Yes, Commander

Commander's Quarters

*C/W and T/W. Detailed smut!! Skip if you need to! Next chapter is story driven however is violent and involves non graphic depictions of death*

"Honestly, do you ever stop getting into trouble? It's almost uncanny," Gene exclaimed with a laugh as she sat next to you in the mess hall.

You groaned. "Trust me, I'm sick of it too."

Your pen scratched a report onto some yellowing parchment. Your mind kept dancing from place to place, unable to focus on your imperative report which was to be scanned straight to General Hux. You let your forehead hit the table in front of you with a defeated sigh. This mission was taking a lot out of you and it was barely halfway through. Gene ran her palm over your back in soothing circles whilst shovelling mashed potato into her mouth.

"You know what, gorgeous," Gene started, mouth still full of potato, "life is a stage. And you are taking that stage and making it your bitch. Get your name out there! Who cares why they know you, at least they do!"

You sat back up and smiled at Gene, admiring her beautiful features and heart-warming smile.

"You're the best friend ever, Gene," you said with eyes of admiration.

Gene grinned, her dimples deep and bright. "Now, finish that report, rookie!"

"Yes, ma'am," you said with a laugh.

The report was taking painfully long. Gene stayed with you as long as she could, until she was so tired she had to leave. Your hand was cramping up by the time you finished. You sighed, stretching your back after the last full stop was placed. The mess hall was completely empty, the food racks cleaned and empty too. You'd missed dinner again because of work. With an empty stomach and a frown, you made your way back to your room.

As you entered the carpeted hallway of your quarters, you kicked off your heels. Your mind danced to the night 'the thing' happened with Ren, a wide smile growing onto your face as you recalled every feeling you had. After pinning your code into your door and throwing yourself onto your bed, you scanned your report and sent it to Hux. You rolled off your bed, slipping into a black, silk nightgown. You were excited to wind down and let your body repair for tomorrow's landing.

After getting comfortable in bed, and prepared to write notes for the following morning, you were unable to find your pen. With a groan, you got out of your comfortable bed and searched every step you had taken in your quarters until you got to the door. You dreaded it, but you knew your pen had been dropped out there. The door opened with a hiss and you tumbled out, searching the floor for your pen. You found it, rolled down the hall just by Ren's quarters. Luckily, it was late. He'd be asleep.

"Why is it that I always find you in such a vulnerable way?" Ren. Of course, he wasn't asleep. He wasn't even in his quarters yet.

You shot up, still as a statue and as red as a tomato. You bumbled for words, yet nothing coherent had come out. You hadn't been alone with Ren since 'the thing'. You yearned to experience something like that with him again. But when faced with him, you were this strange mix of nervousness and playfulness.

"If I didn't know any better, I might think you've been doing these things on purpose," Ren spoke, his voice full of honey and authority.

"Maybe I am, Commander," you teased, knowing exactly where this was going to lead.

"Your mind is pure filth," Ren spoke, still.

"And why am I blocked from you? Afraid I might find out you feel the same way too?" you purred.

In a blurry swirl, you were in the Commander's quarters, the door sealing shut tight behind your bodies. Ren pulled his gloves from his hands, tossing them to the floor. More proof he was human. He was hesitant at first, but he touched his pale fingertips to your soft cheek. As if a fire was ignited inside of him from that one touch, he trailed his hands down the curves of your body, slipping under the soft fabric. Your breath hitched as Ren grabbed a handful of your ass.