Masquerade [ Ft. Banks & November ]

"You have no idea how pleasant it is to hear that." He was trying to ignore his... comfort now. Even if his cock was jumping up and down for attention, he was fully aware that most women weren't paying as much attention to his bulges as he was. Then again, that attention to detail might have been coming into play.

"Because that kiss is the only thing I want right now. Well, after that one, I might want one more."

Especially if she was giving them away. He took the flask and grimaced, the taste feeling a little easier since he'd already gotten some down already.

"Here's where you're wrong." He felt a little nervousness boiling in his stomach as he spoke. One of them had a good deal more experience in stormtrooper tactics. "Those people are going to head for the hills. One building is a fluke but two? The town will be deserted a few minutes from now."

Before he could finish his thought, a set of charges went off in the distance. He grabbed the binocs and scowled as Phasma raised a third finger.

"Fine. You almost made it." He finished the flask and let it clatter to the ground, twisting her wrist behind her back and marching her back towards the ladder and he growled into her ear. "But guess who decides when we're leaving?"
 
Well, if he had thought she didn't notice the tent in his outfit, he was horribly mistaken, the white ensemble doing absolutely nothing to keep it away from her vision. Besides, she was right next to him, and after spending the majority of her life surrounded by men in white outfits, she knew what a hard on looked like. " Sounds like you think you're very sure you're going to win though, " The tease in her words followed by the faint tilt of her head, Phasma swore she could almost here the rhythmic movement of feet hitting the ground, the timed footsteps of a squad of stormtroopers somewhere in the distance. Oh she was definitely going to win. Just because the townspeople left, didn't mean that she wouldn't get her fourth building.

Hands settling on her hips now as she stood, the blonde knew she didn't have to look just as the man grabbed the binoculars, three fingers wiggling at him as only one more meant he had lost. " You were saying? " His immediate response gained a laugh, biting her bottom lip softly when he shifted her completely with a loophole in her bet, shaking her head. Phasma's fingertips lightly grazing over the beginning of his tent as he growled to her, the blonde teased him again, " Someone's eager to win his bet. " Though they were both well aware of the alcohol snaking through their systems, it was almost like a welcomed enhancement that they were both silently settling into, enjoying it without admitting to it. The woman letting her vision turn to the cockpit of the ship, only now did she notice the heat on her body, faintly in her cheeks but definitely against her thighs, even further into her core.
 
He pulled her down the ladder, almost ripping her off one of the rungs as he drug her down to the main floor of the ship. "Really, it's more that I don't enjoy losing."

With that, he began to tighten his hand around her throat, ramming her into the wall loudly enough to rattle a jar of screws off a counter and onto the floor. Kylo put his free hands around her shoulder, yanking down the straps of her dress and roughly snapping off the thin undergarmet she had up top. Of course, he wouldn't be able to pull the whole thing down yet, but how much of that did he really have to do? His hand moved again down, going up her ribcage before one finger barely traced the underside of her breast.

Kylo slowly began to squeeze her long throat as he brought other fingers into play, first one and then another as he felt the weight of her breast in his hand, swirling his thumb around and dragging her nipple down with a little pinch. It was technically a kiss, but what he did before that... well. He had a certain amount of levity.

He tightened his grip even further, ignoring her face and smiling as her nipple seemed to harden right in front of them. The lust was naked in his eyes as he licked his lips and leaned closer. Then it was his hot breath against her, then the inside of his lips, then this tongue, flickering out for just a moment before he lost patience and took her into his mouth. With a quick, quiet breath through his nose, he went deeper without losing contact, kissing firmly with his teeth right behind the nipple. He was mostly using his lips and exploring every bump and counter of her body, but things could get rougher in the blink of an eye, and people tended to like that promise.

Technically a single kiss, sure, but he thought it would be memorable.
 
The next few moments, although ones that were underlying and there, still took her by slight surprise, the flurry of movement ending with her back slammed against the wall. The air slipping out of her plush lips, the sweet color of her eyes almost betraying the way she wonderfully accepted both the spread of his fingers over her neck and her breast, palms flat against the wall. The metal felt cool, as though the force of their bodies together had caused everything else to grow colder and demure. And perhaps, the heat flushing over her thighs, she would give in to a few of her body's screams.

