Perhaps it was nerves--the combination of knowing you were about to fight for your job and the anticipation of seeing Kylo Ren. Or perhaps you wanted to look punctual, if not eager to get back to your position. You could have also blamed it on the early alarm of your data pad--even though after Kylo left, you hadn't slept a wink. But whatever the reason, there you stood in the command center, a full 35 minutes before you were scheduled.

Your heart was already hammering at your sternum, and standing in a bustling room full of strangers wasn't helping, either. Every conference room was booked, and it wasn't as if there was a lobby. Without an idea of where to go, you stood at the entry hatch with wooden limbs and rooted heels, teeth tearing at the inside of your lip. And no matter how you held it, your data pad seemed to find a way to slip between your sweaty palms. You steadied your breath and rehearsed your appeal--the nature of the relationship was anything but inappropriate, in fact--

The hatch flew open behind you and you almost hit the ceiling, bones bounding out of your skin.

"I won't be to blame for your mistakes, Ren." It was General Hux, blowing past you as he spoke. "The mission's failure belongs to you."

Hearing his name, your breath hitched, and in the same moment, Kylo crossed in front of you, on Hux's trail. He must have seen you--even so, if he did, he offered no acknowledgement, instead choosing to pursue the argument. "Yet it was your intelligence that misdirected the--"

Hux spun on his heel, limbs snapping together like they were spring-loaded. "Had you the discipline and focus demanded of you, the error in intelligence would have been irrelevant. Let's hope the lead on Jakku doesn't conclude in a similar fashion." Without another word, he marched through the open door of his office.

A loud collective breath was drawn into every lung as all eyes watched the tower of black robes. Kylo Ren stood, an open flame licking at the thinning air, fists so tight they could smash atoms. You watched him like he were behind a wall of transparisteel--a barrier between your world and his. How was it that you could stand so close to him, but feel so entirely separate, so foreign? He could walk by you now without a single soul knowing what you shared. That you knew the taste of his lips, the warmth of his chest, that you knew how his eyes looked when they were red-rimmed with tears.

"I know you're staring at me, officer," came the electronic rumble of Kylo Ren's voice.

You flinched, though he hadn't done so much as moved a hair. "Y-yes, sir. Sorry, Commander."

He turned like a spiral--feet, fists, shoulders, and finally, the empty face of his mask. "You weren't ordered to report to the command center for another thirty minutes," he said. "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't know I needed permission to arrive early," you said, raising an eyebrow. His shoulders drew back, and you gulped. "Uh, Commander, sir."

Kylo took a step toward you--those long legs brought him within feet of you in a single stride. "What exactly were you planning on doing for thirty minutes?"

"Uh..."

Being so close to him in public was inspiring sweat at the back of your neck. The power radiating from him was intoxicating--even more so than in the privacy of his quarters. A shaky breath rolled through you while you traced the outline of his body with your eyes. Memories of his muscles and his scars and his strength flashed behind your retina. You wondered what he'd do if you reached out and touched him, here. In front of everyone. If you challenged him to decide on what you meant to him.

"I can hear you," he said, stealing another step. That tower of black was above you, now, shrinking you in its shadow. "I'd caution you against testing me."

You frowned. Buzzkill. "Don't know what you're talking about." Staring into his visor from under your lashes, you bit your bottom lip, teeth tugging at the tender skin. When you spoke, your voice was low and raw. "I have nothing but the utmost respect for you... Commander Ren."

Kylo's chest rose and fell in a long, steady grapple with his self-control. You could feel his eyes darting over your body, knew that his visor was hiding his widening pupils. To anyone else, your Commander seemed poised to attack, to take his lightsaber and slice down whatever unfortunate machinery chose to stand his way. But he could communicate, even in his silence. And you knew the only thing he wanted to destroy, now, was you.

You also knew that he was powerless to sate his desires in the company of the command center, and mischief lit up your face. You decided to give in to the sweat streaking over your datapad, and keeping his gaze, dropped it. The glass screen crashed and slid over the shiny tiled floor, stopping a few feet away from you. Kylo was motionless, yet you were sure his eyes hadn't left you for even a nanosecond.

