((For TheJewellersHand: I hope it's everything you want it to be!))
She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
Lucilla didn't leave the bathroom until the General hesitantly left. He couldn't exactly blame her. She didn't continue to cry because she knew he could hear her; she cried with utter devastation and he knew it.
Regardless, Lucilla hauled herself into the bath with her sweet smelling lotions and basked miserably for a while. Mitaka had come to take her tray (she could hear him moving around outside) and had it not been for the turn of events and the General's early departure, the Lieutenant would have suffered a scolding for bringing the companion the wrong food.
Maybe she dozed off, maybe she wallowed too deep in despair because the next thing she knew, Mitaka was back with her lunch tray and the bath was cold. Reluctantly, Lucilla stood and let the water fall from her hair and body back into the tub before grabbing her towel from the heated rack. It was a small comfort since the exposure later would be so incredibly violating.
The small things forced her through; drying her hair, styling it, picking something to wear. Her lunch was as cold as her bath water (and seemed to be served that way) when she finally got to it. Lucilla barely tasted the new diet that seemed to be rich in lean meats, salad, milk and a square of something brown in a clear wrapper. She didn't know what it was so she left it be.
By the time the General returned that evening; Lucilla was dressed, her hair and her make up were pristine though no attempt Hux made was reciprocated. Any stab at small talk or conversation was ignored, no little gestures were returned; even when he tried to kiss her, she looked the other way. Dejected, he left her be.
As always, Lucilla never went anywhere without an escort and a hooded cloak. Now was no exception, even if she was only going a few metres down the corridor. The General would allow no one else to act as her usher; it was only the beginning of the penance he knew he more than deserved.
Kylo Ren was waiting; masked and clothed. She had seen nothing of him since she arrived (due to her quarantine in the General's quarters) and felt herself on the verge of quaking though she had no idea how she held her composure.
Lucilla resisted another chaste, worried kiss from the General. It didn't seem to matter to either of them that it was under the watchful eye of Kylo Ren. With her jaw lightly clenched and eyes averted purposefully, he got the message and left; it was his turn to be wounded.
The dark haired darling didn't look at the man in black. At least, she could only assume he was a man. No one had ever seen his face to her knowledge. He seemed fixated on her; his eyes (?) had not moved from her and she felt her nerves fraying. She could feel him probing her already, both her mind and body.
"You're afraid." The voice modulator in the mask shook her, she hadn't expected it. With every aspect of the horrible situation that threw itself at her, she didn't think for one moment that she would be addressed by a robot. He seemed to realize it.
Two gloved hands lifted and there was subsequently a hissing like a distressed snake as the modulator rose; the helmet was removed. Lucilla's breath caught in her throat as he slammed it down onto the nearby cabinet. He was certainly human.
Like her; his hair was black, his skin was pale but those large dark eyes watched her like a predator. He was undoubtedly older than her, but not as much as her master. His features seemed soft, sensitive almost but that gaze…. It was far too intense. It unnerved her even more.
The Knight approached her slowly; taking in every inch of the prize he'd bullied the General out of and pushed down the hood that kept her partially hidden from him. She was more magnificent than he remembered when she was brought on board all those months ago.
Ren was taller than Hux, meaning he was significantly bigger than her. Up close with his body almost pushed against hers, he was definitely broader and more muscular than the General but it was impossible to see it under the mass of black fabric that didn't seem to have any beginning or end.
Surprisingly, Lucilla's chin was gently taken and her head tilted back to see her better.
"You're so beautiful…." He breathed ruggedly as if barely restraining himself, deep brown eyes sweeping over to the hair as dark as his and the enchanting blue eyes only heard of in fairy tales. No wonder Hux didn't want to share her.
"Don't be frightened…." He pressed her but the undertones of menace were too prominent to ignore. Naturally, it wasn't something she could just turn off. The skin of Lucilla's jaw was stroked amicably with his leathered thumb but her stomach still fluttered with fret.
"He calls you his little dove, doesn't he?" She was yet to make eye contact with him, her eyes flickered everywhere but him and she would try to keep it that way for as long as she could. He continued to purr unsteadily to her. "I can see why. So wonderfully pale; sweet and docile…. You're his peace, did you know that?"
"When he's on the bridge and his mind goes quiet, it automatically goes to you. Has she eaten enough? Is she still asleep? Is she awake? Does she pine for me?" Her chin was released and the man she knew only as Kylo Ren stepped away from her to pace the small foot space of the room aimlessly. "It's pathetic. Take it off and get into the bed."
Needless to say, Lucilla didn't want to take it off and she didn't want to get into the bed but he had stopped pacing and was now staring her down. So she unlatched the elaborate silver broach (the General insisted it wasn't a gift but a necessity, she knew better) from the front of her cloak and let it pool at her feet.
His scrutiny continued when slightly shaking hands caught the hem of her white slip (it might as well get some use since the General preferred black or grey) and it was lifted up over her head. Lucilla pulled back the heavy sheets of the unfamiliar bed and climbed in. Her earlier sentiments had been correct: Nothing had happened yet and she already felt violated.
With his stolen companion settled in the bed, Ren started to undress himself though his movements were strained and (dare she think it) uncertain. She returned the favour of watching him unwrap himself from the seemingly endless black material of various textures and roughness; had he just found everything of some shade of black in his wardrobe and just combined it?
