I'm trying a new thing with different POVs, there are three in this chapter...

Two's company, three's a crowd? not always...


Two's Company

[Reader POV]

A few weeks had passed since your return to the Finalizer, from your vacation. You and the General had come back to a ship full of chaos. Supreme Leader Snoke had ordered Kylo Ren to chase up a lead on the whereabouts of Luke Skywalker. From what you'd heard, he was the last known living Jedi in the Galaxy and the First Order were on a mission to extinguish the ancient religion.

The mission was proving to be one big headache for your beloved General. You felt for him. He was working as hard as he could, having to work alongside Commander Ren who was failing to follow basic instructions, ultimately making more work for the General. Your evenings would follow a regular routine of the Hux stopping by after hours to relieve his stress, and you were only too happy to oblige!

Millicent was also settling in well. You weren't really sure how it was going to work, with her previously being an outdoor cat and now being stuck on the ship. Fortunately, she seemed to take to it very well. She was enjoying lazing around on your bed and sofa most days. Some days, she seemed to want nothing more than to get out of your quarters and explore. If the ship was fairly quiet, you would take her for a wander. The General had ordered all the supplies the cat would need, one of those being a cat leash. You found the concept laughable but you couldn't have her running off. So, on the days when she had cabin fever, you would get her leash on and take her for a walk. You knew which corridors were the quietest and unoccupied by Stormtroopers, which is where you would let her explore.

One particular evening, the General managed to finish early and stop at yours around 2100 hours. This was an early finish for Hux. He still knocked on your door, even though he spent most evenings with you and the two of you were firmly established in your relationship at that point.

"Come in." you called after he rapped on the door.

You were fixing a bite to eat. Hux entered your quarters, shutting and locking the door behind him. You continued to stir the food as you heard him greet Millicent. You picked up your glass of wine and took a long sip.

"Hello gorgeous." he stroked her head as she chirruped up at him. You turned around and smiled at your two gingers. He hadn't cared much for the cat in the beginning but the two were bonding more and more as the weeks went on. It warmed your heart. You felt silly for the fact you felt the three of you were like a little family.

The General was bent down on one knee, stroking Millie behind her ears. She flopped down onto the ground, wanting belly strokes. He obliged her for a few minutes before he stood up and turned to you. His eyes roamed your body as he walked towards you.

"Come here, you." he pulled you into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body immediately began responding to his, as your hips thrust towards him. He leant down to press his lips against yours. You kissed for a few moments while you felt his hands move down to cup your ass.

"Mmm." he hummed, pulling back from the kiss to look at you. "How was your day?" he asked.

"Fine. The usual. You?"

You felt the General tense in your arms and saw him clench his jaw and grit his teeth.

You put a hand on his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "Ren?" you asked as you poured him a large whisky on the rocks before pushing the glass into his hand.

The General nodded quickly, looking irritated. He gulped his drink down, placing his glass on the counter and refilling it.

"I don't want to think about him right now." He knocked back his second drink before refilling the glass.

He turned to you and put his hands on your face, kissing you fiercely before grabbing your ass again and lifting you up to sit on the counter in your kitchenette. You yelped and smiled as you kissed. His breath tasted strongly of his drink. He pulled you forward forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You held a breath as you felt his cock press against you.

His kisses were a little sloppy and full of tongue. He tended to use a lot of tongue when he was particularly horny. After making out for a few moments, his mouth moved along your neck, nibbling you gently. He pushed his face down your chest and pulled up your shirt, his tongue laving around your skin, kissing your chest and sucking softly on the curve of your breasts before his lips trailed down your stomach and he kissed your belly button, leaving trails of his whisky tongue on your skin.

"Dinner's going to burn." you chuckled as he roamed your body.

Your insides ignited with pleasure and excitement.

"Let it burn." he was caught up in the moment.

"Just... just a sec..." you pushed him back and jumped down from the counter, removing the hot pan and switching off the stove. You took the opportunity to take another gulp of wine.

You turned back to your lover who looked hot and flustered. He began removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, making his way back to you. "I'm hungry." his eyes bore into you.

You looked over your shoulder as you gestured to the stove, "Well... it's not quite finished but..."

The General cut you off as he grabbed you abruptly, his hold crushing you as he pulled your face to him, "Hungry for you."

"Oh." you blushed. He couldn't keep his hands off you, but you certainly weren't complaining. He trailed his fingers up the sides of your body until he reached up to tease your nipples. You felt a tingle rush through you. You bit your lip, with Hux back to kissing your neck and nibbling on your ear. Gooseflesh caused your nipples to harden. He hummed as he played with your breasts.