The warmth of his hand holding her breast, the way his lips toyed at the sensitive bud of her nipple, her own hands pulled away from the wall, just in time for something to escape her lips. Breathy, but not at all strained or riddled in pain, Phasma knew the potential to bruise was there, but it could be easily explained as an enemy's approach and would be covered by the black one piece adorned beneath the white plates of her uniform. Her moans sat in the air, breaking the silence of gasps and sharp breaths when either of them remembered they needed to breathe, nail guiding her fingers over his jaw, snaking back into his hair.

Well, Phasma had no problem at all letting him feel like he had won, that was for sure.
 
He shot a breath of air through his nose and sucked deeply, flicking his tongue back and forth, and then in a tight circle around her nipple. Even in this moment, he didn't feel perfectly happy - there was too much he wanted to do at once. He growled again, grabbing a handful of her upper thigh as she started to press against him.

Kylo straddled her leg, still holding her against the wall, but loosening a little on her throat as he broke away from her breast, licking his lip and quickly admiring his handiwork before giving his partner a mischievous glance. "That's the bet. But you're not going to tell me to stop, are you? I mean, it would be..."

He took a breath, pausing for long enough to lean in towards her mouth. "Uneven and everything. I'd be ashamed of myself."
 
Clearly, he had forgotten one of the things she was fond of him for. Granted Phasma was carefully ticking off more things she hadn't necessarily planned to put on that list in the first place, a gentle pull within his hair just in time for him to pull his mouth away from her. Closing her eyes lightly when he began to explain himself, for a moment her mind tried to recall the last time a man had been in the middle of something like this and broke his dear concentration to talk. To say he couldn't possibly leave his task uneven.

Usually men preferred to leave themselves engorged in her, the handful of times she had been in such a situation. Feeling his warm breath against her lips now, Phasma opened her eyes with a clear expression, though she felt the need to make it clear. Hands still buried within his hair pulled him forward, her warm lips meeting his and silencing any other worry of her telling him to stop. " Shut up. " Though there had been many times throughout the trip that she had held herself from saying such a thing, the blonde felt it was more than necessary, a gentle tug of his hair guiding him back down to her chest.


 
He felt himself smiling as he tightened his grasp around the supple skin of her waist, kissing her once near the tip of her breast, then again right where her araeola started to darken in color, and then a third one, that turned to a soft bite on her nipple.

He couldn't be sure if it was relief from the job or her own deep feelings or the booze, but he didn't care. She tasted incredible and felt amazing on his fingertips. And Kylo was sure that if he got a chance to do this, he could push her over the edge. He closed his eyes and stopped thinking about his jest move for a second, groaning softly and kissing between her firm tits and working his way downwards until -

Well now he had the taste of fabric in his mouth. Kylo didn't bother speaking, but he did reluctantly break contact with her body and work on the orange button around his belt. These ugly things had to go.

Within a few seconds, he was stark naked aside from the little cotton underwear he'd thrown on in the morning. Kylo leaned into the waistband, almost snapping it off with his thumb before realizing he had other priorities.

He went back to kissing Phasma, just barely stopping long enough to slap her on the ass. "Pull it off."
 
Though both were smiling for different reasons, they each were aware of what the other wanted in this situation. The taste of the brandy on both of their lips, it was as though the brown liquor had given them the ok. Given him the drive to grab her and given her the drive to let him have her, though not without a few selfish perks of her own. The fast pace of their actions was almost amusing, though Phasma knew that time was getting less and less before they had to be under a more watchful eye within the Gauntlet. The thundering sound in the distance clearly wasn't enough to distract either of them from the task at hand, mentally locking that thought away for later as he began peeling off that awful outfit.

Within the hungry kiss that he returned to, Phasma grinned softly as he demanded she remove her own, hands already releasing his hair. Sliding the dress up and over her head left the woman in simply the boots she had chosen to wear and the soft lace panties that held into her firm rear, lustful gaze meeting his just as the dress hit the floor among the assortment of clothing laying around them. Her hands slid the last article that acted as a barrier down her hips, guiding it halfway down the thickness of her thighs before gravity let them fall, kicking them gently to the side just as her hands grabbed him and pulled him back to her.

Whether it was alcohol or feelings, it was clear that Phasma wanted him. Her body wanted his as close as possible, teeth biting at his bottom lip as her hand slipped between them, meeting the cock he thought she hadn't noticed.
 