Lucilla now faced the discomfort of being pinned against the bed by a weight she was not accustomed to. The entirety of his body weight lumped upon her and the ragged breathing down on her face made her wonder if he actually knew what he was doing.
Ren's vision trailed down (she wasn't sure how since their bodies were more or less sandwiched together) and took in the pale expanse of her naked form. It excited him even more as he started to twitch against her thigh. Again, it felt like he was feeling in the dark.
Uncomfortable in every sense; mentally, emotionally and physically, Lucilla literally couldn't shift in an attempt to settle herself. His gloves hand been stripped and now those large, calloused hands roamed over her significantly smaller form and the discomfort climbed.
As much as he had betrayed her, as much as this was his fault; Lucilla would have given anything for her General to sweep her away just now. Anything to just lie in bed with him curled up and have him stroke her hair, kiss her repeatedly and tell her it was all a bad dream. It wouldn't happen.
Kylo Ren poked his way around beneath her waist and Lucilla braced herself. She was right to do so. He gave her no warning when he pushed in with little consideration for the female beneath him. If he cared, he would have heard it in the pained whimper. She wasn't aroused nor did he seem to know anything about the correct way to position himself when taking a female.
He stopped immediately when he felt himself fully sheathed inside the General's companion; he needed time to savour this particular sensation. He didn't revel in it for long. It was almost in a sense of urgency that his ragged breaths had evolved into heavy pants of thrill with every strong, bruising thrust into the tiny female.
It felt like she was losing her virginity all over again and (if her suspicions were correct) so was Ren. The echoes of distress in those little whines were quiet when containment was no long an alternative; she wanted to minimize the possibility of being lashed out at. As a rule; eye contact was submissively avoided and she would work to maintain that.
Lucilla decided that tuning out was the best option for her. He was set on simply using her body; he was focused on self-completion so she would leave him to it. The Knight might tell her she was beautiful, that she was sweet and docile but it meant nothing from a man who only wanted to take something from someone else; why would she listen?
That's not to say that the blue eyed beauty didn't feel the ache between her legs, the harsh pressure on her torso and the barbaric thrashing of his hips against hers. She would be marked, she would be bruised and she would probably have difficulty walking; like she had before. Her soft mewls would come with a wince but they were automatic; there was nothing behind them.
The grunting from above her and the (if it was possible) increased animalistic pushing and withdrawing was coming to a close; and by that it was at a height. He was on his way and hopefully, she would be free to go. He was still clumsy; his rhythm hadn't fixed itself for the duration of their encounter but it didn't even matter anymore. She just wanted to leave.
Eventually, finally; that tell-tale roar of utterly selfish ecstasy from above told her her prayers were answered. Ren's breathing was uneven and his hips stuttered as he spilled everything he had into her. It may have sounded like he needed an inhaler but Lucilla just waited patiently. The other side of the bed was claimed when he rolled off her and continued to pant at the ceiling, she just hoped he wouldn't look for pillow talk.
The best way to avoid that was to turn her back to him and close her eyes. Mercifully, once he'd caught his breath, she felt him shift past the sheets and proceed to get up and dress. She wouldn't move from here; she might even stay the night and let the General stew.
"Look at me." Grudgingly, Lucilla half turned after a silent few minutes to the Knight who had managed to replace the muddle of fabric back into place on his body and his helmet in his hand. "Next time you will be responsive and you will be interested."
Next time? There had been no mention of a next time. In fact, the General had told her it would only be one night. Then again, he also swore to her he wouldn't make her do something she didn't want to and here she was. Maybe she shouldn't have done it but she felt the need to break her muteness….
"At least next time you won't be a virgin." She didn't know why Ren restrained himself from that but he did. She needed some sort of dig. Disgusted with a vein pulsing in his neck, he pushed his helmet back on (probably with more force than necessary) and left.
Sticky, tired and sore; Lucilla lay back and closed her eyes. Bruising was a definite and the raw ache between her legs would serve as a staunch reminder of what had been done to her. Not necessarily by Kylo Ren but by the General.
The door slid open while Lucilla dozed and Hux was immediately hit with the reek of sex. He fought the urge to cover his nose and mouth; the need to check on his companion was more important. Unaware of his presence, the female lay mostly asleep with her legs splayed to relieve the pain between them on the cool of the sheets; or at least try to.
She woke slowly with the even slower realization that she was on her own side of her own bed. He lay on his side beside her; arm stretched across her waist and nose buried in her neck but she knew he was awake. She tried to shift away but his hold won't allow it.
"Did he hurt you?"
"I don't want to discuss it."
Hux tried to ignore the unfamiliar coldness in his Lucilla's tone; it would eat him alive if he didn't but it seemed that process had already begun. She shifted with enough stubbornness that the General had no choice but to relinquish his grasp. Disheartened as she sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him, the redhead tried again by gently reaching out and taking her hand.
"I don't want to sleep here tonight."
"Lucilla….
"No. I need to think about this."
She almost got up but his hand grounded her. She looked over her shoulder to a faced burdened with desperation, pleading and heartbreak.
"Please don't hate me, little dove. I don't think I could bear it."
Without emotion and somehow back in her slip; Lucilla pried herself free and left the bedroom to resume her place in front of the fire. The pained hobble only furthered his guilt. He wouldn't be sleeping tonight.