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Summary: An unlikely friendship sparks between Draco and a Gryffindor reader. Over the summer, he invites you over with a few other friends. You see his father in some compromising positions late at night and are left feeling guilty and conflicted.

Author's note: I will also be uploading my fics on Ao3 if you prefer to read there. I upload there after I upload here, I will include a link once it is up there. I hope ya'll enjoy <3

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Content warning: Sexual content, masturbation, Voyeurism, F/M

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I’ve known of Draco for years. It’s hard not to when he is so vocal about his hatred for my house and all who were sorted into it. Last year, however, we became unlikely friends. After a quidditch game gone wrong, he was left injured and in need of someone to carry him to the infirmary. The Slytherins on his team aren’t kind enough for such an act, and the Gryffindors all hold a grudge against him, so no one was rushing to volunteer. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly took on the role. I expected the walk to be quiet except for his usual whining, but he surprised me with a charming enough conversation. We became fast friends after that, although it was a strange sight.

 Friends enough that he invited me over for a stay during the summer at Malfoy Manor. Apparently, he invites a handful of his friends from Hogwarts over for a getaway before the next school year starts. I’d be the first that isn’t a Slytherin to be invited, which I suspect to be a point of contention with some of the guests and maybe his parents. Although, I doubt it will matter as much as my blood status. I wonder if they will beat around the bush or ask me directly. It’s likely they already interrogated Draco about the status of all his guests if I am being realistic. They don’t seem the type to be inviting over anyone they deem ‘less than’.

When I arrive at Malfoy Manor, I make sure to take in its grandeur when exiting my carriage. I’ve lost count of the expensive homes I’ve been to in my life, but this takes the cake. The architecture alone exudes status and a foreboding atmosphere. When I was younger, my parents tried to stress the importance of making connections and going to high-status events, but after a while, I wore them down enough to stop forcing me to go. I found them incredibly boring and a waste of my time if my parents were to already be there chatting to high society. The consequence being that not many people know that they have a daughter my age.

Draco rushes over to give me a hand stepping out of the carriage. I notice a few other carriages pulled over to the side while their bags are being collected by servants and taken inside. I'm glad I’m not the first to arrive, and it seems that I am not the last if my count is correct. “Who’s missing?” I jest towards Draco as I find my footing on solid ground, and he releases my hand. “Pansy and Blaise have yet to arrive.” He eagerly replies. I can tell that he hopes his friends will become my friends after this weekend, but I have serious doubts. “You know Pansy will be last; she can’t resist the idea of everyone waiting for her to make a grand entrance,” I joke into Draco’s ear, not wanting anyone to hear my joke at the other guests’ expense. He hummed in amusement and agreement. I feel as though he was about to add onto my assumption, but we were entering the manor now, and it is not a good look. 

I want to make a good first impression, not only so that me and Draco can continue being friends, but also because I cannot bring any kind of dishonour to my family name. I would never hear the end of it from my parents otherwise. His parents are standing in the foyer with equally unimpressed expressions resting on their faces. His father is standing straight and impervious. His robes are elegant and dark, his large hands wrap around the snake head of his cane, the expensive looking rings on his fingers accentuate the veins of his hands. He is taller than me, with gorgeous long snowy hair, you can tell it is well kept, it looks soft to touch and makes me long to feel its soft caress. He emanates an intimidating energy around him as he looms. His wife is leaning away from him slightly, easily missed, but the expression on her face cements the idea that she would rather not be standing here next to him in my mind. 

They both put on impressively fake smiles when our approach becomes known. I curtsey, saying the usual pleasantries and thank yous. The interaction was stiff and uncomfortable. Behind their formalities was an underlying disinterest from the wife and a piercing gaze that felt like it could read my very soul from the husband. In high society it is impolite for a gentleman to not greet a lady with chaste kiss on her hand, but that seems to be something this man deems to be too lowly for him. Draco directed me to my room to get unpacked as I try to shake the awkward interaction. 