He picked her up underneath the legs and carried her to the dashboard, putting her down right next to the steering and standing up between her legs. He felt her warm hands tightening around his shaft, every individual finger sending it'd own little shiver down his back. She still hadn't let go yet even as he was moving her - it wasn't going to be long until she felt his pre-cum leaving a little wet trace on her wrist.

He kissed her again as he slowly peeled his underwear down his legs, pulling himself closer until he could feel the heat from between her thighs, pulsing on the thick vein that controlled his shaft. He could go on with that for a while, he thought, running a hand through her short hair and tilting her just barely towards his open mouth.

He put his hands to use while he was occupied, curling up two fingers and hooking them into her pussy. He spent a minute flicking his wrist in and out, enjoying the little textures on the inside of her body. His hands were on fire, but the soft sounds of his hand sliding in and out of her pussy and the soft panting sounds of (one of them? both?) drowned all that out.

Speaking of drowning out... he pulled his hands back, looking into the eye and taking her juices into his waiting mouth. It was distinctive in taste, and thick enough to spread between his fingers. Oh, she was joking this more than she let on, and he hadn't even got started, really.

He'd planned on wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking himself up, but getting so much of what he needed, literally a world away from his usual problems, he could probably...

He pushed his hips forward against her entrance, swaying back and forth, looking to push straight between her legs. Another knowing look came across him as he bent his knees a little, push forward... and got that blinding sensation that started at his wet shaft and went all the way to the back of his eyes.

He'd liked her long, muscular legs, liked her bust, like smaller things too - the way she looked when she was annoyed (and a dozen other faces), but being inside her, feeling the walls of her pussy stretching and giving way while his shaft settled in...

That was something amazing.
 
Not a single time prior to this trip had she envisioned her current circumstance, thighs on either side of his waist and welcoming him to the warmth that radiated between them. Her intentions had been to get in and get out, efficient and simple, even more so when he had thumbed through her head like a book. Now here she was with a man between her legs in a city that was being made an example of. Not that she was complaining, curled fingertips following her soft palms down his back. Her wetness seemed all too welcoming against his rigid length when he brought himself closer, Phasma's lips welcomed the warmth of his with another lust-filled moan.

Again her nails shifted against his back, this time a result of his fingers curled inside of her, slick folds daring to grip at his fingers as though pleading for something more from him. As it seemed, he got the message from her body, between her hips gently rocking toward him and her fingertips tracing lines into his back. Light eyes watching the expression on his face as he pulled his fingers away, much to her dismay, and slipped them into his mouth, the dip of his hips was the next movement her senses caught. His hips repositioning, reguiding, and soon Phasma found one hand leaving his back, palm flat against the smooth metal of the console.

The sensation went up her spine, her tight walls making sure he remained buried inside her, half lidded eyes smoldering now when she turned her head up to him. " Fuck me. " No longer was there the game of confusion or mixed signals, something he would have to go back later and over analyze, no here it was so absolutely clear what the blonde woman wanted.
 
"Now you're the one talking too much," he said through his teeth, arching backwards on his heels and giving his cock one slow flex inside her and enjoying the instant (and almost painfully responsive) response around him. Of course every woman was a little different when they were getting fucked, but he'd expected Phasma to be a little more... boisterous. Instead she was outside of herself, in a different world, and maybe he should have be more proud of himself.

He felt her grinding against his throbbing penis, teasing him with the movements of her hips as her legs splayed out and wrapped around him. His hips bucked up and down and he could feel the faint outline of his hand on her thigh and her juices dripping down his inner thigh. He wrapped his hands around her back and squeezed, pressing her closer to his chest as he thrust inside of her.

Smiling to himself, he thrusted faster and faster, picking up the pace and looking her in the eyes, pressing his forehead against hers.
 
The alcohol had already told on her before, letting it slip so calmly that a bet wouldn't have been necessary to get what they both equally wanted. It made her skin warm to the touch, gave a sweet kiss of warmth to her facr, and told her to let it win, to let him win. He wasn't special, after all, they had only just officially met, she just enjoyed his company. . And his face. And of course his cock. So, with the alcohol making her body feel much looser than she recalled being in any of her previous endeavours, Phasma enjoyed the reminder that she was human.

The reminder that her body had needs.

