You wanted Kylo to teach you to block it out. Or to make it stop. All of these feelings were warring around in your head, and you could tell that he was no better. Something told you that Kylo was facing demons even now. Hux still held you as your mind wandered, and you realized that he was waiting for an answer. He had asked you something.
"Darling, tell me. Can I fix it?" He pleaded, obviously feeling just as out of depth as you did, he just didn't show it.
How could he possibly fix anything. You didn't know where you stood with anyone but him, right at this moment. "You can't fix me." You broke, your voice cracking. If you had never seen Hux look like he had been rendered helpless, you had in that moment. "But you can promise me one thing." You pushed out. Hux dropped to his knees before you, holding tightly to your wrists as he stared up at you like a man begging his god to save him.
"Anything, anything you ask of me." It was a heavy thing to say, the both of you knew it. Hux didn't care, he knew in his heart, wherever that might be, that he meant them.
"Promise me that when the time comes, you will not lose faith in me." You said, the words stemming from some place within you that you didn't want to see. This conflict, this fight within you was going to end someday. If Kylo was right, then that meant you would one day choose either the dark or the light. And someday Hux would find out about your power. If he truly meant what he said, then this was the one way you could protect both him, and yourself. In the end, it didn't matter what side you chose, you would always choose him.
Hux looked startled by your words, but he nodded. He stood, pulling you into his arms and kissing you. You briefly wondered if Hux was able to feel it too, the impending change, but that quickly vanished as you felt him push the blanket off of your shoulders and let it fall to the ground at your feet.
The sudden rush of cold had goosebumps raising on your arms, but they were smoothed down as Hux's hands ran down your arms and wrapped around your side. You pulled away from him, and when your eyes met you saw in his eyes the same fire from the ship. It had your knees shaking as he backed you up to sit on the long dinner table by the window.
For some strange reason, you felt nervous again. That same feeling from the first time he had made advances to you in the greenhouse, you felt once again like there was enough power radiating off of him to command not just an army, but the galaxy.
The feeling was intoxicating and you wanted to play into it, to bring out that feeling that had your heart beating wildly. "You said something has changed in me." You breathed, surprised by the breathy quality of your own voice. You pushed on as he nodded, his hands working the knot of your sleeves around your waist to begin pulling off the flight suit. "But something has changed in you, too." He paused at that moment, his hand slipping from your body and to the table under you, his chest was pressed against yours, as he leaned against you, a feral grin spreading over his face.
You didn't have to use the force to see the power hungry lust in his eyes, but it let you see into his mind anyway. You saw Hux, on the a throne. The throne. Hux wasn't satisfied with just being the Supreme Leader's bulldog. He wanted his power, and he wanted the galaxy. You bit your lip at the sight of Hux on the towering chair, laurels wrapped around his head, burnt gold and lined with black and precious stones stood out against his fire red hair.
"What has changed in me, pray tell?" He asked, his voice dangerous. You suddenly knew that should his vision come to light, there is no soul in the galaxy that wouldn't kneel to this man. And if there was, they wouldn't live long enough to refuse twice.
"You want redemption. You want power." Hux pressed forward at that point, urging you on as his hands pulled at you. His hands pulled your knees apart and he stepped between them, he then fisted his hand into your hair and pulled your head to the side to attack your neck. You stuttered out a breath, hands fisting into his shirt.
Chapter 11
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