You woke up to a loud purring and a pressure on your chest. Slowly opening your eyes you were met with the yellow ones of a large, fluffy tabby cat. You stared in confusion at each other and the cat let out a loud meow and you jumped. The cat leapt off you and pattered to the refresher door, pawing at it. You sat up in bed, pulling the covers up to your chest to hide your naked body as the door opened, and Hux walked out now in his uniform. With his rank back on display, you felt self-conscious again, and you pulled the blankets tighter against you.
Hux watched you as he adjusted his cufflinks, the cat swirling around his ankles and purring. He glanced down at the creature then back at your face. "I see you've met Millicent." He said with a small laugh, as he bent to pet the cat's head as it climbed up his leg slightly. Once satisfied, the cat sauntered away back into the main living area.
The rumours were true. The hardened general of the First Order, had a kriffing cat. You nodded, watching the animal leave before Hux walked over to you and sat next to you on the bed. He smiled at you, and you returned it, his hand coming to cup your face. He kissed you gently and you returned it happily, letting the covers fall from your hands in exchange for gripping his uniform top as the kiss deepened. Hux pushed you onto your back but pulled away a few moments later, your chest red and heaving under him. "As much as I would love to take you again, we have a meeting to make." He sat back up and you smirked at the obvious bulge in his pants. He didn't see your face, so he continued his statement.
"The sweep of the planets has come up with something, and Colonel Vargus has come up with a plan of attack." He turned to you and shook his head, his equivalent of rolling eyes. "Or so he says." It was common knowledge that Colonel Vargus was one of the few men in the intelligence team that wouldn't know a working end of a blaster if it came down to it, but he was also one of the few men who knew how to use the old Empire scanners.
You swung your legs out from under the covers as he turned his back and smiled when you saw your uniform had been cleaned and steamed by a service droid in the night, and was sitting on the end of the bed. Hux worked on his hair in the mirror hanging within his wardrobe as you began dressing. You first put on your underwear, your eyes taking in the scars on your body. You didn't need to cover them any longer, in fact, you really didn't have to keep covering it after the first day back home, but after last night you realised that it wasn't necessary like you felt it was, instead the bandages were a way for you to cover them out of shame. You picked up the bandages as you thought, then put them down.
You slid your undershirt over your head and turned, eyes locking with Hux's in the mirror. He had a soft smile on his face, and when he saw you looking at him he nodded in approval before shutting the cabinet, and making his way into the living area. His hand ghosted over your hip as he passed you and you felt goosebumps on your back as he did. He left you to finish getting dressed on your own and when you finished you followed him.
When you entered the living room, Hux was pouring two cups of caff, and there were two sets of trays for food. He was picking at one of them, his face already stuck into a Datapad. You shook your head and laughed, sliding into a seat by the island, pulling one of the trays towards you to tuck into it. Hux looked up and the corner of his mouth quirked and you-mouth full of eggs- quirked an eyebrow at him. He put his mug down and walked around to stand behind you. You followed him, but his hand landed on the top of your head and turned it around forward. You sat still as he pulled out the bun you had made and let your hair flow over your shoulders again.
"You would think, that," He paused, running his hands through your hair, his nails scraping over your scalp. It took everything you could not to drop your head back into his chest and moan in happiness. "A major of my army. Would know," He pulled the hair from the base of your neck and on the sides into a tight ponytail, and you hissed when he purposefully pulled a little too hard. You could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he finished. "How to properly place a bun on their head." The bun he created sat more to the middle of your head, and he hadn't used a single bobby pin to hold in the fly aways. You grumbled out a quick thanks and he raised an eyebrow, pinching your side.
