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If Hux is away from the sea for too long, she becomes irate and prone to lashing out - a shade closer to how Kylo is herself. This won't do. Snoke doesn't stand for it, and orders her off base at least once a month, otherwise their First Order missions suffer something dreadful from her temper. Snoke also orders her to take Kylo with her.

Hux always feigns anger at this, all pissed off pacing and grinding her teeth.

Snoke buys it every single time.

Kylo bites down on the inside of her own cheek in order to prevent herself from grinning delightedly.

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Watching her swim is the most curious thing. She seems to slip between the waves, all quicksilver and light, then plummet like a stone.

Even though they have been together [albeit secretly] for little under a year now, Kylo is not allowed to watch her change.

"It's private." she hisses, as Kylo dutifully holds up a towel for her to slip into or out of her skin behind. The temptation is always to look, but there's a sort of fragile promise between them that she won't, even though she very easily could.

That, and Kylo knows that to lose a selkie's trust once is to lose it for good. She grew up hearing the legends. She knows just what happens when you piss one off. Hell knows, Hux has told her about all the people that have crossed her and just what happened to them.

She doesn't particularly want to be cursed any more than she already is.

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They always end up curled up together in the sand as the sun goes down and the water chills again. Kylo spoons up behind her and combs her feet of firey hair until it's dry enough to be fastened up again. Her skin is spread out beneath them, a deep chocolate grey sort of colour flecked with white. It's always oddly cool to the touch, and so sleek it feels slippery, but it's better than no barrier at all between them and the beach.

If she's feeling particularly indulgent, Kylo will build them a bonfire, and they'll stay water-side long after the sun has set.

"Wish it was always like this." Hux says once, delirious and half-asleep. She'd subconciously had one hand fisted tight in the skin, and Kylo's heart had stuck in her chest. She'd carried her back to their shuttle that night and kissed her gently awake the next morning, afraid her mood had sunk as low as the ocean floor itself.

"One day it will be." she'd promised her. "One day, when you are empress, nothing will keep you from home."

[It had hurt to think that home might be the water rather than with her, but that wasn't important. This wasn't about her.]

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Back on the Finaliser, in their shared quarters, Hux adds another smooth, flat pebble to the display on the dresser.

"Twelve." she murmurs, back to Kylo as she undresses for the night. "We've belonged to each other for a year."

"Oh." she says, ignoring the way her heart palpitates. "I hadn't been counting."

Hux shoots her a look over her bare shoulder.

"I'm sure." She pauses to fold her clothes and put them neatly away before joining Kylo in bed. "Time flies, hm?"

Her lips still taste of salt when she leans in to kiss the conflicted twist from Kylo's mouth.

A/N: I also love selkie myths, anon - good prompt! Hope you enjoy <3

Not OP but this is a wonderful fill! Airy and dreamy yet also grounded by your prose and their personalities.

This was lovely! <3

Ahhh that last line! And all the other lines!! This was so beautiful and succinct, like postcards from a fairy tale.

She doesn't particularly want to be cursed any more than she already is.

It hurts so good!

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