𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?

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you weren't much to the first order. often searching for new places to find recruits. a searcher, they called you. nothing more, nothing less. you had never meant anything to anyone other than yourself and the orange cat that had often been seen wandering around starkiller. feeding it small scraps here and there even if it was a bit pudgy already. the owner was unknown, you would fall asleep with the cat curled at your feet, and when you'd wake the next morning, she'd be gone, possibly off to it's owners quarters. only one friend in the whole ship. her name was quinn. last name unknown. nobody knew their last name here, troopers didn't even have a real name to begin with. quinn was extraordinary, bright magenta hair, a sweet tooth like no other, and spatterings of freckles all on her cheeks. you had previously thought the cat belonged to her. no trace of fur on her uniform though, she couldn't belong to quinn. whomever her owner was, had to take a lot of care of her, no tangles in her fur, nobody ever had fur on their uniform. or that you'd never noticed it. the sweet kitty definitely wasn't ren's as he would probably find it clingy and obnoxious.

as you sat at your station, searching through civilizations on your data pad, a loud thud startled you out of the trance you had been in. general hux. he had loudly dropped his blaster onto your desk.

"y/n. why aren't you finished yet?" he asks.

"i'm sorry general, it's very difficult to find any civilizations that would be willing to give up their base for us. as the whole galaxy is afraid of the first order." you say, calmly. scanning your eyes up and down him, you see it! an orange hair that wasn't his own! you reach up and pluck it from his uniform.

"the cat! she belongs to you!" you whisper yell. his eyes widen and he grabs your wrist tightly and drags you away from your station, dropping the loose fur and your datapad, cracking the screen. general hux drags you into a storage room, hand leaving finger shaped bruises on your wrist.

"how do you know about millicent!?" he asks, letting go of your wrist.

"millicent? that's her name? it's very pretty."

"yes, thank you, now answer the question." he demands.

"she comes to my quarters at night, i give her spare scraps." you put your hands up defensively.

"she doesn't need scraps! she is very well fed. i would appreciate it if you would stop feeding my cat!" he says, getting closer to your face.

as he does so, a thought pops into your head, wondering what his lips would feel like against your neck, your cheeks heat and blush a deep red.

"get back to work." he orders, narrowing his eyes and waving his hand, opening the door, without touching the handle. the force.

"my data pad is broken general." you say, cheeks still hot, blistering beneath your skin. fingerprint bruises stinging from his touch.

"fine. you're done for the day. i will see if i can get you a new one." he groans. he motions for you to leave, and you do. his eyes scan you, burning into your skin, he bites his lip and leaves the small room, shutting the door. he picks up his blaster from your desk and heads to his quarters. it was late.

hux enters the door to his quarters, bed made nicely, unlike ren's. shutting the door, he presses his back against it. running a hand through his ginger hair. sigh. he begins to look for millicent. making kissy noises to try and draw her near. nothing, no small 'prrs' or chirps. just silence. waving his hand, the sheet covering underneath his bed rises, he leans down and groans. knowing exactly where his beloved kitty is. he fixes himself and walks out, shutting the door behind him.

searching for your quarters, he knocks on the door.

"just a second!" you call out, you had just gotten out of the shower, you wrap a towel around yourself, and walk to the door, thinking it was quinn, you swing the door open and your jaw drops. hux. his nose twitches a bit.

"you're indecent. get dressed." he orders, looking you up and down, his mouth in the classic scowl type face he always had. he always looked angry or bored. you rolled your eyes and grab a cowl and some shorts, you step into the bathroom and slide them on. still feeling hux's eyes on you. was he watching you?

"where is she?" he speaks, looking at you as you exit the bathroom.

"who? millicent?" you respond, drying your hair with a towel.

"yes!"

"hell, i don't know. i haven't seen her since last night." you shrug.

he groans and looks under your bed, he pushes the door shut and opens your closet door. nothing. he sighs.

"if you find her please re-" he starts to say. he pauses when the door swings open to reveal commander ren, holding the same orange cat.

"hux, keep your pet out of my quarters." he spits from behind the mask.

"yes sir. it won't happen again." hux takes the cat and places her on your bed.  the fear in his voice almost makes you feel sorry for him. he almost sounds submissive. kylo turns, closes the door and leaves.

"i'm sorry for bothering you." he turns to face you.

you nod and think, "probably the first time he's apologized to anyone other than ren."

he glares, had he heard your thought?

your eyes trail down him, stopping at his hands. "wonder how his hands would feel around my throat."

he looks at you, and almost as quickly as you could realize he was looking at you, his hand was around your throat, squeezing. he leans down next to your ear.

"i can hear your thoughts. don't think such sinful things, slut. unless you want action to be done about them." he growls. you can barely manage a response, all you manage is to squeak out a soft, gasping moan of

"yes general."

the grip on your throat is released, he picks up his cat and looks back at you. you cough a bit. and he smirks. leaving the room. you are left with just one question you were too afraid to ask.

had he enjoyed what just happened?