At first, you thought it was a dream.

That was the only explanation your sleep-hazed mind could produce. After all, there was no other plausible scenario that could account for it--that, or perhaps you'd suddenly died and your soul had ascended to a higher plane, one composed entirely of your fantasies.

It became reality only after the white halo of drunken drowse receded with the slow blink of your lids, the fuzzy border around your vision finally wiped clean as your lenses focused and awakened.

Dark hair fell in messy curtains above you, hanging like thick, curly vines around pointed cheeks, pink lips set firm in thought as eyes--honeyed with curiosity--stared into you, unyielding. Two strong fingers brushed strands of hair from your face, and then every breath you tried to take stuck somewhere in the back of your nose, failing to make it to your lungs.

"Kylo--" you began to say, but found your words stolen by a hard, anxious kiss.

Your body's response was immediate, like you'd been thrust into a cold pond--you groaned into his mouth, lids fluttering as you arched into him. Both of you were still naked, still warm, but only his arousal was obvious, poking hard into your tender thigh like a reminder. Kylo jerked his hips, smearing a line of sticky precum across your skin, and you groaned again, going to grasp his hair. But he pulled away with a wet smack, and you felt the hum of your disappointed heart in your neck as he sat back on his heels, straddling your legs.

"Kylo," you said again. You devoured the clean, strong lines of his figure, the throbbing length of his cock, desire congealing into a fat wad in your throat--and you swallowed. "Y-you're here."

"Yes." His face was blank. "I'm here."

He'd heard you. "Oh."

Brown eyes roamed over the hot, flushing flesh of your body, hesitating at your breasts and sex. He wet his lips, and then met your gaze. "I always hear you."

You wanted to respond, but found your words disintegrating on your tongue while you stared. His hair was mussed, unkempt, tumbling over his head in wild waves, falling over his forehead--you'd never seen it so... so cute. The intimacy of it--Kylo Ren's bedhead--had flames licking up the back of your neck, your chin threatening to quiver. An image passed through your mind: his lips on yours, your fingers buried in that gorgeous hair as you rolled in his bed, grinding against each other in a desperate attempt to resist fucking.

His dick twitched. He'd definitely heard that. "You want me." A long digit trailed up your slit, and you squeaked, clenching. "But there's no time for what I want to do to you."

"Time?" You pouted. "I always figured time didn't apply to you."

"No." He palmed lazily at his erection, as if he weren't teasing you, making you salivate with the very sight of it. "It applies to you."

"Huh?" You forced yourself to focus on something other than the fingers tracing the veins on his shaft. There was no way you were going back to the Command Shuttle. Not today. "What are you talking about?"

Kylo's thumbs squeezed a drop of precum from his slit, and he collected it on the tip of his forefinger. "The body." He slicked the clear bead onto your clit, drawing tiny, wet circles on your aching nub, and you gasped--but before you could writhe, he froze you with the Force, leaving you at his mercy. "Hux requests a meeting with you."

The first noise out of your mouth was a whimpering moan as liquid warmth spilled through your thighs. "Mmm--meeting? With--hn--with me?"

"Yes." His brow was drawn in boredom, like he wasn't rubbing you off with his own cum. "You're expected on the bridge within thirty minutes."

"Thirty minutes?" At this, he added friction to your stiffening clit, and you whined, unstretched muscles straining at the embodiment of his will. He was stroking himself now, his pink mouth parted while he watched your cunt pulse from a single digit. "Fuck--I need to--oh--leave now!" Kylo glanced up from your pussy, tightening his circles, swirling faster--and, stupidly, you snapped. "Hurry up and make me cum!"

Glaring, he withdrew his hands from your clit and his own shaft, even as it reddened with blood, and you whinged in protest.

"What the--"

"I think I prefer having you squirm." He swung his legs off of you and onto the floor in one fluid motion, scanning your helpless, tethered body. "I anticipate you'll only display complete professionalism, officer." With that, he disappeared into the refresher, and your limbs were freed.