It was already later in the day when I arrived at the manor; the sky starting to bleed a deep cornflower. From light to dark, the gradient carved its way across the horizon until it was void of color entirely. When Pansy finally arrived, last as predicted, we gathered for a late dinner. The table is long and imposing, the dramatic nature of this seating arrangement is not lost on me as dark theatrical shadows are cast across the room from the candle lighting. I can’t tell if it is supposed to be menacing or romantic. 

I haven’t said much to anyone except for Draco since arriving. I am more content in taking in the dynamic I find myself in for now. I don’t know anyone here but Draco, so I don’t know how to talk to anyone but Draco. My eyes stayed down, looking at the expensive meal that graced our plates. Crabbe and Goyle lack the manners and restraint to take their time and savor such an opportunity. Scarffing down their meals like they’d starve without it. Everyone was much more casual about the food before them, everyone but the head of the table. His bites almost seemed calculated, like the sawing of his knife was used to enunciate his point, and the stabbing of his fork was to drive home his frustrations.  

Everything about him felt measured. From his movements to his words. He steered the conversation to whatever subject he found interesting with smoothness and ease. It was as if he was changing the channel and our chatter his entertainment. Pansy was in the middle of a tirade I wasn’t paying particular attention to. She was complaining as usual. “Those loud Gryffindors don’t know when to shut up. I swear they win one game and it’s all anyone talks about!” I’m sure she would prefer it if everyone spent their time talking about her. I hold back a scoff and an eyeroll at her dramatics. It takes everything in me to hold my tongue and not retort back; I’m trying to be on my best behavior after all. 

Lucius, I think his name is, replies to Pansy in agreement. “Yes, I’ve found that those in that house lack a certain… humility.” I can feel his pointed glance in my direction without having to look up. My eyes rise from their downward position as I give Draco a sideways glance, as if to say, did I hear that right? He looks at me almost pleadingly to not say anything, but it is too late as I lose my restraint. “That’s rich coming from the man who raised Icarus over there.” I gesture to Draco as I engage in the glaring contest initiated by his father.

Contempt was the only motivation in my glower. His held something more I couldn’t read. He seems to be always calculating, always analyzing. For a moment, the table waits with bated breath, wondering if my stay at Malfoy Manor will be shorter than expected. A small smirk plays on his lips; I can hear Draco let out a sigh of relief as his father apparently found my comment amusing. 

“Oh yes, we all heard about Draco’s little fall last year.” He looks on teasingly at Draco as he takes a sip from his wine glass. His metal rings make a small tink at the contact. “You must be the Gryffindor who walked him to the infirmary?” His eyes return to me with a raised eyebrow. “More like carried him, but all the same, yes,” I confirm while also taking a turn to tease Draco a bit. Small smirks played on both of our lips before the conversation continued, with the rest of the table finally chiming in.

When dinner was over, Draco led the five of us to one of the many lounges in Malfoy Manor so we could shoot the wind without an authority figure around.  As time went on, I found myself almost enjoying the company of Draco’s friends. Pansy is bossy, Blaise thinks he is better than everyone, and well Crabbe and Goyle are what they are, but from time to time, I find that they can be agreeable and even funny. We all spent a few hours chatting together until, one by one, everyone made their leave for the night. When I left, Blaise and Draco were all that remained, and even they looked like they were about to fall asleep on the very chairs they sat upon.

On my way to my room, I decided to make a pit stop in the kitchen for a glass of water. The sight before me makes me freeze in my tracks. I can’t bring myself to move from the kitchen doorway. Lucius Malfoy is standing before me in the dimly lit room with his back facing me, in only a towel. Candlelight dances across his pale flesh, left with a pink dusting brought on by what I assume to be a scalding shower. His hair is soaked and sticks to his admittedly toned back. A water droplet rolls down from his locks over the curve of his back, until it hits and gets absorbed into the low hanging towel wrapped around his waist. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the kitchen sink as he leans slightly over the counter, just enough to arch his back faintly, with his shoulder blades tense and prominent. He is soaked head to toe, he must’ve barely toweled himself off before exiting the bathroom to head to the kitchen. I can see his huffy reflection in the window as everything outside is dark and opaque. 

