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lemongingerart · 1 year

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Chapter 2 - Shooting lessons (II)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and with each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

Tags & warnings: TRoS fix-it (kind of), Hux!lives, Hux doesn’t like Kylo, Not a Redemption Arc, maybe a little bit, shameless fem!OC insert (there are cliches but entertaining ones imo), slow emotional burn, medium sexual burn, Enemies to Enemies With Benefits to Lovers, Hux is still a villain don't forget, Virgin Characters, masturbation against the door, pinv, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Awkward Sexual Situations, Past Child Abuse, dubious first kiss, Dom/sub Undertones, Mental Breakdown, Unprotected Sex, wet Hux, that deserves a tag/warning on its own, Minor Character Death

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N: Yessss it’s Hux turn now to be embarrassed 😈 by the stars I hope I did him justice. And this is not even the real deal. How do people even write this stuff?

Oh wait, I just did… somewhere in the next chapters 😬🙋

(Don't get any wrong ideas, me publishing 2 chapters in 2 days is a unique thing 😂 Let me know if some parts are inconsistent - I reviewed this so many times and I am literally falling asleep on my desk. But publishing the previous chapter got me enthusiastic and now I'm doing things I might regret yolooooooooo)

This was different.

Once, when he was still a Lieutenant and reluctantly assigned to drill newcomers by Brendol, he instructed cadets on their first shooting lessons. He took the job seriously, but the mandatory physical contact was something he had liked to avoid as much as possible. Having his father oversee his progress didn’t really help. The latter thought he could never do any good and ever since Sloane had bestowed the group of commandants' cadets from Arkanis on him, and made it clear the commandant had to convey his teaching techniques to him, tensions were… high.

Nonetheless, he made sure the new cadets were on the top rankings within the then already distributed First Order training curriculum, and tutoring these classes became a routine job.

This time, however, he felt that every little contact filled him with static electricity, although he was absolutely certain that was scientifically impossible. It made him lighter in his touch, doubtful, but also slightly longing to explore the strange responses their physical connection was making. He was slowly becoming aware that he was lingering just a bit too long on her hands, her arm, her shoulder, but he could not let go just yet. Seeing goosebumps form on her lower arm and the fact that he knew he was causing them, made him want to see which other effects he could have on her.

He gulped, all of a sudden conscious that the mysterious effect was starting to become bidirectional. His head felt light, caused by little sparks popping up in his brain, and his face felt like it was burning. Contradictory, goosebumps formed underneath his clothes. He became aware of how the fabric was rubbing his skin and he couldn't stop thinking about how it would be if it were her warm hands instead.

Hux took a sharp breath and tried to concentrate on the task at hand, forcing his eyebrows into a harsh furrow as much as possible in an effort to hide any other evidence apparent on his features.

“Remember this position. The stance of your arm will catch up the recoil. Now, try to aim and shoot,” he said sternly, hoping she didn’t hear the slight raspiness of his voice.

The blush on his cheeks refused to subside though, as did the thoughts of exploring her exposed skin some more. So he hastily decided to create some distance between them, before he would do something he might regret.

Once he regained his wits somewhat, he slowly went to stand behind Miko, trying to march with a steady thread. He hoped she wouldn’t turn around to check on him, because he suspected she could easily notice the result of his state of mind now.

Stars , this wasn’t the first time she made him lose his cool like this. He hated it, how she threw him off balance, made him feel out of control.

Miko positioned the blaster as instructed and took a shot. The result wasn’t good, but definitely better than the previous feeble attempt.

Looking at her stance, there was still some work to do. "Spread your legs a bit more" he added, very much aware that the instruction could be misinterpreted, given the light tremor intruding his spoken words. To his relief, she didn’t say anything about it. Now that he thought about it, she hadn't looked his way nor spoken for a while now. He wasn’t going to complain about that, thank the stars , but it was curious in comparison to her usual manners.

“Again, watch your left arm. Compensate.” he instructed, still aware that his voice didn't sound as determined as it usually did. The distance he created slowly made him able to focus again, though. At least enough, so he wouldn't blurt out ridiculous things. Or worse, do something he might regret.

Again, again, again, he had to repeat for another 10 minutes, and she still wasn’t able to hit the target - and he still wasn’t able to let the unprofessional thoughts dissipate. The only thing he could do for now, was keep them at bay.

He sighed, thinking about her lack of precision. When a recruit performed this badly, he usually sent them away for maintenance personnel training or something similar. Sanitising duty if he was extra annoyed.

But now, he had to persevere, if only for his own good. On top of that, his mind was still betraying him. It was as if it was sending him little doses of impure ideas, while having to watch her bring up her arms to aim the blaster, the pose exposing her curves more than usual. He repeatedly dictated her to correct her stance, resulting in her pivoting her feet with her usual energetic attitude. The accompanying harsh movements made her butt move in ways he couldn’t divert his gaze from, once he caught sight of it. Every little thing he noticed about her was making the shooting lessons even more of a challenge. But at least, the distance made it possible to subdue those thoughts enough to proceed with the exercise.

After another round of disheartening attempts, Miko hung down her shoulders and let out a frustrated moan, the raw noise bringing Armitage right back to his problematic thoughtlines, but this time much worse. He couldn’t stop the rather lewd visualisation that the sound forcibly pushed into his head. He could feel his blood boiling, his cheeks furiously glowing, fingers tingling as if they've been deprived of blood circulation all the while and oh by the galaxy his pants were becoming tighter…

Of all times, she turned around to face him now, as if she knew what he was going through after that groan of hers. In a haze of panic, Hux swiftly turned on his heels, towards the door, trying to hide the blush and other evidence in the less well lighted area of the loading bridge.

‘Short break’, he almost whispered, before he left the small hangar space.

Armitage fled to his quarters, for the second time locking the door, leaning onto it. He was acutely aware of the déjà vu, and he knew back then the urge, the want, only increased after he had opened the door. Whenever she got close to him, it was as if his body had a mind on its own. Before, he was able to control himself, but what happened in the hangar was absolutely ludicrous. He needed to get her out of his system, so he could actually instruct her without thinking about trailing his hands over not only her hands and arms, but also her back, trace the muscles there that pull her shoulders back as a response to his fingers, map the bones of her clavicle, watch her throat gulp when he passes there with his thumb, then dipping down slowly, cupping and squeezing her breasts, seeing her shudder under his touch running downwards, working his fingers under the hem of her pants, pulling her closer by her belt and…

Fuck. It was no use.

He was again standing there, up against the door, like a stupid horny lowlife, with a rock hard boner he could hang his greatcoat on. He felt foolish and worthless, not being able to keep his subconscious needs where they should remain: subconscious. He’s a frigging officer of the First Order, he was able to withstand much more triggers than this, mentally taking note that he was taking over her horrible swearing habits as well. Seeing someone act so freely, without any emotional boundaries, was stirring up things deep inside him he couldn't bring to words yet. It was tearing down his carefully built up walls and he wasn’t sure what to think about it.

But the dick was a serious issue. He still had to finish the training, to give their mission any chance of succeeding.

Frack.

He snapped open the neck clasp of his uniform and pulled the clothing open with a speed which could damage the material, but right now he couldn’t care less. He clipped open his belt, making sure the thing didn’t clatter on the floor and alarm her. For all he knew, she was standing right behind the door he was leaning onto. Oh by the maker … he shouldn’t have thought about that, an almost painful throb shooting through his cock, which made him lower his pants with a bit more care than the uncharacteristically frenzy he performed on his vest.

He took himself in his hand, shut his eyelids and debated whether or not he should do this. It’s been a while, he usually pulls so many all-nighters, making him pass out on his blue sofa or in best case in his bed with the datapad on his lap.

But, by closing his eyes, his wretched imagination took over, taking him back to the hangar and the sounds she let out, suddenly turning into something much more explicit in his imaginary ears. Stars, he hated the fact that he couldn’t control his thoughts from flowing freely, but it was no use - he couldn’t stop the images from popping up.

A fraction of a second later, he heard the same indecent noise but the scenery was replaced with the one in which she was only in one of his towels. When she was looking for something to wear, a few days ago, bowing down. His towels, his shirt, his… he wanted her to be his to claim…

He suddenly was standing mere inches from her flushed face, their breath’s mangling when she righted herselves and slowly leaned into him. He started peeling off the plush piece of fabric in his fabricated dream while he automatically started pumping himself, not aware of his ridiculous stance and the cold durasteel on his back. He was so far gone he wouldn’t notice a star exploding.

Hux didn’t think he still had a few brain cells left for producing imaginary scenarios like this, since he had tried to ignore them for so long.

But by taking the plunge, they made him dive so deep into his subconsciousness he wasn’t even aware of what was up or down and by the gods of the galaxy he was yearning, yearning for a soft touch, to make her feel good and just feel something in return, feel worthy and content, for once in his life. To be in control of her pleasure, to make her whimper under his touch when he slowly traced her arms and shoulder, like he did in the hangar, her plump breasts, her buttcheeks, every detail of her skin. Just take in the effects he could have on her and feed on them. Greedily take the nape of her neck in his hands and pull her closer to taste her, pulling her legs up and press-

He shuddered, quickly imagining being buried deep down in her, the pressing of his hands on her hips and her neck leaving bruises, and pulling her impossibly closer on his spilling cock.

He opened his eyelids, the light of the room playing tricks on his retina because he squeezed his eyes close too hard. He only then realised his hands were sticky from his cum, coming down from a height he hadn’t been on for a very long time.

Actually, if he thought about it, he couldn’t have imagined it was ever like this. This…intense… real. Soft? His usual sexual fantasies were definitely not this emotionally loaded and soft. And took a while longer to reach its climax. This was ridiculously improvised.

Now that he was more or less thinking clearly, it made him feel sick.

He was still trying to catch his breath, pondering on why she was doing this to him. How was he going to be able to withstand these urges he never had to keep under control before?

Hux heard some rambling in the wardroom, snapping him out the leftovers of his trance. How long was he standing here against the door? She might start asking questions if I don't get my act together now . He stumbled to the sink, washed up quickly, hastily put on his clothes - hissing when he raked the bacta patch while pulling his pants up - and combed his hair. Then, he double checked his appearance in the mirror, wanting to make sure there was no evidence left of his previous state of distress.

He took a deep breath, put his head up high and took long strikes to the door. This time, he wouldn’t allow himself to get distracted.

He just entered the wardroom and noticed Miko walking towards the cockpit, datapad and some rubbish in both hands.

What is she up to? Again?

Armitage followed her wake, both annoyed by her sudden and unauthorised action and curious what got into her head this time. When he arrived, that droid and she were doing something at the comm unit and didn't look at him entering.

"All set and done. You should be able to connect to my commlink now!” She exclaimed with a smile, signalling him that she did notice his arrival.

"The new identification code they provided us with is also installed. Your ship should be listed as a cargo vessel right now." She happily mentioned, after she placed her hands on her hips.

Hux sighed, glad a practical conversation might make him forget about what he just wanted to do to her, and replied: "Let's hope no one wants to actually check it out, because one glance from an enthusiastic republican will get us into trouble." Miko quickly turned her head towards him. “We should’ve painted the ship in a happy colour, you’re right. Like, bright orange.” she whispered in a secretive way.

He cocked his eyebrow, not sure what to do with her comment.

”Kidding Hux, I don’t have a death wish. Although I don’t know if death at your hands would be worse than whatever we’re facing next.” she said smilingly, turning back to the controls.

Hux gulped and decided not to react to that comment. He was content to hear she didn’t underestimate him, but he did just think about fucking her with his hands on her neck and now… he decided the weapons controls needed to be checked.

Any distraction would do.

After a short pause, she righted her back and said to him: “I'm done here. Up for round 2?”

He harshly turned his attention to her, slightly confused and already sweating under his collar, the sentence having a completely different meaning in his ears. Before he could actually register what she was really talking about, she exclaimed “I’ll be in the hangar” and turned around with a slightly bubbly attitude.

He sighed again and followed her wake, keeping enough distance. He wasn’t going to get tricked by his hormones twice.

The training session went on for another 30 standard minutes. Hux kept his distance and was able to find back his instructor mode, and even keep any unwanted distractions to a minimum. They kept going, until she was able to automatically pull, aim and shoot. Actually hitting a target was beneath any standards, but for the approaching rendezvous, just having the movement in her physical memory would have to suffice.

The proximity alarm went off, signalling their arrival. The duo stopped their activities. Miko holstered the blaster, put PC on her back, and followed in Hux’ shadow towards the cockpit.

A/N: Shields breaking, walls cracking… next time, maybe teeth colliding? Who knows…

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Forget the Storm

A One Shot in a galaxy Where the Bad Guys Win

TheGreatWicked

Summary: General Hux takes some rarely used, yet long-accrued personal leave to visit his homeworld, Arkanis, and visit his wife. He arrives amidst one of the famous downpours to find his wife has never experienced a thunderstorm. Shocked, he helps her forget the storm.

Inspired by a TikTok by Lady In Writing, called Thunderstorms. AU, where Hux doesn’t die and the bad guys obviously win.

Pairing: Hux/OFC, Selene

Rating: Explicit; graphic depictions of sex. Minors do not interact.