You laid there for a moment, the embers on your skin fading to ash. Perhaps you'd thought that after what you'd done, he'd be more, you didn't know--friendly? More playful? More... warm? A long sigh fled your ribcage, and you rolled over the edge of the bed. No, of course not. He was still Kylo Ren. All of the slow sex in the world wouldn't change that. Pulling on your clothes, you shuddered, turning over the memories of his mouth sucking your skin, his words whispering by your ears.

For whatever reason, there were no mirrors in Kylo's bedroom, so you left your hair's appearance to luck, ruffling it into what you hoped was presentability. Not that it mattered much when you were showing up in your off-duty clothing, anyway. That was certain to put the General in a good mood. Why had Kylo woken you up with only thirty minutes' notice? How would you even explain how you knew about the meeting to begin with? You were supposed to be giving the impression that you weren't fucking him.

Even in his best moments, he somehow proved to be as thoughtless and selfish as ever. But you couldn't be too mad.

Sweet thing.

The bridge of the Finalizer was busy--busier than the command center on Starkiller, maybe--but people still found time to register your presence, to glimpse your less-than-appropriate attire. Thankfully, you weren't made to wait long--Hux caught your eye from across the bridge and frowned, marching through the hatch that led into his office. You supposed that was uptight-ginger-speak for "you've wasted enough of my time, let's get this over with so I can eject you into space and attend to more important things." But that was just a rough translation.

You swallowed, watching the ground as you crossed the room, shiny black gloss somehow stretching out miles before you made it through the hatch, your pulse pounding behind your eyes. Looking up, you sighed--your reflection was visible in the polished floor (not too awful), the desk at the head of the room was functional and spotless, and every machine was beeping in precise, perfect rhythm--returning to this space made the air no less stuffy.

Hux hadn't taken a seat, yet--so neither did you, instead choosing to wiggle your toes inside of your shoes. A transporter passed by the window, twinkling into darkness, and he blinked, face in its perpetual pinched dismay.

"Is there a reason you're standing?" he asked, crossing to the head of his desk.

A hot streak of fear lit up your spine. "Uh, no, sir."

You took a chair, folding your hands in your lap. Part of you felt your insides should be crawling out of your butt right now, but you were still in denial. Certainly, Hux couldn't think that Dash's death was entirely your fault. Certainly, you weren't really in danger of being killed. Certainly, Kylo would make sure of that.

Even though he wasn't with you. You wished he was.

"You weren't at your assignment at shift-change," Hux said, sitting down, "so your knowledge of my request is more than interesting to me."

"Message on my datapad," you replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "Someone told me that an officer came by looking for me, wanted me here." This was a terrible lie. An awful lie, really. Your only hope came from the fact that Hux couldn't read your mind, either. "So, uh, I showed up."

The look of disbelief in his eyes was almost crippling. But he couldn't prove you were lying. Not yet. "And you decided that reporting to my office in casual attire was the most logical decision." His gaze flicked to your hair, so fast you could have missed it in a blink. There was no way he could tell what you'd spent the last 12 hours doing--right? "Respect is not a strong suit of yours."

You cleared your throat. "Well, sir, yesterday's events had me a bit, uh, shaken--I'm afraid that I did oversleep. I hadn't been thinking."

A pause. Longer than necessary. "Clearly." He swiped at a screen on his desk. "You know why I've brought you here, then."

"Yes, sir," you replied, nodding. You weren't sure if you should have been denying it, instead. You weren't sure of anything. "But, uh, surely a man of your rank can't be bothered with the deaths of inferior officers."

His brow tightened. "You're right." The slightest of smirks quirked his lips--fucking smarmy fucker. "The... untimely death of your supervisor, however, is not the problem. It's a symptom."

Dammit. "A, uh, symptom, sir?"

"Yes." Another pause as he examined you, searching for some clue--any clue. "You're fortunate that your skill was instrumental in preserving Ren's life. Your indispensability is your only lifeline."

You supposed that was as close as you'd get to a compliment from Hux. "Um, thank you, sir?"

"Don't think that I care that Ren still lives," he said. "No. The only reason I speak with you at all is because of Leader Snoke."

More than ever, you wanted to roll your eyes. But you somehow managed to refrain, nodding instead.

