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If General Hux had thought he had ever had a bad day before, he could have never imagined a situation worse than the one he currently found himself in. He had already been captured as a prisoner by the Resistance. When he heard that he was to be transported off of the holding ship in which he had been detained on for weeks to a base, he had entirely accepted his fate that he was essentially being sentenced to death. He knew that the Resistance would put him on trial first, but they would give him no one to help him defend his so called crimes. They would pass down the death sentence as quickly as possible to rid the galaxy of him. There was no foreseeable out for his fate. Despite him mulling over every possible way while locked away in the cramped cell the Resistance had thrown him in, he had come up empty. He resigned himself to that he had accomplished everything he was supposed to achieve in his life and so be it if this was the end of it all. Too bad it would be at the hands of the very enemy he had worked so hard to try and obliterate from the galaxy entirely.

Hux had been led onto the smaller transport ship with his hands bound in front of him with a pair of heavy metal binders by two Resistance soldiers who then had placed him in a small room. Securing the door behind them as they left, he felt the ship's engines roar to life and the ship lift from the ground. Hux had no idea how long the flight would be to whatever corner of the galaxy they were taking him to. Deciding that he would pass the time to the best of his ability, he tried to sleep, something he had gotten very little of since his capture. He had only begun to drift off before the sounds of alarms wailing from the cockpit and a distant man's voice shouting into a comm pulled him back to reality. Something was wrong, seriously wrong, he thought as his stomach lurched as the ship jolted hard to it's port side. Hux tried to brace himself against the edge of the bench and the wall in which he sat as he felt the ship losing altitude at a rapid pace, his stomach dropping and his heart racing as he tried to hold himself upright.

Suddenly, everything went black.


"Hey!" a voice called out from what seemed a million parsecs away in Hux's hazy mind. "You alive?"

Hux blinked a few times as he tried to move his legs and then his arms, realizing his wrists were still bound together tightly. His vision came back into focus as he stared up at the man standing above him.

Hux realized that he was in fact alive. He had survived the crash and the man who stood over him was the pilot of the ship, judging by the way he was dressed. The man bore the signature orange flight suit of a Resistance pilot with a leather jacket hastily pulled over it. He felt the man's hands pull him upright from the ground. Hux's boots slipped against the uneven metal flooring as he steadied himself, trying his best to hold his own weight upright in a standing position. Hux's temples throbbed and his knees felt weak, but he eventually found his footing as he tried his best to stand and not wobble too much.

"We've got to get out of here" the pilot said with a sense of urgency in his voice. He felt the man pulling at his arm, dragging him out of the room and towards a marred hole in the side of the ship. Streaks of sunlight filtered through the twisted and jagged metal as Hux's scrambled brain tried to make sense of it all. He was normally clear headed and sharp to react, but couldn't help to wonder if during the crash, he had hit his head because his vision was fuzzy and his mind felt as though it was slagging behind his body.

The pilot tugged Hux along for a few meters away from the wreckage before laying him down into the grass. Hux couldn't find the strength to fight back, allowing himself to sink into the cushiony ground.

"I'll be right back" the pilot's voice said from above him.

Hux rolled to his back and looked up towards the sky. His mind began to focus, his clarity returning to him as he watched the clouds above him float across the crisp, blue sky. He was alive. Which normally would be considered a good thing having survived the crash he had just experienced. He began to process his predicament, the metal of the binders cutting into his wrists as he tried to move his arms. He wished his hands were free to reach up towards his face, to check for any scrapes or cuts. Not feeling any blood trickling down his face, he relaxed his arms as best he could and returned to gazing up at the sky when reality hit him. He was stranded on a planet with a Resistance pilot, and that was worse than any nightmare he could possibly fathom.

Hux suddenly wished he was dead.

He felt himself being pulled up from the ground by a pair of strong hands. The pilot had returned. He tugged at Hux's body, his touch rough and demanding as he felt his back leave the dirt beneath him. The pilot freed one hand from him, his body bending slightly to reach for the handles of a few metal storage boxes he had returned with from the wreckage. His other hand tightly held onto a handful of Hux's coat, yanking the fabric along with the rest of his body.

"Come on!" the pilot ordered. Hux tried his best to gain his footing, his feet slipping under him as the pilot dragged him along. It took Hux a second before finding his footing again and catching up to the man's pace. As they approached a large fallen tree, the pilot all but forced Hux behind it before leaping behind the mossy stump himself.