Legs wrapped around him to keep the space between them minimal, aside from where his hips pulled back to thrust into her again with little reluctance, instead filled with the silent promise that he would push back inside her. Again, and again. If he had mentioned the tone of her voice out loud, Phasma quite frankly would have had to tell him the honest truth, alcohol permitting, that he hadn't done anything. But it was as though he had known himself to thrust harder, faster, to illicit the not so quiet moans and gasps for breath, the fire in her eyes meeting his as her hands gripped at both him and the console.
 
He stretched his thumb over her clit and flexed it in tight little circles - grinning to himself as he pulled -

Another explosion in the distance. He gritted his teeth and squinted into the distance, almost slipping out of her as the tall column of fire erupted in a distance ahead of him. He thought this one was too close for comfort, but he wasn't about to -

Kylo sucked in another breath through his teeth and slapped Plasma on the mound before pulling out with a soft pop. "I don't even want to look at that."

He spun her around without waiting for a response, wrapping one hand behind both her arms, pushing her onto her knees and reentering her from behind. The floor smelled like oil and cheap soap applied in a hurry. He would have complained about it thirty minutes ago, but now....

He got one one knee and thrust forward, burying his rod inside her and letting out an obscenely wet crack as their hips met, loudly announcing that he was inside again. Shit, she felt good. Was it because of her body or because it was her?

He grabbed a couple of strands of her hair and pulled them back, using both hands as a handle, pawing across her body and looking for a way to get even deeper.

"Stay where you are. Don't move. I haven't even started to get fucking dirty with you." He arched on his toes a little, slamming into her with a rough, confident rhythm.
 
The rumble of the ship was momentarily noticed, the way it sounded so unbelievably closer than the others had been. Or had they all been getting that close. The sound of faint annoyance was held with a pout when he pulled out of her wetness, folds nearly begging for him to be put back in, to grip him. The silent request was met almost immediately when she was pushed to her knees, wicked moan matching the electricity that shot through her now bowed spine.

The arch in her back providing her firm rear at a delicious angle, the sound of his hips colliding with her body even louder, wetter. Phasma's moans matched the sudden intensity, half gasps following hard collisions into one another as her body worked against his. Another shiver was felt when despite all this, his words rang very clear as though nothing else was happening. Oddly, it was sexier than normal, fingers curling against the metal flooring as she let him use her.

 
His hand dug into the flesh of her arms again, feeling the little goosebumps forming under his fingers as he kneaded her arm and rocked his hips forward inside of her.

"I think someone has a craving for this kind of treatment. Someone likes getting spread out like this more than they want to admit."

With another thrust, he was all the way inside of her, smoothly filling her up and burrowing inside. This was a great position - he could feel the extra bit of penetration, he could see how wet she was from the moisture on his shaft as he rocked his hips in and out, and he could almost taste - well, why almost taste anything?

He leaned forward, nipping at Phasma's neck for a second before sucking the side of it - taking some barely restrained care not to put any loud, obvious marks that would be... harder to explain. Kylo reveled in the way she smelled, the feeling of her hair against his cheek, the feel of her ass pressing against his public bone as he slowed his rhythm.

"You taste too fucking good, do you know that. There isn't an inch of you that I don't want to kiss." Whatever curiosity she attracted, it wasn't anything compared to... what if people knew she looked this good naked and covered in sweat, or that the inside of her felt this perfect.

Kylo gave her another couple of upward thrusts and then paused suddenly. Now she could feel herself, pinned to the floor with him on top of her, his balls pressing urgently against her lower lips, his own lips making low smacking noises on her neck and shoulder.

Even now, as he was getting everything he'd been thinking about from her today, his cock was still throbbing with need inside of her.
 
Maybe, that was true.

It was like a rare gift to have anyone do such a thing, play with her senses and even get her down to this, down to every inch of her normally well covered skin being exposed. If one had been watching, in all fairness, he had made it look easy, simple as though it was all deliberate and planned when both of them knew it wasn't. Unplanned and quite off the path of their mission, perhaps there had been an underlying reason for them to be here together, some odd sense of knowing from leaders above, however Phasma was immediately prepared to doubt it. Nor would she ever know from the Supreme Leader himself if it came down to her having to ask. What a terrifying, uncomfortable conversation. Knees spread slightly against the metal flooring, her head tilted when his lips dove to her neck, back lowering just a bit more as his chest pressed against it, moans flowing out so easily now.

