"I believe I owe you a debt," Kylo says. She's standing in Hux's doorway, maskless. Hux briefly stops to consider Kylo's wild and tangled locks, the telling dart of her eyes, the ragged edges of her coarse robe and cape. It makes her look too old, like a witch in a fairy tale. Hux's braids are pulled tight, her hair and boots shiny and smooth.
"What sort of debt?" Hux asks. "Don't tell me you're going to ask your mummy to pay for the console you destroyed?"
Hux sees Kylo grits her teeth. The console was an isolated incident, but it's the kind of thing Hux enjoys bringing up. Just the kind of petty detail she'd use to show exactly how insignificant she considered Kylo. Kylo Ren, scourge of Jedi, breaker of minds? No. Kylo Ren, scourge of wall covering and breaker of computer banks.
"You showed me the consequences of mercy," Kylo says. She peels off her left glove slowly, pulling off the last finger with her teeth. "Now you'll see what you really deserve."
Hux's body twists around below her, her muscles jumping and twitching in ways she can't control. She fights to keep herself from nestling her face into the bed, pressing her torso into the firm mattress. She kicks and kicks but still can't close her traitor legs.
"You waste so much breath on speeches, General. Who do you think you're trying to fool? Words spoken with the Force are powerful. Yours are not."
Hux desperately wants find the word that will make Kylo cringe with shame. It's out there, somewhere, and Hux can only guess. Witch. Monster. Freak. She opens her lips to spit them out at Kylo, but the only thing she can do is growl deep in her throat.
"You think those words would harm me," Kylo whispers. She's holding an arm straight out, fingers glowing with a faint red light in the darkened room. "Words can't harm me. But I can do so much to you like this."
Hux aims a kick at the bed. Her foot twitches.
"Don't try to fight it. You'll only hurt yourself." Kylo glides over to Hux. Hux feels her warm, soft hand slide between her thighs, under her pubis, before Kylo tugs her pants down. Her shirt is next to go, tugged away from her body by claws that pop the buttons and tear the seams.
She wills her body to obey her, strains and cramps to force her legs closed. There's cold, dry air hitting her cunt. If she could just press her legs together, if she could just stop showing her body off to Kylo like a whore, she'd have some kind of advantage.
"Fuck you," she gasps, finally. "You think this means anything to me? I've endured worse than this."
"And you'll endure more." Kylo's soft fingers brush the lips of Hux's cunt, sliding soft trails up the insides of her thighs. Kylo's caressing her, Hux realizes. Like this is some kind of meeting between lovers.
"You think you're going to seduce me?" she spits.
Kylo takes her fingers away. "If you prefer pain, you'll have it." She twists her hand up, and Hux writhes onto her back. "You'll even show me where you like to be hurt."
Fill: E is for Even If You Want Me To (fem!Kylo/fem!Hux), 1/2
"What sort of debt?" Hux asks. "Don't tell me you're going to ask your mummy to pay for the console you destroyed?"
Hux sees Kylo grits her teeth. The console was an isolated incident, but it's the kind of thing Hux enjoys bringing up. Just the kind of petty detail she'd use to show exactly how insignificant she considered Kylo. Kylo Ren, scourge of Jedi, breaker of minds? No. Kylo Ren, scourge of wall covering and breaker of computer banks.
"You showed me the consequences of mercy," Kylo says. She peels off her left glove slowly, pulling off the last finger with her teeth. "Now you'll see what you really deserve."
Hux's body twists around below her, her muscles jumping and twitching in ways she can't control. She fights to keep herself from nestling her face into the bed, pressing her torso into the firm mattress. She kicks and kicks but still can't close her traitor legs.
"You waste so much breath on speeches, General. Who do you think you're trying to fool? Words spoken with the Force are powerful. Yours are not."
Hux desperately wants find the word that will make Kylo cringe with shame. It's out there, somewhere, and Hux can only guess. Witch. Monster. Freak. She opens her lips to spit them out at Kylo, but the only thing she can do is growl deep in her throat.
"You think those words would harm me," Kylo whispers. She's holding an arm straight out, fingers glowing with a faint red light in the darkened room. "Words can't harm me. But I can do so much to you like this."
Hux aims a kick at the bed. Her foot twitches.
"Don't try to fight it. You'll only hurt yourself." Kylo glides over to Hux. Hux feels her warm, soft hand slide between her thighs, under her pubis, before Kylo tugs her pants down. Her shirt is next to go, tugged away from her body by claws that pop the buttons and tear the seams.
She wills her body to obey her, strains and cramps to force her legs closed. There's cold, dry air hitting her cunt. If she could just press her legs together, if she could just stop showing her body off to Kylo like a whore, she'd have some kind of advantage.
"Fuck you," she gasps, finally. "You think this means anything to me? I've endured worse than this."
"And you'll endure more." Kylo's soft fingers brush the lips of Hux's cunt, sliding soft trails up the insides of her thighs. Kylo's caressing her, Hux realizes. Like this is some kind of meeting between lovers.
"You think you're going to seduce me?" she spits.
Kylo takes her fingers away. "If you prefer pain, you'll have it." She twists her hand up, and Hux writhes onto her back. "You'll even show me where you like to be hurt."