Technical Error

Chapter Two

It was when you had completed your task of supervising the trainee that you felt as though you could never feel sorry for the man. Kylo Ren had arrived directly after the trainee had left. You dropped your gaze to the floor, following your own advice. He stood perfectly still, his boots in your line of vision.

"Tell me, technician—why did you look to General Hux upon hearing the phrase 'big boss'?"

Well, you thought, it pretty much had to do with the size of his dick.

But you refused to say such a thing aloud, knowing how scandalous and unprofessional it would seem. Instead you cleared your throat and tried: "Well, he—"

"No lies, technician." Your cheeks were hot as ever. Kylo Ren took a step closer to you, and you scrambled backwards in retreat. Then he suddenly paused. His chuckle, distorted by the vocoder, was perhaps more unnerving than the noises of amusement you had previously heard from General Hux. "I see." When he next spoke he sounded contemplative. "You seem accident prone, TE-8500." A pause then he uttered out your real name. Without thinking, you raised your eyes to his helmet; his head was tilted ever slightly to the side. It straightened, and you dropped your gaze simultaneous to him closing the distance between the two of you. His mouthpiece was directly beside your ear. "Don't even look at me," he whispered, "Tatey-five."

You shuddered, hearing your own phrasing coming from him. There was something dangerous about him; he was always dangerous, you reminded yourself. Yet never before had such attention been directed your way, not in all the contact you had had with him. You were a trembling mess of nerves; the Knight of Ren was not backing away. He was standing perfectly still before you in that same position.

"What do I want to hear?"

Your lips parted, yet you found not a word leaving you. You closed your mouth, swallowing thickly as tears threatened to form in your eyes. You were terrified. But he was standing there, expecting you to say something. What? You were not certain. And so you blurted out anything, word vomited:

"You're the big boss, sir! I'm sure you're even bigger than General Hux, sir! I don't know why I looked at him, Commander Ren. I—" He had turned his head, studying the side of your face. You could feel his gaze on you despite that his visor hid his eyes from your view. You again swallowed, your lips quivering.

"That wasn't open for discussion, technician," he said emotionlessly. Kylo Ren rose to his full height, circling you in slow, even steps. When he arrived at your back the second time, he paused. "It's unprofessional for you to think of such things."

"I... I don't, sir," you said, once more failing to keep a lid on things. Your nerves were going to be the death of you, what with the way they were influencing your mouth. "I mean, I'm sure it's a fantastic cock, but I don't think about it. At all. Never. Except for that one time. In the refresher. Because I don't even know if I saw it. In your hand—I don't even remember which hand you were using. But you washed your gloves, so it's okay.

"Because if you hadn't washed, that would have been unhygienic. And then you'd be carrying a ton of diseases. Which would be bad. Not that your cock has diseases! I mean...it could... I don't know where it's been... In your pants, of course! But, you know, it may have been in other places too. Uhm...uhm... Oh, stars... Er... I... Uhm..." Your mind had at last caught up with your mouth.

Kriff! Are you a farkling idiot? Obviously. Who the Kriff does this? Kriff, Kriff, kriff-ity, kriff! Don't picture his cock! Damn it! What the shit? I'm soooo going to die right now. Stupid kriffing idiot!

"You...were watching me use the toilet?"

"No! I mean...not on purpose! Er... I... That is... I had thought it was the women's refresher."

"Yes?"

"Yes, and so... I heard a noise, saw your boots under the stall door, and... you zipped your pants. It was just when I was walking by on the way to the stall, I might have seen... But I don't think I did, sir!"

"He was flirting with you." The change in subject nearly caused you whiplash. "Titty-five, he called you... You have a button undone on your shirt...at the right angle, one can see inside."

That said, Kylo Ren strode away. When he was out of sight completely, you dropped your attention to your shirt. Your face had never felt so hot in your life. At the right angle, one could see your cleavage. You fixed your shirt. All the while you wondered just how long your shirt had been that way. At least since you were on the bridge—why the hell had no one told you? And... Your mind paused. If Kylo Ren was aware that one could see inside, had he...? Had he really...?

Titty-five... You wanted to crawl into a hole—maybe a black hole would do.