There was no need to hide her enjoying what was happening, if she ever felt like there needed to be. Half lidded eyes closing softly as he spoke again, this time restraining from completely shushing him as he littered her with faint compliments, almost silently promising that he would make sure to kiss every inch of her. " I wouldn't complain if you did, " The calmer rhythm of his hips gave her time to breathe, gasps turning into softer breaths of air, head absentmindedly moving against his. The choppy haired blonde felt pieces of her hair sticking against her face, or was it his, truthfully uncaring as she felt his body come to a steady halt, all but his lips moving over her warm skin. One of her palms that had been flattened against the floor to keep from absolutely crashing into the floor when he pushed her down raised, hand again burying itself into his dark hair as she felt the needy twitch of his length within her, only for her own body to respond accordingly. Her hips remained low, her firm rear pressed against him, rocking back only once as Phasma felt her walls grip him again, murmuring softly, " Kylo.

 
He could have, he could have easily, but there was only so much time. He held a kiss against her back, pressing his lips against her and trying to clear his head so that he could keep going... but the intense squeeze she was giving him urged him on, turned him on too much to ignore. There came a point where you cared more about getting off than taking things slow or stretching them out, and she was getting him to that point.

He picked up rhythm again, first building up to their previous tempo, and then going even faster, his balls slapping against her as he slid in and out. The shadows from the cockpit were flying across the room in weird directions. He could feel the sunlight in his hair, see the way the shadows played on their skin, and of course he could see the way her pussy hugged his wide, smooth dick as he pumped inside of her.

"Oh god." He could feel that familiar charge on the underside of his member, but he wanted to make this last as... well, not as long as possible, but as long as he could. Kylo had thought up a dozen nasty little tricks he could use to really make her scream, but he was saving those for a special occasion. He had no idea how she was going to take this after they were back on the Gauntlet and the drinks had worn off - so it didn't hurt to have a dirty idea in reserve.
 
Though the moment of calm was enjoyable, almost welcome within the chaos of his hips crashing into the soft flesh of her ass, making lead sounds each time he returned to her body, there wasn't a single complaint when he began again. Oh no, the way the hand that had once been in his hair slammed to the floor to brace herself again, a moaned " Ah! " escaping when the first hard thrust turned into several more, no part of Phasma was complaining. If anything, her walls were screaming, begging for what she knew was coming, milking length for its worth. The set of crashing waves in herself were starting to become apparent, body littered with telltale signs.

The glisten on his cock seemed to grow wetter, feeling it on both her own thighs and his, cheekbones a soft red as she closed her eyes, choking out the word, " Fuck ". The sun felt warm on her cheeks, almost surprised she had noticed it at all, radiating in bursts over her skin. It was only a moment or two after her third, or maybe fourth, fuck that the woman's orgasm crashed over her body, body writhing softly beneath him as her legs spread a short distance wider. The feeling of his balls slamming into her clit was like another gift in itself, coaxing out more of her sweet nectar, fists curled against the floor. The shower I am going to need after this.
 
It wasn't until a few seconds later that he realized his hips were starting to hurt.

There was a little discoloration there - Kylo felt a little rawness in his skin. But honestly, this was the kind of pain that he could ignore, the kind that urged him on. Kylo took a breath, feeling the sweat dripping on his forehead as he feet dug into the floor. The sounds and smells of sex were flying through his nose and soaking into his brain. And even though he could still feel himself on the edge of orgasm, his brain was still turned on - almost unrecognizably charged in that moment.

Even as she was starting to shiver beneath him, she was still smothering every inch of him, squeezing around him and getting tighter and tighter until...

Kylo squeezed her around the midsection and roared. His cock exploded inside her, sending jet after jet of hot cum deep inside of her. Each spasm they had seemed to set the other one off, starting a painful, powerful, perfect chain reaction that only lasted a couple of seconds but would be branded in his memory for much longer than that. He closed his eyes, one big climax hitting his body, his muscles quaking with unbelievable pleasure as his hips worked out of instinct, banging into her from behind, trying to squeeze out every drop of pleasure from this that he could.

His body went rigid for a moment, and he rolled off her to the side. He took a few deep breaths... maybe after getting off, he'd think about the situation differently. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened. Did he feel ashamed, embarrassed, worried about future complications?

Looking down at his dripping manhood as it rested against his stomach, Kylo sighed. No. Not even close. She'd been fucking mindblowing. Whatever problems this causes were ones he'd handle when they arrived. A smug grin crossed his face as he rolled over and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her possessively right below her navel while she recovered.

