Interrogating Hux , General Hux x Reader

Part 4 - the party

The idea that the First Order was made up of thousands of individuals, most of whom were quite decent human beings and worth going out with on a night, having a drink, had never occured to me during my time with the Resistance. Likewise if the question was posed the other way - so it was with some sense of surprise that I staggered my way back drunk and quite happy from the officer's mess. We'd been celebrating the leaving of a young woman officer who was going back to her home planet to get married. The night had been filled with good conversation, sharing war stories, bad jokes and frighteningly accurate impressions of Hux. The Lieutenant, my direct commanding officer, who reported to Hux, had taken the opportunity to sit a little too close, and lay his hand on my leg a little too long. Nothing I couldn't handle and if I hadn't been (what could I call it, involved, taken, complicated with) then I wouldn't have said no. He was cute, I'd always been shallow.

"You're drunk" Hux's tone was accusing as he let me into his room "And you're late"

I tried to smile winningly, while maintaining my balance, and formulating a coherent reply.

"No, I'm just ever so very slightly tiddly, and you didn't tell me when to come, so how can I be late?" the room around me seemed to be moving disturbingly

"Sit down before you fall down" he didn't seem at all mollified by my argument, but looked very cute with his jacket off sitting doing paperwork at his desk. Maybe that was part of the attraction of him, I enjoyed messing him up, tangling my hands in his tidy flame coloured hair and... I realised I had lost track of the conversation.

"It was nice, thingy's leaving do, you know thingy? Pretty girl, dark. You should have come" I giggled remembering two junior officers mimicking Hux's shouty voice when he got really stressed. Perhaps it was best he had stayed away.

Stumbling to the side of his bed I sat down heavily, rather pleased I hadn't ended up on the floor. Its softness was too tempting so I lay back, feeling very sleepy.

"I'm surprised my officer's can find the time to socialise and get inebriated during this current state of war -perhaps I should consider doubling the number of shifts they work"

"Don't be like that" I murmured, quickly losing the battle to keep my eyes open. I loved this bed, I'd even learnt to like monochrome colour scheme the First Order seemed to love, I also seeing another side to him that no one else saw, I loved being in his arms, I loved it when he trusted me enough to open up just a bit about his past and his childhood, I loved...

"Armitage"

"Yes?" his voice a little softer.

"I ....I missed you" even drunk, that was as open with my feelings as I felt I could be. Wondering if I could ever be braver, I promptly fell asleep.

It was dark when I opened my eyes next. Stretching out I found that I was naked with my hair carefully undone and loose. Although I couldn't see them, I knew that my clothes would have been carefully folded and placed by the bed, the joys of a military training.

From the feeling of weight in bed I knew I wasn't alone, but his breathing was too quiet and regular for him to be asleep. He never sleep well, more when I was with him I think, more if we had tired each other out, but never well. My quarters were used for show, and spare uniforms but I slept here most nights. GIven the conversations and banter last night I could have bet my month's wages (if I'd actually been paid) that no one suspected that I was anything more than yet another junior officer scared of his temper. As for the real truth, who would have ever have put those dots together?

Still unsure if he was angry at me I slowly rolled over to his side of the bed till I reached him, lying on his back, motionless. I lay my arm over his chest and snuggled into his shoulder relishing the feeling of his warm body with its familiar scent that I now knew so well.

"Roll over" he whispered, and I obeyed, a rush of hurt sweeping over me as I thought he wanted me to move away and leave him alone. His body then rolled over to spoon behind me, his cock pressed into my arse, one hand curled above my head, the other snaking around my hip and between my legs. Lifting my leg and arse slightly to give him access he slide into me with a groan as I enjoyed feeling gorgeously filled by him. He slowly pumped in and out of me, teasing me with his delicious size as his fingers rubbed my clit in tandem with his thrusts. It was glorious, being fucked by him like this, his face nuzzling my hair as he groaned with pleasure. This wasn't the furious fucking of some of our nights together, when need made us desperate.

This was languid and unhurried, and I wished that it would never end, that I could spend eternity with him inside me, driving me to higher heights of pleasure. As it all became too much to bear, I could feel my cunt muscles tighten as I found my release, heightened by the feeling of him coming deep inside me. He kissed my neck and I could hear his breathing change as finally he found peace and fell asleep. Why my tears came, I couldn't say, but they fell silently until I too finally lost consciousness.

"FUCK, why didn't you wake me?!" my shift started in 20 minutes; half the things I needed where in my quarters 10 minutes walk away and I was sticky with last night's love making. My disguise as an Order officer meant I had to work the patterns and shifts like everyone else, and the early mornings killed me The Lieutenant from the night before was technically my boss, and when he wasn't trying to grope me, he was a stickler for time keeping.

Hux, already up, dressed and working yet again shrugged his shoulders in a 'I didn't know you needed to be up now' useless way as I showered and ran out the door, hair loose, jacket in one hand, shirt not quite done up, straight into Chief Petty Unamo who must have been about to buzz Hux's door.

As she fell back in surprise I murmured an apology and fled, but there was something in the face that troubled me as I walked away. I tried to put it down to her shock, or even jealousy, that I had been in Hux's quarters, but there had been something else in her eyes I couldn't place.