You were sent back from the Finalizer on a two-week suspension as your higher-ups decided what to do with you. The resulting investigation of the fire revealed the fault lie with you--and only with you. You had spent the first week in your quarters, sobbing, mostly.

Now you had the strength to put on a loose dress and sit in the mess hall--hours after first shift had clocked out, of course--but despite your latent hunger, the food you had picked from the line rested in front of you, uneaten.

The texture and taste were no help, but you thought you'd be excited to eat something other than the dehydrated rations you kept in your desk. Instead, you dragged your utensil across the plate, creating a mindless design.

Thoughts of the incident shot through your mind. Partially, you blamed yourself. But another portion of you--perhaps to protect your pride--had decided that Kylo Ren bore some responsibility, too. Had he not ordered you away, distracted you when you should have been at work...

A swirl of anguish rose in your chest. Since Kylo Ren had entered your life, you'd been miserable, starting from the first repair on the Command Shuttle until now. At least leaving the Finalizer had one good outcome--you didn't have to see or hear from him.

Droplets were threatening to fall into your food. You abandoned your utensil and gripped your face. A strangled cry left you as your body convulsed, your chest heaving. Tears spilled over your hot cheeks, and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to stop them, failing anyway. Your career was finished.

The sound of footsteps caused you to suck in a breath and wipe your face. Red heat still lingered on your face, and you could almost see the stains left on your cheeks. You stared into your food, hoping to disappear to whoever was passing by. But they stopped in the entryway of the mess hall.

You glanced up. All in one second, the grief crushing your lungs transformed in a storm of wrath, your teeth grinding together and a horrible screech leaving you as you flung your full plate at your target. Your eyes followed it as it careened toward the entrance, bits of food flying from it and making their own path. You thought time had been moving so slowly, it had stopped. Then a breath hit your lungs, and you realized that, no, time hadn't stopped.

The plate had.

Kylo Ren stood, hand extended, suspending the offending plate--and food--in space. With a flick of his wrist, the entire meal smashed against the far wall, plate shards soaring into the air and across the room. Fear stopped your heart, but foolish anger resuscitated it.

"That's one way to greet your Commander," he said, taking a step toward you.

"Get the fuck away from me," you said. Your muscles were burning. "Don't you have other lives to ruin?"

He came closer, steps slow, methodical. "I might, but I'm preoccupied with yours, as it is."

You stood, wanting to dart past him, knowing it was pointless. You started to step backwards, instead, wanting to keep distance between you as long as possible. "Fuck off, dude. Seriously."

Kylo Ren was silent for a brief moment as he continued his approach. "I heard you. You're angry with me."

"No shit!" you snapped, rolling your eyes. Your butt hit the empty serving line. Nowhere else to go now.

"I can't imagine why," he said. That invisible stare behind his mask was needling you again.

"Are you serious?" you said. "You're the reason I'm suspended!"

He was within feet of you. Your heart skipped a beat and out of pure anxiety, you hoisted yourself onto the serving line. The cold metal stung your bare thighs and grew goosebumps down your legs. Confused, you looked down, remembered you had worn a dress, and instantly regretted your decision.

Even as you sat on the raised surface of the serving line, his height smothered you. "You're blaming me for your negligence?" he said, placing a hand on either side of your hips. The heat of his body, so close, caused more goosebumps than the serving line had.

You leaned away, tensing your jaw. "Hell yes I am," you said. "I've never made a mistake like that. Ever."

"There's a first time for everything," he said. One of his hands inched closer, running down your thigh and stopping at your knee.

A shiver raced through you and you bit your lip, suppressing any noise. "Fuck you," you said. "I'm fucking good at my job."

"Oh, I'm sure." He mimicked the previous movement with his other hand, until both knees were covered with warm leather. An ache rumbled between your legs, against your will. "We left something unresolved, though. Didn't we?"

"I hate you," you said, wanting to burn holes through his mask with your eyes.

His thumbs dug into your skin, and he peeled your legs apart, inserting himself between them. Leather hands caressed the exposed flesh of your inner thighs, and your body twitched with anticipation. "We'll see how long that lasts."

Every muscle in you was rigid--how did he do this? "Uh, someone might come in, or something," you said, the thought of being caught like this with Kylo Ren making a hole open up in your stomach.

"They won't," he said, his hands inching closer to the warmth between your legs. "Just be quiet."

You whined, not wanting your anger to be neutered so efficiently. "If you hadn't dragged me away from my assignment, no one would have gotten on the ship to pilot it," you said.

"If you had done your job properly, none of that would have mattered." A leather finger traced the line of your panties, ghosting over the covered lips of your sex. No, it was definitely neutered now.

"You're an asshole," you said, your walls squeezing in longing. Your peered up at him, blood rushing your cheeks. "Please let me see your face." It was so quiet, you barely acknowledged that it came from your mouth.

"Here? No," he said.

You groaned. "Please. Some evidence of humanity."

He was silent, the blank mask considering your desperate face. "A compromise." A leather hand travelled up your body, over the swell of your hips and breasts, the blood pumping through your neck, and stopping at your lips. He rested the very tips of his fingers against your teeth. "Bite."

You swallowed and bit on the edge of the glove, and he tugged against it, his hand slipping out. It was human--peach skin, long, strong fingers, tendons tensing under the flesh. Your heart pounded against your sternum. He took the glove from you and had you repeat the action--now both of his hands were visible, as real as you'd hoped they'd be.