Technically, it wasn't the thing you were supposed to do in that moment, with the nerves still firing in all kinds of weird ways. But if she wanted to take a few deep breaths... he wasn't technically keeping her from that.
 
Inwardly, Phasma could nearly count the bruises she would be left with, over her neck, along her hips, against the back of her thighs and ass. The thought of each was amusing to her, like a pleasant secret to go along with what they were doing now, tucked away beneath her uniform. Only to be remembered when she undressed at night and noticed in passing a mirror, the print of a hand around her neck. For now her memory was a copy of his, his orgasm and last few hard thrusts into her cemented into her mind, the way it felt when he twitched from inside of her right before to the way it felt when his grip went loose from around her stomach. His dismount causing her to breathe out softly, ragged just slightly with how her lower lips throbbed, with one fluid movement, her hips lowered and her body turned.

The metal beneath her offered a small cool spot against her back, feeling the distorted sun rays dance over parts of her skin as her long legs stretched across the floor. Well. Phasma certainly felt as radiant as she looked, if one were to stand above and admire the naked woman, the gentle rise and fall of her heavy breasts, the way her taut stomach curved, thick thighs having already proved to be a warm and inviting home. Caramel eyes opened now, half lidded as she noticed the reflection of something glass in the ceiling, content expression remaining when she felt his touch back on her skin. It was amazing to her how it still felt like tiny bolts of electricity when his hands grazed her skin, arms above her head as she followed the colors of the reflection. The faint crackle of someone attempting to come through on the comm did not startle the blonde, not did she make any effort to move to respond to it, lowering her eyes to the man at her waist as her smile appeared.

" Four. "

 
He'd been just about to drift downwards to her generous thighs, right when he'd heard that voice in his ear. He popped up, a baffled expression on his face. A part of him wanted to ignore her altogether. Kylo was in an amazing state, the best he'd felt in a long time. But there was something about her high and mighty tone that merited pointing out the obvious.

"I hope you didn't waste any energy counting buildings, Commander. I don't want to rub it in, but our little wager is over. I collected and everything. I hope it wasn't THAT unmemorable."
 
Unmemorable wasn't at all the word. No, this would sit in her mind for a while, and when it wasn't in front, it would creep up with faint memory triggers that made her skin hot. The look on his face warranted her smile to grow wider, shifting her body carefully from his grasp, " Four buildings, before we leave. " She repeated the bet he had so eagerly agreed on, the smolder in her eyes still there as she crawled forward to close the short distance, palms flat as Phasma spoke again, " Before we leave. "

Leaning forward, her lips grazed the side of his baffled face, delivering the final blow in a soft whisper, " Where are we again? " While he had felt that he didn't like to lose, Phasma certainly didn't need to correct him before to say that she didn't either. There was something soft that fell from her lips, a feminine giggle when she pulled away and stood up back to the open view as she moved to her discarded clothes. With it now very clear that the sex hadn't been simple compliance, but because she wanted him to, Phasma looked over her shoulder as the crackling message finally came through. Sort of.

" . . . -auntlet contacting Commander Phas- . . - Ren. . Do you crrrch -"

Standing in her underwear now, the blonde raised a brow at the mess they had missed while very preoccupied, holding her dress as she stood behind the pilot seat, pillars of smoke dancing along the city outskirts. Clearly the city had been made an example of. The hum of the engine began again, the woman's soft smile still lingering as she pressed the comm response, " We're heading back now, there was trouble with the ship. "

 
"No." He thought about the total absurdity of what she was saying, lined it up in his own head, and... "No, when I said leave, I didn't mean -"

But she was ignoring him again, dressing and heading off to answer the comm. He'd really wanted to just forget the whole thing. But he realized that he didn't even know what her end of the bet was. What did she even want?

He supposed he could pitch a fit and get out of the bet, but... well there was the other little issue. What was going to happen to the two of them back on the ship? He wasn't quite thinking romantically, but he intensely enjoyed her company, and the sex had been incredible atop that. And he had an inkling that she hadn't gone too far into her own bag of tricks either.

Kylo lifted his hands over his head once the call ended. "Fine. I acknowledge my defeat."

He imagined he looked the picture of it, lying naked beneath her.

"How do I repay you? If you want to kiss me, I have a few suggestions."
 
