They were home. Well, Finalizer was the closest thing to home either of them had felt for a long time. True, the bulk of the development of their relationship had been done on Starkiller but Finalizer was home. They were both more at ease there and he had never been stressed on the flagship like he had been on Starkiller. He escorted her from the shuttle and back to their quarters, holding her arm in his possessively; stiffening when they passed any members of staff though her hood mostly hid her face. She could assure him all she wanted but the jealousy was deep rooted.

He'd watched her on the shuttle; watched how her hands had folded ever so ladylike in her lap and ever so humbly averted her gaze from everyone else on board, even if they were mere Stormtroopers. His eyes lingered on those dainty hands and slightly upwards; he wanted her even though her sweet, calm demeanour fit only for a princess was not supposed to be provocative. She'd saved him from himself again the night before; this selfless creature, the one he adored beyond comprehension or understanding of his regimented and somewhat hateful mind. He wanted to do something for her.

He'd made his decision on the way back to their quarters. Her General told her he wanted to try something, just for her; if she didn't like it, he'd stop. He was aware that when they engaged in anything sexual, he was usually the instigator and it was intended to be for his pleasure alone; if Lucilla happened to benefit, that was coincidental and additional. Now he felt it was his turn to be generous, to give her the chance to be the one pleasured without reciprocating. How often did he have her on her knees with her mouth wrapped around him while he watched her and enjoyed a glass of whiskey? How many times did he roll off her when he was finished and leave her without satisfaction? Too many and with the new depths of the relationship, he wanted that to change.

It seemed the appreciation of getting back to Finalizer after a trying two weeks on Starkiller was mutual. Certainly for Lucilla who lay on her back in front of the fire but she wasn't alone. Panting up at the ceiling, it felt like her entire body was under incredible strain but melting at the same time; her knees trembled though they were bent, and her feet firmly planted on the floor. The source of this peculiar sensation came from between her open legs; one calf was held to ensure they stayed wide while her General attentively saw to his companion's oral needs. It appeared they were needs she didn't know she had.

Hux took extreme pride in the way Lucilla writhed against his grasp on her calf. It was so refreshing to see her actually enjoy herself. He'd given her several opportunities to speak up, asked her numerous times if she was alright; each time he was answered with an ecstatic nod or a jumble of syllables that probably sounded like a positive answer to her. Though his companion was fully naked (more or less from as soon as they got in the door), the redhead was still perfectly clothed in the heavy, dark material of his uniform. There was something erotic about it; about keeping himself contained while she had the freedom to touch herself and experience different sensations against her bare skin.

He had started slowly and gently with a few tantalizing licks and kisses (yes, the General knew what a kiss was) to Lucilla's already damp womanhood. It seemed that just by discussing it quietly when they got off the shuttle was enough to excite her which delighted him. Hux had peeled back the delicate, fleshy hood ever so gently with the tip of his tongue and went from there. He intensified his actions accordingly with the more confident Lucilla became. His raven locked darling lifted her hips ever so slightly, her pants having developed into fully blown moans though her eyes were clamped shut. Her master sucked on her swollen clit like a sweet with the occasional groan of his own, his icy gaze trained up to her face which he could just barely spy between her breasts. She was truly a sight to behold.

His veneration only climbed as Lucilla gripped the flesh of her left breast and gave it a decisive squeeze, exploration seemed to be her theme of the night. His tongue brushed lightly through her folds, alternating between licking, sucking and thrusting against her femininity; gauging by how the female reacted, disbelief riddled him at how luscious she was. If she was able to control her muscles enough to look down, she would have seen the rare, pleasing sight of her General slicked from the tip of his nose, across his lips and down his chin with her secretion. The soft moans of wanton were the sounds he focused on, the ones that drive him and spurred him on to continue with vigour.

