Contract With the Commander: Kylo x OC

Chapter 10

Quinn

"This is fucking bullshit," I say to myself under my breath.

Drills. Again. I'm currently laying on my back with my knees up, curling in on my swollen, sore uterus, my ab muscles screaming in pain. Why did I have to get my monthly on a bad day of drills?! Sweat pours down my temples and pools inside my bra. Unlike most of the other people around me, my body is working overtime. My misery only grows as I think about what I have to do after debriefing. I can feel my face paling, but there's nothing to be done.

I finish my reps with the other officers, then move on to the next demanding physical task. By the time drills are over, and we split into our designated factions for debriefing, I'm panting and dizzy and aching. I stand with my fellow chief nav officer and listen to Broon drone on about being stationed over Star Killer for the next month. Great. Another month of dull hours spent on the bridge. At least when it's busy, I can distract myself with work. When I'm meant to stand idly at my station, all my thoughts center around the commander. And it certainly doesn't help that he's been frequenting the bridge- to watch me blush and fluster, I don't doubt.

Finally, I'm released from the meeting hall with the other officers. I feel absolutely disgusting. I trudge out of the hall and straight toward a public refresher. There's not much to be done. I dispose of my soaking underwear entirely. Not like I'll be needing them where I'm going. I do my best to freshen up with the little resources I have, and even take my bra off to try to dry it under the air. I doubt the commander will want me in this state, but I know he probably sees blood on a weekly basis. Probably gets covered in the blood of his enemies during battle. The thought of him killing doesn't sit well in my stomach, but I move on quickly enough.

For the thousandth time, I curse the stupid man for not giving me a way to contact him. It feels like forever that I'm hunched over and walking through the Finalizer. On the lift rides, I lean against the wall, try to calm my flushed body, and maybe get some blood back to my cheeks.

Finally, the infamous corridor comes into view. Every time I come through here now, I get a flash of memory of the day I had a run-in with the knights of Ren. A shiver runs down my spine, but I push past it and walk into the commander's office with a relative sense of calm.

He glances up from his desk, removing his hands from the keyboard projection. "You're six minutes late."

I groan, my shoulders slumping. "Well, it doesn't matter because I can't tonight, Commander."

He pauses, and I feel his assessing gaze from behind the helmet. "Why?"

"I'm on my monthly. And I don't have any other way of telling you that because you won't give me access to message you from my wristcomm."

He leans back in his desk chair, and despite being more than fully clothed, he looks cool, composed, and absolutely hot. "But you're on hormone regulator."

I sigh. "I'm on birth control. And there's different kinds. I chose this one back before I knew I'd be having scheduled sex with the future ruler of the galaxy."

He stretches his muscular arms back behind his head. My thoughts immediately return to the night in his quarters two weeks ago when I got to see him shirtless. Those rippling muscles, the sheer bulk of him, the small moles and freckles peppering his pale skin, a white scar here and there. And mostly the sexy little noises he made when I rubbed a tender spot on his back.

After a long moment, he sighs. A sound I don't hear through his modulator, but see in his chest. "That's fine. I have a light year's worth of work to do anyway."

He slips his gloves off and goes back to typing with his long, muscular, pale fingers.

"Okay," I mutter.