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WISH LIST

★ my dark au kink:
+ being captured by the first order and subjected to reconditioning
+ trying to turn him back with the power of gay love and friendship (and possibly failing)
+ he was always a first order tie fighter pilot instead of winter soldiered
+ poe and finn first order murder squad (dynamics if they were both stormtroopers? running away together?)
+ ^ part b: the fam that gets captured and reconditioned together… stays…together…
+ Interesting Dynamics with kylo and hux from dark aus


★ finn stuff
+ what will they do after the war? romantic vacations? homesteading? sending finn's spit to space 23andme?
+ infinite escape reimagining/aus, stormpilot escape room reigning champions

★ rey stuff
+ relationship of convenience because they're both In Denial
+ sith princess rey aus where he tries to save her and/or she turns him

★ kylo stuff
+ infinite interrogating/torture room reimagining/aus
+ ^ part b: stockholm syndrome?
+ We Need to Talk about Leia


★ general
+ honestly anything regarding leia (esp processing grief post-tros)
+ talking about his sketchy spice runner past (possibly playing things taking place during that time in his life?)
+ ^ same for things taking place during academy/new republic tbh
+ i love aus. modern aus, vampire aus, a/b/o aus, let's au the entire world
+ i prefer m/m for poe but am good with most ships

kinks if ya nasty

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[umbraeternam]

Oh, I've countless things in mind. [ she initially replies with a brief smirk.

And oh, how she loves that she actually can follow through with whatever her mind conjures up now that there's no one looming over her, seeking to direct her themselves. ] It wouldn't be much of a choice if I specifically told you what to do, now would it?

I will make good on the promise of a reprieve. That's a real incentive, not an illusion. A reward. [ Because all good subjects and pets need a little reward and positive reinforcement from time to time. It'll be a good one, but she's not going to give him any further details. Just in case she feels his decision doesn't merit the full reward she has in mind. ]

[followhim]

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

[ he knows what she means. what she's expecting. (something sexual.) at least, he feels relatively certain. there's not much room for interpretation.

and he tenses up because, it occurs to him that ... they're in the throne room? is this really the best place for this? but then, it's kylo's throne room, isn't it. and it doesn't really matter, in the grand scheme of things. he's going to feel shitty about himself regardless of whether knights of ren come in to watch or not.

so he lowers himself down on his knees. he took a split second to weigh his options, and decided this was the best one, since it was the one where he'd have the least total contact with her. and could keep his own pants firmly on.

it's at that point he considers asking her to take off her whole pants situation to expedite the process, but he feels like that would end poorly for him. instead, he reaches up to her hips/waist area and does an exploratory feel for buttons/zippers/etc. if he tries hard enough to dissociate, maybe he won't have to put actual thought into what he's doing. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Kylo bites the inside of her cheek in an effort to tame the pleased smirk that appears as she watches him. Just a slight habit lingering from before that hasn't been entirely broken. What could she say? There just wasn't as much thrill anymore in manipulating random troopers or officers. It certainly didn't come close to how absolutely delighted she is at the sight of Poe on his knees before her, and without requiring the use of the Force at that.

Any comments she might have are kept to herself for the time being. There's no need to provoke, not now. Not when he's listening and not fighting.

The pants have a button and zipper closure, although they're rather snug. Beneath are a simple pair of black panties. (the Star Wars equivalent of Victoria's Secret gets saved for special occasions, or at least that's her excuse.) For her part, Kylo doesn't make things more difficult for him. She lifts her hips when necessary so the fabric can be pulled down and out of the way. Nor does she touch him, though it requires restraint.

Her eyes are on him though, following every movement. But she's only looking, not searching his thoughts or seeking to influence his mind. Although if she knew of his wondering at a potential audience she might have considered recalling the Knights. ]

[followhim]

[ he's trying his best to mentally prepare himself for this before he ghosts out mentally. pull down her pants, pull down her panties. there's a kind of mechanical quality to his actions, since passion is not a feeling he's feeling for her right now. he doesn't think he could even be capable of it.

but he does it. when he's done pulling down her pants, his hands stay locked at her hips. and then he goes in, tongue first, looking for her clit. for the record: he has never done this for a woman before. or, anything with a woman before. in general. but he knows enough. the gist of it. and he's good with his mouth. once he susses out a rhythm for strokes, he keeps with it.

with that minimal amount of thought, he lets himself stop thinking completely. white noise and blank space. maybe he's somewhere else. with someone else. it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't have to be here. ]

icon game on point as always

[umbraeternam]

[ As it becomes apparent he's actually going to go through with this she shifts her position, slouching in the throne to better angle her hips for him and parting her legs as much as clothing will allow. After all, it might be a form of torture for him but she does want to enjoy it, and she has nothing to gain from making this particular task difficult for him.