His expression is burdened and serious. A few wet strands of hair fall onto his face; his eyes are closed as he thinks about whatever is troubling him. His pectorals are pushed together just so, making them more plush. The counter cuts off the view of his lower abdomen, but I can see a peak of a happy trail centered by the symmetrical curves of the v-line that adorn his hips. He let out a low, displeased groan before slicking back the offending strands in his face. His eyes open as he stares at his reflection. It almost feels like he is staring straight into my very being, like I am the one exposed and bare to the world and not him. 

I force myself to finally remove myself from my spot in the doorway and go back to my room. My inner wants compelled me to stay and gawk some more, but my better judgment took my hand and peeled me from my position. My mind continued to wander and race even late into the night when I should’ve been sleeping. Slumber did eventually take me, but it was not very restful. It wasn’t until the morning that a truly horrifying thought crossed my mind. If I could see his reflection, then he surely could see mine. 

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I didn’t see her reflection at first, blending into the shadows of the hallway. Once I saw her, however, I couldn’t look away. Her form leans against the doorframe to support her weight. The skirt she is wearing is long, but so is the slit running up its side, allowing her leg to taunt me as it stands out, exposed. Her top is as tantalizing as the rest of her, the thin straps leaving her shoulders on display, and the semi-low cut of her neckline makes me yearn for a better view of what it is hiding from me. She is possessed by a hungry expression, like a lion about to pounce on its prey. After a moment, she is gone, and I am left wondering what would have happened if I had said something. 

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The thought of going downstairs and eating breakfast with everyone there made me lose my appetite immediately. I couldn’t stomach the idea of sitting at the same table as him and his wife after seeing him in such a state of undress. I don’t know how I am meant to face Draco after witnessing his father’s astounding physique. I close my eyes and am met with vivid visions of Lucius Malfoy practically naked and drenched.  

When Draco comes to collect us for breakfast I tell him I’m gonna sleep in and skip it. It is not too unusual for me to skip breakfast if I was up late the night before, so he has no reason to be suspicious of the act. A few hours later I convinced myself that it was likely that he didn’t even see me in the doorway last night, and the only one aware of my new confliction is me. I joined Draco and his friends for the rest of the day. 

They seem more accustomed to my additional company today, so I felt more comfortable to tease and converse in return. My biting and witty remarks are met with loud, boisterous laughter, which is always what I crave, being able to banter without worrying about hurt feelings or overstepping. Every once in a while, his father would come by to have a word with Draco; I could feel all I had to say die in my throat whenever he approached. I couldn’t bring myself to speak even if I was talking to someone else when he got close. Mostly, I was able to avoid him altogether, so it wasn’t much of a problem.  

Honestly, today went better than expected. Pansy and I did have a bit of a spat, but she didn’t hurt my feelings all that much. Everything she said were all things I already knew she thought about me, so I wasn’t shocked to hear it out loud. I figured I’d give her some time and space to cool down, so I am going to bed. 

Or at least I am trying to; I got a bit lost when finding my room in such a big manor. One wrong turn and all I encounter are offices and libraries. Up ahead, I see presumably another office door cracked open, but this one has a flicker of light shining through. Hopefully, I can ask whoever is inside for directions, no matter how embarrassing. When I got closer to the doorway, the sight and sound of what I was observing completely captivated me. 

Reminiscent to the night before, I am thoroughly stuck in place, not able to draw my eyes away.  There he sits… His head thrown backwards, Adam's apple bobbing up and down with every moan and groan that passes his swollen lips. His side profile is on full display as he gets to work in his office chair. His hair tied in a messy bun, loose strands sticking to his forehead, making him look wild and disheveled. His mouth hangs open in desperation, longing to crash his lips against another's. Drool collects in the corner of his mouth before descending down his neck. 

