A/N: Yeah, it's time for some Hux shenanigans again.
The alarm blared at General Hux from the bedside table. He acknowledged it with a frown. Already time to get up and head to the gym? That couldn't be right. It had only just been three o'clock. He smashed the button and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. Physical exercise could wait until tomorrow. After all, he'd been up doing it most of the night, anyway, to some extent. He raised his head curiously and squinted at his bed mate.
The woman stretched in bed beside him was illuminated by the faint overhead lights, which were programmed to fade up as soon as the alarm chimed. White skin glowed almost blue under the fluorescents and Hux hmmed in appreciation. She was a tall human, pale with dark features and an even darker sense of humor.
"Korra," he said softly.
She rolled over and sighed heavily. "Hux."
"Armitage, please." He smirked. "Or General would be fine." He gave her ass a firm swat. "I quite enjoyed that last night."
"Hux," she repeated definitively into the pillow.
Things were different. He'd taken certain liberties regarding Kylo Ren and the rebels. They didn't stand a chance against the First Order, but if he leaked them enough information, they could certainly make Kylo Ren look like the idiot he was. He smiled at the ceiling. General Armitage Hux had life by the balls and didn't intend to let up now.
"I've called off this morning's plans," he announced. "It appears I have time for extra curriculars." Hux lazily traced a hand over her ribs. "I can relieve you from duty. No one would bat an eye."
The woman called Korra raised her head. "You have no idea what I do, do you?"
He hesitated. Her role never crossed his mind. Since the first time he saw her, he was absolutely bewitched. "I haven't pulled your personnel chart, no. What do you do? Engineering department, if I had to guess. Personnel as a second guess."
"What if I told you I was a stowaway?" Korra purred, stretching her long arms. "Would you take me to the brig?"
Hux sniggered. "Impossible. I'd say accounting but that's far too boring for a spit of hellfire like you." He watched her smooth her hair back. So dark. So wild. She wore it in a low bun with her uniform cap when out and about on the ship, but it was the first thing he snatched from her body and threw to the floor last night. Months of her dark glances in corridors and her brushing too close in passing had come to a head a few weeks ago when he finally pulled her into a secluded closet and let her, an inferior, rip his uniform off and have her way with him. Now their meetings were regular. Korra made herself at home in his quarters and he was shocked to find that he didn't mind. For never sitting in on a single department head meeting, there was some power simmering in her. Hux could easily see her commanding the First Order at his side instead of Kylo Ren.
"I'm quite fond of you," Korra said as she swung her legs over the bed and began to pull on her uniform. "That's why this is going to be hard for you to hear."
He pursed his lips. He knew it. A plot. She was a mole, but placed by who? He hadn't done anything wrong, necessarily. Sure, officers frowned upon seeing inferiors, but Korra didn't report to him. He had no idea who she even reported to, and that made everything that much safer. His heart skipped a beat. Or was she a mole placed by the rebels? Either way, if Kylo Ren found out about his scheming, Hux was a dead man.
Korra extended her arm. Hux was about to ask what she was doing when a bowl from the other side of his quarters sailed across the room smacked into her palm. The Force.
"No," Hux groaned. "Not you, too." He instinctively cradled his head, as if his fingers could protect him from another Force interrogation. "Please don't."
Korra frowned. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I just said I was fond of you."
"You work for Kylo Ren? What is it he wants that he cannot find out for himself?" Hux swallowed and scooted away from her. "I have a good many resources at my disposal. Whatever your arrangement is, I'll-"
"I am Kylo Ren."
Hux stared. "I beg your pardon?"
Korra shrugged slightly. "A clone. With some obvious modifications," she grinned, gesturing to her body. "Engineered on Kamino. I was sent here to destroy Kylo Ren, but I can't say I can stomach the idea. I guess they didn't expect his power – our power - to be so hard to control." Her grin turned into a self satisfied smirk. "They didn't think I had a mind of my own until they set me loose. Their mistake." She toyed with the bowl before floating it across the room and gently setting it back down in place. "So now I'm here."
Hux barely heard her. "Kylo Ren." He bared his teeth. "You're telling me I've been fucking Kylo Ren."
"Please," Korra scoffed. "There are enough modifications-"
"No." Not Kylo Ren. Hux tried to ignore thoughts of the previous night, but they barged through his thoughts. Kylo Ren. In his bed. On his tongue. Under his fingers. Gods. His stomach churned and he felt briefly nauseous. Kylo Ren was an attractive man, but there was no question each man would murder the other in an instant if they didn't have half a need for each other. Would Korra feel the same and inflict the same agony as her counterpart?
Korra looked out the window into space. "Don't worry. He doesn't even know I exist. I came, I saw, I decided I can hardly kill him since he's me, and now I'm biding my time and deciding my next step. Whose side to join? Which cause to rally behind?" She turned back to him, eyes flashing. "Choices, choices."
"Mine," Hux whispered. He turned back to her, eyes wide. "My cause. I could use someone like you, if only to protect me from Ren."
Korra hesitated. "I think you require protection from far more than the supreme leader." She settled next to him on the bed. "I wouldn't quite trust your friends in the resistance, either." She kissed him on the neck as he gaped for words. "Until I decide, sure. I'll make sure no one offs you."