She sighs quietly at the initial touch, smiling a little to herself as she commits the sight before her to memory. It does become clear, however, that he has a certain lack of experience. Something that actually surprises her at first... and then her mind shifts to how she could make it benefit her. An 'apprentice' in the bedroom didn't sound so bad, assuming she had the patience. At the very least it meant there weren't any learned behaviors or preferences from ex-girlfriends for her to do away with.

Eventually one hand moves to wind fingers into his hair and she helps guide him. She does vaguely sense when he mentally checks out, and though it makes her eyes narrow slightly she doesn't force his full attention back. With the inexperience she doubts it would make a difference, at least not in the positive, so she allows it this time. He didn't deserve it, but she knows there will be plenty of time to make him remain mentally present for activities. Plenty of time to teach and show and bend him to her will and whims.

As release nears her grip tightens on his hair, hips lifting toward his mouth. Her breathing's picked up, eyes having fallen shut some time after her head tipped back against the throne. A quiet whine rises in the back of her throat and fleetingly she's taken with the urge to shove him back on the floor and ride him to completion. Only that would break the rules of her little game. He was doing his part, even if he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about it. Her flicker of frustration manifests in the way she holds him close, hips grinding against his tongue as release finally washes over her. ]

i try my best

[followhim]

[ he tries to stay checked out, but something in the way she grips him and pulls his face into her acts like a tether. at some point, he forgets he was trying to dissociate and mentally wanders back. it wasn't what he was used to, certainly, but if he could see her face, the whole thing was almost bearable.

there's a lot going on, on a sensory level. a sharp but pleasant pain from her hand in his hair. spit and her arousal sliding down his chin and getting all over his face as he moves around. feeling her hips as he digs his fingers in.

he's in control. he's the one doing this to her.

as he lets himself get into it, he becomes aware of discomfort in his pants. which is THE WORST THING and the polar opposite of what he wanted to happen. he feels a twinge of nausea with the realization that his body is actively betraying him, but it's drowned out by the loudness of every over sensation. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Somewhere along the way she feels a shift. From just going through the motions to actually trying. She can't put her finger on it but her body certainly notices and it heightens her arousal, and brings her to the edge that much quicker.

Even as she sinks back against the throne she can feel desire still winding through her. More so, actually. He's exceeding her expectations for the instance and it makes her want to stay in the moment, to milk it as long as she can because next time he's bound to fight, and while that will turn her on in an entirely different way that's not what right now is about. Her hand is still in his hair, not holding tight so much as cupping the back of his head. Silent encouragement that his mouth is right where she wants it to be. ]

Keep going... [ It's not much of a demand with the breathless tone of her voice. From anyone else it'd be easy to call it a request and assume there's a 'please' implied.

Her body's sensitive and flush with heat in the wake of release, her breath hitching when his tongue touches her clit. A sweet mix of pleasure and pain that sends a shiver along her spine and makes a soft moan fall from her lips. Her other hand, having been holding on to the arm of the throne, moves to her own body, sliding up over her top to cup a breast and squeeze as his motions cause her back to arch.

She doesn't want him to stop. She doesn't know what she'll do if he does, but truthfully she's not even thinking of that right now. All she's thinking of is yes and more and how good he feels. ]

[bythehand]

[ a gay icon. the inspirational dream. the depression beard of a sad hero. also honestly i forgot about poe's boots completely.

finn is working on his okayness assessment. he has to do up all the pros and cons. like pros, poe is letting him do this at all. poe is warm. better than the floor. between poe and door in case someone does try to start shit. liberal usage of general "is this okay" terms. poe is, he's starting to think, nowhere near subtle enough to be doing this to try to get laid.

cons: ?? Something Will Probably Be Bad Eventually and he doesn't know what. maybe one day his brain will cooperate with him again and let him detail exactly what it is he's always positive is gonna happen. but it's not today. ]

It's okay.

