Negotiations (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Master

Meditation. 

That was the Supreme Leader's first assignment for you. You were convinced that the ease of clearing your mind in Snoke's chamber had been a fluke; your internal chatter was so loud and incessant that most of the time you growled in frustration, giving up and pacing your room. It had been several days since you'd seen Kylo; after you'd agreed to train with Snoke he had stormed out, Vicrul following, looking exasperated. He'd not made a reappearance to guard your door either. You set a pillow down on the ground, leaning back against the cold metal of your wall, settling in with a deep breath, when there was a rapping at your door. Your eyes opened slowly, frustration near its boiling point in your blood, stomping over to the door and hitting the button to slide it open. Hux was there, a dumb little grin playing over his lips, which you mocked.

"How can I help you, General?" You spat with your utmost sarcastic sweetness, bowing dramatically.

"Well now I feel as though I'm interrupting." He frowned, peering around the room as though he expected to find someone there.

"Astute observation." You rolled your eyes, striding back to your makeshift meditation space and sitting tall, breathing deeply and closing your eyes. You sat in silence for a few moments, your heart pumping evenly in your chest.

"I was wondering if you'd have dinner with me tonight?" You opened one eye, eyebrow raised, his tall, lean frame standing with his back to you on the opposite side of the room, pretending to be extremely interested in the design carved into your wardrobe. You sighed audibly, shutting both eyes once more.

"Fine." You replied nonchalantly, focusing on clearing your mind chatter, though you knew he had not yet gone.

"Well, I'll see you later." You ignored this, listening to his footsteps growing faint, the hiss of the mechanism as the door shut behind him. You opened your eyes, banging the back of your head against the wall behind you a few times. Why was it so difficult to meditate? It seemed so simple, to think about nothing, but it was nearly impossible. Would Snoke punish you if you told him you'd been unable to complete his task? The thought might be thrilling if Kylo had been your teacher; his punishments were... creative, to say the least. You burned, thinking of the look in his eyes when he'd learned that you were engaged to Hux, a look that you could only describe as jealousy. An ache started in your chest, spreading down to your core, down your thighs... You jumped to standing before your fantasies could multiply like wildfire, until you'd have no choice but to slip your hand between your legs, to get some relief. You were stronger than that, you could control yourself.

You half expected Hereanula and Novaethele to show up at your door before dinner, to dress you to the nines, turn you into the beautiful senator's wife you were to become, but there was no knock at your door. You finally drug yourself in and out of the bath, drying your clean hair and letting it flow loose down your back. Standing before your wardrobe, you flicked absently through your minimal outfit choices, settling on a black two piece set with sheer panels cut out in the sides of both the shirt and flared pants. The top was cropped, showing off the slimmest section of your waist, perhaps revealing a bit more cleavage than was necessary for simplicity of the occasion, but Hux was your husband to be. The art of seduction was, you knew, much easier with the help of a carefully chosen ensemble.

"Ap'lek," You nodded a greeting at the Knight as you passed, who grunted in reply before falling into close step behind you. You arrived on the lower level outside Hux's door, purposefully a few minutes later than you knew he expected you. Ap'lek stationed himself outside the door next to a stormtrooper, who opened it to admit you.

"Good evening," Hux was standing in the antechamber to his quarters, wearing a fine gray dress uniform, though standing rather stiffly like he didn't know what to do with his long limbs. "You're late." You could tell he was half-teasing, but you smirked anyway, gliding over to him and looking up into his face, a wolfish grin spreading over your lips.