Well... the opportunity was presented to him. It wasn't as if he was going to turn it down. The kiss was chaste, nearly nonexistent, but it was still enough to cause the lieutenant's heart to race in his chest. Probably not his best idea, but it was too late, now.
It begins with a bet. There had been a minor disagreement between members of the High Command; proof had been demanded; credits had been promised. It went against all policies, of course. Hux and the committee in charge of the personnel conduct handbooks had painstakingly chosen every word which would forbid the sort of fraternization that he was about to allow.
But Admiral Efflu was giving him that curled-lip sneer over his glass of pink champagne, and stars, Hux hates to lose.
Mitaka steps into the lounge with perfect timing. Glancing at the chrono on the comms unit he had pulled out to contact the Lieutenant, Hux does quick math in his head and decides that, if Mitaka had been at even the closest mess hall with the remainder of his work shift, as one would expect him to be at this time of day, he would have had to have jogged AT LEAST a portion of the way to arrive here in short time between Hux’s message and the doors to the senior command’s lounge sliding open.
Hux flips his comms unit closed and tucks it away.
“ General? ” Mitaka asks. Hux watches the way the younger man’s eyes flicker to the people at Hux’s table: High Command, most of them, gathered for an annual review. They watch the lieutenant in turn with sharp and hungry eyes.
Hux snaps his fingers, and Mitaka looks back to him instantly. “ Admiral Efflu, ” Hux says, smoothly, gesturing with his glass, “ is under the impression that, like in the Empire in the days of his prime— ” One of the other commanders chokes back a laugh and empties their drink. “ – the unquestioning loyalties of officers produced in the Order's new educational system only go so far. Would you care to prove him wrong? ”
“ GOOD. ” Hux tips his head. His lips quirk up. “ Kiss me. ”
Mitaka’s eyes widen. He does not move.
“ You heard me, Lieutenant. ”
Admiral Efflu bangs the table, making Admiral Brelman reach for her drink before it can be rattled off the table. She shoots him a glare; he does not notice. “ YOU’VE LOST, Hux. If you have to prompt the man, then you are violating the terms of the---- ”
Quickly, Mitaka leans in, pressing his lips to Hux’s. It is chaste and brief, and the lieutenant’s cheeks are burning when he withdraws.
Hux’s eyes slide to Efflu and he SMIRKS, triumphant. “ Thank you, Lieutenant. ” He says it crisply, reaching for his glass. When he takes a sip, he can almost taste the scrubbed-clean scent of the Order’s most loyal officer. “ That will be all. ”
kiss a ginger day! VERY much accepting even though it was yesterday, shhh @dediicated