"Oh, no," you said flatly. "Looks like I dropped my pad. Isn't that a shame, Commander Ren?" You bit your lip again while you scanned his body. "But don't worry. I'll get it. No big deal."

Giggling at your own silliness and immaturity, you took a step toward the pad, making sure to turn your back to him before you bent down; and with every officer doing their best to ignore Kylo Ren, you felt confident that no one was watching. It was an exaggerated movement--you bent at your waist, arm stretching out toward your lost item, your ass high and knees straight. You used your fingertips to pull the glass toward you, and you plucked it from the floor. Pad in hand, you rose, building yourself vertebrae by vertebrae, until you were standing tall (or, at least, as tall as you could be, next to him). Unable to hide your triumphant smile, you tossed a look back to Kylo over your shoulder.

"Got it," you said. You could almost feel him twitching with tension, and you wanted to explode with glee. For once, you'd made himuncomfortable. For once--

A single leather hand had you spinning, and you hadn't realized he'd snatched your wrist until you lurched forward, shoulder nearly popping. He was leading you somewhere, fast--so fast, you weren't even sure that the rest of the command center had noticed you'd disappeared. You walked in double-time to keep up with his broad stride, and he dragged you into a storage corner off the side of the center. It was dark, stacked with broken or outdated sections of machinery, so unorganized they created a maze inside the tiny off-shoot. Kylo whipped you in front of him and pinned you against the wall chest-first, the heels of his palms digging into your shoulders.

"Kylo!" you said, twisting your head toward the entrance. Though you both were obscured from sight, you saw faint beams of light streaming from above the unit he had you trapped behind, your ears still picking up the buzzing of the busy center. "What are you--"

He silenced you with a jerk of his hips into your ass, his painfully hard length jamming into your backside. You whimpered as the force of his pelvis drove you further into the wall, your heart thrumming out of your throat. There was no way he was about to do what you were thinking. Not feet away from the--

"Is that how you think this works?" he asked, bringing the muzzle of his mask to your ear. His voice was dark and deadly, so quiet that his modulator was fizzing in and out of life. "You think you can act like a little tease anywhere you want?" Only his body was pushing you into the wall now, his hands moving to your neck and breast. "You think I won't take you whenever and wherever I please?"

"Okay," you croaked, "I believe you. Game over. You win. Ha-ha--"

The gloved fingers at your throat applied pressure and choked your words. "No, pet," he said, grinding his arousal into your ass. "This was never a game to begin with."

In defiance of your good judgment, you clenched, a shiver of longing fluttering over you. Kylo's large hand squeezed your tit, kneading it in his palm until he could feel the peak of your nipple. His thumb brushed over it, and you held back a whine, wriggling underneath him. A staticky chuckle left the mask.

"How can there be a game without any competition?" he said, circling the hardening point with the pad of his finger, sparks of pleasure lingering in its path. "I can make you buckle in less than five words."

Ignoring the squirming in between your thighs, you rolled your eyes. "The words 'fuck me or die' don't count," you said.

He answered your snark with another harsh jab of his bulge. "Funny," he said. "But you already know what I think about that smart mouth of yours." The hand on your neck slid up to pinch your jaw open, two leather digits depressing your exposed tongue. You caught a gag when he reached toward the back of your throat. "Much better."

You tried to call him an asshole, but all that came out was, "Ah-houh."

Static again from the mask. "Now where was I? Oh, yes. Less than five words, pet."

He pressed further into your body, hunched over you like you were his next meal. You struggled to breathe while you were crushed into the wall by his weight--when you gasped to catch your breath, he hushed you, pushing his fingers further into your mouth. Saliva leaked down your chin as the taste of leather infiltrated your tastebuds. Kylo seared your ear with the cold metal of his mask, goosebumps erupting down your neck and arms. As he spoke, he began grinding his erection hard into your ass.