"Stay down" the man said to him in a demanding tone.

Hux felt the pilot next to him crouch down as low to the muddy forest floor behind the fallen tree as he could and Hux tried his best to do the same. He was well aware of the dangers of a wrecked ship. Ruptured fuel lines and dangling electrical wires made for a deadly combination for anyone who lingered too long and too close to the wreckage.

A loud explosion echoed in the distance behind them. The noise shook the ground around them and sent birds scattering into flight from the treetops above them. Silence fell once again as Hux pulled himself up from the ground, brushing away dirt and leaves from the front of his uniform the best he could with his bound hands. Glancing over to his side, he saw the pilot doing much the same before picking up the few metal boxes of items he managed to salvage from the downed ship.

"Great job" Hux hissed towards the man next to him. A dark column of smoke billowed up into the sky in the distance from the wreckage, a savage reminder that there was no way off of the planet. "Looks like you've managed to get us stranded here". Hux hardly cared the pilot had bothered to save him along with himself. Considering that they were trapped on whatever maker-forsaken-planet they were on until someone came along to get them, Hux's fate was still the same in the end.

"Not my fault that something defaulted in the engine" Poe retorted, hardly wishing to take any blame for the crash. It really wasn't his fault. The transport ship had passed its pre-flight checks before leaving the main ship. A small faulty electrical fuse had triggered an onslaught of damage to the main thrusters after takeoff. It was purely a mechanical failure and of no way pilot error.

"I'm Poe Dameron, by the way" the pilot offered in an almost too cheerful manner considering the circumstances.

Hux scoffed at the man's friendly introduction. They might be stuck together, but that hardly meant they were going to be friends.

"Hux" he replied coldly back.

"I know who you are, General Armitage Hux" Poe said firmly, making sure to stress the red haired man's full name. He knew exactly who he was transporting back to the Resistance base on D'Qar for what was most likely going to be his final sentencing for his crimes against the galaxy. "Are you going to try to escape if I undo those restrains?"

Hux looked down to his wrists. The normally pale skin peeked out from between the cuffs and his sleeves was burned a bright red, no doubt from being jostled about in the crash the subsequent fleeing from the wreckage. He couldn't deny his flesh stung from the metal rubbing against it, aching to be freed.

"No. I won't try to escape".

Poe smirked, a half cocked smile on his face as he bent to retrieve the metal boxes from the ground beside him.

"I don't think I trust to let you free yet" Poe said, gathering the items in his arms before standing to his full height again. "Let's go".

Hux huffed in annoyance as the pilot began ahead of him into the woods.


The pair walked in silence. Poe lead the way as Hux trailed behind him, taking in his new surroundings. Whatever planet they had crash landed onto was covered by thick woodlands. The deciduous forest spread around them for as far as he could see. The ground was damp, as if an early morning rain had thoroughly soaked the fallen leaves and ferns that covered the forest floor. Hux's polished boots sank into the spongy earth as he made his way along, blindly following the pilot ahead of him, wondering if the man had any idea if he knew where he was going.

The forest around them gave way to a small clearing. The large trees still towered around them, only letting small streaks of sunlight down through their thick leaves to the ground below. The clearing was on a slight incline, giving the two men the advantage that they could see any oncoming threats from the woods around them in any direction and provided relatively flat ground in which to make camp on. Poe set the metal boxes he was carrying down and looked around, nodding his head in approval that this would make a decent enough spot to call home for the foreseeable future.

"We better get a fire going. I don't think we have enough daylight left to get a shelter up". Poe looked up to the bits of sky he could see above him through the thick tree cover, noting the sky was clear with hardly a cloud in sight anywhere. "I doubt the weather will turn on us before morning".

"Whatever you say, you're the one who got us into this mess" Hux snapped before gazing up at the sky, double checking if the pilot knew anything about survival skills once so ever. He noted the same observation Poe had made that there was only a slim chance that inclement weather would come overnight, leaving it safe for them to spend the evening out in the open.

"I'm going to look for firewood" Poe stated, looking back at Hux who was just standing there. The red haired man looked ragged, hardly the stately General he had once been. The only remnants of his former position was his uniform in which he still wore. His rumpled satin black shirt was still tightly tucked into his pants, fastened with a thin leather belt with a silver clasp around his waist. A long great coat finished the ensemble, and he would still look every bit the impending General he once was except for the wrinkles criss crossing the fabric in every direction and the dried bits of dirt and leaves sticking to various parts of him.

