Working on the ships of the Finalizer's superior officers was more relaxing than you anticipated. With the knowledge that Kylo Ren was entrenched in his own business, unable to antagonize or distract, you found yourself getting lost in the novelty of your work.

Surprisingly--perhaps because they knew you were from Starkiller--the crew onboard the Finalizer was flexible, open-minded, and respectful of your decisions. On the Finalizer, your youth and gender didn't undermine your expertise. Even the Chief Engineer came to you for advice--the Chief Engineer onboard the Finalizer was coming to you for advice--and you felt confident in your guidance.

After two weeks of constant work, you were beginning to feel pride in your skill again. Maybe Sam was right--you weren't so bad at this after all. You had forgotten what you were able to accomplish when you weren't trailing behind the rage of Kylo Ren, whom you hadn't seen since you both had arrived. You knew that he had left the Finalizer in the Command Shuttle about a week ago--he hadn't returned yet.

Today, you were working on the TIE fighter of a captain following a complaint about the accuracy of the guns. You'd "fixed" his guns about three times since boarding, so you imagined that the captain was just an awful shot.

"Not sure what to tell you," you said, closing up the access to the calibration. "Your guns are working just fine."

"Absolutely not," the captain replied, stepping toward you. "I haven't had this issue with any previous ship. It's something you're doing wrong!"

You narrowed your eyes, your neck getting hot. "You want me to teach you how to inspect a calibration? I promise that if I do, you'll be embarrassed."

"No, maybe I'll just have to report your incompetence to your superior officer," said the captain, smirking.

"Buzz off, Verza," came a voice from behind you. You turned around and saw the Chief Engineer--Jakar Saul--making his way toward the two of you. Jakar was a short, stubby man with a massive wiry beard. "You're a decent captain, but a shitty pilot. She knows what she's talking about."

Verza scowled, color growing in his cheeks. His weight was shifting between his feet as he looked between the two of you. "Fine, Saul. Good day to both of you." He glared at you before he marched off, covering his reddening face with his helmet.

You sighed, shoulders sagging. "Thanks, Jakar."

He shrugged. "Verza's always whining about something. Just too bad that I hadn't gotten him to shut up before you had to waste your effort on his guns for the hundredth time."

"No kidding," you said, smiling.

"I'm not just here to save you from asshole captains, unfortunately," he said. The frown on his face sped up your heartbeat.

"Oh, no," you replied, head rolling back. "What is it?"

Jakar's face tightened. "Do you want the bad news or the bad news?"

You groaned, running your hands through your hair. "Jeez, you're giving me so many choices."

"The bad news is that the Command Shuttle is back," he said, "and the other bad news is that it has some extensive internal damage."

"Dammit!" you said, banging your head against the TIE fighter. "Why! Gods, I hate him!"

Jakar sighed. "You aren't the only one."

"I know," you said. Your eyes were squeezed shut, hoping to delay your reality. "I just... I was having so much fun doing real work, you know?"

"Let me close this order out," Jakar said, moving you away from the ship. "You get on to the Command Shuttle before we both get in trouble."

You nodded, swallowing. "Okay. Thanks, Jakar."

You grabbed your data pad from the terminal and made your way toward the front of the bay. The thrumming of your pulse in your ears was louder with every step, the bile in your stomach threatening to explode out of your esophagus. The thought of seeing Kylo Ren again stiffened the hair on your arms and made your heart flutter. At some point, the conflict between those two emotions was going to rip you apart.

It seemed as if every set of eyes within a 50 foot radius lingered on you as you stepped up to the Command Shuttle, wild sparks bouncing from inside of the shuttle and down the ramp. You turned, meeting the gaze of every concerned onlooker, and waved your hand, urging them to get on with their business. You didn't need the scrutiny of everyone else on board.

"Come on, guys," you said, trudging up the ramp. "Go back to your jobs, or whatever."