"Let..." The hand on your breast made a path toward the hem of your pants, and you shuddered, bucking away from his touch when he skimmed the sensitive skin of your belly. "...me..." His hand slipped under the seams of your undergarments, long, thick digits easily reaching the warmth of your slit, resting on the outer folds, and you whimpered, wiggling your hips as you sought out his touch. "...fuck..." One finger parted your lips, slicking itself on your wetness, dragging and catching over your swollen, stiff clit as he slowly breathed his final word, vibrations of the mask making you clench. "...you."

You were gelatin in his arms. All you could do was bob your head against his grip, tongue writhing to speak.

"See?" he said, tracing tiny circles around your clit while his length jerked along your ass. "No game at all." You groaned--louder than you wanted--when he sped his pace on your nub, and he squeezed your jaw. "Quiet. You want the entire command center to find you back here, bent over in front of me?"

You shook your head--at least, that's what you hoped you did. It was difficult to get any lateral movement while you were being flattened into the wall.

"I thought so." He grunted, pulling his hand away from your clit to work on undoing your pants. "I wonder--how long has it been since I last fucked you?" The last fasteners slid open and he hooked his digits inside of your trousers and panties, peeling them down to the middle of your thighs. You twitched as the cold of the command center buffeted the wet lips of your cunt. "Almost two weeks--would that be right?"

Holding back a whimper, you nodded, strings of spit dripping from your lips.

"Yes," he said. "Two weeks. Do you know how difficult it was to go two weeks without this little pussy?" He slid a finger through your quivering slit before you felt him fumbling with his own pants. Under the snout of the mask, you could hear his affected, heavy breath. "And you thought you could tease me with it?"

His hot, needy cock slid between your thighs, a sharp contrast to the chilled air. You squeezed your legs together, trying to roll your hips into him--and he grunted, muscles tightening while he slicked himself on your sex.

"Do you feel what you do to me?" he murmured, mask muffling the strain in his voice. "You're all I can think about."

The words brought a wave of heat crashing over your body. "Ky-wo," you said, fighting against his hand. You wondered if he realized what he'd said. He was all you could think about, too.

"Shh," he said. Kylo stepped back and pulled your hips toward him, your spine bending at an acute angle. "Brace yourself, pet."

Heart racing, you nodded, planting your palms on the wall. Your brain was spinning--was he really about to fuck you in a corner of the crowded command center? The thought of being discovered hung like an anvil over your chest--what if you made too much noise? What if--

"Then be quiet," he said, and the digits on your tongue became an entire hand smothering your mouth while he teased your entrance with the head of his dick. "So wet... and so close to all of those people. You want to get fucked here, don't you? Dirty whore."

You mumbled into his palm, and he gave your ass a light slap with his free hand.

"I won't tell you again, slut." He prodded your sex with his urgent member. "Keep quiet and take this cock." Leather fingers dug into your hips, and his body tensed as he pushed into your core, girth stretching you open with a sweet sting. "Fuck," he said, apparently unable to help himself. Not even the modulator of the mask could distort the blissful disbelief in his voice. "I'd almost forgotten how good you feel..."

"Mmmhf," you said, sucking in a long breath through your nose--he was so enraptured in his own pleasure he failed to notice.

Once Kylo had sheathed himself fully in your heat, you clenched around him, revelling when he released a garbled growl, snapping his hips against you. It only took a single quick thrust before he was rocking hard into you, hands clutching tighter at your face and hip. You would have been more worried about the moans threatening to sneak from your chest if you weren't so focused on the sound of smacking skin, and his audible, ragged breath. But the harder he pounded you, the less you cared, body submitting to the resolution of a fortnight's longing. His thrusts were so sharp that despite locking your elbows, your arms still fought to keep your body from slamming into the wall. One hard jerk and he hit your cervix, forcing a stifled wail into his hand.

"You want them to hear?" he said, leaning over you to get in your ear. It wasn't a question--it was a challenge. "You want them to hear what I do to you?"

You shook your head, but he'd already let go of your mouth, sliding that hand down your soft belly to meet your aching clit. His finger brushed over it, cock fucking deeper into you, and you bit your lip to suppress any noise. But he only made it more difficult, filling you up with each thrust as he drew fast, frantic shapes around the sensitive nub, a burst of pleasure washing over you. You winced, teeth cutting into your lip. Did he want you to get caught?