"I want you." his face was serious.

You couldn't help giggling and smiling, "You've got me, babe."

"I want you now." he trembled as he handled you, his hold rough on you. Without meaning to, every so often he would grip you a little too tightly, fingers biting into your flesh, causing you to moan in pain. "S—sorry." he would breathe heavily, "can't help it. You make me feel so..." he would trail off a feral growl.

You moved over to the sofa where Hux laid you down gently before climbing on top of you. He pushed your legs open, wrapping one around his waist, pressing his hardness into you. You adored the feeling of it. It made you want to strip down bare and let him fuck you right there and then. However, you wanted to make it last.

The General pulled back to slide your pants off and discard them at the side of the sofa. You heard a smell mewl and the pair of you ceased your kissing to look down and see Millie simply staring up at you. She chirped as if asking what you were doing. You had to laugh.

"She's um... she's watching us." Hux declared. He seemed put off.

You pushed your hands into his hair, stroking his head, attempting to relax him. "Yeah, she does that. Don't let it bother you."

"But... won't she be scarred?"

You chortled. "She isn't a toddler. It's fine." You resumed kissing but you noticed the General keeping his eye on the feline. After some time, she got bored and wandered off. He seemed to relax into things after that.

Soon, his fingers found their way into your underwear. He gave enough attention to your clit to get you warmed up before he pushed two fingers inside you. You were already wet, as you always were once he got his hands on you. You threw your head back into the cushions of the sofa. His mouth felt like heaven as it nibbled on your neck. You couldn't help thrusting your hips up to his touch. His fingers pushed inside of you before sliding back out and pushing in again.

You felt him fumbling with his other hand and your heart began to race when you heard the sound of him undoing his belt buckle. He didn't bother even pushing his trousers down, he just grabbed your hand and put it where he wanted it.

He lifted his head and physically shuddered as your hand made contact. "I've needed this," he told you. You began rubbing slowly and gently just to get him started. You traced the outline of his cock, feeling a small damp patch. You carried on working the length of him, gently jerking him off, making him hard. His moans were addictive and made you never want to stop. Your heart raced and you marvelled at how excited you still got with him. You hoped the fire between you two would never extinguish.

You pulled down his boxers, revealing his hardness. His cock felt warm as you wrapped your hand around it, his skin soft. His fingers delved deeper into you, whilst the speed of your movements increased, stroking faster by the second.

Just as you were getting so lost in one another, you jumped when you heard a sharp rap at the door. He pulled his fingers out of you and jumped back in alarm. You sat up quickly, desperately searching for your abandoned trousers. Pulling them on, you walked towards the door, fingers fumbling with the buttons as the General stood, attempting to re-dress himself.

"Who the fuck is that?" he groaned, irritated.

You gave him a knowing look. There was only one person who ever really visited your quarters, and it just so happened to be your best friend, who the General still seemed to clash with.

He rolled his eyes.

You ran your fingers through your hair, smoothing it down, before heading towards the door. The General seemed put out as he fixed his clothes into place and tried to think of the most unsexy thing he could in order to kill his boner. He then made a beeline for your fresher and closed the door behind him.

You opened up to an image of a crying, dishevelled Emily.

"Dear Lord, girl, what's happened?" concern overtook you the moment you saw her. She was the image of a bedraggled mess. Eyes puffy, face red, her cheeks stained with tears and her hair an utter state.

You pulled her inside, your eyes as wide as saucers as the sheer volume of her crying seemed to increase instantly. Huge sobs which sounded as though they were taking over the entire ship tumbled from her. You guided her to the sofa and made her sit down. You ran to the bedroom and retrieved a throw from your bed which you draped over her shoulders.

You then grabbed the bottle of wine and an extra glass and made your way back to your friend. "Shhh shhhh." you comforted her. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Tell me what's happened." You poured out a glass of wine for her. She babbled somewhat as she sobbed. You had to try several times to get her to calm down to a level where you could actually understand what she was saying.

You handed her the glass of wine and began rubbing her back for comfort, pushing her sodden hair out of the way.


[Hux POV]

The General had retreated to the fresher while you tended to the door. He was becoming increasingly exasperated. He felt stressed and anxious, irritated and full of sexual frustration. He had been intending and fully relying on you submitting to him on your couch so that he could fuck you until all his stresses melted away, basking in the serene aftermath in which he would find total bliss.