[ he doesn't feel safer, but safer's not the idea anyway. even if he doesn't sleep and thinks about his life, he can do it in comfort.

i say like he's not way overdue for a depression nap and on the one-track road to taking it. ]

[followhim]

[ cut to poe, getting on his knees to suck the d, whispering "is this okay" over and over. like, he is trying so hard not to screw this up, he is actually trying too hard. 100 percent-ing gentle consensual nonsense. (he really doesn't want to screw this up.)

okay. it's all okay. everything is fine. he tries to let himself relax. really relax, not just blank out into sleep from lack of anything else worth doing. buries his face against finn's back. he smells like ... well, actually, probably not that great, realistically, but he's warm and solid and something. alive. that's all that matters.

i wonder who's gonna freak out and push the other out of bed first!!!! ]

[followhim]

[ her verbal encouragement makes it worse. her voice ringing in his ears — he knew it couldn't be the force. it was just her. him making her feel that way. her actually needing him. he tries to get the hang of breathing; it's more complicated than sucking dick. it's a nose situation but also he has to push hard enough with his tongue to get her to move and create a .005-second window for him to breathe.

but he can do it. he wants to do it. he can almost forget it's awful thanks to his newfound sense of control over her.

almost. because while she's intensely feeling all his ministrations, he's fighting his own personal battle. maybe while she's in the throes of passion, she won't notice if one hand ... slides away from her hip ... down to his pants. he's not going to unzip or unbutton. that would be admitting defeat. maybe he can get away with this. this being rubbing himself through his clothing. he can't even think about ruining his pants. ruining his pants is worth avoiding the humiliation of the admission that he got turned on enough to jerk one out in front of her. ]

[bythehand]

[ it's anyone's game, cotton, we've got a time bomb of emotional issues and bad coping mechanisms just waiting to blow today.

warm and alive are... good things. objectively. finn doesn't put any of his valuable stock towards trying to relax in this situation. he's like, if i fall asleep i'll relax when i'm done with the consciousness thing probably. and that's good enough. so his approach is more of a close his eyes, wait for the sleep void to take him. if it happens, it happens.

but he will get there. eventually. at least as far as dozing town. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ There's definitely no use of the Force in this moment. No need for it, which yes, would give her a twinge of pleased surprise when she thinks upon the moment later. There's only the two of them and desire. Lust. Arousal that knows no sides or boundaries -- although there's no denying that those little details enhance things on a conscious or subconscious level.

Wrapped up in her own pleasure, she doesn't yet notice that he has need to tend to his own arousal. She felt the absence of his hand, a brief chill setting in where he'd touched her, but it doesn't register as something needing to be paid attention to. Not when his mouth is still working her over and the next wave of release is building ever higher. It's there for her to notice though if she cares to; a secondary pulse of arousal and need in the energy around them. But her own need is loud in her mind, and she's not often apt to particularly care if someone else gets off. Not unless it's part of inflicting humiliation or mind games, not unless it's of value to her somehow.

Her pulse is racing and she moans quietly, her fingers curling again in his hair. She squirms a little, shifting, and one leg lifts to drape over his shoulder. If he's hating this, she certainly can't tell. All signs point to some level of enjoyment and later she's going to relish in that little fact. And use it against him, definitely. ]

and then i took forever to reply like a jerk 💀

[followhim]

[ yeah, he's taking his time in solitary really well. (he's not taking it really well.) the fact that he actually made progress with kylo and then biffed it with one smart-ass remark plays on loop in his mind. of all the stupid things he's ever done. what was that?

after all that wallowing, he spent one split-second being … excited wasn't the right word. maybe a little excited to see something besides the inside of his cell? that feeling immediately dissipates when he realizes that's it's not kylo dragging him out for more reminiscing about her (their?) mother, but hux taking him to interogation. his entire body stiffens with dread before they're even there. he remembers the way down the hall. he remembers the room. he knows what's going to happen next, blow by blow.

he doesn't know if he can handle it again.

regardless of whether or not he knows, it's happening. the familiar sensation of the probe at his temples. a nice refreshing round of electric shock, complete with blacking out and thrashing against the frame of the rack. his jaw already feels stiff and sore. how much time had it been? it could have been a minute or an hour for all he knows. it's all the same.

his vision swims and comes to focus on kylo. kylo here, about to choke out hux? hopefully? he tries to help the process along, because he's a helper.

he offers, loudly:] I can think of more words for him if you need help.

shush with that :*

[umbraeternam]

[ The sight that greets her is a familiar one. Quite frankly, there's a part of her relieved for that because it means the pilot is in one piece. The General's hate for Poe is well-known to her and she's gleaned more than one torture fantasy from his mind, both in passing and when she's purposely been taking a peek. What she sees before her now makes her think she arrived before Hux really started unleashing his hatred.

And yes, the loud, if pained, commentary from Poe is helpful too. Tells her that at least what happened before she got there hadn't been enough to break his mind. If she weren't so furious at the moment she might have cracked an amused smile.

The air is heavy with racing thoughts and various emotions from everyone in the room: panic, anger, fear, determination, conflict, pain, focus. The current thread of pain at least she can filter to the background (but not filter out completely) because she knows who it belongs to.

