OP I HOPE YOU ASKED FOR CRACKED OUT GARBAGE BECAUSE THAT'S ALL YOU'RE GONNA GET FROM ME BABY
The campaign was over, the smoke clearing and the sounds of the machines of war winding down echoed around them. Frantic klaxons now down to soft peals of beeps and boops over the command deck. Hux could finally drop his white knuckle grip on the edge of the console he'd braced against as the Finalizer had rocked sharply to the starboard side. Straightening up he pushed himself up and walked to his usual spot by the observation window and caught his face, it was pale and he was sweating - sharp eyes focused past and he watched the last TIE fighters returning. He could differentiate among them which one was Phasma's transport - Hux let himself breathe when he did. The last blast had obscured visual and radar tracking of Phasma's transport as it left the planetary surface.
Marching down to the landing hanger - ships docking for refuel and hundreds of droids and medical staff organized triage for the wounded. Phasma shot out of her transport as it touched the landing pad and ripped off her helmet the second she saw Hux.
Hux froze, she never took off her helmet in front of the Troopers - thousands of them now witnessed her slam into him with the full weight of her body. He braced for impact and she carefully didn't let him fall, wrapping her gauntlet covered arms around his narrow waist, careful to not make it like the man is swooning. Hux responds in turn by finding his center of balance and craning his neck as far as it would go to catch her as she surged again but this time to kiss him hard.
Only when he realized his toes were scraping the ground did he gently grab at her shoulder to push her away and set him down, his mouth now swollen, rosy and very visibly slick. Phasma pulled her helmet back and straightened out the lapels of Hux's coat where she'd grabbed him too roughly.
"Sir."
"Captain." Hux swallowed, nodded, eyes blinking rapidly before his back straightened and salutes were exchanged. She marched off to commence her debriefs and Hux walked in the opposite direction to liaise with the TIE fighter squadron.
The minute they were out of earshot and sight all the Troopers hollered, whooped and cheered.
"Told you."
"Bet she could suck the chrome off an Imperial transport."
"Duh - that's how she got her armor shiny."
"Oh for fuck's sake JM-5314 you really are thick."
"AH YOU OWE ME TEN BAJILLION CHOCO RATIONS. CALLED IT. HASTAG - I SHIP IT."
"God where do they find these infantile troopers?"
"Shut up"
"Who'd had thought it that Mr. Pole up Arse had it in him, took that like a champ..."
"He probably does."
"Your filthy, tell me more."
"Did you read the one about the Nabooian Handmaiden and Her Majesty?"
"The remake or the original?"
"What do you think? The one with what's her face, the one who's in everything and sucks?"
"So we're back to the sucking discussion."
"True story, I've lost most of my blood, but witnessing that kiss - I've grown it all back."
"You don't grow back blood idiot!"
"Someone was AWOL during the anatomy reconditioning classes after the blaster in arse incident of 4478."
"Never Forget."
"Oh shit shut up Phasma's coming back."
The injured troopers fell in reverent silence as their Captain swept past, her heavy footfalls seeming quite light. They could see Hux in one of the mezzanine levels looking down at the triage monitoring priority allocations. A tiny flicker of colour burning on his cheeks still as he watched her, he proceeded to tap beyond the surface of his screen into the air.
Re: Phasma/Hux, surprise public kiss - A Funny Thing Happened on the Way From The Yondrian Genocide
The campaign was over, the smoke clearing and the sounds of the machines of war winding down echoed around them. Frantic klaxons now down to soft peals of beeps and boops over the command deck. Hux could finally drop his white knuckle grip on the edge of the console he'd braced against as the Finalizer had rocked sharply to the starboard side. Straightening up he pushed himself up and walked to his usual spot by the observation window and caught his face, it was pale and he was sweating - sharp eyes focused past and he watched the last TIE fighters returning. He could differentiate among them which one was Phasma's transport - Hux let himself breathe when he did. The last blast had obscured visual and radar tracking of Phasma's transport as it left the planetary surface.
Marching down to the landing hanger - ships docking for refuel and hundreds of droids and medical staff organized triage for the wounded. Phasma shot out of her transport as it touched the landing pad and ripped off her helmet the second she saw Hux.
Hux froze, she never took off her helmet in front of the Troopers - thousands of them now witnessed her slam into him with the full weight of her body. He braced for impact and she carefully didn't let him fall, wrapping her gauntlet covered arms around his narrow waist, careful to not make it like the man is swooning. Hux responds in turn by finding his center of balance and craning his neck as far as it would go to catch her as she surged again but this time to kiss him hard.
Only when he realized his toes were scraping the ground did he gently grab at her shoulder to push her away and set him down, his mouth now swollen, rosy and very visibly slick. Phasma pulled her helmet back and straightened out the lapels of Hux's coat where she'd grabbed him too roughly.
"Sir."
"Captain." Hux swallowed, nodded, eyes blinking rapidly before his back straightened and salutes were exchanged. She marched off to commence her debriefs and Hux walked in the opposite direction to liaise with the TIE fighter squadron.
The minute they were out of earshot and sight all the Troopers hollered, whooped and cheered.
"Told you."
"Bet she could suck the chrome off an Imperial transport."
"Duh - that's how she got her armor shiny."
"Oh for fuck's sake JM-5314 you really are thick."
"AH YOU OWE ME TEN BAJILLION CHOCO RATIONS. CALLED IT. HASTAG - I SHIP IT."
"God where do they find these infantile troopers?"
"Shut up"
"Who'd had thought it that Mr. Pole up Arse had it in him, took that like a champ..."
"He probably does."
"Your filthy, tell me more."
"Did you read the one about the Nabooian Handmaiden and Her Majesty?"
"The remake or the original?"
"What do you think? The one with what's her face, the one who's in everything and sucks?"
"So we're back to the sucking discussion."
"True story, I've lost most of my blood, but witnessing that kiss - I've grown it all back."
"You don't grow back blood idiot!"
"Someone was AWOL during the anatomy reconditioning classes after the blaster in arse incident of 4478."
"Never Forget."
"Oh shit shut up Phasma's coming back."
The injured troopers fell in reverent silence as their Captain swept past, her heavy footfalls seeming quite light. They could see Hux in one of the mezzanine levels looking down at the triage monitoring priority allocations. A tiny flicker of colour burning on his cheeks still as he watched her, he proceeded to tap beyond the surface of his screen into the air.
The troopers knew.