I am not what many would consider a man of many pleasures. I don’t laugh, I don’t consort with my inferiors, I am not one for dalliances and I do not smile, or if I do, it’s rarely a good thing for those around me. Just ask the rebels I had executed last week, oh wait, you can’t.

There aren’t many things in this galaxy that bring a true smile to my face, and I’m well aware that people think me to be grumpy, with a permanent scowl on my face, completely unable to find enjoyment of any sort but the fact is, they’re quite wrong. I am a man of unwavering dedication and strict discipline and once something is in my sight, I never let it go. And it’s an attitude like that, that will someday see me ruling this galaxy.

However, today, ruling the galaxy is the last thing on my mind. As I stride purposefully toward the hanger where my personal shuttle awaits me, there’s a lightness in my step and a softness that I rarely exhibit. Something tugs at the corner of my mouth and if I’m not careful, I feel in danger of a blasphemous smile breaking across my face. It is difficult to maintain my usual sternness, as even my steps have an uncharacteristic ease to them, but I must only maintain this for a bit longer.

Those who cross my path, feel that, perhaps, something is different about me today and they’re quite right, the disparity in my behavior is discernable enough that those who deal with me every day can tell. They can see by the way I pass my subordinates and I don’t bother to stop to demand my customary salute, some may think I am angrier than usual but in fact, I am simply indifferent. On the other hand, some may see my aloofness as perhaps me just being in a rare good mood, given my lack of barking orders. No need to really, it’s not out of charity that I ignore what I usually wouldn’t, I have people for that.

Today is different because it’s been weeks in the making and planning, but I’m only a few short hours away from my homeworld of Arkanis; a place I never, in a hundred years thought I would look forward to returning to.

That is, until recently, I’ve never had a reason to return to it. It’s the reason I’m in such good spirits today. I don’t return to the ghosts of my past, nor do I return to an empty house. It is her; my wife.

Selene.

A woman who captivates me in all things, in ways I never thought possible and has from the moment I met her. In her presence, my disposition undergoes a remarkable transformation, though none are witness to it, as I suspect Rens does when he returns to that woman of his, that desert girl. As much as I dislike to acknowledge such a factor, in that regard, he and I are the same.

An intellect sharp enough to cut yourself on, unwavering dedication to me, and a ruthlessness that I admit, I had underestimated in the past. And, of course, beautiful in a way that transcends physical appearance. She is my equal in all things.

It seems so strange to me now, that our marriage began as something of a political stunt; one meant to present a polished image of the First Order to the galaxy. It was simple propaganda, which I had been less than thrilled by when the arrangement had been presented to me. Although, I must admit, the very notion of being selected for such a role did serve to stroke my ego, considerably. It was both flattering and irritating.

Being the youngest general in the First Order, loyal, ambitious, handsome in my own right, and of course an impressive military lineage dating back to the Empire. They had said I was a natural choice, and in that regard they were right. But a wife? That had been the last thing on my mind, I was neither interested in finding a wife nor keeping up with one, and the concept of monogamy was as interesting to me at the ridiculous space wizardry of the Force. I liked my freedom to do as I wish or fuck who I liked, Selene had simply been another name on a list.

The entire hanger snaps to a salute as I enter it and I try to look a little more irritated but it’s growing increasingly difficult because with each step I take toward my shuttle, I am that much closer to her.

With each precise step, I march through the hangar, my heart racing with an eagerness I'm careful not to show outwardly. The troops stands at attention, a sea of crisp salutes and rigid stances, all eyes fixed on their departing general. My head remains held high, an image of unwavering resolve as I approach the waiting shuttle.

The protocol demands that I maintain an air of control and discipline, even though every fiber of my being longs to sprint towards that shuttle, to escape this moment of tedious formality. The atmosphere in the hangar is charged with anticipation though only I feel it, but I must endure the final briefings from my subordinates, as they rattle off last-minute details regarding Starkiller Base’s ooperations during my absence.

I listen, my patience thinly veiled by my standard curt responses. Time is of the essence, and I can't afford to waste it on trivial matters, but I know it to be a monster of my own making. From a time when I wanted complete and precise adherence to my instruction and command, no detail was too small to escape my attention. Before Selene; when the most important thing to me was my duties. Every question they pose is met with my trademark sharpness, a reminder that I have no patience for idle chatter. I yearn to be on that shuttle, en route to Arkanis.

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Finally, I ascend the ramp of my shuttle, a place where I can escape the incessant inquiries and mundane concerns. The door seals shut behind me, and I'm left in blissful silence. In this solitude, I can shed the facade and allow my true emotions to surface.

Taking a seat in my private quarters, I recline slightly, a rare moment of respite. The pilot's voice breaks through my thoughts, informing me that we'll depart as soon as we receive clearance. I nod, acknowledging the information, but my mind is already far ahead, racing towards the reunion awaiting me on Arkanis.

In the silence of my private quarters, my mind wanders, back to the beginning of our marriage and how shocked I had been at the whole thing, and how it had become something far more profound. I hadn’t expected such an undeniable connection or the common ground we shared that extended beyond the realm of politics, we complimented each other remarkably well, our strengths and weaknesses intertwining in perfect harmony.

But the truth of the matter that surprised me more than I expected, was that I enjoyed being the recipient of Selene’s affections. In the quiet moments we shared, when there were no other eyes on us, I was shocked to discover the delights of having someone I could trust, fuss, and fawn over me. The way she ran her hands over my uniform’s crisp lines, searching for imperfections, with an eye as keen as my own. It was amusing to no end for me, how she held the same high standards I did and if I was being completely honest? I relished in the knowledge that whenever I strode about in my uniform, she couldn’t take her eyes off me. The solace I found in her company had been remarkable, her every word and fleeting glance, all of it, an unspoken language we share.

Not that I would ever admit publicly, but in her way, Selene, I suppose, has me wrapped irrevocably around her finger. Imagine, that, I, a general of the First Order, a man of considerable power and authority at the mercy and whims of a woman. I chuckle at the notion though I can’t bring myself to deny it, because deep down I know the truth; I’d move galaxies and rip down the stars if she asked me to. I would defy all odds and willingly submit myself to her desires. Dismantle empires, and reshape the nebulous void of space if she would ask of me. Despite all my achievements, all my finery, and my victories, the greatest one I hold in the highest regard, is her.

I can feel the gentle vibrations of the shuttle’s engines as we take flight and anticipation fills my chest, here and only here, and for only a moment, I can let my guard down and allow the smile that’s been threatening to break all morning. In just a short while, I’ll be there, with her again after months of separation with only holos videos, written communication, and the memory of her touch. My smile grows, and I am content for a few moments to let it gleam through. In Selene’s presence, I no longer feel like I carry the weight of the galaxy on my shoulders, there is only her warmth and loyalty.

As we draw closer to Arkanis, the skies grow dark and the rumbling of thunder is louder, the hallmark of my homeworld. Storms are not an uncommon occurrence here, and much of the time the skies are filled with rainclouds, though this time of year does see some powerful storms. I realize that this isn’t something I prepared her for and I can’t help but feel a flicker of concern for her comfort. Her homeworld, Felucia is a tropical one and while it has storms of its own, they tend to lean more towards hot, humid drizzles, nothing like the booming thunder that rocks the skies.

In thinking of her homeworld, I can’t help but think of the start of our relationship. She hadn’t even been at the top of my list of candidates for a potential wife, and I struggled to comprehend why that was. Her father, who had been a prominent figure in the merchants guild, had a considerable position of power and influence. Yet, I knew as soon as I saw the man what he was — a bully, a coward, and a brute. I knew his kind all too well. Men who dined exquisitely while their underlings starved, wore fine clothes, and boasted about their achievements yet, never lifted a finger to pull their weight or earn respect.

Insufferable man.

But it had been worth it, listening to his nonsense, Selene had walked in and she had been a breath of fresh air to the stagnant room and the unbearably oppressive humidity. Her matter-of-fact manner of speaking had undoubtedly caught me off guard, and I had to admit, she was utterly charming.

Once we were alone, she wasted no time in addressing the bantha in the room; of how neither of us truly desired the positions we were forced into – the roles we were expected to play. She made a convincing argument of how we could make this work to our advantage, this unconventional arrangement. Her tenacity was captivating. Her skill of negotiating was truly commendable as she outlined the benefits we could reap from one another, she exuded confidence but I saw what she had been trying to hide; fear.

My fist clenches at the thought.

Her proposal had been motivated by a fear I knew all too well.

Marry her.

I scoff at the notion now, as if I could have refused that creature; that gorgeous, intelligent, and determined woman.

She offered me everything a man could dream of; an effortless marriage, unwavering loyalty to me, and a willingness to submit to my desires all the while maintaining the expected image of the wife of a general. Obedient, quiet, loyal. All I had to do was rescue her from her father’s clutches and never raise a hand to her.

It existed briefly between us, and in a flash, it had been gone; the fear in her eyes of her father’s whispered harsh words and warnings. No doubt a concoction of threats and manipulation for her to toe the line and do as she was told. A man far crueler than me might have taken her for all she was worth or perhaps left her to the whims of the man she feared most but no, not me. I couldn’t. I too had felt the weight of a harsh and unforgiving world pressing down upon me.

As I sip the last of my tea, my lips curl into a snarl.

Against all odds we had entered into this union of ours and it had surpassed my initial expectations. Selene had held up her end of the bargain and proven herself to be a devoted wife to me, presenting herself at all times with poise and grace in the public eye, never a hair out of place. She played the role of the demure and well-mannered; adhering to the expectations placed upon her as my wife. But it was behind closed doors that she truly surprised me; when I truly saw the woman. I wasn’t an idiot and I understood the nature of arrangments like these and that desire was more often than not one-sided, and in fact, I had been fully prepared for this outcome but it hadn’t been warranted.

I hadn’t expected such… ardor from her. Our honeymoon had been nothing short of remarkable, I expected a wife who appeared devoted and yet when we were alone to show fear or reluctance, yet that had not been the case. The door hadn’t been closed for five minutes before she was set upon me, she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off of me. It had been quite a night.

It’s amusing when I think of it now, how we quickly became what subject of whispers and admiration within the ranks of the First Order. The poster couple for this new regime of obedience, representing the strength and unity my superiors had sought to achieve.

And in return for her compliance, all I had to do was treat her with respect and ensure her safety and well-being. Childs play, really.

I can feel my smile turn dark, as I recall the final hurdle to our union; Selene's father.

The man, desperate to maintain a sense of dominance over a daughter who was no longer his to control, posed a threat to our freedom. His interference could not be tolerated, and my fury knew no bounds when he had made the foolish attempt to take back Selene. Stupid man.

The plan had been meticulously orchestrated, a tragedy befell Selene's father in the form of an unfortunate accident. No questions were asked, and the man's presence was swiftly extinguished from our lives. In public, her reaction was an expected one; watery eyes, shoulders shaking slightly, grief lightly painting her features, clinging to my arm, but her head held high. Of course, it hadn’t been that simple and when I finally revealed the truth to her, I had braced myself for her displeasure. I expected her to berate me, to question my methods and motivations, to realize the monster she’d made a bargain with. But to my surprise, Selene's reaction was far from what I anticipated. Instead of anger, she pushed me into a chair and dropped to her knees, kissing my hands and pawing at my uniform. At that moment, she reaffirmed her unwavering loyalty and love, declaring that now, I was truly the only man in her life.

I tug at the collar of my uniform as I feel a flush of heat surging through me at the memory, stars, the night that woman gave me…

The weight of her words sent chills down my spine, a mixture of exhilaration and a tinge of apprehension. I had acted with the intent to protect what was mine, but I couldn't deny the thrill of Selene's fierce devotion. I had taken a life for her, for us, and I would do it again.

"I take it this pleases you," I had cautiously inquired, needing to ensure that his actions hadn't stirred any fears or doubts within Selene's heart.

Her response, filled with a seductive promise, sent a shiver of anticipation through my entire being and straight to my cock. "Not half as much as I'm going to please you," she had whispered, her voice carrying an intoxicating blend of desire and satisfaction, the very sound could drive a man to his knees.

That night, Selene unleashed her adoration upon me, leaving no doubt about her commitment to me. She clawed at me, eager to make good on her words. She praised me well into the night as her fearless, powerful, and undeniably handsome husband, showering me with a passion and pleasure that left lingering bruises on my body, denying me nothing.

I reveled in the orgasmic bliss Selene bestowed upon me, wave after wave of carnal satisfaction. In those intense moments throughout that night, I felt alive, desired, and cherished. Never before had I felt so powerful, so wanted.

When the dawn broke, I skillfully concealed the evidence of our passionate encounter, those reminders of our clandestine liaison. Her marks, tokens of her ravenous hunger, remained hidden from prying eyes, but I would wear them for days.

I adjust my trousers at the thought.

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Finally…

As the shuttle touches down on the stormy and soaked grounds of my ancestral home, my anticipation has reached a fever pitch. My poor, darling wife has no idea I’ve come, she has no idea what I’ve in store for her. I’ve been eager to surprise her for weeks now with this visit, the rain means nothing to me as I dawn my command cap and heavy coat, tromping through the accumulated puddles, making my way to the grand house that had once belonged to my father.

