Soldiers Of The Eclipse [General Hux x OC]

VII: Herbs of the Oceans

Your conscience awakens some time later and you sit up against the same wall you landed earlier. You have no idea how long it passed since your incident with the Knight of Ren, but you do know that your punishment will be much worse if you don't make your way to Training Area number 5 as quickly as possible. The walk is long and tedious, your bruises radiating with pain every move you make. Kylo Ren is already waiting.
»You're exactly fifteen minutes late. Didn't you say you were good at following orders?« His sneer leaves much to be desired, but you just shake your head. »I only said I resent your statement that I follow orders poorly. And I apologise for my tardiness, sir, I had an incident not long ago that rendered me unconscious until a few minutes ago.«

Kylo Ren's attacks are brutal and swift, different than what you had earlier with Hux. Your body tired and mind unfocused, your concentration diminishes with each punch. Your mind goes blank and your eyes close, but an invisible force picks you up by the neck.
»You're pathetic.«
Breathing turns ragged until he recoils in pain, your body slumping to the ground. He throws his helmet off and your eyes connect with his, the world around you stopping. A memory of a young boy flashes through your mind, the boy taught to wield a lightsaber by a Jedi. You can't distinguish if that's his memory or yours.

His sharp and deep voice tells you to stop, your body shutting down on its own. Ragged breaths leave his lips as he tries to figure out what had happened. How were you able to look into his mind without any knowledge of the Force, without as so much trying. Then again, was it the Force that you were using or was it something more dangerous? He couldn't shake the bad feeling off the longer he stared at your unconscious figure on the training mat.

Once again, you wake up on the floor, alone and hurting. The memory of what had happened vivid in your mind, an odd pride swimming in the depths of your soul. It mixes with deep fear for your own life. Kylo Ren was known for his ruthless behaviour and devastating tantrums. What if he directed his lightsaber in your direction? You wouldn't survive. Pulling yourself together and onto your own two feet, you walk out slowly and head towards your own room. The poorly lit time on the dining hall area tells you that it's well past eight in the evening, having been out nearly the entire afternoon.

You walk towards your quarters, passing some pilots and Stormtroopers, having been greeted by them, but gave no response. Your mind remained blank, shut off to prevent realising just how much pain you were really in. Just as you're about to enter, a familiar voice calls your name. You wait for General Hux to reach you, »you were due to report at seven sharp, Mitchell.«
He rounds up on your front and grows silent at the state you're currently in. Your eyes connect and sniff, »I apologise, s-sir. I-I was in training and I-I passed out. I'm sorry to be so weak as to fail to report, General.«

He raises a hand to silence you and then gestures you inside your own quarters. He follows suit after a quick glance in both directions of the hallway, locking the door behind him. He observes you rooted to the spot, afraid to be touched, to have anyone near you. Afraid what might happen. Hux pockets his gloves and touches your bare arms, causing you to jump in fright. You never realised he came in behind you. He guides you to the bed and sits you down.
»Do you require medical assistance?« His question pierces through the numbing silence of your mind and you shake your head in response. »I-I'm alright, sir. Just in pain.«

He carefully lifts up your camisole shirt to expose the large black and blue bruises forming on your stomach and rib area. A silent breath of anger leaves him, »I'll be right back. Stay here.«
His fingers wrap around your chin and make you look at him. »Understand?« You nod and watch him leave your quarters after unlocking the door. Time passes and you remain sitting there like you were told, unable to really move on your own. The door once more opens and reveals the General holding a balming salve in his hand.

He crouches in front of you, »you need to trust me. So if you do not, I will leave this with you.«
You nod and smile softly, »I trust you, sir.«
He smirks, »good. Now strip.« Colour rises to your cheeks after what seems like hours since you were able to feel something and you stare at Hux in horror. »S-sir?«
»Only way I can properly apply the salve is for you to be unconstrained by clothing. I asked you if you trust me.« A small sigh leaves your lips and you wrap your fingers around the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up to reveal your black satin bra. You attempt to stand up, but fall back onto the bed. Hux hovers over you and grabs the hem of your pants, looking into your eyes for approval. You nod and he pulls them off your hips and onto the ground, your body exposed. His gaze lingers slightly longer than you'd expect.