The General watched, elated, as she grappled (or attempted to) at the short fibres of the rug in a vain attempt to channel the pressure building below her waist. He decided to push her a little bit further. The older of the two pressed one single (and still gloved digit) into his companion and from watching how she fought to control her breathing, he knew she wasn't far. Hux released her calf and adjusted the crotch of his trousers where it had become dreadfully tight but this was about Lucilla; he could see to himself in the shower later while she rested.

A small, almost pained simper greeted the first finger; the leather wasn't exactly cold but it dragged at her in the most wonderful way, despite the moist that surrounded it. He stopped the harsh suckling and soothed the little pleasure organ with pacifying laps to ground her a little. He worked her a little around his finger then gave her another; in reaction, her legs tried to close automatically as she cried out on the rug but his elbow jarred them back open for him to continue. His eyes heightened to her again and to look upon her now was to look upon something so beautiful he couldn't even begin to think of something to compare her to. He decided nothing compared to his Lucilla; squirming and almost weeping, as naked as the day she was born. She was crumbling and it was magnificent.

Those pale, angelic features were flushed, her knuckles were white and she seemed to silently sob in bliss; her chest heaved and her whole body shook as though she had no idea of how to cope with what she was feeling.

"General…." The little female whimpered, sliding one sallow hand down into her master's fiery hair (which he loved even more) and gripped it, considerate enough not to hurt him. When she called him, he couldn't resist. He abandoned the actions of his tongue and mouth and crawled until he was over her. One shoulder dipped back so the increased pace of his fingers could continue against her. He wanted to prolong this, despite the burden of his own lust.

"Didn't I tell you you'd like it?" Her General whispered, almost nose to nose with her.

"Yes, General…" Lucilla whined in reply, barely able to nod with the grip of the orgasm slowly closing in on her. "I feel….. Like I'm on fire…" The side of her face was cupped with his free, leathered hand and she could feel the erection poking into her stomach.

"Come for me, little dove." He encouraged her placidly, still moving his fingers at a moderate speed and precision for his position. "Come for me and you can rest. You've done so well."

Lucilla's joyful laments continued until she felt what she thought was a brick wall colliding with her body. Her form still shook, her eyes clamped shut and a small, brief scream erupted from the pet almost as if on command. The floor underneath her (despite being fabric) was slippery when she tried to adjust her hips to ease the sensation. The tingling stayed with her for several long seconds and it appeared she had lost all her motor skills. Her master watched this with satisfaction, knowing he had been extremely successful. He never recalled rendering her this way before but now he was safe in the knowledge that Lucilla would never forget what her General could do to her. She struggled to speak or even breathe but she tried anyway. It was delicious to see her try.

"General? I…. I can… feel you…." He knew what she meant but if he had his way, Lucilla wouldn't be touching him.

"I know, little dove. Not to worry." His fingers were withdrawn and an abundance of his companion's fluids came with them; it didn't perturb him but prided him, he simply sucked them clean and savoured the glorious nectar.

"Nothing is expected of you tonight. Only rest."

"But…"

"No, Lucilla." Despite what she wanted, she dropped it. He compensated her though. In an instant; her General hovered over her again, face to face. Exhausted and spent; she looked up and before she realized it, his lips were firmly and hungrily against hers, passing her own sweet juices onto her tongue.

"Can you taste yourself?" He'd pulled back but he was still within reach to do it again.

"I….I can…."

"What do you taste like?"

"I don't…. know."

The thrill of her remained in his mouth (and hers) as he swept her up and carried her to their bed, the action caused further slick on his uniform but it was unimportant in the heat of things. Hux lay her on the bed with another strong kiss; another barrier that seemed to have been broken. Lucilla returned them uncertainly but he would gladly build that confidence with her.

"Rest." He encouraged lightly with an amiable kiss to the top of her head as she settled herself on her side. "I'll be with you shortly."

