Believe it, I See it

I know that you can Feel it

No Secrets worth keeping

So fool me like I'm Dreaming

The Galaxy easily caved after the Resistance's defeat. Kylo watched as Rey—his queen—strode into the Throne Room of the Supremacy. He lazily eyed her up and down. She smirked at him as their eyes met.

"Hungry?" she teased.

"Always," he answered as he repeated the gesture.

She was wearing tight, black pants and knee-high boots. Her tunic fell to just below her bum and was secured around her waist with a belt. He had cursed her for not wearing something shorter, something more accessible, many times, but she'd merely laughed and told him he had to work for it.

The hold of her double sabered staff was visible just above her left shoulder. A smaller saber dagger was tucked into her belt. It had taken some time and a lot of experimenting, but she'd perfected the art of saber making.

The windings around her arms had been replaced by a coarse capelet that closed with a clasp between her collar bones. He thought it accentuated her boobs quite nicely. He also liked how she had let her hair grow out so she could braid it. It gave certain … activities a bit of an edge.

Rey was still smirking as she reached him. She leaned over him, the claws that were clasped over her fingertips scratching his cheek. His breath hitched and she cupped his face, roughly kissing him. When she moved to straddle him, he held her back, earning him a deadly glare.

"The delegation from Cantonica will be here any minute."

Rey let out a growl, a habit she had picked up from him. "Let them wait; they're here to grovel anyway. Smuggling goods to Devaron? They should be glad to leave this place alive."

"My savage queen." He let himself be lured into another kiss. "Still," he finally said, "the sooner we can get this over with, the sooner we will have some time alone. Uninterrupted."

"Fine!" she snapped.

He grabbed her around the waist as she moved to her own throne next to his. "Come sit on my lap," he murmured, pulling her exactly there. "Can you feel what you do to me?" he murmured against her neck.

She laughed and wiggled. He firmed his hold around her waist, forcing her to keep still.

"You evil woman!"

"Yes," she answered with a laugh, "yes, I am. And you love it!"

The entrance to the room hissed open and Hux walked in. He blanched at the glare they both sent him.

"The, uhm-" He coughed. "The delegation of Can- Cantonica, my lord, my queen."

Rey shifted sideways, resting her left shoulder against Kylo's chest while his hand came to rest on her knee. Hux quickly motioned the delegation to enter before fleeing the room.

The men that entered were obviously rich—dressed in fine cloth and covered with jewels made out of some of the most precious metals in the Galaxy. They tried to keep themselves upright and proud, but Kylo could see the paleness of their faces, the sweat on their foreheads, and the way they seemed to tremble. It thrilled him, and he could feel the same excitement mirrored through the Bond by Rey.

The first of them abruptly stopped moving when, apparently, Rey found they had advanced close enough. He squeezed her knee in amusement as he watched the men flounder for a moment, before getting the message and promptly kneeling where they stood.

"I see you at least know some manners," Kylo spoke. There was no answer. "Well? Have you nothing to say for yourself? Should I simply decide what to do with you and your planet here and now?"

"Supreme Leader!" they all shouted in response, albeit not at the same time. They stood from their kneeling position, all careful to keep their heads bent. Then, the man in the middle spoke up. "Supreme Leader! We ask for your leniency."

"Leniency?" Kylo repeated with amused disbelief. He turned towards Rey, caressing her upper leg. "Whatever do they mean, my queen?"

"I believe, my lord," she answered in the same tone of voice, "that they wish for mercy."

"Do you now?" he said. "Would they really be that foolish?"

"My lord! Supreme Leader!" the man was quick to interject. "Of course we would not ask you such a thing without recompense. We've brought gifts, my lord. May they be brought in?"

"No."

Kylo smiled as the men faltered for a second time.

"No, sir?"

"No." He let the silence stretch until the delegates started squirming. "You don't deny the smuggling of goods to Devaron?"

"We would not dare contradict your intelligence."

Word games.

"So you admit it then?" He watched with amusement as the men squirmed again.

"Supreme Leader, please understand, above all we are merchants. The profits…"

Rey swung her legs and slid off his lap. He let her, curious to see what she would do. It was obvious the men had noticed as well, for they all took an involuntary step back.

"So you would sell out your Leader?" she hissed as she advanced on them—like a predator stalking prey.

"No! No! That's not- We would never, my queen; I did not wish to imply that!"

"Yet you did."

She was walking around them, touching a finger to a detail on a jacket or an ornament at random. The men were visibly trembling by now. Kylo wondered how long it would take before one of them lost control of his bladder.

"My queen, I merely wished to say that we were momentarily blindsided by the profits we would make. It won't happen again, we promise!"

"I doubt your promise has much worth," she answered. Kylo rolled his eyes as she suddenly seemed distracted, tilting her head sideways to look at the hand of one of the men at the back of the group. "I like that ring," she muttered.

The man froze, terrified, before his companion next to him gave him a shove in the ribs.

"T- t- this ring?" he stuttered, holding out his hand.

"It's pretty," Rey hummed.

"Y- Yours. It's all yours. Let me take it off."

"Of course it's mine," Rey laughed.

With a movement quicker than the eye could follow, she cut off the man's hand with her dagger. As the man stared at where his hand had been and started screaming, Rey put her foot on the fallen appendage and lazily pulled the ring off the dead finger. With a satisfied smirk, she started trying it out on her own fingers while walking back to the throne.

"Shut him up," Kylo ordered, wrapping an arm around Rey's waist as she perched on the armrest.

The delegation was in chaos until one of them showed he owned some brains and knocked the screaming man on the back of his head. He slumped down immediately and silence returned to the room.

"I'm tired of you," Kylo said.

"Supreme Leader, please-" The man choked on his words, grasping at his neck while his eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"Leave the gifts. A fine will be imposed. I also find myself in need of a few hundred slaves; you will provide them, from your capital city. If you ever step out of line again, your entire planet will be annihilated. Now leave."

"Supreme Leader! Thank you, Supreme Leader!"

They hastily retreated from the room, two of them carrying their unconscious comrade, a third gingerly holding the severed hand.

Once they left, Kylo turned to Rey. "A ring, huh?"

She rolled her eyes. "It's ugly," she said, and threw the offensive piece of metal away. It clattered on the ground somewhere out of sight. "Now," she said, moving to straddle him again. "Where were we?"