Poe stepped closer to Hux and outstretched his hand towards the metal binders that still firmly held Hux's hands in front of him at his waist.

"If I take those off now, will you help me gather wood and get a fire started without any trouble?" Poe asked as he pointed towards Hux's restraints.

Hux said nothing as Poe took another step closer to him before lifting his wrist to grasp Hux's arm. Poe's other hand reached into his jacket and pulled out a key. Working the lock open, Poe undid the binders, letting Hux go. Stepping back, Poe folded the restraints in half and tucked them back into his interior pocket and looked at the General as he rubbed his fingers against his wrists, trying to relieve himself of the dull ache the binders had left against his flesh. The General looked deflated, but grateful his hands were finally free.

"Come on" Poe ordered. "Try and get as much kindling as you can".

Hux hardly appreciated being ordered around, let alone by some piece of Resistance scum, but he knew from his own survival training that a fire was necessary if they were to get through the night. He reluctantly followed the pilot as he made his way into the woods surrounding the clearing.

"There's hardly any fallen wood" Hux commented with annoyance as his eyes continued to scan the forest floor for anything that would suffice for a fire.

"Keep looking!"

Hux mumbled under his breath, cursing the fact he was obeying the pilot. He could easily take off running into the thicket now that his hands were no longer bound together, taking himself as far from Poe as his strength would allow him to get. But that would leave him in a worse predicament that he was already in. He would be alone, with no weapon and nothing other than the clothes on his back. The pilot had been smart enough to salvage survival kits from the wreckage and no doubt had some sort of weapon on him seeing before everything went to hell, he was transporting a prisoner of war.

"Find anything?" Poe voice echoed through the trees.

"Not yet" Hux replied. "Maybe if you stopped bothering me every five seconds, I'd come across something!"

"What about the stick that you seem to have shoved up your ass?" Poe heckled back. "That'd probably work just fine!"

Hux didn't bother to reply to the pilot's smart comment. He was more focused on getting a fire going before darkness set in. The afternoon light was fading, long shadows cast across the landscape as the sun dipped below the treeline.

Poe noticed a low hanging branch ahead of him. Jumping, he grabbed hold of the dried wood and pulled, using his body weight to snap the dead branch from the tree trunk. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Dragging the branch behind him, he tossed it towards the clearing before making his way back to the wooded area to continue his quest.

Soon enough, the pair had both gathered a handful of fallen branches and twigs in their arms, enough to suffice for a fire. Upon returning to the clearing, Poe found a suitable spot in the dirt and began working some of the larger pieces into the semblance of a fire pit, attempting to lean the logs against one another as Hux watched him from the side.

"Care to help?" Poe asked with a sarcastic quip in his voice.

"Absolutely not. You seem to be doing just fine" Hux chided back, making sure his disgust at the pilot's failure was evident in his tone.

Bit harsh, Poe thought to himself as he returned to his work. They were in a survival situation and Hux seemed that he wanted to make a point for it to be the most miserable experience for the both of them. Poe could hardly stand Hux, but the fact that the General seemed so hell bent that death was a better option than being a decent human being, even in the slightest, seemed extreme to Poe. Yet again, once they made it back to the Resistance base, Poe would greeted by his own bed in his familiar quarters where the General would be greeted with yet another jail cell before a trial that would seal his fate. He figured that Hux had accepted his fate either way and if he was faced with the same situation, he'd rather die a semi-free man in the wilderness over the hands of the enemy in what would most likely be a public spectacle.

Hux had been watching the pilot struggle to create the lean to necessary for a strong fire for far too long. The two pieces of wood he kept trying to balance against one another kept slipping against each other and falling back to the earth. He could hardly bare to watch another second as Poe began another attempt to get to wood in just the right place.

"Don't they teach you anything in your training?" Hux huffed, unable to stand another second of watching Poe's failures, as he stepped around the opposite side of the pilot and grabbed the thick logs from his hands. He jabbed the end of the wood into the ground with more force than was necessary before taking another log and leaning it against the first one.

Poe grabbed a handful of smaller twigs and leaves and pushed them in between the thicker firewood, creating a nest of kindling, unwilling for Hux to outwit him. He knew how to build fire just like anyone else in the military and the last person in the galaxy he wished to prove him wrong would be the ginger General he was stuck with.

