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The bridge is busy, lots of shouting, lots of rushing. You do your best to stay calm and somehow manage ten lines of communication at once. It feels like you’re barely blinking while you basically attack the screen in front of you with command after command. You don’t lift your head for most of the time and only acknowledge information shouted your way with a nod or occasionally a thumbs up if it came from across the room.
You’re second in command on the bridge, after General Hux. Well, if you count Snoke and Ren, maybe fourth? That also does not account for Phasma…First Order ranks are obscure. Practically, it means, either way, that when Hux isn’t here, you’re the one who oversees the bridge. You would also argue that you’re doing a lot more than overseeing. Other than the aloof General, you are actually hands on. Which is what earned you the respect of the other officers – sometimes to Hux’ annoyance, because even when he is on the bridge, officers tend to talk to you first anyway.
Ren, on the other hand, finds it amusing. He does not explicitly appreciate you, but he also never has thrown you against a wall…or questioned your standing. To put it differently: he values your commitment that has the welcome side effect of pissing Hux off by proxy.
It made it ever more puzzling to him when he realized that you were not disrespecting Hux but flirting with him. Well, what started at teasing, turned into flirting. Because your body’s reaction to Hux shooting you an exasperated look made you realize that you like nothing more than for him to be worked up because of you.
Hux realized that recently as well and plays into it, you are sure of it. For him, what started as being agitated turned into being aroused. At least that’s what his flushed cheeks and Ren’s eyerolls insinuated.
Even though it was something you are excited to achieve, you don’t really know how to handle it. Hux and you are now more or less openly flirting with each other, but don’t talk outside of work at all or ever were alone with each other.
Today, Ren gives you the final push when he obviously intended the absolute opposite to happen.
It happens when you finally look up from your screen after what surely has to be at least two hours. You do so, because Hux approaches to tell you: “They found the outpost.”
You turn to him: “Thank fuck.”
“Language.”
“My apologies, General.”
The corners of his mouth twitch.
Before either of you can say anything else, Ren comes storming in.
“Why wasn’t I informed?!”
Irritated, Hux looks at him: “Weren’t you chasing that sand rat?”
“Careful.” Ren walks right up to him. They stare each other down. You enjoy the tension for a long moment before you defuse it by telling him: “We just got the confirmation, Sir. Noone is to approach before you give the order or fly there yourself.”
Surprisingly, he barely seems to register your words.
Instead, he keeps his eyes on Hux. Then they dart to you for a second and back to the General whose face suddenly contorts in discomfort.
“Out…of my head, Ren!”
“What are you so desperately trying to hide? A little inappropriate dream or…oh my!” He starts to grin.
“Don’t you dare!” Hux points at him.
“Would you please tell me what’s going on?” You throw your hands up, irritated that they engage in this pissing contest instead of focusing on the mission.
“Gladly.” Ren smiles brightly and turns to you.
“Ren!” Hux’ warning has absolutely no effect on him, and he goes on: “The General hasn’t made any advances because…how do I put it?”
“Ren!” Hux shouts, now sounding actually desperate.
“He is seriously worried an encounter would end…prematurely.”
You mouth falls open.
Aghast, Hux stares at Ren. And then terrified at you.
The three of you stand in silence for a long, very long, moment. Ren clearly relishing it. Hux obviously loathing it. You, however, have a picture in your head so explicit and obscene that it makes you flinch.
Satisfied with the situation he created, Ren gives you a nod and then simply leaves for the hangar.
“I-, I-“ Hux looks at you, back on the floor, and back at you. “Please excuse me.” He says and basically sprints to the exit of the bridge.
You have to blink several times until the realization catches up to you, leaving you flabbergasted.
“Good gods.” You whisper shout at no one in particular.
Shaking your head, trying to get rid of the phantasy this information evoked, you turn back to your screen.
“Everything alright, Lieutenant?” An officer calls from the next workstation.
You honestly don’t know how to answer that and simply give him a tightlipped smile before telling him: “Make sure that Ren doesn’t go rogue but has some fighters accompanying him.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
You stare at the requests piling up on your virtual desk. Some of them, you would have to talk to Hux about. Well, you planned on asking him about as soon as he arrived on the bridge…
You cannot, you simply cannot shake the idea that popped into your head. Even after your shift, or rather especially then, you think about it. About Hux under you. About him desperately panting, trying his best to hold it off, really trying…but it’s just too much for him, and-
After pacing for exactly one minute, you grab your datapad and request Hux to come to your quarters. You considered showing up at his, but this way it leaves him the dignity of coming over on his own accord. He could ignore it. He could just delete the request and see you tomorrow on the bridge, put his stern face back on and pretend that nothing happened.
To your delight, however, he arrives at your quarters shortly thereafter.
You take a deep breath and let the door slide open. Visibly nervous, Hux stands right on the other side, having a hard time to look you in the eyes.
