𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?

yes general.

it had been a while since you had gotten out of the shower. you had decided to rid the hair from your legs. slipping on a dark grey dress, lightweight, nothing underneath. you glance down at the keys on you bedside table. you pick them up and leave out the door. wandering the halls, looking for hux's quarters.

you're stopped by a group of troopers.

"you- what are you doing out?" the first one asks.

"general hux asked to see me." you respond.

"hurry up then. move along."

you nod and walk faster. worried now if you would be late.

you come to his door. wanting to knock, but then remembering he gave you keys. you unlock the door. opening it to reveal his quarters. neat and tidy, a small bar area with various alcohols behind it. his bed neatly made and his room smelled like fresh linens and coffee, with a hint of burning wood from the large fireplace.

hux steps out from his bathroom, wearing pants but no top, tattoos on his forearm and shoulder.

"good you made it on time." he says, his tone still gentle like before.

"i got stopped by troopers." you reply, smiling softly.

he walks toward you and kisses your lips, softly. your hand softly gripping his forearm.

"i didn't know you had tattoos?" you ask, glancing down at the one on his forearm. a red first order symbol, another one going vertical on the outside of his wrist. a phrase of sorts.

"what does this say?" you ask, tracing your finger along the ink.

"it's sith, it means justice." he replies. tucking a piece of hair behind you ear. you lean into his touch softly.

"y/n?"

"yes general?" he smiles softly.

"have a drink with me." he says, taking your hand. leading you to the bar.

"you don't always have to call me general when we're alone." hux says while pouring you a glass of desert wine.

"well what should i call you then." you ask, taking the glass from him.

"armitage." he smiles softly. clinking your glasses together. sipping the liquid slowly.

"armitage?"

"yes?"

"why did you ask me to come here?" you question, sipping your drink. he strides from around the bar, into the seat next to you. leaning in close to whisper.

"i'm going to fuck you." your cheeks heat up, flushing red.

"but first some ground rules." he speaks, more order in his tone.

"like?"

"establishing a safe word, your limits and things you aren't okay with. things you would like me to do to you. basic things. if you cannot think of a safe word, we can use the color system." he says, finishing off his wine.

"color system?" you ask, you were no stranger to sex, you've had your fair share of one nighters.

"green means good, like continue what you're doing, yellow means you need a break, red means stop what you're doing. if you say red, i will ask if you would like to stop everything and just relax. or if you just don't like what i was doing." you nod with understanding.

"now i'm going to ask you questions regarding your interests." he says, patting your knee.

"would you be willing to be tied up?" you nod.