Interrogating Hux , General Hux x Reader

Part 3- working girl

"I assume you can read?" he was using that sneery voice that made me want to hit him.

I hoped my silence expressed my utter disdain for his question.

"Do I take that as a yes?"

"Take that as a 'just because i didn't get sent to a military academy at birth doesn't make me stupid'" I replied in a huff, although since I was lying naked spooned in against Hux's equally naked body in his bed, I wasn't too grumpy.

"Fine. I have a plan to keep you on board. If you do exactly as I say.. My Rebel prisoner will be dispatched according to the records which can be become lost, and a new officer on secondment will be assigned to my command team. Unfortunately my alternative plan of having you chained to my bed naked might raise a few eyebrows" in the dark his hand skimmed my nipple as i stretched back against him, as I considered how I was really not that averse to the idea, and noted with surprise that he had almost made a joke.

Waking with a start hours later, I confused whose bed and room I was in for moment. It was a common affliction for someone who had 'travelled' so widely. A small grin spread as I realised where I was, replaced by confusion when i noted that I was not only alone but that a chair had been placed by the bed, piled with what looked like a neatly folded First Order officer uniform. I grabbed a thick paperback book off the top of the pile 'First Order Second Degree Officer - dress and hair regulations and restrictions for female staff'

"You've got to be fucking kidding me" I groaned and hid back under the covers.

An hour later I grudgingly had to admit just how right Hux had been. The image in his mirror looked nothing like me, even I wouldn't have picked me up in a line out. My long tangled dark blonde curls were neatly slicked back in a bun, almost hidden under a one of the perky caps all First Order Officers wore. My curves were disguised by a black suit that only hinted at my gender. The trousers were a little weird, but overall the effect was fascinating and I struggled to drag myself away from my reflection; I looked like a new, shinier more adult person. And black was definitely my colour.

"The hair is a little messy and the jacket a touch too tight, but you will do. We can just say standards are obviously not as exacting in the rest of the fleet" I started with fright as Hux had appeared behind me while I'd been lost in my vanity.

"This is your datapad and badge, Second officer Dana Loe, efficiency analyst to undertake a surprise inspection of the Finalizer's data processes on secondment from the Conqueror." he must have caught my raised eyebrow and sighed.

"There is a file on it, read it, it will give you background information on who you are and FIrst Order protocols and a map. Rest of the time, pretend to type on the datapad, follow me around and nod when I talk" I dropped a quick kiss on his lips, both in thanks and also to frighten him with my possible lack of discretion.

"And definitely don't kiss me" he rolled his eyes as I winked.

In truth though, the stakes were incredibly high, for me and even for him if anyone had a clue what he had done. He was one of the highest ranking officers in the FIrst Order, but that would make his actions all the more serious. Discovery would lead to my execution for sure, but for a General of the First Order to aid an enemy combatant and hide her on his own ship? That was treason and some part of me still struggled to understand why he would take the risk.

Understandably nervous I struggled the first few days to fit in, feeling like everything I did or said marked me out as an imposter. Slowly I realised two things - everyone was so driven and professional that they barely looked up off their screens or away from their command desks to even glance at a new face, and secondly, that Hux commanded fear and respect in his personnel in equal measure. If he said something, people did not question him.