with you. Fighting the Resistance and tracking down Skywalker. That's what you trained me for, isn't it?"

He pauses, before gesturing to his lap. You obediently trudge over to him and sit down on his thigh, looking at him as you wait for an answer. Kylo's arm snakes around your waist, his hand resting on your upper thigh. "Your work here is important. It's pointless to have both of us out there."

"Right," you mutter with a roll of your eyes. "You just don't think I can handle it. I'm not a little girl, Kylo. You made me your Right Hand for a reason and now you're ignoring my existence in the Order altogether. All I do is work in that stuffy command room and boss around officers. Let me go on a mission with you."

"Soon, pet." Kylo murmurs. "I promise."

You scowl at him. "That's what you said the last five times I asked. Just admit it. You don't think I can handle the pressures of a mission. I'm useless."

He sighs, sounding exasperated. "Butterfly, I-"

"Don't," you huff. "Everyone thinks I'm just your little toy. I know they do. They think you only keep me around for that reason. Admit it." Kylo's lips twitch and you scoff. "That's what I thought."

You move to pull away, but his grip only tightens. "We're cornering the Resistance. Once we do, we can retrieve the information that will lead us to Skywalker. The next time I go out, I promise I'll take you with me." He lifts his other hand and trails his finger across your lips. "Such a mindless little mouth."

You swat his hand aside. "That's exactly what I'm talking about." You manage to twist out of his grasp and stand up. "That's not all I'm good for."

Kylo rises at once. "Of course it's not."

"Then stop treating me like it." You plant your hands on your hips. "I deserve just as much respect as you do. I'm not some little woman you can order around. It's not my fault you have a god complex." You roll your eyes and turn to walk away.

Kylo snatches you by the wrist, whirling you around and slamming you to his chest. He scowls at you. "A god complex? Do you want to take that back before it's too late, pet?"

"Nope-" you pull your wrist away "-it sounds like a you problem now."

He lets out a throaty chuckle. "That mouth of yours is something I hoped would never change when I left." Kylo's fingers trail along your jaw. "I have some time before I need to do some work, Commander. Care to show me-"

You look at him incredulously and quickly cut him off. "That's exactly what I'm talking about! Did you hear a word I just said? You have a horrible case of selective hearing, Kylo Ren. Why don't I help you with work? Come on, I can see the look on your face. You don't trust me to do this kind of work and it's ridiculous! I'm just as capable as you. Let me prove it, if you don't believe me."

Kylo sighs. "Fine. But this isn't a three-strike game. One strike and you're out. If you prove yourself today, I'll take you with me on my next mission in a few weeks."

"Thank you!" You grin, patting his chest. "Lead the way, Supreme Leader."

He gives you a little push, cautious not to send you flying over your high heels. You walk by Kylo's side through the winding corridors. Besides working in the command deck or lingering around the throne room, Kylo also had an office. There wasn't much to it; it was just a desk, a few cabinets, and a couple of monitors. It was usually cluttered and he always left it a mess before retiring for the night, leaving quite a chore for his poor secretary.

The two of you reach the familiar set of blaster doors, which slide open automatically at the detection of motion. His secretary looks up from the stack of papers before her, nodding stiffly at both you and Kylo. She had her brown hair tied out of her face and her pretty face looked rather tired. Probably from cleaning up the Supreme Leader's messes. Every time he walked through those doors, she knew it meant another night of organizing. Kylo tugs his cloak from his shoulders and tosses it onto the chair in the corner of his office as he walks through the doorway. You put your hands behind your back and look at him expectantly as he sits down in the leather chair behind his desk.

"Why don't you spare Cora some work-" he gestures to the secretary bustling around the room in front of his office "-and help her sort through the new data files. I'd get on with it now. There are hundreds to go through and I expect them to be done before the night is over. If they're not, I suppose you won't be sleeping." You give him a look and he shrugs at you. "You wanted work and now you're getting it. Grab that holopad and get started, Butterfly."