Alas, he now had the "emotional best friend" scenario playing out before him as he took his time trying to calm down and collect himself. He knew you were too much of a good person to kick her out. To tell her you would see her tomorrow. As if he didn't have enough to contend with, regarding the current situation the First Order were in, trying to track down the map to Skywalker. All Hux had wanted was a night of passionate love-making with the woman he loved, so that he could unwind, relax and recharge for a new day.

But, no. And now he could hear the damned woman sobbing her heart out. Rather than feeling sympathetic, the General rolled his eyes and tutted to himself.

He paced the small bathroom before he washed his hands and face, his hard-on eventually beginning to die down. He had even considered pleasuring himself right there in your fresher, masking his activities with the pretence of a shower. Or simply jerking off into some tissues and flushing them away. However, he decided to be patient, knowing there must have been a way to get rid of Emily—and soon—so that he could take you to bed.

After hearing the crying beginning to die down, he opened the fresher door a crack to peek out. He saw one of your arms wrapped around your friend, stroking her hair and her sobbing began to wane. He hoped that once the pathetic weeping ceased, Emily would leave.

He wasn't sure why but he still had the biggest bugbear for the girl. She had a rebellious air about. Not to the point of betraying the Order, but she clearly struggled with the notion that she had to obey orders from the General. He got the impression she simply didn't enjoy being told what to do. By anyone! With those thoughts in mind, he actually realised he respected that about her. Whilst he strived for order in his army and within the Galaxy, he too couldn't stand being told what to do by anyone. He was a leader, not a follower. Why should he listen to anyone else when he was superior? Born to stand up. To lead. To command. His blood began to boil as his thoughts turned to Snoke. How he dreamed of the ways in which he would get rid of the old bastard and take his rightful place as Emperor of the Galaxy.

He shook himself from his thoughts. He watched with intrigue at how the two girls interacted. The way you would stroke gently at Emily's hair whilst rubbing her back, shooshing her and telling her how everything would be okay. Thoughts began entering his mind he'd never had before. About the two of you. He took a moment, allowing himself to indulge in the fantasy of you two kissing, soft and tender. The idea of sharing you with another man made him jealous these days, but he'd never stopped to consider sharing you... with another woman. He rather liked the idea. It seemed more innocent somehow. Of course, he would never suggest anything to you.

He realised he was getting hard again. The whole point of locking himself in the fresher was to get rid of his erection. He quickly quelled his thoughts and regained himself before exiting the fresher.


[Reader POV]

You lay your head on Emily's shoulder, hugging her close as you comforted her. You'd managed to calm her down to a level where she could talk coherently. You were completely gobsmacked at the reason why Emily had been so upset. She'd told you that she had a lover back home. A boyfriend. It came as a surprise to you considering her jaunt with Kylo Ren, and before that, you knew she'd had a bit of a thing with another fellow crew member a couple of years back. You'd never heard of this 'boyfriend'.

As it transpired, she and her boyfriend had been together since their teenage years but had kept quite an open relationship. They had an agreement that they could both fuck who they wanted whilst apart from each other, as long as proper contraception was used, no feelings were involved and they didn't speak of the intimate details of their exploits to each other. In a way, it made sense to you. Long distance relationships were hard and you supposed that as long as both parties were happy with the arrangement... where was the harm?

You thought about your relationship with the General, and how you'd feel in a similar situation, but you couldn't even fathom such an arrangement with him. Part of you hoped he couldn't either. You two were pretty serious. You quickly discovered Emily, too, was in a supposed serious relationship after she confessed to you that she was engaged to be married! One day, after she would return home.

However, now, Emily's boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend, had gotten in touch to say it was over, that he'd met another. He'd fallen for a girl he'd been seeing back home. Someone who was initially intended to be a fuck buddy. One of the rules of the setup had been that they couldn't be with the same person more than once. Aside from breaking that rule, the boyfriend had also fallen in love. He claimed that a part of him still loved Emily, however, he broke off the engagement as he was now betrothed to the new girl and they would be married in a matter of weeks.

Emily's heart was shattered.


[Emily POV]

Emily felt broken inside as she clung to her best friend for comfort. "Why did he do this to me?" she sobbed into your chest.

"I don't know sweetheart. Sometimes things just don't work out." you soothed.

Emily's heart rate decreased as you stroked her hair. She felt serene and at peace when you held her in your arms. Emily quickly reached for her glass of wine. "At least I always have my bestie." she smiled through her tears. She raised her glass toward you "here's to friendship... cheers!" you clinked glasses and took big gulps of wine before chuckling.

"You're gonna be okay, you know." you told her.

"Yeah... I mean, I guess deep down I knew something like this was bound to happen." Emily confessed. "I guess we weren't strong enough to survive it."