I don’t think of the countless horrid memories of this place, no, my thoughts are consumed by Selene, her presence a beacon of light in my otherwise tumultuous existence. I can’t help but wonder what I’ll find her doing; will she be reading? She does enjoy a good novel. Perhaps sleeping away the storm in the comfort of our bed? I certainly wouldn’t mind crawling in and waking her. Sipping tea in my chair in the study or perhaps I’ll catch her doing something of a more naughty nature. Coy minx she is, I’ve caught her before and I can’t help the chuckle that rumbles through my chest and resonates throughout my body.

If my father had only known the woman he was giving me, he never would have let me have her.

I’m told homecomings should be filled with warmth and familiarity but that was never my experience, until Selene. I never expected to feel this way as I crossed the threshold, all thoughts of ghosts of the past quickly vanish and are replaced by desire.

My smile grows as I venture further inside, ready to surprise her, the droids swiftly attend to me, taking my command cap and coat. Shaking off the residual rain, I compose myself before making my way up the staircase, taking them two at a time, to the bedroom. The house is quiet and the only sound is the distant rumbling of thunder, but it’s growing louder as the storm draws closer.

The room is so dark at first and devoid of movement, it takes my eyes a moment to adjust and for a moment I can’t help but wonder if she’s retired for the evening. But as a flash of lightning fills the room with its violent illumination, I see her. Her silhouette against the window with her back to me, no idea I am even here, she’s so absorbed in the storm’s might. A more perfect sight a man couldn’t hope to return to, arms wrapped around herself, draped in little more than my full-length coat, similar to the one I’ve only just left downstairs. Its large size encompasses her effortlessly so much that it’s partially slipped from her shoulder. Her long legs are bare from under the opening of the coat and I can feel my mouth water. Long dark hair cascades over her shoulder like a curtain, concealing me from her sight.

I swallow the lump in my throat at this portrait of enticement that is waiting for me, and I can’t help but wonder if the surprise has been spoiled somehow, this is far too perfect a sight for a man to simply stumble onto. Maybe she knew I was coming, maybe she’d been standing there waiting for me. Maybe she’s planned something for me, naked under my coat. My hands clench into fists, flexing briefly and I struggle to maintain my composure, but stars all I want is to wrap her hair around my fist.

She doesn’t seem to know I’m here, she’s still so captivated by the storm, outside. Years of training and discipline give nothing away in my steps as I draw closer to her, the sound of my footfalls masked by the relentless downpour. I marvel at the juxtaposition of her delicate form against the backdrop of the raging storm, her vulnerability hidden beneath an air of fascination and fear.

I have to stop and take in this sight once more before I disturb it – my wife, temptingly wrapped in my coat, gazing out at the spectacle that is my homeworld. The fixation on her face stirs something in me as I stand silently beside her. I can smell her hair, and feel her warmth, it’s dizzying, so close I can touch her, and so I do.

She finally becomes aware of my presence when my hand grazes her bare shoulder to brush her hair aside. My words are hushed, they’re only for her as I murmur against her ear delicately wrapping a few strands of her hair around my fingers.

“Feeling chilly?”

She turns immediately startled, her eyes are full of shock and disbelief as she takes in a sight that she isn’t prepared for. B without a moment’s hesitation, she flings her arms around my neck and it throws me briefly off balance a step. She weighs nothing to me and I lift her as I did the day I carried her over the threshold of this house when we were married, she yelps in surprise at my romantic gesture. I surprise even myself, sometimes.

She’s breathless when she asks me what I’m doing here, like she can’t believe it’s really happening, but she doesn’t let me answer her. Her perfect lips are locked onto mine in a passionate kiss and her fingers bury themselves in the scruff of my neck, beginning an assault on my pristine appearance. Her reaction is exactly as I desired, and I can feel myself smiling into her kiss.

"Taking some well-earned leave from my duties and lavishing my beautiful wife a visit," I manage to answer her in between her hungry mouth seeking mine, “I take it I’ve succeeded in surprising you?”

“I’m completely shocked!” She beams at me, her eyes sparkling with delight as I set her on her feet, and she’s hesitant to leave my arms. "When did you arrive?"

"Only moments ago" She looks out the window and back at me with a solid look of disbelief.

“You came through that?”

The room resonates with my chuckle, how amusing, she thinks this is something. This is nothing, just a drizzle. "Do you really think a little rain would keep me from you?" My tone is playful, something I haven’t felt in months, "I've weathered storms far worse than this.” And it’s true. This drizzle, this sprinkling? I don’t even feel it. My lips graze hers as I speak and she’s positively captivated by me, when I take her delicate hand and press a kiss to it, I am a gentleman and an officer, afteralll.

“You never cease to amaze me, my fearless General,” Stars. I love it when she calls me that. Her fingers tenderly trace the contours of my uniform, and her eyes follow the path her hands take. “Your unyielding devotion humbles me.” There’s such fervency in her voice, it’s welcoming and laced with seduction, a deliberate melody crafted just for me. Every word that falls from her lips is carefully chosen, lavishing me with praises.

The crafty thing she is. I relish these moments when she pushes me to break free from this stern and composed facade, knowing that only she holds the power to unravel me in this way. My hands roam down her back, over the sturdy fabric of my coat, I know so well, I can’t feel anything beneath it. Blood pulses in my veins and my cock grows thick with want.

"Do you often pilfer my uniforms, my love?" I can’t resist the allure of seeing her in my coat, it just does something to me. Something I suspect is not unique to only me, but the sight of her in my clothes and how they envelope her form stirs something possessive in me that’s impossible to explain.

Her smile teases me with a hint of an retort but she says nothing, leaning her head back while I take the lapel of the garment and pull it forward so she can’t escape me.

"Oh, I see," I say, "You have a fascination with power and authority, do you?"

“There is something undeniably attractive about a uniform, especially when that uniform is my husband’s.” It’s Intoxicating, the sound of that laughter of hers. I sense the subtle vibrations on my skin as she peppers my jaw and neck with kisses and the softest nibbles, ensuring not to leave any visible marks. She knows better than that, but I also know for a fact she doesn’t mind the punishment that comes with it.

“Technically, it’s not allowed, you know.” My resolve grows weaker under her delicious onslaught. “Wearing the uniform when you’re not an officer— it’s quite inappropriate.”

“Are you going to punish me for my insubordination, General?”Her tone carries a feigned fear, and it's fortunate that this woman isn't under my authority. I’d ruin my reputation for those lips, in a way that isn’t remotely acceptable for an officer of the First Order.

My lips curl into a smug grin, just imagining Selene in a crisp uniform alone in my office. Her use of words like insubordination and when she addresses me as General, my blood boils and my uniform trousers suddenly feel far too tight.

"Perhaps," I say against her skin in a hushed tone, "I might have to contemplate a fitting consequence for your actions, though I might be inclined to show mercy."

“I look forward to it, General.”

The way Selene embraces this aspect of my identity, even in the subtle act of adorning herself with a piece of my uniform when I'm absent, resonates profoundly. She wants me close, she wants me. That knowledge stirs a yearning within me. Unexpectedly, it awakens desires I hadn't entertained before, yet that's the captivating allure Selene has cast upon me — she evokes a sense of being wanted, a sentiment I never knew I craved.

Her suggestive gaze and the way she licks her lips with calculated intention has me trying to decide if it’s worth the trip to the bed only a few feet away, or if I’ll have her right here. Her precious naked skin against the cold window, that way when the next storm rolls through she’ll think of me. Stars, I have to know.

“Now, what exactly are you wearing beneath my coat, Selene?”

"Do you honestly think I'm lounging about naked beneath your coat while you're not even here to enjoy it?"

"A man can dream, can't he?”

“Armitage,” She presses the gentlest of kisses to my lips, her tongue darting out to tease me, “had I known you were coming, I would have laid naked on the bed wearing only your command cap.”

Stars above. It's as if she conspires to fan the flames of my hunger.

She knows precisely how to manipulate my restraint, skillfully tugging and pulling at it until it threatens to snap entirely. Her presence is a siren's call, irresistible and relentless, drawing me closer into the vortex of our shared desires. Her lips, soft and insistent, press against my neck, igniting a firestorm of sensations that course through me. My desire surges to the forefront, a tangible force that leaves me breathless and electrified. Each heartbeat is a thunderous echo of my yearning, reverberating through the depths of my chest.

Oh, the things I’ll do to this woman...

It's hard to imagine how I'd react if I were to come upon such a scene. Finding her reclining on our bed, patiently awaiting my return, it would undoubtedly be a challenge when it comes to tearing myself away from the inviting warmth of our shared space to fulfill my responsibilities back on Starkiller Base. I'm fairly certain that if I weren't momentarily rendered speechless, my words would have halted at a simple ‘Darling, I'm home.’ Every inch of her perfect body on display for my eyes only. A visual feast for my consumption.

A searing wave of desire courses through my being, and I'm overwhelmed by an unquenchable lust. It's inconceivable to envision a reality where she isn't by my side, where our destinies don’t intersect. The thought that even the slightest alteration in the course of events could have kept us apart is beyond comprehension. I need to touch her, to feel her skin against mine, bury myself in her heat, and hear her say my name.

"Is that so?" I utter the question with a near-growl, my voice laced with a subtle tone of command. The shift in my manner, a manifestation stirred by her mere presence, caught me off guard initially. I hadn't foreseen the extent to which I would savor this newfound assertiveness. What's even more astonishing is her evident pleasure in witnessing this facet of my character."

I’m going to devour this woman.

The abrupt crash of thunder reverberates through the room, eliciting a startled response from Selene nestled within my arms. The unexpected strength of her embrace catches me off guard; although storms of this nature hardly faze me, her trembling form suggests a vulnerability I hadn't anticipated.

"Darling, are you, frightened of the storm?" I inquire, my gaze probing hers for any traces of fear.

She averts her eyes from mine, her grip on me slowly easing, and her hands delicately smoothing over my uniform in an effort to regain composure. In a hushed tone, as if hesitant to reveal any vulnerability, she confesses,

"Would you think less of me if it did?"

My fingers delicately trace the curve of her cheek, a subtle lift guiding her chin to meet my gaze.

"Never," I murmur with unwavering assurance, sealing my promise with a tender kiss. "Rest assured, my love, these storms, though a little stronger this time of year, are but a passing tempest."

I crave the return of that radiant smile to grace her lips, and the assurance in her eyes as she finds solace in my presence during these ephemeral days. Yet, the bitter truth lingers — in a few days I will depart for Starkiller Base, leaving her to weather this relentless season in solitude. It's a persistent ache, a reminder that our stolen moments together offer only a brief reprieve from the harsh reality that awaits.

After a thoughtful pause, her smile reappears, carrying that alluring touch of mischief that never fails to enthrall me. She inches closer, and her breath, warm and inviting, brushes against my neck as she speaks. "The rain, it's chilling. Will you be my warmth until the storm subsides?" Her question, laden with a candid vulnerability veiled by desire, stirs something profound within me. I find myself nodding, our eyes sharing an unspoken pact. In my gaze, there's a darkness, a magnetic allure that captures her attention, and the playful façade she wears dissolves, unveiling the hunger beneath.

"Show me, my powerful General, how you'll keep me warm." It's a provocative invitation, one that even all the discipline in the galaxy cannot shield me from.

Something primal stirs within, and I willingly assume the role she craves. I revel in the intricate dance of dominance and submission that defines our intimacy. My commanding demeanor, the vigor, and restraint that define my essence seamlessly align with Selene's yearning for guidance and protection.

Her fingers trace a tender path along my jawline, down my neck, and to the clasps of my uniform. Our desires entwine, and our shared understanding of the power dynamics in our relationship adds an electrifying intensity to our encounters.

“Shall we start by settling you into bed?” I pause briefly, lowering myself to lift her gently into my arms, cradling her thighs as I effortlessly raise her.

A contented purr emanates from deep within as her legs coil around my hips, and I proceed to carry her toward our bed. The notion of making love against the window can be reserved for another occasion. Her weight holds no significance, and as we ease onto the mattress, it yields softly to accommodate us. Kneeling beside her, I delicately lay her down, my arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

Selene's tender words, "I've missed you," linger in the air, entwined with the rhythm of our languid kisses. Her voice resonates with a profound yearning. I don't often indulge in grand declarations of love; action is my preferred language. Selene understands this facet of my character, yet she knows that I secretly crave hearing such sentiments from her. Her admission sets my blood ablaze, and my heart stirs at the echo of her longing words. The revelation that she pines for me, has been consumed by thoughts of me, and hungers for my touch kindles a passionate fire within, a blaze I must carefully contain.

"And I, you," I murmur gently, my voice revealing a tenderness exclusively reserved for her. Rarely do I lay bare the depths of my emotions, but in this singular moment, entwined with Selene, I find myself unable to shield every fragment of my vulnerability. She occupies a distinct place within the guarded recesses of my heart.

"Selene," I murmur, drawing her nearer, "Open, your mouth and kiss me properly." My words are a command, a plea, an invitation—all rolled into one. I desire nothing more than to feel her lips pressed against mine, to share in a moment of unbridled passion and connection, a rare escape from the constraints of our roles and the burdens we carry.