Hux glanced up at Poe, giving him a silent stare as the pilot properly filled the rest of the fire base. At least he's not completely stupid.

Poe fumbled the latches of one of the metal boxes open. They were all survival kits, filled with the necessary things to keep one alive in the very situation the two men had found themselves. Rifling through the contents, Poe found a book of waterproof matches near the bottom of the case. Withdrawing the small book, Poe cracked the duraplastic casing around the matchsticks before withdrawing one and striking it against the side. The flame ignited, glowing a bright orange in the darkness surrounding them as he held it down to the kindling. The leaves quickly caught fire, crackling and popping as the fire spread through the dried material and onto the larger twigs. Satisfied that the flame had taken, Poe threw the burnt matchstick into the growing fire and stepped back, admiring his work. Taking a seat against a flat rock that jutted from the ground in the clearing, he watched as the bark burned off the outside of the logs as it caught the flames, peeling back from the wood and charring into embers.

Hux had hardly said anything to the pilot since berating him on his fire building skills. The General sat across from him, having found a sizable log near the edge of the clearing to roll closer to the fire pit and make himself somewhat comfortable on. His knees were pulled close to his chest, his boots steadying his body by the heels which were dug the knobby surface of the bark. Hux's wrinkled coat flowed around him as he watched the flames in front of him dance in a swirl of orange and red.

"Where'ya from?" Poe asked, loud enough to be heard over the roaring fire. He figured if he was going to be stuck with Hux for the foreseeable future, they should at least know something about each other other than military ranking and the fact they completely disagreed on any political matters.

"It's none of your business" Hux replied shortly. He pulled his tattered great coat closer around him as he adjusted his body against the log he was sitting on. The temperature was dropping, but the fire helped ease some of the discomfort as the nighttime chill set in around them.

Poe sat up a bit, looking at Hux. "I bet ya I could figure it out. Is it warm or cold there?"

"Is this some kind of game?" Hux questioned back coolly.

"I guess" Poe said, a little hurt that Hux was still being so insufferably cold towards him. He was just trying to be civil, even if the man was his enemy. They were in this predicament together, the least they could do was set differences aside and at least attempt to be cordial to one another until rescue came.

Hux let out a long sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. He hated games, especially guessing games, finding them trivial and childish. He much preferred things that were straight to the point, not wasting unnecessary time dancing around things. But he had also never been in a situation where all he had was time to waste.

"Fine" Hux said, giving in to playing the game. "It's a temperate climate. Not a desert or a tundra".

Poe mulled over the clue, mentally running through the planets he knew that were of such a climate. Dozens came to mind. He needed more information.

"Is it a core world?"

"No" Hux sniffed, almost offended that the pilot thought he had been brought up anywhere remotely close to what once was the Republic's capital.

"Hmm" Poe hummed. He figured the uppity, rigid demeanor of the man came from a rich upbringing. One where the man was doted upon and lavished, never having to struggle for anything in life, most likely raised by nanny-droids and given expensive gifts to try and fill the void that was brought by his parent's constant absences.

"Inner or Outer Rim?"

"Outer".

Poe mentally narrowed down his list of guesses. There were few outer rim planets that had even tempered climates. Most were either one extreme or another, some so much so they were inhospitable.

"You're pretty pale. Did it rain a lot where you are from?"

Hux rolled his eyes, but couldn't help to be slightly amused by the pilot's acute observation of his physical appearance. It rained all the time on his home world. He could only recall a few days that the skies were actually clear. Sunshine was a rare event that usually was a cause for celebration.

"I've spent most my years onboard ships, but yes, it did rain a lot".

Poe smiled as he snapped his fingers before pointing at Hux.

"Arkanis" Poe declared with conviction, proud that he had figured it out.

"Correct".

"Alright. Your turn" Poe chided contently.

"No" Hux said flatly. He had played the pilot's silly game and was more than happy to continue the remainder of the evening in silence.

Poe cracked half a smile as he looked around in the darkness that surrounded them, the expanse of wilderness that stretched for who knows how far before looking back at Hux.

"What? Got something more important to do?"