The view of his glistening chest is unobscured due to his dress shirt being unbuttoned and hanging loose at his sides. He works with unrestrained fervor as he pumps his length with his massive hands. Rings missing from the hand at work as they lay on the desk before him. His other hand remains wearing his rings as he violently grips the arm of the chair. The veins in his hand and arms straining from the pressure. 

His trousers are still on, like he lost his patience and ripped them open, not bothering to take them off. His broad thighs are spread apart, pulling the fabric of his tight-looking dress pants. I find myself fantasizing about him enveloping my head with them. A heat rises within me that I have yet to gather enough sense to feel ashamed of. The sight of him rubbing his cockhead until completion makes me long to participate. He’s panting, breathing ragged with half lidded eyes as ribbons of cum coat his hand and abdomen. A pink tint compliments his face. He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I could drink in the sight for ages, but I know the longer I stand here, the more likely I’ll be seen. 

I should go. Not just from this spot in the hallway but from the manor itself. Now rushing down the corridors until I find my room; the realization of what I’ve done has hit me tenfold. There is no way I can spend any more time here with a vision like that haunting me. He is my friend's father! Worst of all, he is married! I am wracked with guilt for wanting him in any way that isn’t appropriate for a man of his standing. 

I barely slept that night; my thoughts and dreams were filled with his glorious apparition. My desire to have him in this very bed torments me. I roll over and imagine the pillow beneath me as his chest; I roll again, and suddenly, the blanket’s weight is his own as he covers me in his hold. I can’t help but see and feel him in everything I do, and I only get more and more bothered.  

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I had almost forgotten her starved expression in the kitchen the night before if it wasn’t for her lack of presence at breakfast this morning. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit disappointed to see that she wasn’t there. Her boldness at dinner was… intriguing, to say the least. I had hoped she'd have more snarky comments to bestow upon me this morning, but she was nowhere to be found. Draco said that she had stayed up too late the previous night and wanted to sleep in. I wonder what had her so… restless?

When she finally decided to grace us all with her presence, it was hours later, and breakfast was long over. She descended the staircase in a deliciously felicitous dress. Likely worn to combat the summer heat, but it only brought on a different heat entirely. I watched as Blaise led her to where the others were waiting for her in the other room. I went back to reading the book I was previously occupying myself with, but focus was hard to come by as I read and re-read the same line of ink again and again. Something about their interaction irked me; I just couldn’t place why. 

Throughout the day, I found it increasingly difficult to keep my distance from Draco’s new friend; making excuses to talk with Draco so that I could see her. Whenever I got close, her boisterous personality dimmed and quieted. It was mesmerising to witness, as her witty remarks halted in their tracks and her eyes rapidly reverted from me. It was a striking contrast to her unabashed staring last night; the only similarity was the rosy hue lighting her cheeks. 

It took everything in me to not pounce on her when she was in my view, to not tease her uncharacteristic meekness in front of all her little friends. I decided it was better to hide myself away in my office than lose my self-restraint in front of a crowd. The sun has set, and I am sure most are asleep anyway. I need a release, or I worry I might do something rash. 

I rip my clothes open, discarding anything in my way. I am quick to take a seat and fondle myself at the thought of her. My eyes screw shut as I try to picture the ravenous passion she exuded, standing in that doorway. My lips have started to swell from biting down on them. I stroke myself harder as thoughts of her fill my mind and fantasies.  

My head lolls to the side, and through half-lidded eyes, I swear I can see her standing before me. She looks more flustered than the night before; her thighs rubbing together for some relief. Her eyes are blown, and she looks like she is a breath away from taking a bite of me. Not that I’d mind. I am unsure if her presence is tangible or delirium. I can’t bring myself to care, as I only feel more invigorated to complete what I’ve started. The sight of her watching me is enough to send me twitching over the edge. My moans get louder as I convulse, bucking into my hand until I get off. Warm, viscous liquid covers my hand and stomach as I catch my breath. 

The bewitching vision in the corridor was gone, rushing from my view. So I didn’t imagine her after all. I wanted to chase after her, but my legs were still weak and quivering. I am resigned to speaking to her tomorrow, for I might not make it up the stairs in such a state of exhaustion. 