You protected your face as you looked around the interior of the shuttle. Dying sparks were embedded into the lingering orange heat of damaged panels. Entire portions of the cockpit had been torn from their bearings, a faint heartbeat of electricity pumping from the exposed wires. The pilot seats were cleaved in half, the smell of singed fabric assaulting your nostrils. Perhaps most offensively of all, the repair you had completed only a few weeks prior was completely decimated.

The muscles in your body were tensing as you tried to breathe, but it was too late. A flash of heat ripped through you, and you hurled your data pad, a primal snarl escaping your throat. The data pad clanged against the walls and crashed onto the floor, the echoes of its journey resonating louder than you would have liked.

And then, because your day needed to be worse, the invasive pressure of Kylo Ren was in and out of your brain, followed by the sound of footfalls on the ramp, but you didn't care. Rage was owning your body, and you pivoted on your heel to meet him as he entered the shuttle.

This time you had the first word. "What is wrong with you?" you said, conscious that your voice was probably heard outside of the shuttle. "I can't have a single victory without you ruining it, can I? Gods!"

Kylo Ren was silent, but you could feel the fury boiling underneath his mask.

"For once, I'm here, doing something meaningful, and the second I feel like I have some control, you have to screw it up with your little childish tantrums!" The words were flying out of your mouth. Spit was, too. "Do you have any idea how hard I work, how much I put up with? From you? You're an inconsiderate prick!"

His fists were flexing in his gloves.

"Go ahead and kill me," you said, not really sure if you actually wanted to tempt him to do just that. "Good luck finding someone with my skill to clean up after you."

His arm shot out to the side, and the ramp was rising, pulling in. He was closing you inside of the shuttle with him. Your breath was pouring from you, and and with a gesture of his hand, the opening locked. Darkness enveloped the both of you, the light from the cockpit saving your eyesight. Inside the body of the ship, his figure was illuminated by the fading red glow of melted metal.

The stillness in the ship was so crushing that you were afraid of the soft rise and fall of your chest. Leftover anger diffused through your body, leaving the ends of your skin tingling, raw.

"Go fuck you--" you began, but then you were choking, being drawn forward, your body dangling in the air. The warm grip of leather encased your neck, the long fingers of Kylo Ren twitching at your throat. Your hands reached up to pry him off of you to no avail, your legs kicking into nothingness.

"I wonder how many times I have to tell you to watch your mouth around me," he said, tensing his hold on you. He pulled you closer, your face just inches from his. "I suppose that as your only superior on board, it falls on me to discipline you."

That irritating flutter in your heart was back, inspiring a tingle low in your belly. You wanted to speak, but could only fight for air. He must have sensed this, as he spun and pressed you into the clean wall behind him, loosening the hand on your throat. Now he was holding you up with his body, his chest pushing into yours, his other hand sliding down the outside of your thigh.

You shuddered, squirming underneath him, but he responded by shoving his pelvis into yours, the hot hardness of his length jamming against you. The friction of him against your groin released an unwanted moan from your lips.

"This is what you do to me," he said, voice so low it was dipping in and out of the synthesizer.

"You're an asshole," you croaked, and Kylo Ren responded by grinding his hips into yours again. An ache grew in between your legs as, even through all of the layers, his length grazed your slit. You didn't understand how it was possible to desire a man this much when you had never even seen his face.

"I believe it's time for that lesson I mentioned," he said, and you fell to the ground, back still stuck to the wall.

Your heart was leaping around your ribcage, knowing you could run, knowing it would take you nowhere. And even with that knowledge, you were realizing that you didn't want to run. You wanted him.

Kylo Ren worked a gloved finger past your lips, pressing on your tongue. You moaned again, the sudden contact sending electricity throughout your entire body. The dry taste of leather filled your mouth, and you sucked, wanting more. He growled appreciatively, his other hand running through your hair. You swirled your tongue around his finger and sucked again, wanting to impress him.

"Eager little thing," he mumbled, and slipped a second finger into your mouth.

You had never been talked to like that before, but instead of feeling anger, you were spurred on, humming as you rolled your tongue around the slick leather. You looked up, meeting the blank gaze of his mask, and wished you could see his face underneath it.