"Fine" Hux conceded. This man was like entertaining a child, constantly chattering as if he needed constant validation that he was the greatest thing to grace the galaxy and everyone should be charmed by his upbeat demeanor. It annoyed Hux to no end. But Poe did have a point. His game was passing idle time and Hux couldn't deny himself that he was a bit curious to know more about the man.

Hux looked across the fire at the pilot, studying him for a second for any clues to his background. His skin clearly had seen much more sun exposure than his own ever had. Poe's dark hair and wild curls hinted to some sort of exotic background he couldn't quite place or remember ever seeing in anyone he'd come across before. He also couldn't deny the fact he was attracted to it. Despite the fact Poe was Resistance scum, something Hux considered lower something he would scrape off the bottom of his boot, he couldn't help the fact that Poe was good looking even if he was filth in his eyes. He could tell the pilot spent more time than regulation required him to working out, his muscular build obvious from the way his clothing fit his body, clinging to him in the right places while still giving off a rumpled devil may care attitude about them. Hux was lost in the way the light from the fire danced against the pilot's deep brown eyes as he watched and waited for him to continue on with the game.

Hux was much too distracted to put too much thought into thinking up an original question, stealing Poe's as his first one.

"Is it hot or cold on your homeworld?" Hux asked, trying to ignore looking directly at the pilot.

"Hot" Poe answered. "And humid most the time".

Hux pondered the response, eliminating any dry, desert planets or ones known for being loyal to the Empire. The man's annoying faithfulness to the Resistance was almost a dead giveaway that he had come from a Republic background. He was probably raised by some free thinking rebels who didn't give him first haircut or make him dress properly until he was long past school aged.

"Clearly by your mannerisms, you weren't brought up on a Core World" Hux stated.

Poe didn't move around with much grace Hux had noticed. His combat boot had come untied hours ago and Poe hadn't bothered to fix the laces, even as they tramped about the uneven terrain gathering firewood. The pilot seemed to be a walking disaster, uncouthed as they could come to the General. They had yet to eat, but Hux easily could picture Poe being disgustingly sloppy about it- using his hands instead of utensils and chewing loudly with his mouth open, no doubt talking all the while.

"No" Poe replied.

"I give up".

Poe couldn't help to let out a small laugh at how quickly the General succeeded in the game. No wonder the First Order was getting it's ass kicked at the moment. If one of their top Generals was so quick to get frustrated by a simple guessing game, how would he ever possibly keep his head on his shoulders enough to win a war?

"It's not that hard. Jungles. Humid. It's technically a moon if you want to get specific about it" Poe offered, a generous clue that anyone with a basic knowledge of a galaxy map could figure out.

Hux knew his galactic history, well rounded in it actually, due to a voracious reading habit as a child. It finally clicked with him. Jungle moon and a Resistance fighter. Of course. The pilot was probably a product of an Alliance victory celebration. Disgusting reason to celebrate, Hux thought to himself.

"Yavin" Hux said with an air of pride, knowing he guessed correctly.

"Yup" Poe replied, allowing the fact the General had missed the technicality that his home world was Yavin Four slide.

"Interesting" Hux remarked back plainly.

Poe cocked an eyebrow at Hux, curious at what his remark possibly could mean, but didn't push the issue further. Instead, he settled back on the rock he was sitting on. It was getting colder, the sun long set and the darkness firmly set in around them. Silence settled between the two again. Poe looked at Hux. His angled jaw was defined in the low light and the flickering shadows of the fire. He couldn't deny that the General was handsome, despite the fact he was a mass murderer of an entire system and was the embodiment of everything in the galaxy Poe despised. He watched as Hux adjusted his long coat around him once again, pulling the excess fabric over his long legs to blanket himself and conserve any warmth he was generating from his body. The General's reputation was sinister and he was more than an unfriendly person to be stuck with, but Poe couldn't help to wonder if he could get the rigid man to smile. He'd be cuter if he smiled Poe thought, reaching for the sides of his own jacket to pull them closer to his chest.

"It's getting colder. I don't do well in the cold" Poe remarked, testing the proverbial waters between the two of them.

"Right. That whole from the jungle thing. Surprised you don't freeze up in space" Hux replied with little concern of the pilot's discomfort.

"Climate controls" Poe said casually. Did Hux really think the Resistance was that backwater that they sent pilot's up into the stars without some kind of technology to regulate the temperature inside their ships?

Poe zipped the front of his jacket up to his chin and crossed his arms around his body. Scooting his body closer to the fire, he hoped the crackling flames would warm him up some.