The General showered and rid himself of the discomfort in his trousers that Lucilla had almost insisted on doing for him. He wouldn't hear of it. On the bridge and in battle (what he saw of it), Hux might have been ruthless and calculating but he was fair; his men could attest to it. In the presence of his companion, he strived to be affectionate and kind though sometimes he wasn't very good at it. Mostly dried and the thin material of his lounge pants swirling around his ankles as he took his side of the bed; he found she was already asleep or almost.

Regardless, he pushed over and gathered her up the way he was used to and buried his face in her neck. Her still bare chest lifted subtly in completely relaxed breaths against his and her master looked her over; several thousand units. Would he have paid it himself if he knew exactly what he would be getting? Something far more than a bed warmer or a whore for life? More than likely but he would have had no way or knowing. He assumed his father hadn't known either when he'd requested the other girls removed to have a closer look at this one without a stitch of clothing on her body.

The redhead had unusual time to spare in the morning. Rather than go to the trouble getting dressed and going to the bridge for only an hour before he was required in the holochamber, he opted to spend that hour with Lucilla. They had both shifted during the night; she lay facing the wall while his shoulder was parallel to the bathroom door. Hux hauled himself up though tried not to cause too much of a disturbance in the mattress that might wake his companion. He left a space of maybe half a foot between his chest and her back.

The sheets were slowly slid down until they just about rested on the bump of her hip, exposing the creamy landscape of her naked back and the scattering of onyx kinks. They couldn't have contrasted better even if they were painted by an artist of exceptional skill with a palette of diverse colours from every corner of the galaxy, unseen by the eyes of any species. His left hand lifted to just below her armpit and from there, the very tips of his calloused fingers ghosted along the ivory curves. He got to the supple flesh beside her belly when….

An unexpected squeal and a very sudden shift in her position saw her sitting up bold right on the side of the bed with her back still to him. Her body seemed to shake like it had last night and the fret of it had her General scrambling upwards to check on her.

"Lucilla?! Lucilla, did I hurt you?!" It took him a moment to realize that she wasn't in pain. No, it was something else…. Her lovable face glanced over her shoulder at him and it hit him in the stomach. There was still a very light pant in her voice and the answer stunned him.

"No, General…. You didn't." It barely occurred to him that it was a breath of laughter. "You tickled me, that's all."

He hadn't heard that word in years. Yet alone felt it. And he'd just done it. By accident. Hux flopped back down onto the bed and ran a hand through his fiery strands with something akin to relief. "Don't worry me like that, little dove. Come here." Of course, she obeyed. The General's blue eyed beauty lifted herself back onto the bed and crawled to his waiting arms. "I didn't mean to, General." Came the apologetic murmur but he pulled her down to him regardless with a lasting peck to her lips which she leaned in to.

"You laughed." He observed quietly after a few minutes of the pair lying there in silence. She would have sat up but Hux's grasp on her wouldn't be broken.

"I did. I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I… It's just… It's so serious here…." Her General adjusted her in such a way that light kisses could be pressed against her neck.

"It was actually quite pleasant. You are allowed to be happy, Lucilla. I want you to be happy. Just because I don't do it doesn't mean you shouldn't." A dreamy sigh greeted the flutters against her neck, the graceful sound made him melt.

"I thought you'd be on the bridge by now." He barely lifted his lips away to answer with a lazy question; he clearly had no intention of moving.

"Do you want me to go?"

"No, General. I just don't want you to be late on my account. Reprimands aren't pleasant."

"I do the reprimanding, little dove. Fear not. I'm expected in the holochamber at 08.00, there's no point in going to the bridge just for an hour. I'd much rather be here." He didn't mark her, it felt right to be careful with her just now.

"I like seeing you in the morning. It feels so long in between to only see you at night time."

The General lifted his lips away and simply pressed his forehead to hers. It was a better vantage point to look at the blue that reminded him of a supposedly enchanted pool at the bottom of a waterfall he'd seen on Naboo. So inquisitive, so captivating.

"It's too early to wake you when I'm leaving for the bridge, little dove." Lucilla's gaze matched with her General's; she was getting used to it by now.