"You deserve someone who will treat you much better than that." As you spoke, Emily noticed a flash of red hair as the General emerged from the fresher.

Emily jumped, feeling embarrassed about her appearance. She stood awkwardly, not knowing where to place her gaze.

"Sorry I... I didn't realise you had company..."

Emily made to leave before you gripped hold of her hand. "It's okay babe... stay." you told her.

The General appeared to sneer as he stared at the way your fingers slipped around hers.

Emily felt vulnerable, not her usual sassy self. She suddenly felt in the way. "I don't really think he wants me here."

You took control of the situation, turning to Hux. "Em's had a bit of bad news. She needs me right now. You don't mind?" Emily noticed how his features seemed to soften as you spoke to him. She marvelled at how you had such a hold on the great General.

"No. I don't mind. Perhaps I should leave?" he suggested.

Emily's hatred of the General had waned over the last few years, to a point where she could stand to be in the same room as him. "You don't have to..." both you and the redhead turned to stare at her, "...I mean, we could all hang out or something."

You smiled as the General smirked. "Erm... that might be..." the General searched for the right words, "...fun?" he tittered. "You sure I won't be interrupting girl time?" he asked.

Suddenly Emily's mood lifted. "Nah. Fuck it! Let's have another drink!" she quickly topped up your glass before realising the bottle of wine was empty. "Aw man." she looked disappointed.

"Babe, this is me. You know I've got supplies." you winked.

The atmosphere completely changed in a matter of seconds as you raided the liquor stash. Everyone quickly fell into a party mood as the drinks and conversation began to flow. Emily was sad about how things had ended with her ex-boyfriend, but in the meantime, she was actually having a good time, drinking and giggling with her best friend and the General of all people!

Who'd have thunk it?


[Hux POV]

He wasn't sure how he'd found himself in such a situation. He felt relaxed enough to let his guard down. Which was strange for him seeing as the 'emotional best friend' was still currently present. A girl he'd never much liked or gotten along with. However, she was a decent worker, loyal and a great friend to his love. He was learning to tolerate her, and he was starting to see the fun side of her. She'd had some bad news. He hadn't probed as to what that might be.

Whilst he was hoping to get laid, he was actually having fun just having a drink and a laugh. He found himself relaxing and asking Emily questions, getting to know her. He noticed that the two of you were very touchy-feely. He wondered whether it was the alcohol, or just your natural closeness, or perhaps both! Whatever the reason, he didn't care.

He tried to maintain an air of control, but he couldn't stop picturing the girls together and he was becoming increasingly hard at the notion. He tried to push the thoughts away, but the alcohol wouldn't let him.

He watched you as you put some music on and took Emily's hand, pulling her close to you, "Let's dance!" you announced. She stumbled a bit before laughing and gripping onto you tightly. You began swaying to the music together. Hux's pants began feeling ridiculously tight as he watched the way the two of you held each other. He couldn't tell if your actions were innocent or not.

He gulped, his gaze fixed on the pair of you. He desperately wanted to touch his cock. He watched with intrigue as your eyes flitted over to him and you smirked as your hands found their way onto Emily's hips and locked on. He was still unsure as to what was playing out.


[Reader POV]

You sensed Hux's arousal. You knew he'd probably thought about you with another woman before. It started out as a game. Just a little game. It all seemed so innocent. You grabbed Emily's hips and swayed to the music with her. You glanced at your lover, noticing how hard he was whilst you ground your hips into Emily's. Somehow the mood and the music and the alcohol made everything feel... just right.

You weren't sure what was happening, but you knew you liked it. You knew the General seemed to approve as he began palming himself through his trousers as he stared at you. You raised your eyebrows at him as if asking a question. Should I continue? He nodded quickly as he gently stroked the outline of his cock through his pants.

Emily moved her face from the crook of your neck, where she'd been resting it while you two danced. You could see she was not drunk but tipsy. She giggled as she gazed up at you. You suddenly felt a warmth in your belly as you stared back at her.

Her face turned serious, "You're... you're really pretty (Y/N)." Your cheeks blushed. "I've always thought so." her eyes drifted down to the ground before her head turned casually to look at the General. She saw him touching himself and she exhaled deeply before licking her lips.

She looked back at you. You trembled in one another's arms. There was a sudden heat between you. You swallowed thickly. You gave one final look at Hux who nodded again and slowly dragged down his zipper. Before you knew it, your mouth was on Emily's, your tongue slipping in, tasting the alcohol on her breath. You hummed with arousal as you both fell into a tender and passionate kiss.


(to be continued...)