His fingers wrapped around the tendrils of your hair and dug into your scalp, working your head back and forth over his fingers. You moaned, sucking harder on them, running your tongue along the crevice in between them. As you allowed your eyes to close, he pulled away from your mouth, leaving you feeling empty, wanting.

"Naughty girl," he said, and you saw his hands moving at the waist of his pants. Though it was difficult to discern his movements in the dim light, there was no mistaking their intention. After a moment, he pulled out his erect cock. It looked just as big as it had felt when it rubbed against you.

"Oh," you said, not sure if you could move so quickly from two fingers to this. Uncertain, you moved toward it, mouth open, when his hand grabbed your hair again, halting you. Your stomach dropped.

"You want this?" he asked, other hand stroking his cock. His labored breath was evident even through the mask.

You nodded, mouth still agape. You had no idea what had come over you, but you had never wanted anything more in your life. Kylo Ren had you hypnotized.

"Beg for it," he ordered, tightening his grip on your hair.

Blood rushed your face. "Um," you said, not sure how to respond. "Please?"

"Don't be so modest," he said. He jerked your head back and pain shot through you. "Beg for it, whore."

"Ah!" you said. "Please, sir! Give it to me!"

A growl left his throat. "Good girl," he said. He guided your open mouth onto his thick, pulsing shaft, groaning as your warm wetness engulfed him.

You gagged on his size, but he refused to let go of you, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. Saliva filled your mouth as you focused, moaning against him as he thrust in and out. He was testing your limits, fucking you deeper with each snap of his hips, watching you as drool dribbled from between your lips.

"Such a good girl," he said. "This is a much better use of that filthy mouth of yours."

Humming in agreement, your hands moved to stroke his shaft, his length slick from your gagging. Pre-cum was leaking from his tip, the salty taste mixing in with your own spit. You pulled in your lips around his cock, sucking harder, your tongue pressing up against the head and circling around it.

"Yes," he moaned. His hips bucked violently, and he tugged your head back further, shoving his dick deep into your throat. "Take it," he said, pushing his entire length into you, ignoring the strangled groans rumbling against him.

He pulled out, then slipped back in, then in and out again, hissing in pleasure as he fucked your throat. Your couldn't deny your own arousal any longer, and you fought with your uniform as you dipped your hand under your panties, running your fingers over your clit. But as a moan built inside you, your hand left your clit and flung itself behind you. Kylo Ren chuckled.

"Did I say you could do that?" he asked, not missing a thrust.

You groaned against him in frustration, and he moved forward, pushing your head into the wall as he plunged deep into your mouth. Sweat was beading on your forehead as the air between the both of you grew hotter. His body, towering over you, was stifling. Your lips and tongue were going numb, your jaw sore with the vigorous fucking.

"Shit," he said, barely audible, and pulled out, stroking his shaft as he positioned his cock in front of your face. "Open."

You did, and the hot jets of his cum hit your mouth, nose and eyes. He worked hard to suppress a moan, jerking himself through his orgasm. Both of your chests were heaving--you had almost forgotten what breathing felt like. He huffed and dragged his fingers across your face, gathering his seed. Knowing what he wanted, you took his leather fingers in your mouth, swallowing the rest of his load. He was salty, tangy--you wanted more.

"Good girl," he said again, piecing himself back together. He looked no worse for wear--the benefit of wearing a mask. You wondered how you must have looked--sweaty, stained, red.

Words escaped you. You were looking up at him with huge, confused eyes--how did this happen? Why did this happen? And why did you love it?

"Look at that," he said. "You learn quickly." He swished his hand and the ramp opened, slamming to the ground with a terrifying smash. "Get to work." Without another word, he left the ship, your heart aching as the echoes of his boots faded into the air.

Your chin was trembling as you wiped your face with your sleeve, fabric harsh against your swollen lips. Around you, the reality of the damage came in focus. Despite the throbbing of your body, the words spinning around your mind, there was still work to be done. Everything was different now. But nothing had changed.