Sweet, sweet compliance. I taste her again after months of only a memory, the perfume she wears the way she tastes like oranges and tea, the softness of her tongue against mine. It’s indescribable and it’s only the beginning. I've held off any self-pleasure the last few days knowing how good she would feel, how perfect she’d taste, and even as I kiss her it’s just as I hoped. Our lips move together in perfect harmony as though no time has passed at all, I can feel her hunger, how much she wants me.

Another clap of thunder resounds outside, Selene flinches instinctively, but the fear that once gripped her is now tempered by my presence. I’ll make her forget it, kiss her till she’s dizzy, tease and pleasure her till she’s a mewling mess. There won’t be a stronger storm than the one we’ll create tonight.

"Come," My voice, a soothing balm. "Let's get your mind off the storm."

My fingers trace a deliberate path along her leg, effortlessly discarding the coat that drapes over her. True to her word, there's nothing provocative concealed beneath, just the modest nightgown she sleeps in. Yet, the gown's brevity and the alluring neckline tell me everything I desire to know. My lips meet hers with a fierce hunger, a possessiveness that claims her, my tongue delving past her lips to savor the intoxicating taste, again and again.

Feeling her frantic hands against my uniform searching for the closures that she’s learned to unfasten with practiced ease draws an amused chuckle from me, but it fades quickly. The pride in my uniform is forgotten in a rush to get it off so that I can feel my wife’s naked body against mine.

The echoes of the storm outside gradually yield to the rapid cadence of our breaths, blending with the gentle rustle of fabric. Each component of my uniform gracefully descends to the ground, followed by the subdued thud of my boots, forming a growing heap on the floor. The urgency intensifies with each passing second, mirroring the escalating desire building within me.

"You're insatiable," she murmurs, her words escaping in breathless fragments, accentuating the affectionate devotion I lavish upon her.

"Months have passed with only the echo of your touch and the melody of your voice lingering in my memory. Yes, I find myself quite famished," I admit, my words measured and deliberate. My lips graze her neck with a possessive intensity, an insatiable hunger driving my actions. I yearn to mark her, to make the entire Galaxy witness what she is to me — unequivocally mine. The nightgown's modest neckline impedes my exploration of her form, a frustrating barrier that will soon succumb to my desire as I am compelled to tear it away.

“Darling, you’re not nearly naked enough.”

She slips out of my coat and lifts the short gown over her head, casting it away. I can’t help but be disappointed as the coat is removed, but I suppose I can’t find much reason to complain. I rasp in approval when her mouth is on my skin, licking, sucking, and biting down my chest. She can leave whatever marks on me she likes here, I don’t care, I’ll wear them and stroke my cock when I’m alone looking at them at the memory of what she’s doing to me. The sound of my belt clinking coupled with Selene pulling at my trousers, working them over my hips sees the last of my uniform carelessly tossed to the floor where it belongs.

“Better?” She pulls me back to bed and into a kiss, it burns hotter now that there’s nothing between us.

“Much.”

My cock is so damn hard it hurts and it’s been that way from the moment I saw her in my coat, my imagination running wild. What she was wearing under it, what I would do to her here in the privacy of our home.

My mornings used to begin with a cold shower, but now they begin with a hot shower while I fist my cock remembering the last time I felt her cunt squeeze me. I can’t walk around my ship without thinking of places and circumstances I’d like to have her.

“Although I must admit, I could certainly get used to seeing you in nothing but my coat.”

The grin she gives me stops me in my tracks, she slips her arms back into the coat and reclines against the pillow in a provocative pose, instantly capturing my attention. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t work.

“Is this more to your liking, Armitage?"

“Very much so.”

I cover her body with mine, enjoying how her eyes glaze over with a caress of my thumb over her nipple. “I could have you like this every day.”

Her lips tremble against mine when I kiss her, her whimpers are so sweet to me. While I tease the seam of her lips with my tongue, my thumb has worked the peak of her nipple to a maddeningly needy state.

I can feel her heart racing, memories of endless waves of ecstasy and my eyes locked on her quivering form enjoying every second. My mouth moves down her neck followed by the occasional scrape of my teeth then the soft warmth of my tongue. Her back arches into the pillow when my lips drop and the scorching heat of my mouth and the velvet of my tongue swirls around one of her hard nipples. She’s thrumming with need and she keens into me, singing sweet little cries for my ears.

“So desperate for my touch, aren’t you?” She emits a soft sigh of longing as I loosen my grip, her chest rising and falling, and the delicate shivers that gracefully ripple across her skin do not escape my observant gaze. I can’t help the amused chuckle that escapes my lips, she wants my mouth, then she’ll have it, as if I could leave her wanting. She ceases her sad little writhing when my mouth resumes its exploration down her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel and she squirms slightly, my girl is so sensitive.

“Armitage…” Her voice is so delicate and full of need.

“Be patient Selene, I told you, darling, I’m hungry.”

I breathe out a hot breath between her legs, my shoulders opening her thighs for me, she’s trying so hard to be still for me, knowing that I’ll reward her patience. I watch as her chest rises and falls in anticipation, and her lips quiver when I place a soft bite on the inside of her thigh before soothing its sting with a kiss. I do it again, my teeth not breaking her skin but causing enough discomfort to see her eyes shut and her teeth catch that lower lip of hers before easing my bite with my lips and tongue. I stroke her inner thigh, enjoying how she writhes slightly at the gentle caress.

“Tell me, did you miss me, Selene?” I give her only a split second to answer before I dip my tongue between her folds.

“Yes!” Her reply is a strained whisper and full of relief as her body goes taut. “So much!” I close my eyes and dip my tongue back, taking a long and leisurely taste from her entrance to her clit, hearing her so anguished, so relieved soothes me somehow. “I always miss you,” She struggles to speak, to not trip over her words. “I–I’d give anything to be in your bed every night!” The endless chorus of desires on her lips is more beautiful than any composed symphony.

“Is this what you think of when I’m gone when you touch yourself? Is this how you want me?” I’m a cruel man. I could ask her these questions while I tease her all day.

“Yes.” She practically sobs her answer to me, poor darling, I think I’ve teased her enough, maybe.

My hands encircle the curve of her thighs, drawing her nearer to me. She reacts with a mixture of astonishment and anticipation, emitting a prolonged, breathy moan when I delve back between her lips. The cadence of our connection is unhurried and purposeful, a rhythm not intended to tease but to relish and savor.

She clutches the pillow tightly, her head swaying gently with every movement of my tongue. Her lips bear the weight of a bite, yet a sudden, precise pinch to the inner curve of her thigh elicits a sharp inhale, deep and unexpected.

“Armitage!”

I release her soft flesh from my mouth, swiftly rising to hover above her. Her jaw, now secured in my grasp, my tongue asserts itself into her mouth, taking all I want. In the silent exchange of dominance, I wordlessly compel her compliance, and she yields willingly. As the intensity of our kiss gradually subsides, I murmur against her lips. Her eyes, laden with desire, lock onto mine, conveying a surrender that seems almost inevitable.

“None of that. I want to hear every sound you make, I want to hear all of your precious, needy cries.” She nods, “Open.” My fingers rest against her lips and she eagerly complies, swirling her tongue over my fingertips up to my knuckle. My cock throbs wishing it was between those lips of hers instead of my fingers, but soon enough, I’ll bury my cock in her perfect pussy and fuck her till she’s delirious. I withdraw my saliva-slicked fingers and trail them down her body, settling between her legs.

Her breathless moan rings out with a stroke of my thumb across her clit, and her head falls back into the pillow. As much as I love bringing her to orgasm quickly I have to admit I greatly enjoy drawing it out. Until she’s a sweaty mess and nearly mad from my ministrations,

“How many times should I make you come for me this time? Hmm?” Those lovely eyes flutter closed at the feeling of me slowly stroking her lips, my touch soft and loving. “Five?” My fingers slow to a crawl and my touch practically disappears entirely only to return a moment later, making leisurely and slow circles around her clit. “Six?” She whimpers, knowing full and well that I don’t make empty threats. “How many can my girl handle?”

Her delicate 'ah, ah, ah's' are a symphony to my ears, akin to the most exquisite poetry. A mere graze, and she's teetering on the edge of orgasm before I playfully snatch it away with a gentle slap to her thigh, eliciting a reaction that would have propelled her out of bed if I hadn't trapped her beneath my weight. An agonizing pause hangs in the air before my nimble fingers, so adept at their craft, resume their rhythmic dance, this time at a more deliberate pace.

“Please,” when she pleads with me like that, I can never hold out for long.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” I lick her lips but pull away before she can kiss me. I punctuate my response by dragging the head of my hard cock through her folds, enjoying how her lashes flutter and her eyes roll back. “Could just bury my cock in you, fuck you till your body is so sensitive that you’re begging and shaking, and even the mere thought of my touch drives you into an orgasm.” Her tongue sweeps over her lips in anticipation, her eyes locked onto mine. “Would you like that, Selene?”

“Yes, please,” I watch her eyes flutter closed and her head fall back into the pillow as I stroke the inside of her thighs, trailing a delicate touch up her legs to her lips, delivering a deeply sensual caress. Then without warning, I delve back down her body, I hum against her pussy in a devious open-mouthed kiss, she mewls lewdly for me now, that’s better. A sharp flick of my tongue on that delicate little bundle of nerves has her thrashing against me, but she’s not going anywhere I don’t want her to.

Her cries grow louder and more desperate, sweet, and needy with each devious swipe of my tongue.

“Maker..”

Her hips twitch and then I work furiously, pushing every button I know she has. Alternating between soft and featherlight passes of my tongue that barely touch her clit, to broad strokes to that bundle of nerves, sucking gently because anything harder will have her crying from being pushed too close to the border of pleasure and pain. Finally, my calloused fingers spread her lips apart ensuring her lovely little clit cannot escape, her cries grow higher pitched and she’s soaking, her legs are taut and all it takes is a final flick of my tongue and a growling command “Come Selene,” She tumbles helplessly over the edge.

The rolling torrent of her orgasm washes over her body in waves, she writhes and keens against me, no nerves can accurately deliver any messages of what to do. I watch each twist of her hips, how she grips the pillow with white knuckles, her toes curl in pleasure and her legs tremble. Her cries are a symphony of want and lust mixed with my name while taking desperate lungfuls of air as though she were drowning. I begin to slow my assault, knowing any moment it will be too much for her, though one day I will push her further into a second orgasm, but not tonight. Perhaps when this Rebellion is thoroughly crushed and I occupy a far greater position in the First Order, then I’ll tie her to the bed and feast on her until she cries and begs for me to fuck her.

I’m hard and my cock aches to be touched, I leisurely stroke my length in anticipation, I could watch her come down like this all day. Then I see it, the look in her eyes that reads drunk with lust, and she instantly wants me inside her. She pushes herself up and my coat slips from her shoulders completely and the item is quickly forgotten about.

Her mouth is hot and hungry against mine, something about this woman, how she yearns for my mouth after I’ve made her come with it, I don’t understand why I love it, but I do. The way she’s clawing at me like a deranged animal, licking inside my mouth, trying to taste more of her orgasm and I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t live for these moments.

“That’s one,” I rasp against her ferocious kiss.

She reaches between my legs and grasps my cock, inducing shudders that swiftly course through my entire being. I’ve no idea what it is about a woman telling me she wants my cock, is it the word or the sentence itself? It never fails to give me chills. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt her silken fingers wrap around me. It’s exquisite how she strokes me settling into my lap, she’s so close that it hurts me to not be inside her.

I can do little to stifle the groan that she rips from my throat when I feel her smear her slickness against my cock and she squeezes me.

“Lie back, Armitage,”

Her hand centers on my chest, and she pushes me onto my back, I give little resistance embracing the softness of the bed and my wife’s charms. I watch captivated by the way she dips her fingers between her legs licking her lips at her own touch, smearing some of the wetness on my lips before tracing a line down my chest. My eyes close of their own accord when she strokes my cock slowly with the combined slickness from her body.

I’ve earned this, convinced of my entitlement. I am deserving and, indeed, worthy of this woman, of the indulgence and pleasure unfolding. I am General Armitage Hux, the architect of the decisive blow against the Rebellion. The youngest general within the First Order, the heralded figurehead of the burgeoning regime. Selene's sinful touch, her exquisite form—these are rightfully mine.

She licks at the seam of my lips delivering a kiss that’s far too simple for the effect it has on me, I can feel my cock twitch in her hand and euphoria settles over me like a cloud, like a drug taking its course. Enjoying the sight before me, my wife, my Selene, perched naked over my hard cock looking at me as though I’m the supreme leader. Every inch of her body is for me and only me.

She’s teasing me like this, she knows there will be consequences later, right now I’ll let her enjoy this position of power she holds over me, but my patience is waning. I need only growl her name before she sinks down slowly onto my cock, she nearly collapses on top of me from the heat and pleasure.

Her moans make my skin prickle, as I’m finally seated completely inside her cunt, and it’s perfect. Stars, it’s fucking perfect. Always the thoughtful lover, she starts by gently rocking her hips against mine, so I can find my inner discipline and get a hold of myself. Because truthfully I could come right here and right now, all the memories, holovids, and messages exchanged can never compete with reality.

“How’s that feel, darling?” My voice is a bit raspier than I’d like but I am very much in control. “Good?”

