Summary: Every October the First Order produces their annual Auction. This year, the readers friend convinces her to participate.
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Sighing, you rolled your eyes. Your best friend, was currently sitting on the exam table, chatting about how you had to be involved with the auction this year. Anyone, whose anyone was suppose to be there. Including, the supreme leader, that all the girls on the ship had a massive crush on. Almost, every girl.
You were the exception. He was often the topic of all the girls' conversations through the ship.
Shaking your head you turned towards her.
"I don't want to."
A gasp fell from your lips. "What do you mean, you don't want to?" She questioned in disbelief. "The supreme leader's going to be there!" She shrieked.
"I heard you the first thousand times." You leaned against the counter, crossing your arms across your chest. "I don't get the hype." You spoke, shrugging.
"You don't get the hype?" She shrieked, jumping off the exam table, standing before you. "What's there not to get?"
"Doctor, Y/L/N." One of your nurses spoke, opening the door slightly, allowing her to poke her head into the room. "We have a particularly tough patient."
Huffing, you nodded your head. "Duty calls." You spoke to your friend motioning for her to leave. "We'll talk later."
"Damn straight." She responded leaving.
You rolled your eyes in respond, as the nurse giggled in response that you had to deal with yet another difficult patient.
Turning around, you began washing your hands. The exam room door shut, signalling you were left alone with the patient.
The sound of someone sighing, could be heard. "Please take a seat on the exam table." You muttered over your shoulder.
Once your hands were dried, you covered your hands in plastic gloves, before turning around face to face with the supreme leader.
A slight gasp fell from your lips. Taking in his appearance, he was still dressed in his black outfit, his black robes while leaving his mask on.
"What seems to be the problem?" You question, rolling the stool over, allowing you to sit before the man.
Silence.
Raising your eyebrows, you gazed where his eyes would be.
You waited a little time, before asking the same question, before you were met with the same response.
Huffing you got up from the chair.
"Thank you for coming in today." You spoke, turning towards the door.
Your hand was on the door knob, before a cool leather, material wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from leaving.
Twirling around, you gazed at the tall man dressed in all black.
"You're beautiful." A mechanical voice spoke.
You felt heat rise to your cheeks. Glancing down at the ground you, bit your lip.
"Thank you. But that's not why you're here." You muttered quietly.
A cool leather thumb, gently tugged your lip free from your teeth, before it moved to cradle your jaw. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch, gently nuzzling his hand as you wrapped your hand around his wrist.
Your eyes, flew open as you realized what you were doing, with who. Gasping, you took a small step backward, as your back collided with the wall.
"Why are you here?" You questioned, moving to sit back on your stool.
The sound of hissing gently echoed off the exam room walls, revealing an attractive young man, with a slight scar that went diagonal across his face, as his onyx hair, fell gently in his face. Moving it back, you were entranced with his look.
"I...I got a light saber wound." His husky voice spoke, pulling you back from your daydream.
Clearing your throat, you nodded. "I'll need you to remove your robe."
He nodded at your request.
While he was laying back on the exam table, you were giving him stitches, while a silence enveloped the two of you.
Clearing his throat, you glanced upward at him, before returning to his wound.
"I meant what I said before." His voice hoarse.
"Oh." You whispered. "Th...Thank you."
He hummed in response. "Are you going to be at the auction?"
"Hm?" You asked by surprise. "Oh, I uh...I uh haven't put much thought into it." You muttered.
"I think you should." He spoke gently.
It was your turn to hum in response.
With each passing day, it grew closer and closer to the annual auction. Your best friend, was in-charge of organizing the event. A lot of the activities that she had planned, fell through.
She was currently, sitting on your bed having freaking out about gala.
"Why don't you just do a silent auction." You muttered, while you slipped on your scrub top.
"That's a great idea!" She exclaimed.
"You could auction off dates with people, that way it helps raise more money." You continued, as you slipped on your clogs.
Catching you by surprise, she threw her arms around your shoulders giggling full of excitement.
"You're the best!" She shrieked, before bolting out of your bedroom.
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It was finally the day of the gala. You had finally finished, pinning your hair up in a french twist. Gazing at your figure in the mirror, you smoothed down your yellow dress as it was covered with subtle white flowers, pairing it with white heels to match.
Stepping out of your room, you gripped your silver clutch. Sighing, you gazed around the hallway as couples were kissing, and talking. Walking down the hallway, your heels clicked with each step you took.
Passing through the threshold of the transformed throne room, you couldn't help the smile that made it's way to your lips. A waiter passed by, stopping to offer you a glass of champagne, which you gladly accepted.
"Thank you."
Your eyes locked with the supreme leaders, from across the room. He had opted to leave the mask at home, taking you by surprise.
"Y/N!" Your friend shrieked, tugging you into a hug.
Giggling you hugged her back.
"I didn't think you'd come."
Frowning, you looked at your hands. "Oh, I uh. I had a change of heart."
"I'm glad." She grinned. "We have a problem. One of our people for the silent auction, backed out."
You gazed at her with suspicion. "Oh no."
"Oh yes." She continued smiling. "Let's go."
She linked her arm through yours, pulling you towards the stage.
Tossing a glance over your shoulder, you were surprised to see the supreme leader already offering you a silent smile, before he raised his glass to you.
