Writer's note: I don't own any of the characters. They all belong to Lucasfilm and Disney; I just like to play with them. This story is just a refined version of my daydreaming – it could very well turn into Reylo smut at any moment.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the base, Kylo Ren lay panting on the floor of the officers' gym, sweat beading on his brow and trickling down his spine. He was dressed in a sleeveless black top and lightweight black pants, and, at the moment, was attempting to wrest control back from Captain Phasma, who had him pinned down underneath her. She had one knee buried in his inner thigh, after flattening his outer leg against the mat and forcing his knee up towards his armpit in a particularly uncomfortable manner. She was holding his left leg down with her right hip, and had trapped both of his arms with an unpleasant contortion of his wrists. He looked up at her, frustration mixing with discomfort, only to find her grinning back down at him while a few stray strands of her blond hair hung down in front of her blue eyes, which seemed to be laughing at him. He was not in the mood to be mocked right now, and forcefully thrust upward with his hips in a last ditch attempt to free himself. He felt his pelvis collide with her right hip, momentarily catching her off guard before she leveraged her grip on his wrists to quickly roll him over so he lay face down on the mat. She knelt over him, one knee on either side, and pulled his left arm straight up and back, twisting his wrist and forcing his shoulder slightly into the ground.
"OUCH, Phas!" he yelped from beneath his unruly mop of dark hair. "You're hurting me!"
He heard her reply smoothly from above him, as if their sparring session had required no exertion on her part whatsoever; "Good, perhaps now you'll tell me what your problem is."
"Nothing's a problem Phas, other than what you're doing to my elbow right now," he snapped back.
'Lies,' she thought, and twisted his wrist a little bit more, driving his shoulder farther forward. "Ky, come on, I can tell something's bugging you. I know I'm better at K'Thri, but it's never this easy to beat you unless you're really distracted by something." She would know, of course. They practiced together a few times a week, as much to blow off steam as to stay sharp. Their practice sessions were often followed by drinks, and, though the proud knight was loathe to admit it, Phas drinking him under the table and then tucking him into bed.
He sighed audibly, somewhat for dramatic effect. "Fine. I'll tell you, but you have to let me go first."
She paused, pretending to consider his offer. "I suppose I could let you up and trust that all of your codes of honor keep you from reneging on that promise." Phasma loved to rag him about the codes of conduct he and Snoke supposedly held so dear, especially because she knew it pushed his buttons.
Ren started to struggle against her "Phas! Let- go- of- ME! Or so help me gods, I'll-"
"Careful Ky, you wouldn't want to dislocate anything, would you?" she crooned in his ear.
"I swear, if you dislocate my shoulder, Phasma, I will have you demoted to waste management," came the snarled reply.
"Relax; I have medical training, remember? I can fix damaged shoulders anytime." She teased, before releasing his arm and gently helping him up. "Up we go now. Do you want to go to your quarters or mine?"
He turned to face her after she'd helped him to his feet. She'd barely broken a sweat, compared to his soaked shirt and hair. "My quarters, please." Phasma knew it was a question, and chuckled before giving him a nod. "But I have to shower first. Unlike some perfect human specimen, I do actually perspire."
Her full, warm laugh echoed around the gym before she spoke. "Of course Ky, not all of us can be superhuman, after all. Mind if I just come with you? I can start a drink while you clean up."
"You mean so you can drink all my fancy liquor?" he grinned back at her. "Of course, anything to get you more intoxicated than me for once." She gave him a playful swat before they threw on their jackets, gathered up their extra workout gear, and headed towards Ren's quarters.