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When the sun rose, so did I. I sent for a carriage to take me away as fast as possible. Draco must’ve woken from the sound of me exiting my room, because he was there when I returned to pack my bag, begging me to reconsider. “Pansy crossed a line the other day, I admit that, but don’t let her bad mouth cut your stay short.” In all honesty, I don't even really remember what Pansy even said to me, but it would be better for him to think I’m leaving because of her and not the actual reason. I look at him with sincerity before replying, “It’s okay, Draco. Your friends don’t have to be my friends, but I think it would be best for all parties involved if I left.” He looks like he wants to protest more, but instead lets out a defeated sigh. 

“I’ll let you know when your coach is here.” With that, he turns to let me pack and makes his leave. I made quick work, not wanting to stay a second longer in fear of running into his father. It took only a few flicks of my wand to have everything placed where it should be inside my suitcase. My back is to the door when I hear it glide open, and a rich voice fills what was briefly my room. 

“Departing so soon?” My head turns to the doorframe with haste. Panic fills me as my heart plumits to my stomach. The very man I was trying to avoid is leaning in the entryway with a quirked brow in my direction. Of course, he knows I am leaving. Draco must’ve woken him, as it is customary for a host to see all their guests when they leave. Although, he looks a bit too put together for someone who was just awoken. How long has he been up? 

My breath is caught in my throat as my words struggle to free themselves from my nerves. “I-I apologize for taking my leave at such an hour, but something has come up, and I am needed at home.” I lie through my teeth. It would be rude to insinuate that I am leaving due to another guest, and I can never tell him the true reason for me going away. In every gap in conversation and every breath between words, I find myself panicking and overthinking about the possibility of him seeing me intruding on him. I am calmed by the knowledge that if he had seen me, he wouldn’t be so calm, and he certainly wouldn’t just continue letting me oggle at him.  

He compels himself from his position, with just a few leisurely strides, he is standing before me, albeit a little too close. I can’t read his face, it just holds the same calculating look as before. Like I am something to examine. “No need to apologize, dear… I hope I didn’t do anything to offend. As a host, it is my duty to see to it that all my guests are… comfortable.” His words are drawn out, as he uses a hand to raise my chin with a light touch. I can feel my face getting warm at the proximity, but I shake the notion before replying. “No, no, I assure you, you did nothing to offend Mr. Malfo-” “Please… call me Lucius.” His interjection was smooth, and I could think of no reason not to comply with his request. “You did nothing to offend, Lucius.” His name felt odd on my tongue. I feel as though I am breaking some kind of rule. It held a weight that I wasn’t sure how to feel about yet. 

“I am glad to hear that. It was a pleasure to have you here, despite how quickly you flee.” I am now painfully aware that he has not moved his hand from my face; his thumb slightly tracing my bottom lip as he speaks. His eyes glittered with amusement and perhaps something else. My heart is certainly racing, but all I can feel is his touch on my skin. “It is likely I will be back in the future with how much Draco asks me.” 

He hums in amusement, chuckling inwardly, as if to a joke only he heard. “I look forward to your future visits then.” I could’ve sworn his gaze flickered down to my lips at that moment. But perhaps I am just seeing what I want to. “Draco speaks very highly of you.” It was added on at the end, like a poorly crafted excuse for his anticipation. I am shocked that Draco would speak of me at all to his parents. I clear my throat, hoping I didn’t lose my ability to speak. “I could say the same to you. He speaks of you often.” His father is Draco’s greatest pride. That is why I feel a well of guilt filling my guts at the fact that I want to kiss him so depravedly.

A beat passes as we stand there, staring at each other. His hand practically cupping my face. Draco calls from the bottom of the stairs that my ride is here. Lucius looks annoyed as he turns his head to the door to respond. “Tell them she’s coming!” One inscrutable look was exchanged for another. This one is less kind looking. His hand leaves me. I feel almost cold without his touch. He gives me one more once-over before turning to leave. “I’ll see you downstairs.” His tone is sterner than before, like he is mad at me for leaving. I decide I am reading too much into things, I doubt he even cares that one of Draco’s friends is leaving early. He is just being polite. Though some of his actions bordered on inappropriate rather than polite. 

