The snow whipped at the edges of Kylo Ren's cloak, the icy cold air breaking through the fabric and chilling his skin. He breathed deep, banishing the cold from his thoughts. He glanced down at the line of three troopers before them, all of which were shivering uncontrollably. They had been standing in the same spot for several days as part of a reconditioning program.
Captain Phasma stood next to Ren, observing the line of troopers. She was quiet, as usual, as her cloak floated and fell with the wind. She seemed unphased when one of the troopers threw his blaster to the ground, embedding it in the snow.
"This is madness! None of us deserve this!" he shouted, his fellow troopers' helmets turning swiftly to stare at him. "We have all been loyal to the First Order!" his voice was weak with cold as he advanced on Captain Phasma. "This is because of him!" he raised his hand, pointing menacingly at Kylo Ren. "We have served the Order faithfully without so much as a harsh word from you!" he was standing directly before the Captain, and suddenly he seemed very small in her towering presence. "He's letting his personal motivations influence the Order! And who pays the price when he fails?!"
Ren raised a hand toward the trooper, and his entire body went rigid. The trooper began to levitate from the ground, the white of his boots no longer sinking into the white snow. Ren advanced on him, his hand still extended out toward the trooper.
"My orders come from the Supreme Leader," Ren barked, his voice deep and threatening beneath his mask, as his hand began forming a fist. The trooper grunted as his armor began to creak. "As do yours. Any failings fall upon us all. To suggest otherwise…" he closed his hand, and the trooper screamed as a large crack appeared on his chest armor. "Would be treason," Ren snarled, before releasing the trooper and letting him fall to the ground, where he remained, head bowed. The Captain had watched the events unfold in silence, and only now stepped forward. Ren was almost shocked. She had been so still, he had nearly forgotten her presence.
She stepped over the slouched body of her trooper, to address the other two who stood dutifully in the snow, still trembling from the cold. "Do either of you share the sentiments of SK-3914?" she asked calmly, her metallic voice echoing from beneath her armor. Both troopers shook their heads quickly, muttering "no, Captain."
"Very well. Your conditioning is hereby complete. You are dismissed," she said, and the two troopers vanished without a look back at their friend. The Captain advanced quickly on the downed trooper, using her boot to roll him onto his back.
"You will resume your post, SK-3914," she seethed, motioning her helmet toward the spot the other two troopers had vacated. The trooper stood slowly, his shoulders heaving from whatever unseen injury Kylo Ren had inflicted. He hesitated for a moment too long. The Captain grabbed him by his collar, and dragged him through the snow. She planted him firmly in his post, releasing his collar with a shove. She turned without another word and approached Ren.
"My apologies Captain," he said with a nod, and her helmet leaned inquisitively. "The trooper was yours to reprimand," he said, bowing his head slightly. She turned toward base, and he took up stride next to her. "No need to apologize, Master Ren. Your anger is not only justified but admirable. The trooper only repeats what he hears from General Hux,"
Ren turned slightly toward her as they walked, wondering at her statement. She seemed to feel his questioning gaze, even behind his mask, and remained silent for a moment, mulling whether she would care to elaborate. "Hux is a cunt," she stated matter-of-factly, and Ren could not help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He kept his own thoughts on the matter to himself. The Supreme Leader had appointed Hux a command position, and the Captain served directly under him. It would be unwise to voice his personal opinion to her.
Once inside the base, Captain Phasma turned toward Ren, her armor glistening with fresh snow. "I would like to discuss further, but I believe our opinions are best exchanged…" she glanced down the hall, at an approaching troop. "In private,"
Ren considered her for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Her request was peculiar, to say the least. But he found himself in need of conversation that was beyond mere orders exchanged between soldiers. He remained quiet, but motioned for her to lead the way. She turned abruptly, and he admired her stride as she walked powerfully through the halls. Even her own troopers seemed to shy from her. She was a commanding presence. He could not deny that.
She lead them through corridors, and eventually into a shuttle lift to the lower levels. The lift plummeted deep within the belly of Starkiller Base, down to the barracks. He realized as they wound their way to the end of the barracks that she was taking him to her personal chambers.
Once inside, she removed her helmet and placed it in the armory bay in the corner of the room. She turned, and gingerly wiped the glistening sweat that clung to her hair at her temples. He did not know what he had expected the Captain to look like, but he certainly had not expected a blonde. Her hair was a very light platinum, cut short, probably to avoid overheating in her armor. The style made the angles of her face sharper, enhancing her fierce demeanor. Her cheeks and lips were flushed with color from the warmth of her armor.
"Care for a drink?" she asked as she poured herself a helping of an unknown dark liquid. He remained silent, unsure of why he was even there. She turned toward him, raising one curved eyebrow in response to his silence. "Suit yourself," she said, taking a gulp of the liquid and wincing at its flavor. She set the glass down on a table and began working the clasps of her armor at the wrists. It was foolish of him to follow her.
