Kylo is in many way a spoilt manchild, something Hux attributed to his youth and ridiculously handsome face. Hux wanted to blame Kylo's parents, firstly for his ludicrous name but also for not teaching him about sharing, however given his husbands force powers Hux suspected that they had simply been too scared to tell him no. Hux has seen his husband destroy training droids using only his mind. Even without his powers Kylo is a beast of a man, strong and powerful and currently squandered trapped in a training room instead of leading on the battle field.
Hux is thankful that Supreme Leader Snoke has won such a valuable man over to their side. Hux is even more thankful that the Supreme Leader deigned it fit to make Kylo his husband. Hux doubts he would have been able to choose a better ally for himself. He thinks of Kylo's promise to him and smiles, causing Phasma to stare at him over her steaming cup of tea.
Phasma was in the Stormtrooper program, and his co-conspirator in the murder of his father. She was something like a friend, he supposed. She had grown tired of waiting for an invitation and invited herself over to tea, curious to see for herself what newlywed life was like.
"You are always smiling now." She noted as she cut her cake with a sharp knife she'd brought with her. "I suppose you enjoy being married to a Vader replica. I heard that they had that droid made specifically for you Hux." She added, her words light and teasing.
Hux had heard worse and Kylo had dealt with them. But he didn't mind her teasing. Not when they shared a secret. Besides only he knew he was married to such a magnificent brute. No one else has seen Kylos face in all the months he has been on the ship, one of his husbands many little vanities. Hux laughs and eats a forkful of his cake enjoying the light pear taste.
Phasma hums as she tries the cake. "This isn't from the canteen. Is it imported?" She asks curious as Hux is not one to waste the credits.
Hux shakes his head. "Kylo made it. He's an excellent cook." He tells her, proud of how much Kylo had learnt in such a short amount of time. He thinks of Kylo standing in the kitchenette dressed only in his apron, a delectable treat just for Hux.
"I didn't know that. It seems he's a man of many talents." She says sounding impressed which is rare for her. "I've trained with him a little." She adds unaware that Hux had recommended Kylo do so. "I'm surprised you're not always covered in bruises. He's ruthless in battle. You're not even limping. Or do you have separate sleeping quarters?" She asks, her curiosity pushing the limits as usual. She glances over at the closed door of Hux and Kylo's quarters.
Hux blushes like the virgin he used to be. "I don't think that is any of your business." He says straightening his already neat uniform.
Phasma spits out her tea and hits him on the arm. "Stars, you've shagged him!" She blurts reading it in his face somehow. "Oh wow. Good for you. Is he big down there too?"
"Phasma" Hux warns sounding like an offended grandmother. He pours her another cup of tea and shakes his head. "I don't know what I can tell you about him. Most of his data is classified."
Phasma hums thoughtfully and adds sugar to her new cup. "Is he older? Is he nice to you?"
Hux bites his lips and considers what he wants to share with her. His fingers curl into his fists, to be in love with your own spouse was terribly unfashionable, recalling advice given by his stepmother. "He's slightly younger than me, but very serious and pensive, I often find him mediating or reading." Hux says thinking of the delicate calligraphy Kylo practises and the way he looks meditating in his underwear, delicate and calm and sexy. "He has endless energy, spending hours at the gym. But he still finds time for me. He looks after me." Hux says thinking of the notes Kylo leaves him when he works late, notes that Hux has secretly hidden in a box in his wardrobe.
"That's sweet. I'm happy for you." Phasma trying to be sincere. She cuts another slice of cake for herself. "Does Snoke have more of these knights? I could use someone to clean my armour and make me cakes."
"I don't know." Hux admits truthfully. They had talked about lots of things but Kylo was still cagey about his past and about his training with Snoke.
Phasma glances at her watch. "Speaking of your house-husband, where is he? It's getting late. I thought I'd get to see him."
Hux sighs. "He's not on board. He's been called away for training by his master, Supreme Leader Snoke. I've been told its some important secret mission. He'll be away for a month or so."
"Oh. Well that must suck. I suppose you'll have to brew your own caff in the morning" Phasma says sounding sympathetic but making a wanking gesture. It was at times like this that Hux was reminded that the girl was not exactly civilised.
"Shush. I can survive a few weeks without my husband." He told her. "I did just fine before."
Phasma laughs at this. "Sure Red. If you want you can train with me tomorrow. Maybe we can get you some muscles before your husband returns."