My exit was swift, and so were my goodbyes. Draco and his father seemed to be the only ones awake at this hour, so they were the only ones to see me off. I didn’t particularly care for the other guests, so I wasn’t too torn up at not saying goodbye. I gave Lucius a curtsy and Draco a hug before exiting the manor. If I were to humor myself and see things that weren’t there, I would’ve sworn I saw Lucius clench his jaw and avert his eyes when I was hugging Draco. I think it might be best for me if I never visit Malfoy Manor again. This trip has made my self-indulgent delusions run wild.

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𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐 Defying the First Order 𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪𖤐

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Summary: You're a member of the resistance taken captive by General Hux. His ship crashes leaving you stranded on a strange planet together.

Author's note: I will also be uploading my fics on Ao3 if you prefer to read there. I upload there after I upload here, I will include a link once it is up there. I hope ya'll enjoy <3

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Content warning: smut, p in v

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We ran out of water a few days ago. The only reason he shared what little he had with me was so he didn't have to drag around dead weight. I've been stuck on a forest planet with one General Hux handcuffed to my left hand for days now. The chain connecting us must've been made for some giant beast because it drags against the floor if we are not standing far enough apart. Apparently, he didn't want me running off. Most of his time is spent glaring at me and grumbling disagreements with every decision that has been made since we crashed. "We should be staying with the ship, waiting for rescue" His ever-present annoyance makes itself evident with his continued whining; he tramples his way through the flora, making sure every creature around can hear his privilege in every footstep. "Do you want to die of dehydration?" I finally turn toward him, no longer dragging him behind but glaring at him from my disadvantaged height.

"Your rescue isn't coming, at least not anytime soon" He fails to comprehend that his rescue means my ruin, and I can not stand idly by while my downfall grows ever near. He was getting mad too, this whole venture had just been silence and yelling taking turns filling the air between us. "So what? We wander the woods aimlessly till we find water?" I roll my eyes so hard it hurts. How dumb does this guy think I am? "No dumbass, unlike you, I have a handful of survival skills. We're following the moss" If he wasn't looking at me like I'm crazy before, he sure is now. "The moss... We're following... the moss." His pissed tone transitioned nicely to a sarcastic one. It was apparent that he didn't believe a word I was saying and probably thought I was trying to waste his time and energy. This is partially true, but I really do want to find water, and following the direction of moss is the best way I can think of.

He stepped so close to me that our faces were a breath apart. We've both been very easy to aggravate since we ran out of water. I try to force him away from me to re-form what little space possible with our current situation. But he takes my light shove as a sign of aggression and grabs my wrist hard. He pushes me and drives my back against a nearby tree. I can feel the roughness of the barks through my clothes from the amount of pressure he uses to pin me between his body and the tree. "Fuck off Red" I bite back.

His anger is now only visible from the tension in the air and the strain on my wrist he has yet to release. His face holds a calm and cold expression I can't read. I try to squirm out of his grasp but he only leans against me harder. His head lowers to my ear as he practically whispers "You should show more respect towards your betters" Smugness coating his voice.

Heat overtakes me, from the anger boiling under my skin to the warmth of his body pressed against mine. There are other feelings present, that I don't want to think about or admit. He may be hot as hell, but he is still the enemy. To think about how damn alluring I find him, or how his scent takes over my senses whenever he is near, is a betrayal of my home and the rebellion.

Speaking of smells. I smelled it before I heard it; sniffing the air a few times to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks. He looks at me strangely but loosens his grip on me when he notices my attention is elsewhere. I can smell the moisture in the air, and hear the soft sound of a stream. I pick up my pace, dragging him behind me the best I can to the source of my excitement. The long chain connecting us helped.