"I can go back to sleep, General." She uttered with something of longing and it was mirrored in her face. He considered it, what harm could it do? If he saw her in the morning, it might take the edge off during the day.

"Very well. I'll wake you when I wake."

"Last night, I asked you what you tasted like." Lucilla shifted in the bed and directed her curious gaze to her master who had since left their comfort and had started to dress.

"I still don't know, General." The delicate female answered but he was going to answer for her.

"When I was a boy, maybe about ten or eleven; my father and I went to a planet called Crucival. Have you heard of it?"

"No, General." He stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down his hair with grooming gel until he was satisfied; all the while watching her in the reflection.

"It's a horrible, desolate place; constantly wracked by civil war." He turned and picked up a solid silver cufflink, applying it then redoing the action with the other one as he spoke. "It was the perfect place to source Stormtroopers from. Parents were desperate to get their children to safety; the Imperials promised food, shelter, education and whatever else to the children in their care which was technically true." The belt with the heavy, silver buckle she had removed so many times was secured around her master's (slight) waist and he continued.

"We met with the Opaline Creed; a group of elders of sorts. We dined with them; meat and wine but with it was the most magnificent honey. It came from Vashkan apidactyls; large, aggressive winged insects." Fully dressed and completely satisfied with his uniform, Hux swept to her side of the bed and lingered over his companion; his poise was enough to tell her what he wanted. "I never thought I would ever taste its likeness again but last night you proved me wrong." Lucilla's lips were claimed by her General again, as if seeking a bare trace of it again. "The most expensive, rare and barely attainable honey in the galaxy and it's been in my bed all along."

"YOU ARE INSOLENT! OUT OF CONTROL!" Hux tried to restrain the smug smile and barely succeeded while the masked man beside him took a verbal beating from the hologram. "HOW ARE YOU TO MASTER THE DARK SIDE WHEN YOU CAN SCARCELY CONTROL YOUR TEMPER?!" Snoke sat back in the throne that wasn't actually present in the room but he wasn't finished. "I suggest you find a way to channel yourself. The equipment aboard Finalizer does not concern me but your feeble attempts at control do. Passion is the nature of the dark side but you are plain reckless." The General gave a very brief flare of his nostrils; why wasn't his equipment important?! Naturally, he knew better than to voice that particular thought and did his best to keep it from the Supreme Leader.

"The General is far more collected; perhaps you should take note." If the mask had not hidden his face, Kylo Ren's disgust would have been on full display. "He has a toy in his quarters, I'm sure he would be more than willing to share her. That is, of course, if his ship and the safety of his men mean anything to him." The bottom dropped out of the General's stomach. He couldn't allow it. He simply could not allow Kylo Ren anywhere near his Lucilla. Taking an unnerved step forward, Hux's voice wasn't as steady as he hoped it would be.

"Supreme Leader; with respect, my-"

"Silence. You cannot bring something like that aboard and expect to keep it to yourself. One night away from her will not kill you, General."

Leaving the holochamber, the General was reeling. What did he do? Go straight back to Lucilla? Stay with her for a while in case Ren came looking for her? There was no point putting Stormtroopers outside the door; they answered to him. Mitaka would be an even more useless bet.

"I've seen her." The distorter snapped his attention. "The day she arrived; I saw her. I haven't seen her since. Do you just keep her locked away?" Hux's hands coiled into readied fists, the leather of his gloves squeaking as he did so. Ren was extremely powerful; it was no secret but now, the General was both enraged and possessive.

"She is not your concern, Ren."

"The Supreme Leader would disagree." Nearly panting in raw offense, Hux was almost blind to the damage that the masked male could do with a simple motion of his hand.

"There are plenty of Stormtroopers that would whore themselves for extra rations." The redhead snarled with a curved lip, closing the distance between him and the slightly taller figure in black. "Seek them and stay away from my chambers; stay away from my Lucilla."

So her name was Lucilla.