In Your Arms

Infractions

CW: slight degradation, spanking, abuse of power.

"Are you coming to Finn's party tonight?"

Poe caught you on the way out of your phlebotomy class, bumping shoulders with you as his steps fell into unison with your own.

"I don't know, Poe. Midterms are over, sure, but finals are just around the corner - I should probably be studying."

An audible groan was heard from Poe and he shook his head. "You're hopeless. Take one day off from being the Dean's favorite."

You smiled nervously. He was probably right. One night off wouldn't be that damaging. You glanced at him, a triumphant smile on his lips. How could you say no to those big brown puppy dog eyes, anyway?

"Fine. What time does it start?"

He practically squealed and shot a fist into the air. "Be there at 7?"

"I'll try my best." You vowed. Kylo hadn't made contact with you since the previous day, where he had sent you home early to study for your last midterm. How he even knew you had midterms was beyond you - you definitely hadn't said anything about it. Not to him anyway.

You weren't sure if you were supposed to return to his estate after your classes or not - it seemed weird for you to be there if he was there too. You quickly set a reminder to reach out to Vicrul - opting for a less intimidating party - and headed into the lunchroom.

Rey and Finn were waiting at your usual table and you walked towards them until you remembered what Kylo had said yesterday.

I gotta send him a picture of my lunch. You shivered. Cafeteria food was already tough to stomach - and you didn't know what Kylo Ren would think about receiving a high definition picture of the muck they passed off for food.

Poe looked at you, surprised, as you joined him in the line for food. He passed you a tray and didn't say anything.

The safest option was probably the mac and cheese. You had eaten it before - many times, and it was soggy, but not horrible. However, today, knowing your boss would be seeing what you chose to ingest, you decided on a chef's salad and a bottle of Nantucket Nectars Juice.

When you sat down with your food, Rey didn't waste a single second before bombarding you and Poe with questions about the test. She hadn't taken it yet and was clearly worried.

"It's pretty simple, Rey, the only pressure is that you're setting up lines in volunteers. Most of them are easy sticks, though." Poe said, taking a break mid-sentence to take a bite of his sandwich.

"Yes but what if they move or pass out or-" Rey started, spiraling. She stopped herself, staring at you in horror as you snapped a picture of your meal with your new phone and reluctantly sent the picture off to your boss. "Tell me you did not just Instagram cafeteria food." She asked, unwilling to contain the judgement from her voice.

"Oh. No, it's not for Instagram." You responded coyly.

You had hoped the briskness of your answer would deter them from asking further questions - but it had the opposite effect. Finn, who had been too busy eating to speak up until the point - dropped his fork and looked at you.

"That was vague." He called you out.

Shit. "It's for... a friend." You were at a loss.

"Does this friend happen to live in a mansion and go by the name Kylo Ren."

Honestly, how the fuck did he do that? Could everyone read minds now or what?

You sighed. "I don't want to talk about work, ok?" You shoulders sagged as you spoke, and Rey and Finn exchanged glances. Poe looked unbothered- though you weren't sure you had ever seen him in an alternative state.