The Tipping Point (Kylo Ren X Reader)

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Hux had been hesitant to agree with you at first but after much badgering and a small amount of threatening, he obliged. 

"One month. That's it," he had decided before stomping away.

You were happy to be home but dismayed at how much work you had to do. You'd barely left your office in the past two days. You sat at your desk and stared blankly at the document in front of you. It took you ten whole minutes to realize that the paper wasn't even in a language you understood. The deep voice of your husband snapped you out of your sleepy trance.

"You know when Hux agreed to let you come back to Malachor, I'm pretty sure he thought that you wanted a honeymoon, not to work yourself to death."

Kylo leaned against the open door of your study, observing your tired eyes unhappily.

You stood up, moving towards the bookshelves to search for a book to help you translate the document on your desk.

"When did you get back," you inquired evenly.

Kylo had left almost immediately upon your arrival to Malachor, going on an emergency mission for the First Order. 

Kylo plopped into the chair you had just vacated. "Just a few minutes ago. I thought that my loving wife would be waiting excitedly for my arrival but instead, I was informed by her warriors that she has barely left her office since I left, and is apparently trying to commit suicide via exhaustion. Did you miss me? I bet you were trying to distract yourself while I was away," he teased.

You laughed lightly, eyes still searching for the book you needed. "It sounds like you missed me, dear husband," you quipped. Your eyes found the book, grabbing it quickly and turning to lean against the bookshelf. "You're in my seat," you pointed out.

Kylo rolled his eyes. "Come here," he instructed.

You were too tired to argue with him so you strolled over and sat sideways in his lap, allowing your legs to dangle over the armrest. You leaned your head against his chest and started to open the book in your hands but Kylo snatched it out of your hands. You reached for it, frowning slightly.

"I have work to do," you whined.

"A dead queen is no good to anyone," Kylo replied.

Kylo stood up and threw you over his shoulder. He walked out of the study and headed toward your room.

"Kylo put me down," you ordered half-heartedly. He ignored you and continued down the beige hallways. "If anyone sees you carrying me like this, I'm going to be dethroned," you warned.

"If you keep arguing I'll make sure someone sees you," Kylo threatened. 

You heaved a silent sigh of relief when you made it to your quarters, unnoticed. Kylo walked into your bedroom and threw you on the bed. He slowly pulled off your standard-issue battle boots followed by your socks and threw them into your closet. You were thankful to be in your warrior uniform instead of a stuffy dress. Kylo peeled off your pants and you squirmed uncomfortably.

"Be still," he ordered, and you obliged.

He put one hand under your back, pushing for you to sit up. Kylo pulled your plain grey shirt over your head and you shivered. His eyes drank in your body, then he turned and stepped into your closet. You heard him fiddling around for a second then he walked out of your closet carrying a nightgown in his hands. He gently pushed it over your head and you raised your arms to help him.

You looked at him nervously. "I umm thought..."

He shook his head and leaned into you, lips grazing yours. "Oh no, my Queen. You'll need to be well-rested before I annihilate you," he muttered seductively.