Selene's gaze is gently veiled by half-closed lids, and a dreamy allure graces her features. Yet, despite the ethereal quality of her expression, she remains acutely attuned to my desire for more than a mere nod; she understands that I relish the extravagant, the pinnacle of comfort rather than just comfort itself. I'm not content with a soft bed; I crave the softest bed imaginable. When it comes to tea, it's not any blend that satisfies my palate; only Tarine, served at the precise moment before reaching the boiling point, will do. She's cognizant of my inclination for verbal responses, but she also comprehends my penchant for a captivating spectacle. In this intricate dance of preferences, my wife, the enchantress, effortlessly delivers.

Her hands move up her body to caress her breasts and her head leans back slightly offering me a vision most men would only dare dream of having, before telling me in a half moan, and with a gentle rock of her hips.

“Perfect, Armitage. It’s perfect.” Her words trail off but there’s nothing lazy about her declaration, the way it spills from her lips like a secret she can’t bear to keep. “You’re perfect,”

It’s captivating, the casual way she touches herself, a slave to her own pleasures and the moment, lost in them.

“And this?” I give a sharp thrust of my hips upwards and she lets out a glorious whine, edged with such need, it’s an exquisite sound, so I do it again. “I hope you don’t expect me to do all the work, not when I’ve come all this way, through a storm.”

She laughs to herself and comes back from her penetrative high, those dark eyes settling on me, she raises herself up slowly savoring the expression I know I wear before sliding back down. She rocks forward and kisses my chest before repeating the motion, her slick walls squeeze me effortlessly sending small shockwaves that radiate throughout my body.

Selene’s greatest strength lies in her ability to deliver words veiled in dual meaning with a smile on her face, telling you what exactly it is you wish to hear and consistency. She keeps this ridiculously languid pace, riding my cock so slowly that it almost feels like torture, but I know what it is she’s waiting for.

Seizing her hips to still her, “Selene, is this how you treat your husband? You’re not even trying to fuck yourself on my cock, maybe I’ll take it away, make you watch as I fist it myself, not letting you enjoy it…” There’s a sudden sharpness in her eyes, she loves this, when I speak to her like this. “I suggest, you fuck yourself properly, darling.”

The groan that claws its way from my lungs, is deep and full of lust as she slams herself back down onto me, and it would be humiliating if anyone ever saw or heard it. But it’s alright, no human servants in this house, only droids. It’s marvelous the way she rides me now, hard and fast like she knows I love.

“That’s it, darling.” My voice is harsh, “You love this, don’t you? Impaling yourself on my cock; say it.”

Again, my perfect wife responds in a way that makes my cock swell inside her, those delicate hands of hers slither up her body once more seeking out the soft flesh of her breasts to stroke and tease.

“I love it, it’s so damn good. I’ve missed your cock.”

Well, that certainly makes two of us, “Going to make yourself come over my cock, are you?” She doesn’t really answer me after a particularly sharp thrust of my hips, she just whimpers and continues toying with her nipples. “Do it, Selene, make yourself come.”

She nods quickly before one hand slips between her legs and her delicate fingers seek out that sweet little cluster of nerves, now she truly jolts against me, with each swipe of her fingers over her sensitive clit while she continues to ride me. “Good girl, keep touching yourself, Selene. I’ll need to keep this memory for when I return to Starkiller Base.” She whines at the mention of my departure and slows her pace, whimpering for me not to leave, that she needs me.

I thrust upward so hard and sharp that it steals her breath in a gasp, “I’m going to give you one minute, if I don’t feel your cunt squeezing my cock like a vice, then rest assured, darling, I’ll make you.”

It entertains me to witness her eyes widen, a sudden acceleration in her movements. Her fingers, in a frantic quest for liberation, deftly navigate each twist, flick, stroke, and tap. She assumes the guise of a puppet, yet her tenacity prevents her from collapsing onto me, even as I persist in thrusting into her hips. I grant her a degree of indulgence; after all, I've assigned her a task. It would be unreasonable to anticipate my beloved, enraptured wife to split her attention in such circumstances. I, after all, am a man of reason.

I can feel each little squeeze that accompanies the taps and circles over her aching clit, her eyes have closed and she’s trying so hard to come for me, seeing her like this, watching her delicate fingers bring her closer to orgasm while I watch, perhaps I’ll give my wife a little help. I seize her hips again and stop her movements entirely, her bewitching eyes open and she stops her movements in confusion.

I sit up enough to grab her by the back of the neck and force a kiss onto her that makes her clench me, “Is it so hard, what I’ve asked?” My kiss is hard and she groans into it, “Am I so unreasonable as to want to feel you come before I fuck you into the bed?” She can barely utter the word ‘No’ “Darling, I’m going to lie here while you warm my cock and watch you come for me again, and you’re going to, aren’t you?” I allow her to nod, “My poor cock drunk wife, can’t even speak properly,” I chuckle darkly, “So beautiful, well go on, Selene, I’ll even restart your minute but don’t you dare disappoint me.”

I sink back into the bed and breathe the fire out of my lungs with my hands clasped behind my head in pure indulgence and in truth, there can’t be a more luxurious place in the galaxy than where I currently lay. Cockdrunk she may be, but the day we met she promised me she would be a portrait of obedience and in that regard, she has never strayed, not even here. And she doesn’t disappoint me, no longer burdened with having to focus on riding my cock, though she rocks against me every so often, reminding me of just what kind of hold this woman has on me.

The sudden slap she gives her pussy both shocks and thrills me, what has my darling wife been up to in my absence? But it’s nothing compared to the show she gives me now, her eyes flutter closed again and her head lols back in pleasure, those delicate fingers of her teasing, twirling, tapping, and tickling. Then I hear it; her words.

More than the typical medley of cries of affirmation, pleading for more, no, not those. She’s speaking to me. Telling me how she loves it when I command her, that nothing makes her want me more. The endless stream of devious thoughts she’s had while she’s pleasured herself in our bed sometimes in my clothes, interspersed with wanton moans as she drifts closer and closer to the orgasmic release I commanded of her.

This minute I’ve given her may very well be the longest minute of my life and test my resolve.

There’s no Crono on the wall but I can measure the cadence of a minute perfectly on my own down the fraction of a second and I’ve given her a full minute; she’s maybe fifteen seconds in and I can already feel how close she is. I’m frozen in place at the spectacle, I can’t take my eyes off of her, every twist and turn of her gorgeous hips, the way her breasts rise and stutters to a fall when the sensations become overwhelming, it’s hypnotizing.

Selene may have been a virgin in body when we met, but her mind was far from innocent, still, she’s never given me anything like this. Calling my name, telling me what I do to her, how she wants me to touch her, she wants me to be rough with her. I can feel my mouth going dry and all I can do is stare back as that moment finally crashes upon her, radiating out from where her fingers are trembling.

In the intimate darkness, her voice calls out my name, a whisper laced with longing and desire. Her inner muscles tighten and release in a rhythm only we share, creating a magnetic pull that threatens to engulf me in the waves of ecstasy. The sensation is overwhelming, her essence wrapping around me like a silken cocoon, enticing me to surrender to the allure of climax. Yet, with every fiber of my being, I resist. The journey into the abyss of pleasure can wait; I have unfinished business with her.

The erratic fluttering of her walls, the way they grip and squeeze my cock, and tests my control as I navigate the tempest of sensations, holding onto the reins of restraint as her siren's song beckons me towards the edge. I savor every moment, every gasp and moan, as I prolong the inevitable. The tension in my body is palpable, a delicious ache that only adds fuel to the fire. I revel in the sweet torture of denial, determined to explore every inch of her before we reach the crescendo.

Her flushed skin bears the mark of exertion, and each breath escaping her lips carries the weariness of a race run hard. Leaning against my chest for support, the subtle tremor in her legs betrays the physical toll of her efforts. I respond instinctively, reaching up to cradle her face in my hands. At that moment, my eyes reflect a potent mix of darkness and possession. The realization hits me once again – this woman belongs to me. While not a newfound revelation, the sight of her complying with my wishes, as if finding pleasure in doing so, unravels something within me. Decorum, carefully maintained in other moments, now slips away like sand through fingers, leaving behind an unbridled sense of desire and connection.

I want to see it again.

This soon might be asking a bit much but I love how this creature mewls in response, she shudders as my fingers make their way down her sides following the delicate curve of her hips, holding her there and making her rock against me, in a way that tears a moan from her throat, one that sings of a hint of pain. Perhaps I can coax pleasure from her another way.

"Such a good girl," I express to my wife, showering her with gentle kisses on her lips to alleviate the heightened sensations that come from an orgasm. "You look so beautiful like this, atop my cock, coming for me." I am a terrible man. "But I wonder," my lips move to her neck, exhaling warmth, "Can you do it again?"

This soon might be asking a bit much but I love how this creature mewls in response, she shudders as my fingers make their way down her sides following the delicate curve of her hips, holding her there and making her rock against me, in a way that tears a moan from her throat, guiding her movements in a manner that elicits a moan from her throat—a sound that echoes both pleasure and a hint of pain. Perhaps I can coax pleasure from her another way.

"Feeling a bit tender, darling?"

Her response is accompanied by a subtle swallow, "A little."

"Well, we can't have that. Need to take care of my wife, reward her for being so good for me." I say, my tone hinting that I'm far from satisfied, and I sense a subtle retreat from her.

I encircle her waist with my arm, gently rolling us over, my cock regrettably slipping from her slick heat and a throbbing, persistent ache envelops my body. "Would you like to know what I've missed about touching you?" She nods, easing into the moment as my fingers delicately trace small circles around her navel, and my lips tenderly graze her neck and I can’t help but grin. “Close your eyes.”

Selene is a formidable presence, unyielding in the face of anyone, including me. Yet, within the confines of these doors, she becomes pliable under my touch and she closes her eyes. Every tender spot elicits delightful sounds—soft whimpers, moans, and mews. As my teeth graze her ear, I observe the shudders coursing through her flawless skin.

Her breath catches when my fingers follow a trail up her smooth stomach, and my lips hover over hers, just barely grazing in a manner that I'm aware drives her to the edge. Despite the tempting sensations tingling on her lips, she refrains from completing the kiss, knowing it would only bring an untimely maddening experience.

Her lips part and only a sound of need escapes, even though she’s already had two orgasms, she wants more. I leave a trail of fire down her slender neck, sucking and licking. Her breathing has returned to a calm almost languid state, but she moans when she feels my hot breath on the swell of her breast, then the flicker of my tongue. Her lips tremble, I can’t see them but I know they are, I know exactly how she reacts to my touch, and In a matter of moments, she’s ready to come for me once more.

“Missed how sensitive you are,”

Wrapping my lips around the hard bud I suck softly and my tongue draws lazy circles furthering her state of arousal. Her chest heaves now deeply as she takes in lungfuls of air in a desperate attempt to assert some control over her body. But she can only do so much, and when I press my thigh between her legs and my thumb and index finger gently pinch her neglected nipple she’s lost the ghost of any control over the situation.

Before Selene, my relationships had been shallow and fleeting. The women I chose to spend time with required no emotional investment and left without a trace as soon as I was satisfied. However, my wedding night with Selene was an entirely different experience. She didn’t need to take her clothes off for me to want her, she captivated me with her intelligence and sharp wit; her presence alone set my heart racing. While I used to be indifferent to my partner's sexual needs before, now I found great pleasure in surrendering control to her, for the first time giving in to her deepest desires and exploring every inch of her body to bring her pleasure. Exploring ways to make her moan, sigh, and whimper brought me immense satisfaction, as though it were a challenge, all the many ways I could make her sing for me.

My arousal builds as I move my lips over her perfect breasts, teasing them with gentle licks and soft suckles. As the heat between us rises, my cock throbs with desire for this woman - my wife. Her wordless moans echo throughout the room, sending shivers down my spine and intensifying my desire to please her even more. A deep, almost consuming, pleasure surges through me as I taste the sweat on her skin and my tongue rolls against her supple breast. She murmurs my name brokenly, like a plea that can barely be uttered.

"What is it darling? Loth cat got your tongue?"

With every motion of my hand comes another little gasp or whimper, and all I want is to give her more. Her hands grasp at me, clutching onto my shoulders for support and coiling in my hair pulling and twisting my regulation-styled hair but I can’t care less, and I feel a surge of primal possession wash over me. This woman had been given to me by my father, but it seemed like she had chosen me too. Her skin grows hotter under my palms and I can feel her entire body trembling with desire.

The tension in the air is electric. I can feel her heart thumping against her chest. Her hands tighten around my shoulders nails digging into my skin in sharp little crimson marks. I keep her pinned against me, barely giving her an inch to move away, as she squirms against my thigh. I tasted the salt on her skin, running my tongue up along her collarbone. Her breath hitches, an indication that she’s close. I hover above her and speak with a hint of slyness in my voice.

“Almost there, aren't you darling?”

I can feel her nodding her head silently. Everywhere my body touches hers, I feel her quivering with suspense and desire. I relish the power I have over her. She’s putty in my hands as I maneuver my mouth and tongue against her flesh, coaxing and teasing until she’s begging for mercy. My lips crash onto hers like a wave, taking ownership of every part of her.

"Give me one more, then you're mine."