"I should go. Captain," he nodded farewell, and turned to leave.
"Kylo Ren," she said, and the way the name slithered off her tongue made him pause. This was not the metallic voice of Captain Phasma to which he had grown accustomed.
"My understanding of the Force is narrow, at best. I do not pretend to understand you or your motivations," she said, pulling her cloak from her shoulders and removing her wrist gauntlets. She placed each piece meticulously in her personal armory. "All I know is what you are not. You are not a Jedi. They seek to deny fear. Anger. Desire," she said, placing a slow emphasis on each word. She worked at removing her armor, piece by piece, as she spoke.
"All of which are natural, human emotions. To deny such things is to deny one's humanity. One's very soul. They are beasts, master Ren." She said, the disdain dripping from her words. "The way I see it, if you seek to see only light, you will be blinded by its brilliance," she removed the last of her armor and ran a hand through her short hair, tousling it softly and leaving it in a disheveled faux-hawk. She turned and stared confidently into the blackness of his visor. "But if you accept the darkness… revel in it. Feel it within you. You accept what is only natural to the human soul," she stepped forward, until she was inches from him. He realized how tall she was, as she stared him down confidently. There was a fire in those eyes that he quite admired. "You will feel more deeply, experience this life with every sensation accessible to the human body. And that makes you… the most beautiful creature in this universe," she said, and the passion in her words sent a chill through him.
"Now tell me… would you hide such a creature… behind a mask?" he was suddenly aware that her hands were on either of his face, and her fingertips had found the clips that would release his mask. He felt a sudden calm come over him, and realized that he did not want to stop her. His helmet hissed as the Captain released the mask clasps and removed it. His black hair fell into his face, and his naked eyes met hers for the first time since he had met her nearly a decade ago. The corners of her mouth curled upward in a very subtle grin.
"Like I said," she whispered, her eyes drinking in his appearance thirstily. "Beautiful," the word was so quiet, but the conviction in it… he had never heard anyone express what he felt about his own darkness in the way that she had. Every word struck a nerve, recalled memories of torment that he had tried to bury. The way he had been instructed by Skywalker to bury everything he felt until he felt nothing at all. He had refused then. The Captain was making it painfully obvious what she wanted from him. Nothing but darkness, passion, and flesh. He was starting to realize he wanted it too. To refuse her now would be an insult to the strength they both found in the dark. He had never been able to resist it. Why try?
He held up a hand, throwing her back against the wall with his power. He advanced on her as a strange sensation boiled through his every vein. It was like rage, the way it burned. But it was not anger.
His body crashed against hers, and his lips found hers parted and hot. Her hands clawed at his sides, and the feeling of her hands on him sent shivers all over his skin. He pressed against her, and gasped in a breath as he moved his kisses to her neck. His hands crept to her lower back, and she arched her body toward him, rolling her head back to allow his kisses to roam her throat. She sighed deeply as his hands found the zipper at the back of her black flight suit. He had just reached the very end of the zipper, at the base of her spine, when she pushed him back, and slapped him hard across the face. His cheek stung, but he was too stunned to do anything. The Captain sauntered forward, her hands reaching up to her shoulders and sliding her flight suit down her arms. She shrugged out of the garment, and stood only in black athletic undergarments that hugged her curvy, toned body. She was a very tall, imposing woman, yet her body was strong and lean. She was a soldier, before anything, and clearly took her training seriously.
"Does that make you angry? When I hurt you?" she asked, stepping close to him once more. His heart was pounding in his chest, but he couldn't be sure what emotion was causing it. At the moment, he felt equal parts rage and lust.
"Yes," he answered, his blood boiling when he saw the devious grin upon her lips. "Do you want me to do it again?" she whispered in his ear, her hot breath moistening the side of his neck. He couldn't help the breathless "yes" he uttered. He had wanted to hurt her, kill her even, when she struck him. But at the same time, he wanted to feel that anger. Needed it. It was stirring something in his belly, a hunger that he hadn't realized had been starved to the point of insatiability.
The Captain's hand was suddenly at his throat, and her fingernails clawed down his neck to his shoulder, leaving fresh pink marks on his skin. He gritted his teeth and growled, not against the pain but against the lust that pain had caused. He couldn't believe the hunger that was tearing at him. He had never wanted anything so badly.
