This is based off of an idea that popped in my head and wouldn't go away lol. Everyone loves a little OOC Hux fluff ;p

The sound of your Empire regulation shoes clacked off the metal corridors of the Star Killer base. Keeping a brisk pace, you stopped only once you had reached one of the many identical doors along the hall. Punching in the access code you glanced both ways before silently slipping inside. What had started as a one-time thing had become a weekly ritual for the both of you.

Inside the living quarters was dim. You could make out the desk that sat on the right side or the bed that was pushed against the left wall. What you could barely see however, was the lump that lay in the middle of the bed. When the door shut with a hiss the lump stirred slightly, shifting to direct its attention toward you. Not speaking a word you slipped off your shoes, leaving them by the door. Then shed your coat as well, hanging it on the wall next to the other coat that resided there.

As you made your way over to the bed, the lump moved to give you more room. Peeling back the covers and slipping underneath, you heard a sigh beside you. "I almost thought you weren't coming", General Hux whispered tiredly whilst wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face in your chest. He breathed slow and deep, enjoying the comfort of your scent. You returned the embrace, threading one hand though his fiery hair while the other smoothed over his back.

You said nothing, because no words needed to be said. He knew you needed this just as much as he did. Even though it was nothing more than simple human contact, it was a method you both used to stay sane. Neither of you would talk, you would just sit in silence and relax in the warmth of the others embrace.

With each stroke down Hux's back you could feel the tension in his muscles caused by his stiff posture melting away. Swirling his hair through your fingers, he sighed and nuzzled closer to your beating heart. After a while, he gently turned his body around so his back was against your chest, his head tucked beneath your chin and resting on your arm. Although he enjoyed being in a domineering position all day, he loved being the little spoon when cuddling.

His hand slipped onto yours, where it rested against his soft stomach. Intertwining your fingers and holding them close. Your legs slipped through his, tangling them together. Both of you softly sighing in content. A soft "Thank you" was the last thing you heard before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.