You interrupt his thoughts with a slight whimper of his rank and he collects himself, picking you up from your lying position and onto your desk. A hiss leaves your lips as the cold surface of your glass and durasteel desk makes contact with your skin. His warm hands leave gooseflesh in their wake as he applies the salve over the various bruises of different shapes, sizes, and colours. You shudder and close your eyes, »feels so nice.«
»It's a mixture of herbs from Celanon. I had gotten it ages ago, however, I wanted to give it to you at dinner. It's prudent you continue your training.«
You couldn't help but break into smile and it stopped Hux in mid-speech, his blue orbs glued on yours. You lift your hand to touch his cheek. »I've never received a gift. Thank you.«
»This doesn't count.«
»Of course it counts. You came to see if I was alright after I failed to show up for dinner. You're treating my bruises, when you could be doing something much more important.«

Your lips press against his in a chaste kiss, »you're here.« Hux had a very hard time believing that you could have any feelings for him. That there was someone in the galaxy that cared for him and never wanted anything in return. He felt truly honoured to have you in his life at that moment. He leans his cheek against your cold palm and closes his eyes.
»You truly are unique.«
»I'm nothing special, you're mistaken.« He shakes his head and lightly parts your knees to wiedge his body in between your thighs. His hands caress your supple skin and he kisses you once more, »a rare jewel.«
»I've never thought you were one to exaggarate, sir.«

His kisses trail down your jawline to your neck, sucking excessively on a particular spot underneath your ear. A soft moan leaves your lips and he smiles against our skin, holding you close to his body. You wince and squirm uncomfortably when you wrap your arms around him.
»Don't strain yourself, sweetheart.«
You smile fondly at his new nickname and giggle, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. »A new nickname, sir?«
»Armitage. Call me Armitage when in the privacy of ourselves.«
»Armitage,« you murmur to yourself and smile, kissing his lips. »Hope you will do me the honours of addressing me by my first name as well, Armitage.«
He nods, a twinkle in his eyes. »It would be my pleasure, Ellie.«

Your slow makeout session continues for what seems like forever when his pad beeps an incoming message. He breaks away, his eyes apologetic, but his mind quickly reacting to the sound. Your breathing calms down, your heart attempting to find its way out of the protective rib cage.
»I apologise, Ellie. I have to go review new reports that just came in.«
»That's alright, you're a General after all.« You smile sincerely and he sets the pad down on the desk next to you. His hands start working the balming salve on your bruises again and you gasp at the sudden, unexpected contact.
»You really don't have to do that, sir – I mean, Armitage. You're needed-«
»That's quite alright. They can wait a moment longer. This is also my gift to you.« Your cheeks redden at his ministrations on your supple skin, a familiar heat spreading through your body to your core. He seems to sense that as your eyes connect, swimming with lust. A playful smirk etches onto his lips. »I see you're not as alright as you claim to be.«
»I-it's nothing, I-« His hands pulling you closer to him, his crotch hitting yours at just the right angle and causing a high-pitched moan to leave your lips. He clicks his tongue as he continues to sensually grind on you, teasing you.

His datapad rings again and he rests his forehead on your shoulder, both of you breathing heavily this time. He pecks your lips, »you will report to my quarters in an hour.«
»Yes, sir.«
»And you will wear that dress.« You nod vigorously, to which he adds another taunting remark, »don't shower. The salve needs to settle in.«
He departs with his datapad and you lean back on your table, head hanging off the other side. You didn't know what you were going to do with this newfound lust for the General. Apart from trouble it could give you from Snoke, Ren would be pleased to antagonise you even more. But then you wondered, was a relationship really banned – what if the General was married to someone on the vessel. Knowing Snoke and the First Order, they would more than likely force Hux to separate from his partner.