The way Selene responds to my every touch is intoxicating. My teasing of her nipples makes her moan, and my thigh pushing her closer only further intensifies her pleasure. As her back arches I latch onto her other breast, producing a desperate and sweet sound from her throat. She pulls at my hair with her fists, most likely unaware of how tight she holds on, but I welcome the slight pain. Her body trembles as the waves of orgasm cascade through it, and I feel an urge of possessiveness like never before. Watching her is more satisfying than any fantasy I've ever concocted - months have gone by since we’d been able to be together and finally having her brings me more enjoyment.

When the tremors subside I kiss her softly but I’m not received that way, she pulls my lips against hers with a nearly feral hunger. Her tongue demanding my mouth open to her, it’s difficult to withhold the groan in the back of my throat, hell, she’s earned it. Seems I’ve worked her up quite nicely, but before she gets carried away with this hunger I have something to tell her. Something that can’t wait.

“That’s three.”

If she thinks she was the only one desperate to feel my cock impale then she was wrong, though I’d already buried myself in her slickness already, it was short lived, and I got a little distracted. I’ve still yet to come and I’ve seen to it that she’s enjoyed three exquisite peaks. I’m more than a little eager to enjoy what I know I’ve earned.

But I don’t need to relay this information to her, Selene knows me and she’s desperately clawing at my shoulders and chest, trying to put me on my back. I comply somewhat, sitting back on my haunches stroking my cock, as she crawls towards me, an untamed look in her beautiful eyes.

“Made a bit of a mess of me, darling,” She grins and that tongue of hers licks my thigh, tasting herself once more.

Each swipe of her tongue thrills me, in public she’s a portrait of elegance, decorum, and propriety. But here? She’s pure sin, filth, desire, all the things I’ve thought of while fucking other women or while stroking my own cock in search of quick release. Her lips plant kisses up my thigh in between quick little flicks of her tongue that make it harder to focus on any thought other than where I want her mouth next.

But my darling wife already knows this, already knows I’m satisfied with this foreplay and I’m ready to enjoy her oral skills. There’s no teasing of my cock with that sweet tongue of hers, no easing into it, just one moment her lips are on my thigh, and the next she’s swallowing my cock whole and I’m groaning loudly, not caring if the whole damn planet hears me.

“Kriff!”

That sinfully sweet mouth of hers swallows my cock sucking and stroking with her tongue. My hips jerk in time with her and my head falls back and for a moment all I can do is revel in the sensations, trying to remember how to breathe to avoid hyperventilating. She moans onto my cock as if she enjoys the act as much as I enjoy receiving it, at the rate she’s going, she’ll be swallowing my cum in minutes.

She still can’t quite take all of me but she’s certainly progressing, taking more and more each time, and whatever her mouth can’t manage those dangerous hands of hers help along. Slim and silky fingers work the remainder of my shaft, while her mouth sucks on the crown of my cock, like she’s enjoying a favored treat. It’s exquisite, like velvet massaging my length in ways my own hand is incapable of replicating.

My chest expands with each breath as she continues her oral ministrations, practically drooling over me, her hand twists and strokes my length in tandem, moaning every so often, I can feel the reverberations each time she does it. She hollows her cheeks and sucks me into her mouth, deep-throating as much of me as she can, engulfing my aching cock in the delicious heat of her mouth. She’s trying to get me to cum, it’s wet, sloppy, and her lips are swollen and red, slick with saliva. She could slay a man with that mouth of hers.

“Trying to make me cum so soon? Can’t have that, darling. I’ve only started with you tonight.” My hands hands tangle into her hair, squeezing just enough, to send the correct message, slow down. She reluctantly slows her pace and I breathe a sigh of relief now that I don’t have to worry about fighting an orgasm so quickly, stars know it would have been a struggle.

My head falls back once more and I can feel my eyes drift shut. I don’t know how she can manage it with her mouth as full of my cock as it is, but each time her lips slide up and down I can feel the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of my length in a devilishly, almost ticking sensation and my hips jolt slightly. This is perfection, my wife on her knees eagerly pleasuring me lazily as though there isn’t anything else she’d rather be doing.

I suck in a harsh breath when she focuses on the crown of my cock sucking gently, her sweet tongue circling slowly, dipping into my slit licking up the precum that leaks. Her hands never stop, one slowly strokes me sliding up and down with a twisting motion, the other, I can feel the pads of her fingertips as she lovingly begins playing with my balls, massaging, squeezing gently drawing all manner of guttural sounds from me.

I’ll never forget the first time I was treated to the delights of her talented mouth, she woke me up like this the morning after we were wed, I’ve had women suck me off before, but to be woken by such a thing? Glorious. And here I thought I had tired her out sufficiently after that night, apparently not, seemed my new wife had quite the sexual appetite.

The suction of her mouth has increased in intensity and she’s moaning onto my cock, if she comes from this I’ve no idea what I’ll do with her.

“Selene,” My voice stutters slightly and the deep rumble in my chest reverberates throughout my body, if she keeps going I’ll paint the back of her throat in ropes of my cum. “Darling,” It’s difficult to get the word out, she’s so damned brilliant at this, I’ve got to practically wrench her from my cock by tugging on her hair and the creature whines like a little brat when I forcibly remove her though a thin string of saliva connects her lips to me still and I feel my gut churning.

I cradle her neck, elevating her into a kiss where our tongues intertwine with raw hunger, a fusion of desires—hers and mine. The notion of marriage entwining with my career, initially perceived as a burden and disappointment, has evolved into an ineffable connection with a woman who mirrors my intellect, ruthlessness, and passion. Drawing her onto my lap, I relish the sensation of her attempting to draw nearer, attempting to satiate a need that has grown insatiable.

“As remarkable as those lips of yours are, I’d much rather bury my cock between these lips.” She moans when I dip my fingers between her legs, slowly teasing that little button of hers before dipping past it grunting when her heat engulfs my finger and she bucks into my hand.

“Oh, we are ready, aren’t we?” My voice is needier than I like, but it can’t be helped, it’s simply what she does to me, but it’s not without its benefits. I let her fuck herself on my finger for just a moment.

I grab her thighs pulling her into my lap and her arms wrap around my neck, “S’going to feel so good.” I mutter into her neck as I line up my cock with her slick opening, smearing some of the wetness there before I plunge upward, seating myself entirely inside her, my entire body nearly crumpling. “Tell me, darling, tell me.”

Her moan is loud and with not a care for who hears her, her whole body writhes against mine as she adjusts. It’s almost unbearably tight after months of nothing and three orgasms in quick succession, but I need her words now, need her to tell me the things she knows I crave to hear.

“Stars! Slow! I need to feel you!” As the lady wishes. “I’ve missed feeling you split me open, missed how deeply you fuck me.” She growls the words into my ear, and I can do nothing about the tremors that shake me with each slow thrust “Fuck your wife with your perfect cock, make me come for you again, cum for me, General Hux.” There’s such ferocity in her voice when she utters the last words with such exquisite annunciation of my name, that I feel only a surge of primal lust when I thrust up, seating myself completely into her cunt and she cries out. “I’ve want you!” She cries in a hoarse whisper.

She is my sanctuary.

I never fathomed the depth of my yearning for such declarations. Undoubtedly, genuine admiration always finds its way to curry favor with me. Yet, the commendations Selene shares, whispered against my lips, professing how she's yearned for my presence and how sleep eludes her in my absence—those words hold sway over me that surpass any experience I've known. Her pleas for a deliberate pace, the longing in her voice as she implores my touch, the urgency in her desire for me to surrender to her—these sensations evoke a facet of my being previously dormant. A hunger for both emotional and physical connection emerges, revealing an aspect of myself I never envisioned. She assures me that I provide her with a haven, and she tells me she loves me.

The first time she uttered those words, it seemed utterly absurd. Love me? Who would entertain such a notion for someone like me? The echoes of my father's abuses resonated in my mind, the years of disparaging remarks reinforcing the belief that I was destined for nothing and unworthy of my position. Then entered Selene. As she came into my life, my father's cruel words gradually faded into the background.

The revelation occurred after I confessed my role in orchestrating the demise of her father. Anticipating a torrent of anger, I was met with the unexpected. Instead, she threw herself into my arms, showering me with praise and affection. Something within me, long confined, was unleashed. Her declaration left me dumbfounded, a frozen moment of disbelief. I couldn't fathom it.

I clutch her tightly as she grinds on my cock, squeezing me so perfectly I just might cum right here and right now, it takes a moment for me to assert control over my own body once more enough so that I’ll last more than a minute. Poor dear is wriggling against me, eager for further stimulation, seems I’ve grown distracted by my own thoughts, my darling wife is ready for more.

She cries for more like a spoiled child wanting more treats.

I wrap her hair in my fist and jerk her head back to expose her delicate throat to me before I thrust up and hard. “This what you want?” I say as I bottom out with a groan.

She only pants and arches her back, my hand digs into her backside as I start a slow and deep rhythm, I won’t last terribly long, not for this first one. But I have a week here, a week to make her cry, make her cum, to fuck her in every conceivable position in every room of this house, making memories, as it were. She clings to me for dear life and with each thrust I can feel her grip on me tighten round my neck, her cries come in little, sweet, incoherent, murmurs, no idea what she’s saying but I pick out the occasional word or two; she says my name, that she wants more, that she loves me, pleading for me to stay.

Selene’s moan of approval, makes my skin prickle, it’s perfect, she’s perfect, and she’s all mine. My shoulders shudder slightly and a few ragged breaths come out hinting at how frayed the cord of my restraint is.

“It’s like your body was made for me.” There’s the slightest tremor in my voice and my breath comes out of deep and shallow bursts with each slow thrust. A loud crack of Thunder makes her jump and as a result, she clenches me tightly enough to make me growl and shudder. “Maker, Selene!”

“Faster, Armitage. Please,”

Stars. The things I’ll do for this woman, especially when she says ‘please’ while full of my cock. I nod, unwilling to resist her plea and increase my pace, but keep my thrusts shallow. If I switch to deep and fast then it will be over for both of us before I know it. I need to draw this out just a little bit longer, I’m not ready for it to end just yet.

My thrusts slow and I kiss her before withdrawing from her enitrely. “Turn around.”

My hands on her hips guide her to face away from me. She assumes I wanted her from behind on all fours but when she leans forward I stop her. My arm locks around her waist pulling her against my chest. “Not quite.” I correct my well-intentioned wife, “Spread your legs, Selene. That’s it.” A hand slips between her legs, teasing her clit, and she writhes against my chest still a bit sensitive but eager for more, rolling her head side to side, moaning incoherent babbly resembling my name. My cock throbs, so close to her dripping core. With a shift of my hips and a quick thrust upward with a strained grunt, I’m back where I belong. At this new angle along with each sweep of my fingers and thrust of my hips Selene mewls in ecstasy.

One arm around her waist, the other buried between her legs, the angle is perfect, despite how my legs continue to burn but the way she squeezes his cock with each slow thrust more than makes up for any discomfort. I buried my face in her neck breathing in deeply of her scent as one of her hands cards through my disheveled hair, raking her nails up the back of my neck and along my scalp. The sensation causes my hips to briefly falter and a deep groan to radiate from my chest.

“Missed this! Missed how perfectly your cunt squeezes my cock.” The arm that‘s wrapped around her waist moves up her body and guides her face to mine. “Kiss me, Selene.” My voice is thick and full of desire and she complies, unable to deny me what I want.

My hand between her legs continues to tease and stroke offering occasional gentle taps to her clit that shakes her entire frame between my painfully slow thrusts, she cries into my mouth a weak protestation. I can always taste how desperate she is, can feel it in how rigid she goes as though she’s trying to focus on pleasure exclusively. So needy in my arms so eager to come for me. “Tell me how you want me.” I husk, releasing her kiss-bitten lips. Grunting after a particularly hard thrust and tight squeeze that sends shivers down my spine. “Should I put you on your back? Or do you want to look down at me while you ride my cock?” My ability to maintain coherent thought and well-composed sentences while fucking her is really quite unfair. I thrust slower and harder, “I know, so difficult to choose, isn’t it?”

“This! Like this…!!”

I bite back a moan in agreement with another particularly slow thrust.

She kisses me and pulls my hair roughly earning a groan from me that caused me to buck harder against her.

My arm wraps tightly around her, and my thrusts come faster and harder. My legs burn exquisitely from our position but I can’t be bothered to move as the torrent of euphoria bares down on us both, if this is how Selene wants me then this is how she’ll have me. My hand threads through her hair and I tug slightly, pulling her head back far enough that I can kiss her deeply. “This what you wanted, darling?”

“Yes! Maker! I love it when you’re rough with me…”

I groan again. Those words, those filthy, unladylike words, my chest heaves, my hair is now a delightful mess, and my eyes are clouded over in a hungry haze. “Keep talking like that and I won’t last much longer.”

“Keep fucking me like this and I won’t either!” Her breath hitches in her throat and her legs begin to tremble, her clit aching from all the stimulation, hungry for the next orgasm.

“One more! Once more, darling!” I say into her neck before kissing her again. She feels too good, as much as I want to fuck her for longer I’ve given her quite the workout, she’ll sleep for hours after this. The strongest storm Arkanis has to offer won’t be able to rouse her. So I let go, my hips snapping forward hard and deep and fast, just like she’s begged me for. “Going to fuck you like this all week, do you hear me?”