You gesture for him to come in and he walks past you. You notice how tightly he has his hands clutched behind his back.
After you locked the door, he speaks up: “Listen-“
“Is it true? What Ren said.” You interrupt.
Hux’ lets out a choked noise and averts eye contact once again.
Somewhat nervous yourself, you walk up to him. You give him another second to compose himself and maybe come up with a lie, but he doesn’t.
Not touching him, you lean in and murmur: “It is, isn’t it?”
Hux shivers. You smile to yourself and lean even closer. So close that he can feel your breath when you add: “Tell me. I’d like to know.”
“Why?” His voice is barely a whisper, and he has to clear his throat. “Why would you want to know that? To humiliate me? To have something to-“
You kiss the side of his neck. Your lips just barely ghosting over his skin. Hux gulps. Slowly, you trail kisses up to his jaw. When you’re close to his lips, you lean back to tell him: “Because it turns me on, that’s why.”
His eyes widen in disbelieve: “What?”
“I think you heard me just fine.”
“I…what?” He sounds like his brain just short-circuited.
You purse your lips, waiting for him to process what you told him. To actually react.
Hands suddenly clasping your face, he does. With a groan, he smashes his lips onto yours.
You breathe out a surprised oh! and then kiss him back.
Letting your hands wander all over Hux, you pry his mouth open to push your tongue into his mouth. He welcomes it with another groan and pulls you closer, flush against his body.
“Stars…fuck…” He mumbles between kisses, making you restless in his arms.
Panting, you tell him: “Bedroom is that way.” As you walk him in that direction. More than willingly, he follows your lead.
As soon as you have him sat on your bed, you start to open his jacket and urge him to strip. His uniform pants, however, you make him keep on by grabbing his hand when he goes for his belt.
Confused, he looks at you.
“Ever since…all I could think about the rest of the day is…” You bite your bottom lip and take off your top instead of finishing your sentence.
Hux drags his eyes over your chest, lingering on your bra.
Without further ado, you straddle him, immediately feeling his hard-on press against your crotch. He inhales sharply at the added pressure and claws into your hips. Grinding down on him, you put your hand on the side of his face and kiss him deeply. He bucks up into you, and you sigh at his dick rubbing against your clit through your pants.
You reach down and palm his dick as you bite his bottom lip. He moans and scratches down your back before grabbing your tits. You squeeze his dick, making him curse loudly.
“Language.” You whisper with a smirk.
“Fuck off.” Hux replies and kisses you greedily.
You open your mouth and let him take charge of the kiss, tilting your head the way he moves it gently by grabbing your chin.
When you find the tip of his dick pressing against the fabric and run your thumb over it, he inhales sharply. “I- do you actually want-“ He stammers, making sounds more delicious than you could have ever daydreamed.
“Yes.” You tell him, widely turned on and surely drenching wet.
“Good gods…” He breathes out and moves his hips to meet the strokes of your hand.
While he bites into the soft skin of your chest to muffle his moans, you go back to grinding down on him, dragging your clothed cunt over his twitching shaft. It offers you at least a little relief and you cannot help but let out one or two moans yourself.
“Shit…I-please…” He looks up at you. “I can’t, I have to, please…”
“Go on.” You murmur and move your hips faster as you snake your arms around him, resting one hand on the back of his neck to keep him close, devouring him with hungry kisses.
“Fuck…” Now he bites into your bottom lip, quite hard.
Then he tenses and grunts and stop thrusting up against you.
You roll your hips a few more times before you still and lean your cheek against his temple while he catches his breath.
Then you scoot back a bit so that you can look down and see the wet spot in his pants. It makes you clench around nothing, intoxicated by what just happened.
Leaning his forehead against your chest, Hux lets out a chuckle. You smile and run your fingers through his hair.
“This is certainly one way to be intimate for the first time.” He tells you.
After a pause, he leans back to be able to look at you. His eyes are glazed over and his pupils still wide. You smile at him and press another gentle kiss to his lips.
“I cannot wait for Ren to see this the next time he probes into my brain.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“I mean, no! Not like that! I just mean that now…”
You laugh and stroke his cheek: “It’s fine. But don’t let him see what we’ll do the rest of the night.”
“You want me to stay over?”
“You want to leave?”
“No! Of course not, I-“
“Armitage Hux…it is confusingly arousing when you’re stumbling over your words.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah.”
“I can certainly keep that up.” He kisses your neck and then adds: “I really need to take off my pants now though.”
“Speaking of. How do you plan on getting back to your quarters tomorrow? Walk the base with cum-stained pants?”
Hux grins: “Looks like I will have to stay forever.”
“How terrible!”
He pushes you over and lays down on top of you, his hand wandering towards your crotch.
“Truly an awful fate.”
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