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The arrogant tap of his cane on the metal floor arrived way before him, allowing Rose to count the steps and account for the general mood. It would be that kind of meeting where threats and demands were made only to set the ground for the actual negotiations.
Algara VI was a kriffing ice ball and only a sadist would choose it for a meeting about such delicate matters. Oh well… it’s not like they could meet in a bar with his infame face shining in every hologram through the core. If Rose was guilty of buying one of them to throw darts against it, it was not anyone’s else business.
The soft sound of the door signalized his arrival. “Finally, I was tired of waiting for you-“
“Am I expected to be at your back and call?” The supercilious asshole didn’t expect her answer. “What a poor response for infiltration.” He looked her up and down, clearly judging the way her hips forced the stitches and the buttons of her jacket stuffed out. A borrowed uniform that she kept for memory value, not really having any kind of usefulness, now being used again for getting inside a FO facility.
“Good enough to pass by your security.” Rose sneered at his sneer. “No one batted an eye when I told them that I was here at your call. Care to elucidate that?” And now it was his turn to be silent.
There were plenty of reasons why a civilian would be smuggled inside a military building, but she was craving his admission. All those comms detailing ways of sabotaging the FO operations mixed with barely veiled insults against the moral, the leadership and even the color taste of the Resistance, now all laid bare because Hux had not found another way to send the new deflector prototype – the reason for this all.
He stalled, choosing to remove his coat and regarding her with that horrible blank face that never failed to make Rose want to mess with him.
Hux was odious to admit that having a rendezvous that close to the FO ship hangar was making him jittery. No, not that. He was merely concerned, a bit. Jittery was something that other people were, those weak enough to not accept risk and present a plan. He had not been like that in years. But that little rebel really needled his nerves.
“Are we exchanging points? Let’s start with how your Resistance is in ruins. You are- ” Hux stopped, gloves half off, and raised an eyebrow. “You are wrapped in my cape.”
Swaddled in the tick fabric, only Rose’s face was still visible. Her expression trapped between a scowl and a pout. “It’s cold here and you are not wearing it anymore.”
“Adorable.” And she was it. Adorable and perfect. “Were you not raised on an ice planet?”
“I’m not a popsicle.” And softly he raised his hand, pressing just so her cupid’s bow. Whatever she was going to say was lost, both trapped in the almost-there moment that was only broken when the door opened again showing a nightmare figure no one expected to see. Well… Tico, probably not. “Dismissed, Ensign.”
He ignored her glare in favor of staring General Pryde, watching him come to his own conclusions about the woman scurrying off the room. There was a knowing glint in his eyes when his attention diverted back, and Hux patiently waited for the comment he was sure was on the way.
“I was intrigued about your unannounced arrival, General Hux.” Suspicion was the norm before Kijimi, after it became a routine. “But now the answer is obvious… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” If Hux hadn’t planned for his death, now it would be a turning point.
His younger self had seen plenty of women leaving his father’s room with torn uniforms and empty eyes. Some of them walking precariously the line of a tenuous reasoning: having a career and submitting or denouncing and being red-flagged.
Over the years, he made a point of never reproducing or condoning such behavior. No one in the Finalizer would ever have to pass through it. However, human beings tend to expect corruption from their peers, notwithstanding previous actions. Hux had been counting on it.
“I have come to observe the troops during the exercises scheduled for this quadrant.” Hands behind his back, he fiddled the little blade in his sleeve, wishing that man’s neck was at close range.
“Of course, your presence would be awaited.” And dismissed. “Now, I don’t want to keep you from enjoying your petite side piece.”
Hux stepped out of the room, keenly aware of the guards now following him. The indignity of being escorted like some common criminal outweighed only by the knowledge that Pryde couldn’t get him, wasn’t smart enough for it. Still was bothersome to be aware that every little breath would be reported over.
“General!” Rose’s voice directed him to another room where he stepped in, the swish of its closed door muffling temporarily the sounds of his guards. “So, are you ready to give me some attention?
“I see you found my communicator.” He inquisitively tapped his own pockets before walking to her and doing the same. Rose tried to bat away his hands, and Hux took advantage to pop a button and slide the chip in her bra. “Ha-ha. Don’t be cheeky, doll.” Rose’s misbelieving face was something he would relish later.
“Oh, daddy…” She laughed at his sour expression only to gasp when he meanly pinched her nipple. It immediately puffed, and he couldn’t resist rolling it in his fingers, stretching it until she whimpered.
“Hux… I’ll bite you.” She whispered just before nipping the soft skin behind his ear. He shuddered violently and topped her over the table.
For a moment, all that he could feel was the hard point of her nipples pushing against his skin, the hot promise between her legs, the surprise in those storm-brown eyes. That made him stop, lifting himself just to freeze when her hands came and cradled his face.
Rose gently caressed him, fingers intertwining his locks, pushing him down to a kiss full of tongues and teeth. When they finally came for breath, he could swear there was an imprint on his skin of her lips, his feral little rebel… so damn pleased with herself. He bored down his hips, making her moan and hit her head on the table.
“Ouch! Watch it, you kriffing-“ He thrust again, just for good measure. Scrabbling for support, Rose latched herself on him, all soft and warm, giving Hux enough room to squeeze her ass and ground even harder.
This time, though, he wrapped a hand around her head, protecting it from the impact but opening himself to those wicked teeth that once again bit down on the vulnerable side of his neck. The pain tingled down his spine and pooled in his groin, ending in a few uncontrollable pushes.
“You naughty girl.” He cooed while easing her off her pants. “Don’t worry. I have what you need.”
Whatever biting remark Rose had died when he entered her. For a moment, the world was reduced to the wet, warm grip of her cunt and the mess they made together. It was riveting how her tits jiggled with his thrusts and her tights trembled around him. He could do that all day.
And why not? He wondered half-hazily while clutching her tiny fists over her head. What was stopping him from having it? And he slapped her clit.
Rose’s answered shriek shook her whole body. “You son of a bantha!” Ignoring her but the flush of wetness around his cock, he did it again. Until she was doing nothing but cursing him and sobbing while her walls contracted around his cock in an almost painful manner.
She’d never been more beautiful to him.
Slowly, Hux helped to rearrange their clothes while Rose rested her head on his chest for some minutes, catching her breath. Some parts of her were still pinked from their exertion, and he was especially hopeful that the one around her nipple would stay. Though, he was careful not to pinch it anymore when checking the chip.
When Rose let go of him, they stood close yet. Their breaths still in synchrony, words unsaid but meaningful anyway. Finally, she stepped back, and mocked saluted him.
“Dismissed.” He said, but softly. A mix of sadness and pride watching her walk away stiffly.
When the door opened, she turned back and glared with a promise of violence that made impossible to suppress a twitch of his lips.
Oh. Well. Everything is fair in war.
End