"You remember that I said that any interference with Ren's training would be grounds for your elimination." He looked at your hair again--dammit. Your heart was at a trot. "The status of Ren's bed is of no concern to me. But the Supreme Leader takes exception to the hindrance of his precious pupil."

Shock. You hoped that's what your face was registering. As if the thought of fucking Kylo Ren again was preposterous. Right. "Well, General, sir, I--"

"Your supervisor was found with fatal wounds consistent with Ren's ridiculous weapon." He sneered, like it disgusted him to think of it at all. "And I find myself considering his motivations."

He was hiding his hand. Either he thought you'd been fucking Dash and Kylo, or that you'd somehow used your relationship with Kylo to motivate him into killing your supervisor. You couldn't tell him what Dash had been doing--you knew he wouldn't buy it, and admitting it at all would still demonstrate that your existence proved a distraction. You thought hard about your only lifeline--your skill--and how every man on the Finalizer seemed dedicated to severing it with a machete.

Pins of terror pricked your cheeks. A cage was around you, its bars forged from your own stupidity. Perhaps your usefulness had finally run out.

Hux's door whirred open, parting for a wall of sentient black repression--and your heart sagged with relief. Meanwhile, Hux's brow furrowed even further, if that was somehow possible.

"Ren," he spat. "We were just talking about you."

"Praising me again," Kylo replied. Not even the vocoder could hide his snark. "And I've requested so many times to invite me before you do."

It was near imperceptible to maybe anyone but you--but millimeters under the right lid, Hux's eye twitched,and you restrained a smirk. "It was my understanding you'd left to meet Leader Snoke."

"Perhaps you can explain how I'd do that with a non-functional shuttle." He tilted his head. "You've occupied its engineer, after all."

Hux bristled. "Perhaps you can attest to the cause of death of the chief engineer, Ren." His voice was steel, and he turned his attention on you. "For some reason, I'm unable to get a clear explanation."

"Unsurprising," said Kylo, not bothering to look at you. "She's hardly the most articulate the First Order has to offer."

You frowned. Was that his plan? Okay. "Like you're a fucking star communicator. Dickhead."

The second the words had escaped, there was an intangible sensation between your legs--you grit your teeth, crushing your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure. Kylo's fingers were twitching, teasing your clit with the Force--and he still hadn't looked at you.

"I'd watch your mouth, officer."

But two could play at that game. You hardened your jaw, flooding your mind with fantasies of Kylo's cock sinking into you, of his hand around your neck, of his ruthless, brutal, and painful thrusting. "What, so you can just insult me?"

"Leader Snoke will want to know about your inability to prevent yourself from interfering with inferior officers," Hux said, glaring at Kylo, having become an expert at ignoring you.

"You wish to busy the Supreme Leader with a hunch?" The Force swirled faster around your stiffening clit, and your nails cut into your thighs, cunt trying to clench away the tension. "I'm sure he'll be pleased for you to bother him with the affairs of petty staff."

"It's hardly a hunch, Ren." Hux scowled. "Is this not the same officer you were discovered with over a month ago?"

Kylo snorted--a staticky crackle through the mask--even while you were picturing yourself on your back, his arms looped around your legs, your tits bouncing while he fucked into your wet pussy. "You're saying it's strange I was in proximity of the engineer who works on my shuttle?" It was like it didn't even affect him.

"I'm saying," Hux began, "that your killing of a supervisor of a woman who has a history of inappropriate relationships with superior officers looks like a distraction."

"It's of no concern to me how many relationships she chooses to tarnish."

Your lip furled. "Fuck you."

Kylo spun on you. "Language." His gaze was a hot beam through your chest--and as the Force flicked your clit, that wasn't the only heat piercing you. "Unless you wish to meet a similar fate."

Not sure what you were thinking, you stood, fists balled, knees almost buckling against the increasing onslaught of pleasure. "Go ahead." You threw out another image--drool streaming down your chin, tears slipping over your cheeks as he defiled your throat with his dick. "Kill the only engineer who can fix your dumb shuttle as fast I can."