My breath against her neck and my hand between her legs toying, teasing, tapping pushing her further and further along until the hot waves of release lap at her body. “Armitage! Yes, yes! Please!”

“Going to cum in your pretty cunt,” She whimpers helplessly at my words, its words like these whispered harshly mid-thrust that sends her over the edge, I can hear my own voice shaking now. “Selene Hux, come for me, come for your husband!”

Something about saying that name, hers with mine, it does her in and her walls clench and flutter around my cock as if trying to pull me in farther than is possible, she screams as my own climax finally hits me like a meteor. A powerful shockwave to rival the most powerful weapon systems of the First Order pulses through my body and I can hear myself cry out: “Mine!”

My thrusts are more frantic and my fingers continued their sensual dance her hips buck furiously against my hand. She calls my name over and over a final orgasm rips through her body, giving her no quarter, nor time to recover.

Her voice cracks and breaks and her whimpering cries for me to fuck her grow to be too much for me I seize both her hips and push her forward onto the bed before driving forward, hard. Bottoming out again and again, her tight, wet heat strangling my cock from her previous orgasms sets me on a course for nirvana, and I chase it.

My vision blacks out briefly in the throes of my all-encompassing orgasm and I seize up and roar as I spill hot seed into her, feeling her wall crush me and take me eagerly. “Fuck!”

I thrash against her wildly, not caring for anything else in the galaxy, chasing that orgasm before it slips away drinking it in, its tendrils wrapping around my body touching every nerve, causing them to pulse and overreact to any stimuli to the point that my own body doesn’t know what orders to obey. I feel perfect, I feel powerful, I feel desired, I feel everything as I empty into her body with rope after rope of hot cum and she takes all of it writhing against me.

The sensation gradually fades and slows as the last of the burning embers of orgasm fade then sputter out of existence and we’re left in the aftermath of our passion. The storm is considerably quieter now having exerted its strength and only the sound of our breathing breaks the tension in the air. I collapse onto my forearms on either side of her head. Deeply exhausted but sated like no other, the room smells of sex and sweat and we’re both a mess.

We sink into the plushness of the bed, and I exert deliberate restraint, resisting the urge to press Selene into the mattress too firmly. My entire frame quivers; it's been months since our last reunion, and during that time, it's easy to underestimate the profound intensity that exists between us. The sheer pleasure of her body against mine threatens to overwhelm me, and I can't suppress the involuntary shudder as I withdraw from her warmth. Her skin, cool to the touch, invites my attention.

I sweep her hair delicately over her neck, revealing her face, and deftly shift us so that she lies on her back. Strands of her ebony hair cascade over the bed, and a delightful blush graces her cheeks, a testament to the satisfaction of her every desire and more. She resembles a contented cat, poised to drift into slumber. Naturally, she belongs nestled in my arms, and with minimal encouragement, she finds her place tucked against my side. I leisurely kiss her, savoring her lips like one relishing a cherished confection.

“Well, that’s four. I suppose we’ll have to work on your stamina throughout the week, darling.”

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Well, got THAT out of my system... I needed to take a short break from my two primary stories; Unbreakable Bonds and Shadows of Deception. Just working on the WIP grind and honestly it'd be WAY easier if these one shot idaes weren't popping up like a damn whack-a-mole! Oh well, one more down. Lets see which one pops up next! Hope you guys enjoyed this and as I mentioned it is inspired by Thunderstorms by @ladyinwriting18 and you should absolutely go check out her content she's a truly amazing writer and just released a Reylo fic that is to die for! She also has amazingly adictive TikTok content, and you can also support her on patreon! Her Obi-wan, Hux and Maul audios are... -chefs kiss- pitch perfect! Happiest of holidays to you all my Macabrlings!

#fanfiction is life #i have too many stories #original character #alternate universe #star wars #star wars au #hux x oc #mrs hux #armitage hux #general hux #hux smut #where the bad guys win #i need more smut in my life

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Chapter 1 - Departure (II)

Fic summary: The second arc of my Armitage Hux x OC fanfic, “chocolate cookies and tarine tea”, in which both need to deal with the mess they got into (and each other, eh eh eh). Involves cookies that won't be eaten and tea that will get spilled. Same goes for certain feelings... they are going to be hungry ant thirsty 😏

You can find the link to AO3 and other chapters on Tumblr in the pinned message on my dash, both for the first and second arc 😊

Rating: Explicit. This is going to be very NSFW. So, Minors, do NOT read or interact. 18+. Family, friends and colleagues, please don’t read this. :’-)

I will add tags as we proceed in the story, please let me know if I forgot one!

Taglist: @mylifeisactuallyamess, @morby and anyone who’d like to join 🥰

A/N: Good day! This time, I have a longer and hopefully more interesting chapter prepared 🙂

I had some quality issues with reviewing this one, so it took me a while to get rid of them, and from all the re-reading I’m not even sure everything makes sense anymore? Their "discussions" are precious to me though, that's why I did not go lightly over them 😇

I hope you enjoy this chapter and I look forward hearing if I’m taking too long for something to happen or not 💁💁💁

Miko’s mind was racing. The tranquillity and purpose she had found a few minutes ago, had been efficiently eaten away by her unwanted travel companion. That outburst all too vividly reminded her again of how dangerous, maybe violent, he might become.

When she left the cockpit, she had opted to sit on the bench in the wardroom, her knees pressed up to her chest and her head facing the closed cockpit entrance. That's where she was now, trying to get the time pass more quickly, while making sure Hux couldn't come near her without her noticing.

One of her datapads lay on the table to her left, the little droid charging right next to it, so she took it, in an attempt to distract herself and clear her head.

Her fingers started tapping the screen with a seasoned swiftness, accessing PC’S processing unit. Inspiration hit her, driven by what had happened in the cockpit, and she started to program a new procedure into the little droid's core.

She looked at the cockpit’s door for a second, doubt apparent on her features.

She was currently making sure that PC would record everything that happened around her, just in case. Both on Taris' planetside as around the creepy ex-general.

The droid could wirelessly connect to her built-in data chip and to her datapad, which could then save the holo onto a remote location, safely tucked away. It wouldn't protect herself at the moment itself, but at least she would have some evidence, should she ever need it. The last thing she wanted to be, was entirely defenseless.

She sighed. The trip to Taris was short compared to their first one together, now that their hyperdrive and the nav component was fixed. But, given how quickly the atmosphere had turned as cold as deep space, she already wished it was over. The grumpy ginger's mood was as bad as the Kessel storms and she wondered how she ever saw something in him. Who knew she could've gotten so caught up in physical needs? And why? Stress? Subconscious desires? Whatever she felt back then, she definitely didn't feel it right now.

Now, she was wondering if she could even bring up the courage to spend the next journey with someone as detestable as him.

“What are you doing?” she suddenly heard from behind her back.

She jolted up from her crouched position and turned her head. Hux had sneaked up from behind her and had scared her to death. Or maybe she just thought he sneaked up on her, since she missed the sound of the door because she was still in deep thoughts about him and whatever dark plans he might have.

She let out a breath, trying to calm down, and tried to ban the idea that he was being sneaky on purpose.

'N-nothing special' she blurted out, aware of the slight tremble in her voice.

'I wanted to check on you to make sure you weren't up to something you might regret' he added, almost whispering.

O-kay… he is most definitely creepy, she reconsidered, pressing the datapad close to her chest and mentally taking note she shouldn't ban the idea after all.

The stone cold atmosphere he had just created, made her forget that he was more or less insulting her, again. It only slowly seeped through that, from his point of view, seeing someone so focused on a datapad, when they had agreed that no communication channels should be used, might've looked suspicious. Still, whatever the reason was, there were better ways to relay the message.

Miko didn't immediately know how to respond and sat still, watching him step to the pantry and wondering what his plans were. To her surprise though, he opened a cabinet to take or make something to drink.

Oddly, he did have the decency to fetch something for her as well. Even more odd, it was the taste she preferred, given the limited choice aboard the shuttle. She stared at the mintea bottle in silence while it travelled her way. Hux sat the bottle in front of her, then turned around. She watched his back when he went to prepare his. It only took him a few seconds, so she had to avert her eyes once he turned towards her direction.

Miko started to wonder if the rather worrisome comment he had whispered her way was actually meant to be a conversation starter, seeing how he was trying to act casually and looking to sit somewhere on the bench as well.

Intrigued by this opportunity for a talk, she put her datapad sideways. She focused on the bottle in front of her, still having the urge to be cautious around him and avoiding eye contact.

After a small pause, he placed his cup on the table and took a spot to her right. It was subtle, but she could see him adjust his posture. Probably, he was looking for a more comfortable way to sit, because of the shot wound in his leg, she wondered.

When he stirred in the cup he had chosen, the smell of caf and another sharp spice filled the room. He slowly took a sip, not looking at Miko’s general direction.

Miko was utterly confused and - probably for the first time ever - didn't know what to say or do at all. He had the power to swing her mood to every corner of the emotional spectrum in mere seconds. She slowly became aware of that, and she didn’t like it.

Still unsure about what to do, she mimicked his movements and took a nip from the scented water. She didn’t even register the taste.

After a short but rather uneasy silence, Hux opened his mouth:

'I might have interpreted your remark about my teeth incorrectly, I was in deep thoughts, reevaluating our options and best strategy. I was reminded about the subsequent incidents on the Steadfast and felt rather… uneasy... I probably have misjudged the purpose of your comment. '

Miko blinked her eyes twice before she let out a relieved breath. Was that an apology? That’s…unexpected .

She dared to look his way. His tone was even and could easily have been mistaken as confident, but the way he applied pressure on the cup told her it took him some effort to admit his error. The hardly noticeable body language made her feel a bit more at ease, it was as seeing him struggle with something made her feel like she wasn't alone in this crazy situation.

She felt her mood brighten, feeling more on common ground with him, and found her usual wittiness back.

‘Don’t worry about it’, she replied with an overly cheerful tone. Although just a moment ago she was definitely bothered by his demeanour, seeing this new development apparently made her stupidly hopeful.

‘I shouldn’t have responded so crudely as well. We’re both out of our comfort zones. Seems like we need to find a way to adjust to each other.’ she added, an innocent smile forming on her face.

She eyed him sideways and he nodded without looking at her.

He took another sip, so she concluded he decided the conversation was already over. She huffed silently and turned her attention to PC again, to check if the update was successfully implemented.

Her mind started wandering and replaying the conversation. This was probably as good as it was going to get. It's not that she was hoping for a normal conversation, anyway. After everything she saw from him, she was highly doubting that was even possible.

The little droid bleeped, and the both of them looked up.

'All fixed', Miko exclaimed, breaking the silence.

Armitage gave her a quizzical look, which made her realise she didn't answer his initial question.

'I gave PC a little update on his backup system, nothing special . ' she explained and pulled up her shoulders. 'I don't want to lose him if something bad happens,' she murmured. She wasn’t going to tell him what kind of upgrade it really was.

She saw the ex-general shift his weight uncomfortably, probably as a response to her clarification and the mention of what could happen to them soon. She paused and tried to gauge his current train of thoughts. Was this about what could happen if they arrive at Taris? Or at the resistance base?

Curiosity got the upper hand over caution. She at least wanted to know why he was risking his life - and by extension her life - for.

She took a breath and quietly asked: 'Why did you do it - betray the First Order?'

He let out an annoyed sigh in response.

'Why would I tell you that?' he answered with a hint of arrogance.

She closed her eyes and reminded herself that she still shouldn’t expect a normal conversation with this asshole. Oh, he could easily anger her, but not this time. Or at least, that’s what she was hoping for.

'You’re going to have to have a solid story once we arrive at the resistance base. You might as well give it a try with me?' She said, using a different tactic and trying to sound encouraging. She tried to make eye contact, wanting him to open up to her for at least a little bit, for both their sakes.

He looked her dead in the eye, but remained silent for a few seconds. Kriff , involuntary, his piercing gaze was slowly taking her back two days ago, to the incident and the shower, and making her breathe erratically. She tried to subdue the effect and hoped he didn’t catch the change in her body language.

She was about to give up on their staring contest, to stop the memories and fantasies from pulling her into a state of slight panic, when he finally looked down and hesitantly spoke.

Miko wasn’t sure if she imagined a slight tremble of his lower lip, right before he started talking:

"I…I’m not sure where to start." He admitted softly.

Oh.

"...Start where the first things went wrong?" She quietly enquired.

He still didn't look up and hesitantly nodded.

He sighed, obviously trying to think of a good way to begin this conversation. Miko suddenly became aware of the shift in the atmosphere, the air became thick and loaded with suspense. The man before her was digging into his memory and bringing up things he'd rather would like to keep hidden, she could tell from his demeanour alone. She contemplated if asking the question was even a good idea; seeing him become so… unstable… reminded her too much of that time he lunged at her. She subconsciously put some extra distance between both of them.

As if someone opened a water valve, Hux thoughts were formed into words and were spilled out.

"I was in control, at the top of my game, and seeing a clear future for the galaxy. Order, peace, prosperity under the First Order 's flag."

