"I assume you can read?" he was using that sneery voice that made me want to hit him.
I hoped my silence expressed my utter disdain for his question.
"Do I take that as a yes?"
"Take that as a 'just because i didn't get sent to a military academy at birth doesn't make me stupid'" I replied in a huff, although since I was lying naked spooned in against Hux's equally naked body in his bed, I wasn't too grumpy.
"Fine. I have a plan to keep you on board. If you do exactly as I say.. My Rebel prisoner will be dispatched according to the records which can be become lost, and a new officer on secondment will be assigned to my command team. Unfortunately my alternative plan of having you chained to my bed naked might raise a few eyebrows" in the dark his hand skimmed my nipple as i stretched back against him, as I considered how I was really not that averse to the idea, and noted with surprise that he had almost made a joke.
Waking with a start hours later, I confused whose bed and room I was in for moment. It was a common affliction for someone who had 'travelled' so widely. A small grin spread as I realised where I was, replaced by confusion when i noted that I was not only alone but that a chair had been placed by the bed, piled with what looked like a neatly folded First Order officer uniform. I grabbed a thick paperback book off the top of the pile 'First Order Second Degree Officer - dress and hair regulations and restrictions for female staff'
"You've got to be fucking kidding me" I groaned and hid back under the covers.
An hour later I grudgingly had to admit just how right Hux had been. The image in his mirror looked nothing like me, even I wouldn't have picked me up in a line out. My long tangled dark blonde curls were neatly slicked back in a bun, almost hidden under a one of the perky caps all First Order Officers wore. My curves were disguised by a black suit that only hinted at my gender. The trousers were a little weird, but overall the effect was fascinating and I struggled to drag myself away from my reflection; I looked like a new, shinier more adult person. And black was definitely my colour.
"The hair is a little messy and the jacket a touch too tight, but you will do. We can just say standards are obviously not as exacting in the rest of the fleet" I started with fright as Hux had appeared behind me while I'd been lost in my vanity.
"This is your datapad and badge, Second officer Dana Loe, efficiency analyst to undertake a surprise inspection of the Finalizer's data processes on secondment from the Conqueror." he must have caught my raised eyebrow and sighed.
"There is a file on it, read it, it will give you background information on who you are and FIrst Order protocols and a map. Rest of the time, pretend to type on the datapad, follow me around and nod when I talk" I dropped a quick kiss on his lips, both in thanks and also to frighten him with my possible lack of discretion.
"And definitely don't kiss me" he rolled his eyes as I winked.
In truth though, the stakes were incredibly high, for me and even for him if anyone had a clue what he had done. He was one of the highest ranking officers in the FIrst Order, but that would make his actions all the more serious. Discovery would lead to my execution for sure, but for a General of the First Order to aid an enemy combatant and hide her on his own ship? That was treason and some part of me still struggled to understand why he would take the risk.
Understandably nervous I struggled the first few days to fit in, feeling like everything I did or said marked me out as an imposter. Slowly I realised two things - everyone was so driven and professional that they barely looked up off their screens or away from their command desks to even glance at a new face, and secondly, that Hux commanded fear and respect in his personnel in equal measure. If he said something, people did not question him.
On the bridge Hux was an intimidating figure, briskly efficient and in complete control. I noted that his staff treated him with deference, tinged with anxiety if they did not met his exacting standards. Apart from an initial introduction to Captain Peavey, his second in command on the Finalizer, and Captain Opan who frankly scared me, I mostly followed his instructions and stayed quiet. I learnt the background file details in case I was asked any personal questions, played with my datapad and nodded silently at hopefully appropriate intervals. I'd been assigned my own quarters and managed to find them with little trouble after memorising the star destroyer's basic schematics which was quicker than standing in the middle of a corridor trying to orientate my datapad the right way and swearing.
With officer level access rights and an easy to use datapad system after a few days I found myself reading information I knew would aid the Rebel alliance beyond measure -but I had made my choice. Guilt was an emotion I had long ago chosen to try and ignore. Instead I decided read the job description the well organised Hux had supplied as what a data efficiency analyst actually did and spent my 6 hour shifts playing at work. After two weeks I found I was actually enjoying myself and having conversations and work related discussions with other officers as if I had been doing it for years. It turned out that being an analyst seemed to be mainly asking naive questions and getting someone else to provide the answers. It was a perfect fit for me.
Hux: Where have you gone?
The message pinged up on my datapad screen rudely interrupting the stream of my conversation with a colleague who was describing in great detail data processes I hadn't even conceived needed to exist less than 10 days ago.
Loe: I thought you wanted me to blend in and 'disappear'?
I typed back, imagining him looking around his bridge in irritation at my absence. I'd eventually tired of being his shadow and decided to actually go off and analysis something out from under his nose.
Hux: Not literally. Where are you?
Loe: With Second Officer Exxus, he's telling me all about the incremental improvements he's made in the data upload from the surface canons to the mainframe. I think. I'm pretending to be a efficiency analyst. I'm learning about data process efficiency. Remember?