She could almost hear it in the way he said no, the way his mind ticked and he found himself so close to growing that naturally grouchy cloud, raising her eyebrows slightly with half expectancy to lay any snide comments right back into him. It wasn't her fault he went for her breasts first, hungrily starting the cycle they both enjoyed. Smiling softly when instead of something catty, she got a proper acceptance, his following statement caught her off guard.

" For the sex or the bet? " Well, it was a valid question. His broad span of 'kissing' was amusing to her, moving to stand over him now as she looked down with a tilt in her head. " No helmet for a week. " Slipping away from him quickly just in case he reached out to grab her as a form of protest, sliding into the pilot seat, the hum of the ship echoing around them as they raised off the grassy hill.
 
***​

If there'd been a celebration after Chandrila was taken, he hadn't been invited.

Sure, Phasma had technically won the bet, but he technically wasn't part of the First Order's command structure - nobody was going to ask him to spend a shift doing training drills or cleaning dirty pipes. So after his debriefing, Kylo Ren spent the next couple of days sleeping, watching old holo footage, or giving out dirty looks at the cafeteria that warded off any questions about his face. Most outsiders didn't appreciate the scale of an ISD, but a fully staffed one could hold a crew of thousands - he could walk around for all day if he wanted without retracing his steps.

He'd run into Phasma once - but now that they were in a professional environment, their "conversation" amounted to a grunt of acknowledgement. And he didn't mind that at all... it was the sort of thing he could pull that off for a week.

If only he'd been given that long. He'd been in the Gauntlet's cavernous on-board library, looking for footage for a "personal project" when his comlink buzzed at his hip and called him back to the adjunction room.

This room was usually used for meetings between different branches of the order that rarely had pre-ordained spaces. Admiral Fedorre was there was a bit of a nervous look on his face (more nervous than usual) and Phasma was over his shoulder. He gave the woman a slightly accusatory look. Whatever reason they were back, it was probably some fallout or discrepancy in their debriefings.

"Good afternoon, Admiral. Everything's well, I hope."

"If everything was well," he said grimly, "I wouldn't have the two of you here. There's a - did something happen to the..."

He circled his palm around his face, indicating the obvious.

Kylo took a set and crossed his legs with an irritated noise. "I've been depriving you all for much too long."

"Your typical humor aside, I think I prefer you this way, Ren. You look... sunnier. More approachable. I can see all your little expressions. And feel like I can understand and relate to you on a personal level."

His gaze flitted towards Phasma for a moment, and then he let out a lengthy gust of air through his nose, his lips widening in a too-wide smile. "Oh, I know."

A perfect argument for why he'd have the thing back on as soon as possible.

"I suppose I should get to the point here. We've had a wave of piracy in the inner rim. I know you may be thinking that there's always piracy in the inner rim. But not to this scale and effect - and certainly not with Order-affiliated vessels. These pirate attacks have been more and more daring - and they've culminated in the hijacking of an Imperial Corvette near the Carida system."

Now this made Kylo sit up in his seat. "They stole a capital ship from right under the nose of the old officer's academy? That's a -"

"Tremendous black eye to the Order, yes. It harms our claim to the security of our citizens and disrupts our ability to conduct diplomacy. We think it's possible that this effort is from the New Republic's guerilla organization, styling themselves -"

"The Resistance," Kylo grunted theatrically. The political situation was one of feints and counterfeints, a flimsy teetering structure built on plausible deniability. Everyone knew the First Order was undergoing rearmament, even going so far as to coerce some "neutral" systems into line. And everyone knew the New Republic was relaying aid and comfort to what was, frankly, a terrorist organization.

(And of course, made a mockery of everything they claimed in their high-minded rhetoric about letting worlds choose their own destiny, but since when had those people cared about hypocrisy?)

And yet for now, everyone was too shy to revert to the open bloodshed of the Civil War. "Yeah. I know. So we're going to -"

"We aren't going anywhere, Ren. A ship with the force of the Gauntlet can't be deployed to handle a few stolen vessels. And even if it could be spared, it wouldn't solve the core situation. We need to catch these people in act, capture and destroy... whoever is responsible before they get even bolder. Another situation where your... unique skills can come into play."

As a glorified security officer on ship that was likely being set up as bait. A great deal of waiting, and hopefully some small, intense amount of action. Well, there were worse jobs. "So, I'll be working with Commander Phasma again."

"Yes. No. Hm. Not... exactly."
 
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