His brows were heavily frowned.

Miko tried to keep a straight face and not comment on that statement already. It didn't really surprise her that this was his view on the universe. What a whole different perspective than mine , she mused. She tried to ignore the itch she got from his words and reminded herself that he would be out of her life in a few days, worst case. No need to throw another argument, just because of different values and norms.

He continued: "We had a good strategic plan, both in the short term and long term. I had to endure Ren as a competitor, but that was doable. And, in a way, he was a rather welcome respite. It was easy to make him lose face before Snoke. But I’m getting distracted. The moment word arrived that that cursed old Jedi was still around, and there was a clue to his location, chaos broke loose. It was as if every single event just was planned against everything the Order stands for."

He paused and stared at the cockpit's durasteel door.

"The whole Jedi-hunting offensive escalated into an irrational chase, regrettably distracting supreme leader Snoke and driving Ren even more insane and unmanageable. "

He waved his hand through his hair, freeing the strands from the leftover gel.

"I don't have proof, but I highly suspect it was Ren and not the jedi girl that killed Snoke. He illegitimately seized power, and by doing so he created a chism in the chain of command."

Hux absently rubbed his throat, but the gesture didn't go unnoticed by Miko. She could almost feel the mix of spite and ire, but underneath that thin layer she could distinguish that something unsettling happened there, something that ran deeper than the competition he just had described.

After a pause, Armitage continued: "He started a chain reaction, by following his obsessions he got lost in them and didn't want to hear that his actions were not in the best interest of our powerful Order. Other officers complained to me, but every single time I took action, he slammed the door right in my face. He took my advice as critique, not that that was different than before, but now he was the illegitimate fragging Supreme Leader and he still couldn't distance himself from his ego. I've always been better at making management and strategic decisions. He was supposed to remain the deterrent for any kind of rebellion. He wasn’t supposed to lead us."

He was clenching his fists now, and Miko could swear she could hear the heightened pace of his heartbeat.

She had asked him for some context, and she didn't really know what to expect. But this was certainly more intense than what she could have guessed.

He didn't look at her through, and she wondered if he was even still aware of her presence. It was as if he was contemplating his situation and just saying it aloud, as if she wasn’t there.

He swung his head to one side and let out an exasperated sigh, before he continued: "And when that wretched message was broadcasted from the late Emperor, Pryde and his reserve troops appeared from the unknown regions, much stronger than anticipated. Their numbers… I am still flabbergasted at how he could manage to gather so many men. I highly doubt they were trained for something more than cannon fodder, they couldn't all have followed basic training, but I'm getting distracted again. "

He paused and gave her a sharp look.

"The fact is that right then, Ren saw an opportunity to demote me. Not in rank, but in practice. Putting more responsibilities in Pryde's hands, and eventually in the other generals. He wasn’t even subtle about it.

And the decisions he made… I couldn't keep supporting them but each time I expressed my concern, it backfired."

He sighed and waved his hand absentmindedly.

"I guess it was in one of these discussions that I started to realise I didn't recognize the Order and what it stood for anymore. Without Snoke or anyone from the original high command, without me being able to have a steady hand on the decision organ… the Order was drifting apart."

He bowed his head and frantically rubbed his hair a few times before he froze for a minute. He didn’t look up and continued.

"And… then I made a huge gamble. If I wanted a stable future for the Order, I had to make Ren and his acolytes disappear. The emperor 's message was the obvious choice. I had to lure Ren and his knights away, or at least let him lose enough face to be able to seize power as supreme leader myself. Putting pressure on him by involving the resistance and that jedi girl was going to drive him even more unreasonable, that's what I anticipated. But… I knew he or someone else might find out. Spreading this information could only come from somewhere high up the ranks, and I already lost favour. I just hoped I had time to frame someone else. Preferably Pryde. "

His voice turned soft now, almost like a whisper: "But, ironically, he was the one who put the puzzle pieces together. You know what happened after that."

Miko gulped and nodded. She remembered Pryde and could’ve guessed both generals were a close match when it came to being power hungry backstabbing psychopaths. But hearing him explain what drove him to abandon the Worst Order - well, not the Order, but the command structure - told her he wasn't only a damn well versed manipulative strategist but also genuinely worried about losing his home and ideals. Guessing he was a rather young general, the First Order was most likely where he grew up and grew into. He was losing the only life he'd probably known and the future he'd hoped for. Although her idea about the Worst Order didn't change from this elaboration - on the contrary - she did feel sorry for him. And that should probably unsettle her more than it actually did.

This was one of the hardest conversations Hux had had in a while. For the first time saying out loud that he had betrayed what he once stood for, made it all the more real. Looking for the right words, finding out how to tell her, and himself, was difficult at first.

But once the sentences had started to form, they just flew from his brain like they were ready to burst.

He couldn’t remember if he ever had been so earnest with someone. Even with Sloane, he used to be more cautious once he grasped the concepts of lobbying, negotiation and manipulation. This exposition felt like a confession; dangerous and relieving at the same time. Now, though, he realised that he was just staring at her and fiddling his fingers and showing a part of him he’d rather not show to anyone. Or see for himself.

He realised what a pathetic impotent mess he must look like, and wondered why she didn’t comment on that. She could humiliate him, throw in another argument, but she just… listened. Looked his way with an apprehensive gaze. It confused him, why she didn’t make use of this weak moment. Somehow, the fact that she was trying to understand him, was hitting his defences harder than humiliation could.

"I- think you might want to leave out some parts, but you sound pretty convincing", she instead whispered, while she continued looking at him with big eyes. She peered at him, trying to find something he wasn’t sure of, but the intenseness unsettled him. He quickly nodded and looked down, staring into his cup and trying to ignore the cold sweat that appeared out of nowhere.

Stars , it was as if her gaze had almost trapped him, the way the amber eyes bore through his own retina and looked right into his forsaken soul.

Humiliation would’ve been so much better.

He at least knew how to handle that.

He tried to focus on the caf in his hands, studying the vibrating ripples in the liquid. Wait…why was he shaking? He didn’t dare to look up again, unsure about what was happening to him. He tried to concentrate on his breathing, in hopes of making the tremble disappear. What was this? Was he angry at her, just for looking at him? No, this wasn’t anger… it was something di-

"When will we arrive at Taris?" Miko suddenly asked him, in a welcome effort to break the awkward silence. Her question brought him back to reality, and the trembling abruptly stopped. He didn’t right his head, though, it was too soon for that.

"ETA is 3 hours, so we should discuss strategy." He softly answered, taking the hint and glad to change the subject.

She remained silent, so he risked looking up.

Miko looked at him with a smug smile.

Did I say something crazy? He thought sceptically, but deep down he was also glad to fall into their recently developed routine of not always friendly bantering.

She took out her datapad, performed some commands and started reading: "apparently, the coordinates lead to a highly populated area. From the available info, the meeting point is situated just next to a marketplace."

Hux looked at her with a slightly threatening face, mixed with a hunch of panic. Why was I glad again? She's going to be the death of me.

She caught sight of his distress and immediately responded: "relax, Hux, I retrieved this intell when we were at Utapau Four. I used Tagge's company network, put up a proxy, did a local copy and removed the crumbs afterwards. There's no way they can trace anything back towards us."

He leaned back into the backrest of the bench, while recuperating from a minor panic attack and trying to maintain a blank face. She was young and maybe a bit naive, but at least she thought things through. The fact that she wanted to go to the meeting spot prepared, was surprising and strangely comforting to him.

"Taris used to be the centre of the galaxy, thousands of years ago. The population could've been compared with Coruscant this age. Its population has dwindled though, and a lot of the cities were destroyed in several wars. The jedi war, the rebel alliance. The empire had to give up its rule on the planet and since then it's been New Republic territory. I should be wary of thugs and cons and take the necessary precautions,” Hux mentioned matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean, "I"? I'm going with you, you know!” Miko responded, slightly raising her voice and eyeing him.

She took PC from the bench and placed him on her shoulder with a rather forceful action. After that, she stood straight, turned around and walked to the door with a steady thread.

What?

"What are you doing?" Hux demanded with a hissing tone, before she got out of his sight.

"Getting ready to gear up, of course. Isn't that obvious?" She huffed in his general direction.

He stood up, felt his blood pressure rise, and clenched his fists. "You should stay here. These kinds of places can be dangerous. Let me do the transfer." He responded while slowly raising his voice and pointing to the deck.

Miko turned his direction, crossed her arms and cocked her head. "You? What do you think they'll do if they see your face? Remember how my father reacted. You won't have the chance to do any talking. And… and you'll blow your cover!" She half shouted at him, before she continued her path.

Hux cursed inwardly. She was right. But he didn't want to let her go. She might get caught as well. He wouldn't be too surprised if that bastard Pryde might've sent out a warrant for her. And if they find her, surely he'll be compromised. She lacked experience and from what he'd seen from her, that foul mouth could get her into some real trouble. Including the type of trouble leading back to him.

But on the other hand, she did have a point. Going with her was an invalid option. Even if he had some kind of disguise, to get to the intel they needed, he would have to take serious risks. Much more compared to sending her and her loud mouth out there alone. If he could avoid those risks, he normally would, without thinking twice. But why has he thought of getting himself in the line of fire, before her, now? This didn't make any sense.

Maybe, it was because if something happened to her, he would be stranded here. All chances were on her succeeding. Or that's what he was trying to make himself believe. Why was he so nervous?

He quickly went after Miko, passed her with large steps and stood still right before her, blocking her path so she had to halt her movements. She looked upwards to him, an troubled expression on her face. Stars, those eyes again. Nobody has looked at him like that before. Straight eye contact, without disgust or fear. He gulped but quickly found back the words he was going to relay on her.

“Make sure I can trace your location and contact you without it getting noticed. I'm going to follow every step and action you're taking.” he commanded.

“Don't you trust me?” she replied, looking annoyed by his directive tone.

Only now he realised he might’ve stepped up a bit too close to her; he could feel her angry breath and he wondered why he was staring at her lips right now.

The droid on her shoulder turned its head, mimicking her annoyance, but he didn’t register it. He did try to come up with a quick response:

“I don't trust anyone. And no, I want to make sure you'll be safe. I need you, remember?“ he countered, his tone directive but his eyes still for some reason glued to her lips. They opened up in a small 'o', momentarily making him forget what he just said. Until his own words dawned upon him.

That sounded disturbingly awkward, he realised while slowly raising his gaze to look up into her eyes. And the way she looked back at him right now, confused and wide eyed, her mouth slowly closing, made it very clear that she misunderstood it just the same. He was slightly aware of how his heart was throbbing in his throat, how dry his mouth suddenly felt, and he desperately tried to ignore the confusing feeling. Oh by the stars in the galaxy… He had to break this pause before it got even more awkward.

He averted his head for a split second, looking to the hyperspace stripes through the viewport, trying to kriffing calm down. He then placed his hands behind his back, trying to find back his reasoning and returning his steel focus on her and what he still wanted to relay to her. He needed to focus on the upcoming mission, not on her lips.

“Look, if you see anything suspicious, report it to me. And if you feel unsure, retreat. Don't do anything rash. Playing the hero usually renders those people dead." He said. "Carry a blaster.” he quickly added with a stern voice. Getting back into his directive role helped to subdue the burning he could sense on his cheeks.

“You know I can't and won't shoot .” she replied, crossing her arms with a bit of effort, since both of them hadn't moved and they were still standing at a few centimetres distance from each other.

Sigh, how can she be so stubborn about not killing anyone? Hux wondered with reluctance.

“You're going to have to kill someone sooner or later, Miko.” He bluntly stated, looking down on her.

“Maybe in a world shaped by the First Order, mister ex-general. But that's not the world I prefer to be in. So I'm not planning on carrying a blaster with me.” she boldly replied and looked sideways with her arms still crossed, the swing of her body movement making her left elbow touch his stomach.

Armitage became acutely aware of how uncommon and awkward and dangerous this conversation was becoming. How both of them refused to yield, both in the conversation and physically, and he hated that he felt so bothered by her close presence. He never was keen on someone entering his personal space, but this was different. Luckily, though, he was annoyed enough to ignore the unsettling effect the lack of distance was having on him.

And annoyed he was: “You don't know what you're walking into, this is no playground! You should at least take something with you! Worst case; set it to stun. For your own sake.” He threw at her, realising how she was getting on his nerves again and wondering if this conversation had any purpose at all.

She was looking pretty worked up as well now, he could notice from this up close; the blush on her cheeks was more pronounced than usual. But when he mentioned the stun function, she paused, took a deep breath and looked to the ground.

“Okay, I can live with that. I think. Not that I'll be able to kriffing hit someone with it anyway.” she mumbled after a small pause, while she was staring at his boots with a defiant glare.

He held his breath for a split second. “I’ll give you a crash course. Let me fetch some blasters and let's meet up in the cargo bay,” he stated, slightly surprised and relieved with her decision. He hoped he could at least maximise his chances a bit by preparing her for possible conflict.

A/N: I haven’t found any evidence whether Taris is in this timeline under new republic flag or not, so I pretend it to be allied with the new republic but rather neutral.

#armitage hux x oc #general hux x oc #oc x canon #star wars fanfic #general hux #armitage hux #generalginger #lemonginger

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