Hux noticed the pilot shivering, surprised for such a muscular, built man that he was truly affected by the temperature. It was hardly cold enough to be life threatening, a mere evening chill, but a damp one that seemed to seep into skin and bones.

Hux couldn't think of a time he had ever taken pity on another human being before, but something about the way the pilot across the fire from his sat hunched up with his knees drawn close to him and his arms wrapped around them almost made him feel sorry for him. Against everything in his nature, he wanted to take him into his arms and hold him until his teeth stopped chattering.

What are you thinking Armitage? This man is everything you want to rid the galaxy of Hux's mind screamed at him.

His body refused to listen to his thoughts and Hux rose and stepped towards Poe.

Poe was startled by the General's quick movement towards him. His hand automatically went to his boot for the vibroblade he kept tucked into the cuff of his pants. He figured if Hux was going to try to kill him, he would have at least waited until he was asleep, caught off guard that the General seemed to have other ideas.

Hux noticed Poe reaching for his weapon and stopped in place, putting his hands up in front of him.

"I'm not trying to hurt you" he said calmly.

Poe held the handle of the blade tight in his hand, his finger hovering over the ignition switch. His dark eyes scanned Hux as he stood a few paces in front of him, frozen in place. He was skeptical. Hux had so far spent their time together actively trying to defy anything Poe did or said. Why now was he trying to help him?

"What are you doing then?" Poe asked curiously. He didn't dare take his eyes off Hux. He was excellent at reading people, always able to tell when someone was lying to him and more than cautious around the likes of Hux.

"I was going to offer you my coat. But you are so defensive, maybe I'd rather keep it to myself and let you freeze all night".

"I'd rather be cold than wear that piece of First Order filth" Poe said as the tip of his finger traced over the edge of his vibroblade.

"Have it your way". Hux stepped back, letting his hands fall back to his sides as Poe lowered his weapon. The two men looked at one another. A stalemate fell between them as their eyes locked. The fire crackled beside them, the only sound as they glared at each other, both searching one another for any hint of alternative motives.

"Fine" Poe conceded, breaking the silence between them. The General actually seemed to be genuine about his offer, which threw him for a loop. If it was a trick, Poe knew he was armed and could easily overtake Hux if need be. He tucked his vibroblade back into his boot as Hux stepped forward and sat down next to him. It was nothing more than for warmth Poe reminded himself as he felt the General adjust his body closer next to his.

Removing his arm from his sleeve, Hux draped half of his coat over Poe's shoulders. Poe cringed as the coat touched him, as if the fabric was covered in a disease before succumbing to it and grasping the edge of the coat and pulling it closer around him.

"The logo is on my side, if that makes you feel any better" Hux offered, noticing Poe's displeased expression as he settled into the material. Hux had made it a point to sit on Poe's left, keeping the embroidered First Order patch as far away from the pilot, knowing it would only cause more grief between the two of them.

Poe couldn't deny that he was warmer. Between the extra layer of fabric and Hux's body close to him, his body ceased shivering. He also couldn't deny that he liked the feeling of Hux next to him. The General had a few inches of height on him, but was not nearly as toned as he was. Poe wondered how the man could possibly be comfortable when he was not, attributing the man's rainy and cold upbringing to better adaptation when faced with less than palatable temperatures.

"Thanks" Poe said genuinely. He was grateful of Hux's gesture to share his heavy coat with him. He didn't believe the General was actually capable of any sort of selflessness, but he had been wrong on that part, but still kept a cautious air about the situation. First Order Generals didn't just snuggle up next to Resistance pilots for no reason, even if it was in obscure circumstances.

Hux didn't say anything back, only nodding. He watched Poe from the corners of his eyes. The pilot seemed to be lost in gazing at the fire, finally contented and warm to actually not be talking for once. Hux couldn't help but to study his profile in the dim light. His lower jaw was peppered with stubble, dark scruff dotting his chin and cheeks. He wondered to himself what it would feel like to press his lips against the pilot's cheek, what it would be like to run his hands through his wild curly hair, if it was even possible to tame down that dark mess that hung past his ears and fell into his eyes. What Poe's toned chest and abdomen looked like under that jacket and garishly orange colored flight suit that was stained with dirt….

Stop it Hux reprimanded to himself. Stop looking at him like that.

But Hux didn't want to stop.