I come face to face with a cliffside. There is a slight alcove with a steady stream of water rolling from the top of the cliff to disappear on the floor of the rocky nook. All too suddenly I am jolted backward from a hard tug on the long chain connecting us. Hux pulled me close with a hard look in his eyes that told me all he wanted to say. 'Me first, rebel scum' He walked with purpose past me. Oh fuck no. I grab the chain with both hands and yank it as hard as possible. He stumbles backward as I take the opportunity to sprint towards the water.

I feel tension against the chain before slamming against the ground. My side hits the dirt as my chained hand falls above my head. I roll onto my back and let out a low pained groan. The sun above me shines bright and blinding. Hux's shadow drifts over me as he strolls over. The reprieve from the sun's light was almost welcomed if it didn't come from him. He holds a smug smirk as he looks down at me and my resentful expression. "I hope you know how much I hate you" I grumble out as I glare up at him. "The feeling is mutual" He states flatly before making his way to the stream. I push myself off of the ground before following after.

He practically drags me forward, his focus is solely on the source of water. I have to stand and watch as he points his head high and drinks from the only nearby water source; his Adam's apple is prominent with water cascading down his face and neck. He closes his eyes as he drinks; a slight moan of relief passes his lips. Once he had his full he washed his face and wet his hair. Slicking it back in one swoop. The sight was almost... appealing.

Too bad there's an obnoxious prick beneath the nice view. He opens his eyes to immediate eye contact with me. Without a word he slowly moved away from the stream, still close enough that the chain dragged on the floor. I turn my back towards him as I raise my hands to the water.

I repeat his action with a few slight differences. I faced away from him and actively stopped myself from recreating his moan of relief with my own. The second one was hard, it had been too long since I had had water, my lips were chapped and my throat dry. I could feel them absorbing the moisture and alleviating my troubles. Most of my troubles anyway; they cured my physical headache caused by dehydration, but I am still left with the walking talking headache chained to my non-dominant hand.

I hear a sound. Rustling from the woods. Our heads whip in its direction and our bodies make the space between us disappear. Our odds are better together after all. The rustling stops but my fear of what could be lurking stays. "Thoughts on staying here for a while?" I broach the ever-present subject in the air "I hate when I find myself agreeing with you" Contradictory to his words, his voice seemed to lack its usual hateful tone. 

We sit in the alcove, which is too shallow to call a proper cave system; it is more like an indentation that leads nowhere. However, it is spacious enough for us to sit on opposite sides of the cave with the chain pulled taut between us. We sit there in silence for a while, which is how we spent most of our time on this desolate planet; each of us too stubborn to speak to the other about anything other than our mutual disdain.

As time passes he gets more fidgety. His impatience is evident in the way he wrings his hands and bounces his leg. I watch from the corner of my eye as he stands and paces back and forth. "Could you not?" My annoyed tone cuts through the once-quiet cave. Stopping in his tracks he whips his head to glower in my direction. "We are wasting daylight sitting around in this dirt hole." He rages through gritted teeth. I roll my eyes at his anger. "You lack patience. We don't know the kind of creatures that live here, and if we leave too soon we might end up it's feast." I am completely disinterested in explaining to this grown man why it would be a bad idea to trek through these unfamiliar woods with nothing on our person to defend ourselves against an animal we definitely heard rummaging out there.

He storms closer, looming over my person and invading my personal space. "We've waited long enough! We must get back to the ship before the sun sets!" It is almost amusing that he keeps referring to that glorified hunk of scrap metal as a ship. I am still of the opinion that we need to give it more time before we can be confident that whatever is out there has moved on. I don't even look at him when I reply, the rocky walls of the cave somehow being more entertaining. "Give it a moment more time"

Suddenly he pulls me up from my position on the floor, his fists full of my bunched-up shirt. "No more waiting we are leaving!" His grip on me is tight as he pulls me close to better shout at me. I practically have to lean back to keep our noses from touching. "I am not going out there just to be eaten, because you can't get your nerves in check!" My voice raises as we glare at each other.  "It wasn't a request" Who does he think he is to order me around?!  "Good luck trying to make me comply with any demand you give" There's a strong tension in the air as we stare daggers of contempt into each other. His hands have yet to leave my shirt, still holding me close. I can feel his breath tickling my face.