"I suggest you keep quiet, then," he said, not missing a beat.

His digits were merciless on your clit, your pussy squeezing and pulsing while he built your climax with the help of his textured gloves. Kylo strangled any groan or grunt that attempted to escape him, his body enveloping yours while you pushed off from the wall. He was suffocating, but you somehow wanted him nearer, even as pearls of sweat beaded on your forehead.

"I can't decide," he hummed into your ear while you both shook with the power of his hips, "if I want to fill up your cunt, your mouth, or if I want to cum on that beautiful face." His fingers slowed, teasing your clit with light strokes, and you snuffed a whine. "What do you think?"

"Whatever you want, Commander," you whispered, surprised you were able to get the words out at all.

He pulled you even closer, your bodies moving as one as he pumped into you, drawing gentle lines over your nub. "You're right," he said, pressing his mask into your neck, now. "I think I want to see you covered in my cum." His fingers resumed their assault, and you silenced yourself as you felt your orgasm coming fast. "But first I'm going to make you cum on this cock."

Kylo rammed into you, his soft, mangled moans in your ear, digits relentless in rubbing your clit. You tried to breathe through your nose to hide your panting and gasping, pleasure peaking, lids squeezing shut when you felt your body ready to break underneath him.

"Scream my name when you cum," he demanded. "I want to hear you."

It was taking all of your strength to hold back your climax as you shook your head. "Kylo, no--someone will--"

"Scream it," he growled. He was too far gone, too drowned in pleasure--he'd either forgotten or he didn't care. "Or you won't cum at all."

"Yes, Commander," you said. As if you'd spoken the magic word, a glove seam swiped along the hood of your clit, and you shattered, orgasm colliding into you. "Fuck--fuck--Kylo!"

Pleasure flooded through to your fingertips, and your cunt clamped down on his cock, milking it while he drove deep into you, thrusting through your aftershocks. His movements became erratic, hips bucking hard as he struggled to restrain himself from cumming inside of you.

"Tell me where you want me to cum," he groaned--he was loud, now, too, squeezing you close, like you'd anchor him to reality. "Say it, whore."

"Cum on my face, Commander, please!"

Kylo growled through gritted teeth. "Fuck."

In one swift movement, he was out of you and shoving you down on your knees in front of him, fucking his fist as his visor locked onto you. It only took a few strokes before he was hissing your name, shooting sticky ropes of hot cum onto your lips, cheeks, and nose, cursing while he jerked himself to the end of his climax.

You hummed in content and cleaned his seed from your mouth with your tongue, gazing up into his mask with eager, grateful eyes. His chest heaved with the remnants of his falling peak, and tucked himself back into his pants while he watched you. Silent, he scraped the loads of his release from your face and fed them to you, soft growls rumbling in his chest while you sucked the mess from his fingers.

"Good girl," he said, his voice hollow and satisfied. "Clean it all."

Raising an eyebrow, you wiped the last of his cum from your face and swallowed it. "Wouldn't be a great idea if I sat in a meeting with two other men and your cum was sticking to my face."

He exhaled--a laugh, part of you hoped--and pulled you to your feet, scanning your body for a moment. Then he reached down and tugged your trousers and panties back up your hips, thick gloved fingers frustrated with your fasteners. You were speechless, heart seizing with joy while your eyes bounced between his mask, dropped in focus, and his digits, meticulous and thoughtful as they finished redressing you. Kylo took your chin in his grip again, angling it toward his mask. He held it there for a long moment, running his thumb over your lip before releasing you.

You blushed, cheeks hot with fevered blood. "So... who leaves first?"

Kylo's helmet tilted to the side as he considered you. A slight pause, but then he turned, weaving through the mountains of broken consoles, back into the light of the command center. A tide of warm, fuzzy affection seeped into your veins, and you sucked your lips between your teeth to hide your budding smile. And no one had caught you--perhaps the command center was louder than you gave it credit for.