The Captain pulled his tunic over his head, and ran her hands greedily down his torso, adding a touch of her fingernails as she reached the waistband of his pants. She unclipped his belt and let it fall, his light saber hitting the floor with a heavy thunk. She looked back up at him and playfully bit her lip as she released the clasp of his pants. She slowly sank to her knees, not breaking eye contact. He sighed deep and ran his fingers through her blonde hair, his heartbeat skipping at the sight of her so eager before him. He moaned and closed his eyes as her lips enveloped him, taking him fully into her mouth. She moaned, and the vibration in her mouth from the sound made him shudder. She was magnificent, moving her lips and tongue with just the right pressure, easing between fast and torturously slow.
He contained himself as long as he could, but finally a beast reared its ugly head. He grabbed a handful of her hair and threw her across her bed. She yelped, but something told him this was exactly what she wanted of him. If she didn't, she could easily fight back. If he knew anything about Captain Phasma, it was that she was anything but helpless. He grabbed the Captain by the hips, pulling her toward him and bending her over the edge of the bed. He ripped her underwear down her legs and groaned loudly as he forced himself inside of her. She threw her head back and groaned a loud "fuck yes!"
He pulled out of her and pushed hard inside her once more, forcing both of them to cry out with pleasure. His hands roamed her backside, one of them snaking its way up the curve of her back to her neck and grasping a handful of her silver blonde hair. She moaned deep in her throat, and pushed herself back to meet his thrust. He hissed in a breath as he filled her up. He ached for her, even now that he was taking her. No matter how hard or fast he forced himself into her, it wasn't enough. He sped up his rhythm, but it only seemed to make his aching worse. He moaned desperately as sweat dripped from his brow down onto the small of her back. He gripped her hips in his hands, and pulled her back into him with every thrust. He pulled out and penetrated her slowly, teasing her. She was panting and gripping the sheets, and her skin grew hot under his touch. She growled in response to his teasing, and pushed herself hard back against him. He groaned loud as his vision began to blur and he felt his knees weaken. He pulled out of her and stumbled back, trying to catch his breath. Damn. This woman…
She stood and turned, her breasts heaving as she slipped her athletic bra over her head, revealing her shapely chest. She advanced on him, an evil grin spreading across her lips. She grabbed him by the throat and leaned close, her tongue tracing a line from his collarbone to his ear, before she took the lobe of his ear between her teeth and nibbled playfully. The heat and wetness of her tongue combined with the tingle of her teeth drove him wild.
"Now it's my turn," she whispered, the inferno in her eyes mesmerizing him. He had no choice but to follow her as she pulled him with her. She maneuvered her way around him, keeping his eyes locked with hers, and pushed him back onto the bed. She crawled over him, her hands sprawling over his chest as she lowered herself onto him. She gasped in a breath, and the wince of ecstasy on her face made him quiver. He wrapped his hands around her backside, and swallowed hard as he tried to control the waves of heat and pleasure that threatened to swallow him entirely. He could hardly look away from her writhing body. The way she rolled her hips slowly, forward and back, easing him in and out of her as she dug her fingernails into the flesh of his chest. He gritted his teeth against the building pressure, and clawed at her skin, smacking his hand against her rear. She groaned and rolled her head back, relishing the feel of him inside her. She moved her hands up her own thighs, glided them over her body and gripped her breasts as she moaned, quickening the pace of her motion. She ran a hand through her hair, her mouth hanging open in ecstasy. She moved faster and slammed herself hard down onto him, and he could feel her insides growing hotter. His hands gripped her hips, and he pulled her down to meet his upward thrusts. She leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders as she stared at him with a fiery gaze. She moaned low, and her breathless "god yes" sent a wave of heat through him that intensified until he could hardly think. He grimaced from the intensity of it, and thrust his hips harder and harder. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as he began to ache mercilessly, and the Captain's groans turned to screams. She gripped his shoulders hard, drawing blood with her fingernails, until he felt her insides quivering and then convulsing around him. He slammed his eyes shut, tears forming at the corners.
"Don't stop," he panted, his stomach muscles contracting and his toes curling from the immensity of sensation. "Don't stop! Don't…" his words hung in his throat, and he thrust himself hard inside her with a loud cry, the release overwhelming his entire body. Her body shook with him, until she collapsed forward, her forehead resting on his chest. They both were still for a long while, trying to calm their rasping breaths. The Captain rolled to the side, her hand draped over his heaving chest. She giggled deep in her throat, and the sound was hauntingly beautiful. She stood, and walked to the table where she had left her drink. She downed the rest of it, and ruffled her short, sweaty hair once more.
"I trust this little encounter will not leave those pretty lips of yours?" she mused, and he couldn't help the smile that spread across his lips. He perched himself up on his elbows, and raised an eyebrow.
"Captain," he teased reproachfully, and she turned, her beautiful naked body glistening with sweat. "Did you just use me?" he asked, still smiling. She paused for a moment, and crawled slowly over him before taking his lower lip between her teeth and tugging gently.
"Do you want me to do it again?" she whispered.