Unexpectedly, the tension in the air changes to something much thicker. My breath gets caught in my throat. Why is he looking at me like that? His eyes drift down to my lips; I'm caught wondering if he kissed me would I let him? I don't have time to fully ponder as he pulls me in hard, crashing us together hungrily. He takes a step forward, forcing me to take a step back, continuing until my back is flush against the rough wall of the cave.

I was raised in war. I've killed in the name of the Resistance. And yet my heart races when his lips are against mine, his hips grinding into mine as our groans get swallowed by the collision of our mouths. While we messily clash together his hands go for my pants and begin to undo them. I help him pull them from my overheating skin, discarding them across the cave. His hands find their place squeezing my ass before lifting me off the ground; my legs wrap around his waist, making the friction between us even more satisfying. 

My hands snake down from their position around his neck to his bucking hips. The bruising kiss breaks as we pant for air. My hands busy themselves by undoing his belt, then his pants all together. His lips return to work, this time on the crook of my neck. He sucks, bites, and licks my skin while I take his girth into my hand. He lets out a low muffled rumble into me at the sensation.

I pump his length and message its sensitive head a few times the creamy moisture leaking from the tip being used as a lubricant. I use my other hand to pull my soaking undergarments to the side as I rub him against me. The general's lips roam higher on my neck and begin to leave bruising kisses against the pressure point below my ear. His groans are like music to my ears. With a thrust of his hips, he enters me unceremoniously causing me great discomfort. The pain turns to pleasure as he slowly rocks back and forth inside me.

My legs squeeze around him, telling him to pick up the pace. I look at his face for the first time since we started all this. His eyes hold a piercing, burning focus in them; sweat beads across his forehead as he pushes ruthlessly deeper into me. My hands go to cup his face, a hand pushing his once pristine hair out of his face. The shared look between us is so intense, it's more intimate than him plunging himself into me as his nails dig into my ass. I break the eye contact by grabbing the nape of his neck and pulling his lips back onto mine. His teeth nipping at my bottom lip we devour each other. 

  My other hand snakes between our colliding bodies, lowering itself to pleasure myself fully. I can feel my release building rapidly as my body tenses. My legs start to shake and our breathing becomes cumbersome. I can feel him shake slightly, his groans becoming more prevalent and his pace quickening with urgency.

He throws his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he loudly moans out into the air. He continues to thrust into me as he rides out his orgasm and brings me to mine. I bite my lip hard as I try to muffle my exclamations. My walls clenched down around his dick, milking it for all its worth. We pant for a moment and a moment only as he pulls himself from me swiftly, making as much space between us as possible. I hurriedly have to get my feet under me as he pushes me off of him. Regret no doubt consumes us both at this moment.

We gather and clean ourselves hastily to get what just happened as far into the past as it can go. What was he thinking? What was I thinking? He is my enemy for a reason and I can't forget it now. More than anything I am pissed at him for kissing me, fucking me, then acting like I am the most repulsive thing on this disgusting planet.

Once clothed I walk past him and out of the cave. If he wanted to leave so bad then I'm not going to stay here a moment longer. The hike felt excruciatingly longer than before with the thick burning tension in the air. I haven't looked at him since he pushed me off of him and I don't plan to. My rage against him has newfound fuel. 

Eventually, the trees begin to thin and the heap of scrap he calls a ship is in sight. I can't put my finger on it but something felt...off. He must feel it too, or notice my hesitation, because we both stand still for a beat, taking in our surroundings. It wasn't long before we were enclosed on all sides by Resistance troops with their blasters aimed up at him. I can't help the cackle that escapes my lips. "Looks like rescue did come after all" The look on my face could only be described as smug. I guess my guys got here first. The look of shock and anger on his face was priceless. Someone kicks him hard in the back of the knee to take him to the ground. The cuffs connecting us and keeping me his prisoner are now keeping him as mine.