Demoted (Hux X Reader)

Who's my Admiral?

A/N

I promise this story will not be all about coffee.

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About two weeks have passed since my fight with the two Lieutenants of the opposing shift. I have yet to shake off my little crush as it has now sprouted from the grounds of simple attraction. His occasional sprinkling of words and compliments throughout the long hours of a tiresome day feeds my ever growing attraction to him. It's almost like I need him. I simply bask in the presence of my superior, catching all of his warmth and glow.

The best part of my work is that I get to see him every single day for hours on end. When I'm not outlining space navigation for basic cargo or fleet movement or stormtroopers, I'm attending meetings with him or following him around the ship. He doesn't actually need me there, but he requests it anyway.

Today should be just another typical morning, but there is something new at the messhall. I put on the tiniest of makeup to make myself feel pretty. It's a quick two minute process of a bit of cover up, mascara, and a hint of blush. I double check my uniform and then hurry over to the messhall to get the new flavor of coffee in time.

I skip the food line and grab a banana. This time, I get myself a latte with the seasonal flavor they put out. I sit at my empty table along the wall that no one seems to use in the morning. During dinner time, the General always seems to beat me to this little two person table. I end up sitting somewhere else or if it's too busy, I take my food to go.

I sip my specialty coffee and enjoy my routine of tranquility as I caffeinate my body for the work day. I eat my banana as well.

"Morning, Captain." A low nasally voice appears from the shadow of a man that I didn't notice.

I flinch at the unsuspecting sound and look up. It was General Hux. He's in his usual uniform but without his coat. I notice his hair freshly slicked back, possibly still damp. He holds a datapad in one hand, and a disposable travel cup in the other.

"Hello there, General." I answer, holding back my smile, but still it shows.

"May I sit here?"

I look at the empty chair and nod. Hux sits down across from me and places his coffee on the table, and continues to hold onto his datapad. He looks down at it, reading something. He takes a sip of his coffee and finally looks over at me.

"I have to say, Captain. The work you've been doing is exceptional. I've been thinking of assigning you as a co-commander for an upcoming mission. One of my officers needs a space navigator since our other one will be completing another assignment."

"Hm? A mission?" I sip my coffee again. The foam clings to my top lip. I slowly lick it off so that it doesn't drip down anywhere.

Hux's casual expression drops to a quiet look of intent, all the while trying to speak. "Y- uh-" He blinks a few times before glancing back down at his datapad. He discreetly clears his throat and continues on. "Yes. I was hoping to uh... brief you on this topic some time this week." The lightest shade of pink touches his cheeks.

I put down my half empty coffee. "Sounds good." I glance down at his drink and then back up to him. "I haven't seen you around here in the mornings. Did you come to try the new flavor?"

Hux nods. "I did. How are you liking it so far?"

I finally let out my full smile that I've been holding back. "It's fun and new, so I can appreciate it. You?"

He smirks. "I love it. Care to grab another after this?" His eyebrow raises mischievously.

I nod. We sit and drink and enjoy the rest of our quiet morning. We make occasional small talk as I wait for the General to finish his own coffee. He glances at the time. We both get up and throw away our trash. I put the mug in the bin of dirty dishes and hurry next to the General to get back in line. I steal glances of his gleaming but unsmiling expression as he waits patiently in line. His hands rest behind his back so properly. Hux looks ahead and nods at someone.