"You're really a man," you said, louder than you intended.

"Enough," he said. He gripped your face and forced your jaw open with his thumb. "Quiet." His thumb pressed on your tongue, eliciting a gag. Any concern you had evaporated as you felt the live, human pulse of his fingers digging into you.

"Good girl," he said. His other hand returned to your thigh, and the feeling of his smooth skin against yours made you squirm with delight. He held you fast and dragged the tips of his fingers across your trembling flesh, stopping at your sex.

You groaned and inched your pelvis forward on the line, seeking more of his touch. An amused huff resonated from underneath his mask, and he humored you, two fingers drawing lines up and down your outer lips, catching on your panties. Your walls throbbed, and you wiggled your hips in an attempt to get him to touch your aching clit.

"So that's how desperate you are," he said, and flicked a finger past your clit. A deep, soft moan left your throat. "You need this, don't you?"

You nodded against his hand, tongue fighting him to no result. His fingers jabbed into your skin, craning your head to look into the black slit of his mask. He relieved your mouth of his thumb, still holding tight to your neck.

"Tell me you need it," he said.

"Please," you gasped, spit leaking from the side of your mouth. "I need this, sir, please."

"Look how easily you crumble for me," he said. "Much better." He returned his thumb to your mouth and rewarded your obedience, sliding his fingers underneath the hem of your panties.

You choked back a moan as the pad of his finger drew slow circles around your clit, warmth flooding your body. Your hands clutched the edge of the serving line, legs spreading wider to provide him better access. He growled, rubbing faster in response, sending shocks of pleasure through you, your hips bucking.

"Dirty thing," he said, craning your head back further. You were looking into the ceiling--not that it mattered. A haze of pleasure was clouding your vision, drool spilling from your mouth as he massaged your tongue with his thumb.

Kylo Ren's finger left your clit and followed your swollen outer lips, teasing your aching entrance. A foreign sound left your throat--frustration, pleasure intertwined--and your neck strained against his hand. Gods, you wanted this bastard.

"I heard that," he said. He thrust his middle and fourth finger inside of you, provoking a restrained squeal as your entire body jerked in response, your cunt clamping around him. He growled again, curling his fingers inside of you. "So tight and wet..."

You were working hard to throttle any moans, legs opening wider, hips shifting near the edge of the line. Without thinking, you grasped his biceps to steady yourself, and you felt his muscles harden underneath your fingers as his arms yanked back, pulling you closer.

His chest was rising and falling against you as he fingered you, brushing his thumb past your swollen clit, rocking his hand against you. You pulse picked up, your breath coming faster, and you moaned again. Your clit was throbbing, begging for attention.

"You want to cum, don't you?" he muttered, his own voice cracking. You bobbed your head frantically, and he pulled his thumb from your mouth. "Say it, little whore."

"Please," you whispered into the cloak over his shoulder, hands clasping his arms. You couldn't get out much else as he grazed your clit again, bolts of ecstasy halting your ability to make words.

"Please what?" he said, driving his fingers deeper into your cunt.

"Let me cum," you said, voice torn with your irregular breath. "Please let me cum!"

"There we go," he replied. You could almost hear his smirk.

He started rubbing your clit, and a third finger worked its way inside of you, ramming against the raised flesh it found. You cried out, tightening around him, and he hooked his thumb in your mouth once more, burying his fingers into your scalp as he leaned into your ear.

"I thought I told you to be quiet," he said, the vibrations of his mask echoing through your skin.

Your eyes shut and you managed half of a nod, moaning quietly as he stroked your clit faster, his wrist snapping with each thrust of his fingers. His movements became rough, urgent, your body sliding back and forth, your pleasure building. You were pulsing around him, short, insistent groans escaping your throat, his thumb assailing your stiff nub. You were balancing on your peak, ready to tip over. To silence yourself, your mouth closed around his thumb, sucking fiercely, and he groaned in praise, hissing your name in your ear.

"That's right," he said. "Cum for me, whore."

White light flashed behind your eyelids as you exploded, a blissful heat ripping through you, and you shoved your face into his cowl as you came hard around his fingers, walls contracting, body shuddering. Your moans were muffled by the thick fabric, and you struggled to catch your breath as you descended, aftershocks rumbling through you as he slowed his ministrations until he pulled out completely.

You became aware how tight you had been holding him, and you pushed away, a wave of hot shame washing over you. Your hair was sticking to your face, your cheeks tingling.

"Such a good girl," he said, and lifted his fingers from your pussy to your lips. "Tell me how good you taste."

Embarrassed, you took them into your mouth, sucking hard, tongue cleaning away your own juices. You tasted hot, sharp, and a thrill streaked through you as you felt his eyes watching you, his chest heaving with anticipation as he pulled them from your mouth. Courage bubbled up inside of you.

"You don't know what you're missing," you said, heart pounding.

"Another time, then," Kylo Ren said, hand finally leaving your face. Without his touch, your body felt barren. Desolate. He tugged his gloves back on and regarded you once more before turning and walking away. "I'm sure you feel better now, don't you?" He didn't wait for a response, and vanished around the corner.

Breath was still catching up with you, and, when you felt your legs solidify, you eased yourself from the serving line. Now you'd have to remember this every time you ate. You hoped they sanitized before every meal hour. You crossed your arms and bit your lip, emotions teetering between joy and horror. Kylo Ren knew your name--Kylo Ren knew your name.

"Shit," you said to yourself, feeling stuck to the ground. He had done it again.