Interrogating Hux , General Hux x Reader

Part 9 - leaving

 Pressed against Hux's chest, wool coat rough against my cheek, his arms around me, his head lowered to mine. We'd just had a communication that Kylo was on the move, possibly back to the First Order home docks, near to where we were based. It was time for me to go.

"Look, I've been thinking, with the support I have from the First Order..." he whispered into my hair. We were alone, in his room, but even there paranoia about being overheard made us careful. The stakes were too high.

I shook my head, I'd give my soul to not go. Except for two reasons: It could put me in direct danger from Kylo if he found me, and secondly, as much as I would have liked to agree with Hux, we needed the Resistance to make this plan work. And I was the only way to get that to happen.

"We stick to the plan. For a military strategist you sure have no concept of " I was planning an insult that was cut off as his hand lifted my chin and I felt his lips soft on mine.

"If that arsehole Poe..." he stopped, and from his face it was obvious that he was worried about me, but weakness was still hard for him.

"Remember, if you don't come back to me I will tear the galaxy apart to find you. If you don't come back. If you betray me..." his voice harder, that was the Hux I knew. I stroked his cheek and kissed him back, trying not to think that may be the last time I saw him.

I forced myself to walk away, tears filling my eyes as I walked down the corridors to the waiting shuttle "I love you too"

Back on the Finalizer I went in search of Captain Opan's quarters.

"What shall I wear, what do escaped First Order prisoners wear?" I asked, indicating that my First Order Uniform might not be the best idea for the journey I was about to take.

"Their own clothes until we kill them" his voice conveyed a sneer Hux would have approved of, proudly highlighting the might of the First Order war machine.

I sighed, well that was useful. My own clothes were long gone, Hux had seen to that with my blade - which I still missed. He'd given me his as a replacement, now strapped to my forearm; monomolecular. Sharp, deadly; better than jewellery.

"I found you these" Opan threw a bundle of clothes, mostly leather, apparently clean or at least washed since the last person had no longer required them. I'd look like a Kanjiklub member, but I'd worn worse. I motioned for him to turn around while I changed, and struggled into them. After months of black and wool the leather was a nice feel and the fit almost perfect. The idea that Opan had been looking at my body that closely to guess my size was not to be dwelt on.

Once I was ready, Opan turned and began to circle me, his eyes narrowed, sizing me up, silent. I'd told I Hux I wanted Opan to be the one to execute this piece of the plan, I was slightly changing my mind.

"You've never liked me, I know. Why?" given I was about to leave it seemed like a good time to ask. I always liked to know why people disliked me, gave me a nice list of things not to change about myself.

"I don't like complications. I don't like unknowns. I don't like women who think they can spread their legs and men will do anything to keep them" at least he was honest.

"Oh, I see, touchy subject. Bad romantic past eh?" he didn't laugh

"And I don't like people who I don't understand"

"Surely a woman never wants to be easy to understand?" he didn't reply. I sighed,

"So, just so I'm clear, you don't like me?"

"It's not personal, but your presence put Hux into a dangerous position. It still might. If I had had my choice I would have thrown you out the airlock the moment you arrived, but it wasn't my choice"