The Force wasn't just on your throbbing nub, now--no, it was pushing into your core, nothingness stretching you open, spreading your walls to the width of two of his thick digits. Growling, you bit your lip, collapsing back into your chair, silencing your body's urge to shudder and shake in response to his will. You hoped your facial response to being fingerfucked with the Force appeared defiant, rather than euphoric.

"General," Kylo said, turning back to Hux, "this is a waste of your time and my own. Release her so she can begin repairs--unless you want to explain to Leader Snoke why my departure was delayed." He was so casual--as if he wasn't using his mind to make you clench around the air.

Hux was silent--torn between his apparent duty to the Supreme Leader and his desperate desire to wash his hands of this entire mess. He seemed either convinced or annoyed by your sniping with Kylo, and you hoped between his doubt and current need for an engineer, he'd let it go.

You were still focused on getting a reaction from Kylo--you ran through a scenario where he was murmuring hot obscenities in your ear, fucking you like he cared only for his own release. This did nothing but make the Force curl inside of you and vibrate around your clit, bombarding you with bliss, bringing you dangerously close to orgasm--right in the General's office. Stifling a whimper, you hunched over, covering your mouth with your hand, like you were bored, and not resisting the temptation to come undone in front of Hux.

"Explain why this supervisor ended up dead," Hux said, finally--but you were barely paying attention by this point.

You could only think of words, now, hardly creative enough to conjure full images--they were all pathetic pleas, but you broadcast them anyway. Fuck, please, Commander, please fuck me. I want your cock so fucking bad. I want you inside me, Commander.

"Disrespect," Kylo replied. No reaction yet. "Intolerable."

Commander, please fuck my cunt. Fuck my mouth. Use me like I'm disposable, spill your cum into me--

"I see," Hux said. He was stuck--with Kylo here, he'd lost out on his chance to trap you in your own words. And the pressure to send Ren off on time was seemingly important to him. You wondered how much shit he'd gotten for Starkiller's explosion. "Don't let it happen again."

Don't you want to use your pet, Commander? Don't you want to ruin my pussy? Mmm, fuck... it feels so good when I cum around your cock, sir--

You saw it--the curl of his fists, the bunching of his shoulders--the resistance in the face of the mounting urge to satisfy your begging. "Oh, ofcourse, General." His voice betrayed nothing. Even if you knew that below his robes, he was hiding a furious erection.

Kylo spun, spearing you with a warning stare from behind his visor before striding out into the bridge. When he disappeared, so did the Force-hold between your legs. You gasped, going doll-limp, like you were exhausted--and in some way, you were. Your heartbeat thrummed in your fingertips, your skin danced with light, every inch of you whined for release. Thank the Maker you hadn't actually cum, though. Fucking asshole.

"Well?" Hux said, one brow cocked. He'd run out of tolerance for your presence. "The least you can do is coordinate the repairs for the shuttle. Dismissed."

Swallowing, you nodded, standing. "Yes, sir." Before leaving through the hatch, you turned. "Um, and... my, uh, assignment--"

"Dismissed."

"Right."

You weren't sure if Hux had wanted you to return to your quarters and change into proper uniform, or if he wanted the shuttle repaired as quickly as possible. On the off-chance it was the latter, you rushed to the bay, ignoring the confused sets of eyes following you onto the shuttle, focused only on setting up the orders for interior repair. You were thankful that you'd had so much experience cleaning up after Kylo--the job wasn't difficult, even if it wasn't fast. and you logged a complimentary pre-flight inspection, as well. Might as well cover all of your bases if you didn't know when you were returning.

When you'd finished your tasks, you debated on where to retire. Your quarters--or Kylo's? Logically, of course, you knew that you should go to your quarters. But the knowledge that he would be leaving soon and the persistent ache between your legs was convincing you in another direction. And it continued to convince you until you'd arrived at his door, tapping your fingers on your thighs. You'd started to wonder if Kylo was there at all when the door flew open, a gloved hand seized your arm and ripped you into the hallway.

There was no time to breathe or argue before a massive body pinned you flat along the now-closed hatch. Breathless and urgent, two hands clutched your thighs and pushed you up the wall until your face was level and your hips were flush with his, restrained arousal jamming into your heat. You didn't get to speak a word--in seconds, Kylo's mouth bruised yours.