Demoted (Hux X Reader)

Please?

A/N
The title isn't called fifty shades of Hux, therefore I'm not getting into all of the details. Demoted has many meanings...

Anyway

Happy Valentine's Day ;)

Once the actual foreplay starts, you may skip this. You won't be losing out on anything too crazy.

----(Same day as last chapter)----

I wore jeans and a T-shirt for the rest of the day. Actually, quite a few officers were also granted permission for the same reason. I hung out at the bridge for the majority of my time and typed away on my datapad. I finished up notes, pointers and highlighted some things for Hux to look over on the reports. He really was behind on work. I wondered if it were because of his time on Starkiller Base. Hux added me to a group chat with Phasma, Foskett, and himself. Kylo should absolutely be part of this group, but Hux outright refuses. We all went back and forth with questions and updated information on the last of the few Resistance Bases scattered throughout parts of the Outer Rim, near Wild Space. Victory is upon us. Talk of another Starkiller Base on the opposite side of the galaxy is in the works. That's basically paperwork on top of even more paperwork on top of present war plans. I'm not looking forward to that part, but hey- expansion. It's tedious; It's boring; It's essential. The First Order can't run without it's fair share of paperwork.

Fucking paperwork.

Joining the First Order Military isn't just about running around shooting bad guys. It's all about paperwork.

I don't mind helping out Hux. It's not like I've been assigned specific tasks as of yet. Hux was definitely appreciative of my assistance... and jeans. He kept looking up from his work on the main bridge. He multitasked his datapad, orders, plans, and eye-fucking me. His ever changing colored eyes practically sparkled green as he scanned me up and down so unapologetically. The third time I caught him checking me out, I raised an eyebrow and smirked playfully at him. His usual stoic expression was unreadable and unsmiling, aside from his bright eyes. He shot a wink at me and glanced back at the officer that was briefing him on some random subject. He made me all flustered, and my seductive smirk turned into a giddy and bashful smile.

That afternoon, he visited me in my own new quarters while I was unpacking my things. He dropped off my cleaned uniform that was sent to his own place by a droid. I was exhausted from today, so we didn't do anything obscenely erotic. It was just a quickie.

Hux sits back on my bed, smoking the last bit of his cigarette and prepping tomorrow's work. I relax on my round purple swivel couch in the corner of my bedroom. I'm in my silky teal robe and underwear, freshly showered. I'm not wearing a bra since I'm going to bed soon anyways. I read old Galactic Empire era documents and texts about jedi. I want to understand more of what Hux was talking about. I still don't get it. Maybe I should just ask Kylo. I cross referenced some old reports and found an interesting name come up a few times. However, when I looked this name up, there was nothing. What caught my eye was his choice in weapon. I have yet to see Kylo Ren's red lightsaber in action. I don't know if I'll ever want to. This name that I keep seeing, Lord Vader, also used a red lightsaber. Did he read minds too?

I finally find some very old Jedi texts from a Coruscant Archive that no longer exists. I try to access the database, but my clearance is denied.

"Armitage, can you approve of my clearance so I can read these books, please?"

"Hm?" He looks up from his work. "Send it to me and I'll have a look." He taps his finger on his cigarette and the ashes fall into the tray on my nightstand. He approves of my request for clearance through his datapad.