A Journey
The ride to Ilum was silent- with Rey awkwardly staring at the floor, her ears slightly tinted red, as Hux attempted to keep up a professional appearance as he filed reports, Kylo making it entirely too difficult to do so by expertly manipulating the Force to squeeze the general in places that made his cheeks go as red as his hair.
Phasma, on the other hand, was silent- with just the four of them in the vehicle, there was no need for the formalities the First Order trio usually carried with them- so, for the first time, Rey had seen Phasma without her helmet on- and honestly, the scavenger was starstruck by a surprisingly soft, round face, and a short crop of pale blond hair. She’d never quite seen hair that color- and when Rey wasn’t staring at the floor, she found herself stealing glimpses of it, clearly mesmerised by how someone could look so beautiful and practical at the same time.
It was entirely too bad that in one of those instances where Rey was staring at the geography of the Captain’s face, General Hux looked up from his work to curl a leather clad hand into a fist and drive it down upon Kylo’s crotch, causing the Sith to let out a groan in pain and fall out of his seat, before looking up to glance from Rey to Phasma. “Captain Chromium.” He sneered out the name like an insult, staring at Phasma intently. “It seems you and I both have issues with Skywalkers growing far too infatuated.”
As soon as that sentence left his lips, a self-satisfied smirk gracing his features, Phasma’s attention instantly snapped to Rey, who instantly went red as a beet and glanced away, slowly curling inwards out of embarassment. And Phasma too, damn her, found herself grinning at the action, now staring back at Hux. “It appears I do, General Firecrotch, and fancy that. The biggest fuckup of a family line in the galaxy, and not a single one straight amongst the lot.” A steel-clad hand reached over to affectionately ruffle Rey’s hair. “Too bad mine’s shyer than yours.”
“Well. I’m not trading Skywalkers with you. Yours is too sandy.”
“Just scrub her clean, it’ll be fine-”
“You can’t just wash out sand, Phasma. It doesn’t work like that. It’s annoyingly clingy and sticks around long after you get rid of it.” Hux glanced down at Kylo, who was clearly struggling to recover. “Hm. Perhaps my Skywalker is more like sand than I thought it was.”
That brought out a light giggle from Rey, before she, Hux, and Phasma fell silent- all eyes that weren’t previously occupied by searing pain training on the scavenger- who swallowed hard at the sudden pressure, desperately wanting to be anywhere but there. Thankfully, the harsh moment was interrupted by her cousin, who gathered enough of his wits about him to stand, the Sith hesitating for a moment before harshly slamming his own fist against Hux’s chest, causing the general to squeak in pain, and the captain to let out the laugh that Rey least expected to come from such a powerful looking woman as Phasma.
With a mocking, scandalous tone to her voice, Phasma moved to half cover Rey’s ears, looking from Kylo to Hux, both of whom were staring at each other with hatred burning in their eyes. clearing her throat. “If that’s how it’s going to be tonight, boys. I implore you to move to a different room to spare this poor girl her innocence. Or. What’s left of it. You weren’t exactly hidden on Tatooine.” A sentence that caused Kylo’s pallid face to go bright red- and he opened his mouth to say something, but all he could stammer out were short little “Uhm”s and “Oh”s- so instead, he just sharply grabbed Hux’s hand, dragging him to his feet and pulling the General into the backroom of the vehicle, giving Phasma the opportunity to move over to Hux’s seat, taking advantage of the free space provided to stretch out slightly, as Rey looked anywhere but Phasma.
So the two of them sat in... almost silence. Due to the muffled moans and yelps echoing from the backroom, it couldn’t be a real quiet. Not quite. Phasma was clearly getting annoyed, evidenced by her foot tapping intently on the ground as she stared off into the vastness of space. “Hm.” Phasma finally spoke, lips hanging slightly open as she thought over her sentence. “I’d hoped they would’ve had the decency to be quiet. Well. If we’re lucky, Hux will gag Kylo soon enough.”
“How… long has… that been a thing?” Rey finally inquired, not looking up from the floor.
“Around five years now. They pretend to hate each other in a desperate attempt to distract from the fact that they’re fucking.” Phasma’s eyes slipped closed as a smile crept up her features. “So of course, I tell all my troops to not fall for their lies. So everyone knows.”
“Who doms?” The question slipped out before Rey could stop it, finally ripping her gaze away to stare at Phasma curiously.
“Hux. His ego is too big to even think about subbing. Drives Kylo mad.” She sighed contentedly, before humming lightly. “You’re going to have to get used to this, unfortunately. They do this sort of thing all the time. I can’t wait to see how Hux deals with not having his boytoy while you and Kylo are on Ilum.”
“I don’t want to see how Kylo acts.” Rey noted, crossing her arms across her chest. “He seems very… impulsive. I can’t imagine what that plus what’s surely the sex-drive of a nineteen year old would mix.”
“Keep a log of his behavior. I want to see what happens.” It was hard to tell if Phasma was joking or not- and as a result, Rey fell back into silence. The captain, who wasn’t terribly attached to the conversation either, likewise went mostly quiet, humming to herself so to drown out the noise.
And it was there they sat, in utter silence, until Hux and Kylo returned- looking much less flustered than how they had been when they left.
Save for the fact that they were wearing eachother’s clothes.
And neither of them had noticed yet.