You huff and turn on your heel, trudging into the little room Cora worked in. She looks up from her papers once more, giving you a noticeably dirty look. "You're helping out?"

"It would seem so." You cross your arms.

Cora pushes the holopad into your arms. "Get to it, then." She looks you up and down in a rather condescending manner before sitting back in her uncomfortable-looking chair.

That made you take an immediate dislike to her. You grit your teeth and plop yourself down in the chair in the corner of Kylo's office. He looks up at the sound of the fabric rustling and scowls at you, "you're going to ruin my cloak, pet. You're already crinkling the fabric."

You roll your eyes and twist the cloak out from beneath your body, tossing it onto the floor. "There. Now it's not crinkled anymore."

Kylo stares at you but you ignore him. He lets out a small 'hmph' noise before getting back to work with the files. After only an hour of diligent work, you were already regretting demanding it. You would have rather been bored in your quarters than doing this. In fact, you would have rather been bossing around imbeciles in the command deck than this. It was so repetitive and tiresome. Locate, drag, put in order, repeat. One mistake sent you right back to the start of the newest file. You had been groaning and huffing for so long, you just knew Kylo had learned to tune you out. Either that or he was about to choke you to death for being irritating. You glance up at him once in a while but he was invested in his work.

The hours dragged by and it was starting to take a toll on you. How did Cora and Kylo do this? You couldn't imagine being a lower-level officer and having to do this all day and all night. Your body knew you should have been asleep a while ago. Soon your eyes begin to burn and your head feels too heavy on your shoulders. At this point both you and Kylo had downed five cups of caf to no avail. Every time you looked up, Kylo was yawning or stretching. He didn't look nearly as tired as you and something told you he would go all night if he could.

You were a little more than halfway done and there was still no sign of an end. You weren't even close yet. The holopad screen was an endless blur in your hands. It became nothing more than meaningless numbers and letters before your tired eyes. You had gotten rid of your shiny black heels a while ago and they were now laying on top of Kylo's discarded cloak on the floor. Kylo's desk was covered in papers and it was clearly starting to frustrate him. He had to call in Cora every five minutes so she could sift through the stacks. He observed her closely every time, as though making sure she wasn't making any mistakes. She always came in with a small huff, tugging down her tight skirt and clomping in with her tall heels. That was the way Kylo knew you were awake without looking up. Every time she came in, you shifted to keep yourself awake and the chair would squeak a little. On what felt like Cora's thirtieth trip inside, you didn't move at all.

It had been quiet for too long now. Kylo yawns and looks up from his work, checking up on how you were holding up. He leans back, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he sees you passed out in the chair. The holopad was resting on your stomach and your chin was slumped down onto your chest. You were out cold. Kylo glances at the clock and winces at the time. It was much too late. He sighs in defeat and rises to his feet. As he approaches you, he quickly considers waking you or not. With another huff, Kylo scoops you up in his arms. He steps over his cloak and your heels, giving Cora a look as he leaves the office.

Kylo carries you all the way back to his quarters instead of yours. He was mildly impressed with your heavy sleeping skills. You really were out for the count. Somehow Kylo manages to get you unzipped and out of the bodysuit. He sets your limp body down on the right side of the bed before changing out of his own clothes. Kylo tosses them onto the floor, too tired to deal with it now. He climbs into bed beside you, pulling up the blanket. He rolls over, silently observing your peaceful features.

Hesitantly, he reaches out and gently grazes your soft cheek with his hand. His pretty little Butterfly. What was he going to do with you? Kylo presses his lips together, his eyebrows furrowing as the feeling of sadness envelopes his chest. This was just like old times. Peaceful. He presses his eyes shut, no, no. I've moved on from this. It was the past. When his eyes opened, there were tears stinging them. He shudders and reaches for you, pulling your sleeping form towards him. Kylo pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He was holding you like you were going to disappear.