Hux: Come back now. And if you think you can ever use any of this knowledge to the benefit of the Resistance…
The text trailed off the screen and I didn't bother to read the rest. His occasional unease about my loyalties hadn't stopped him from calling me to his chambers nightly for 'debriefings'.
Loe: Fine, but since as you well know I have no way of getting off this ship I think the knowledge is pretty safe. And i didn't understand any of it.
Which technically wasn't true. What had seemed impenetrable at first was quickly making sense and I felt I could almost contribute usefully to a discussion. Of course, Hux had no idea about my background before we had met at the Rebel base, and I had no intention disclosing it yet.
Loe: You need to tell him he's done a good job. He's scared to death of you
I continued, emboldened by the false anonymity of the written word
Hux: Wise man. You should be too if you don't get back here
Hux: And don't tell me how to do my job
Loe: Sorry, do I need to be punished?
I smiled as I typed that, wondering what he would make of it, while still trying to follow Exxus' explanation with one ear.
There was a longer pause than between previous responses.
Hux: Come back now for formal discipline.
Damn him, I could already feel heat pooling in my core as I pondered what he could have in mind.
Suggesting to my companion that we visit the bridge to alert Hux of his findings, Exxus grudgingly accompanied me, his apprehension turning to delight by the General's low key but positive feedback for his work. My smug self congratulation was brought to a sharp end however.
"Second officer Loe, i have some concerns with your work. There are inaccuracies that are just not acceptable in an officer of your standing. Please follow me." Something about his tone made me consider that he might actually be angry with me.
Hux stalked off with me trailing in his wake, hands clasped behind him. I caught the eye of a fellow officer, Chief Petty Officer Unamo, who I had only nodded to in passing but had noted for her dedication to her post and the regularity she seemed to ask Hux for his advice or direction. Was that a look of satisfaction that flitted across her face before she quickly mastered her expression back into blank disinterest?
"Ouch, what the hell is this?" I cried after Hux had grabbed my arm and pulled me through an open door into a small and cluttered windowless room that gave little room for personal space. Grey metal storage boxes were neatly stacked along the walls, with usual First Order efficiency. Maybe that explained the Order part of the name, I wondered, the whole attention to order, well, thing..
"I believe it is a storage cupboard" he said, appearing slightly irritated by my question.
"So, I'm waiting for your apology for disregarding a senior officer's order"
My eyebrow arched in challenge, so he was serious.
"What sort of apology would be appropriate for this sort of infringement, as per the standard Officer code?" I asked echoing his one of formality
"I'll leave that one up to you" and I laughed with surprise when he winked at me, until he hurried shushed me, his eyes on the door. I enjoyed his look of realisation as I knelt in front of him.
Slowly unzipping his trousers it was obvious that he approved of my plan.
I hated men who expected you to go down and suck their cocks, who demanded a blow job as a sign of their power over you. But to choose to give pleasure to a man like this, who was surprised and honoured when you took them in your mouth and licked and sucked them like it was the best thing in the world? That made me ache with desire, my panties wet with my juices. I slowly slid my lips up and down his shaft, his hands clenching and unclenching, trying to quieten his moans and expletives. Hux began to buck against my mouth as I struggled to take him all in, until I felt him come hard in my mouth and I swallowed his cum, licking him clean, my core aching with the sheer joy of driving him to his peak.
He pulled me up and kissed me hard, one hand unzipping my trousers and diving under my panties and to my sodden cunt. I could have cried with thanks, his fingers deep inside me as I ground myself against him, my mouth open against his as I whimpered with my need for release. He pulled his lips away.
"Say my name" I tried to resist until I realised he was deadly serious and his fingers stopped fucking me and he just stroked my slit with one languid fingertip. I needed more.
"Bastard" I growled
"Say my name"
"Hux, please" his finger tip circled my clit lazily.
"Hux, please fuck me, I beg you... oh god, deeper" I crushed my face into rough wool of his jacket to stop my moans echoed around the tiny room
"Now you are giving the orders?" he growlled, but thankfully Hux compiled, his fingers driving into me until I came hard, my juices soaking his hand.
I left Hux reorganising his clothes as I sauntered back to the bridge, revelling in my feeling of power over him and with a warm sense of post-coital satisfaction. In my distraction I almost ran into Unamo, who was standing in my path.
"I hope the General wasn't too firm with you? He has high standards that not all his officers are able to satisfy" she said in mock concern, obviously enjoying what she considered my moment of shame. Restraining a desire to tell her just how firm I generally found Hux to be, I sighed and patted her arm in fake reassurance. She looked at me like I had just peed on her shoes.
"He is certainly a hard man to please but don't be concerned on my behalf, I think I managed to satisfy him with my performance" I managed to say with a straight face, before walking off, the echo of the taste of his cum still lingering on my tongue.
I thought I was so clever, I was too stupid to realise that I had just made an enemy.