Multiple things then happen at once. There's a sense of movement to her left just out of her peripheral view, the mind full of anger and determination (likely belonging to Hux) shifts targets, a commotion begins to stir out in the corridor out of sight, and the Force whispers of danger not to herself. Kylo follows her precognition first, casting her right hand out to toss the interrogation droid away from Poe and into the wall just before it triggers another around of shocks. The droid practically shatters under the force of her anger. Within the next moment she's turning on her heel and stepping backward further into the room, leaning back as well, dodging the lunge from the trooper that had been slightly behind and to her left.

After this little incident is through, it appears she would need to investigate just how many Hux had weaseled into following him. All the more reason she needs her Knights, and needs to increase their ranks. ]

"You are unfit to be Supreme Leader!"

[ Kylo would mock the borderline shriek from Hux but she's busy Force choking the trooper who dared come after her and throwing the body in Hux's direction. While Hux manages to move out of the way, it at least has the desired effect of halting him from drawing his blaster. ]

I've tolerated your insubordination for long enough. No longer. No more chances to prove yourself.

"And who's going to lead the fleet then? You? You can't even bring yourself to kill this rebel scum."

[ While one of the remaining troopers in the room has nervously backed toward the wall and lowered their weapon, clearly trying not to associate with the General's mutinous efforts at this point, the other still has their weapon drawn and aims it at her as Hux speaks. Incensed doesn't begin to describe how Kylo feels.

The commotion outside threatens to spill into the room with the muted sound of blaster fire and a body hitting the closed door. Kylo shifts her focus only long enough to determine several of the Knights are dealing with the remainder of the troopers Hux had specifically brought with him. While her gaze only moves for a moment, it's space enough for Hux to draw as well. She senses the trigger pull though, senses both will fire at near the same time. Her lightsaber flares to life and deflects one shot but can't catch both. The best she can do is move as she blocks the shot, catching the other in her shoulder rather than her chest. Pain flares through her like a lightning bolt and though she staggers Kylo remains standing.

A strangled cry comes from the trooper who fired on her as her empty hand grabs the air and then curls into a tight fist, the sound of bones breaking following their cry before the lifeless body drops to the ground. Hux makes to fire on her again and she rips the blaster from his hands. ]

How dare you... [ As she strides toward him Hux scrambles to grab the trooper's dropped blaster, and she flings him into the wall for his effort. ]

"I should have killed you when I had the chance." [ He sputters, making one more effort for a weapon before she reaches him. It's the last thing Hux says as she runs the lightsaber through his chest. Distantly, she can hear someone breathing hard, and it takes her a moment to realize that it's her. Pain. It's the pain, and the dark flowing through her as the Force compensates for the wound that could have killed others.

Movement makes her spin, pointing her saber in its direction, but it's only the lone trooper left alive, shaking against the wall, clearly expecting to be killed next. They're obviously not a threat, but. But. ]

oh look i finally made time to return to this heartbreak

[traitorwitch]

[ She sort of absently nods, he's speaking but it's not some loud pained declaration so her mind doesn't immediately pull focus from the task at hand. It takes a couple moments for the words to process and though she doesn't pull her eyes away from what she's doing, afraid if she does it'll weaken her focus on trying to heal him, she does finally respond. ]

I promise. For you, I'll always try.

[ The words still come out kind of choked but this time it's as much because of her worry and fear over losing him as it is from pain. She's healed herself in the past, in those darker days, and she's healed minor wounds in others, but this? This is far beyond anything she's tried in the past. Some little voice in the back of her mind -- doubt, probably -- scolds that she shouldn't have bothered when she doesn't know what the cost could be.

Except her heart knows there's no cost too great. She still kind of owed him, after all. A life for a life.

Jasmine wishes she could see what progress is being made but she doesn't dare move her hands. She trusts the Force and It knows her intent, and she can feel that a difference is being made. His breathing sounds steadier and his heartbeat feels stronger. If she can at least do enough to get him to safety and to the medics then it'll all be okay.

Her body sways as the pain grows within her but the Force steadies her and she stays focused. Pain is only temporary. Pain can provide strength. No. That voice gets swiftly silenced by the light. She wouldn't turn to that. Not here, not now, not ever again. ]

screeches

[followhim]

[ he stabilizes, but doesn't really get better. he realizes it, too. it's too much. he can tell that he's barely wobbling on the line between life and death, and it's because jasmine won't let him go. and maybe he should tell her to let go. he knows he should tell her to stop. he's not force sensitive, but he knows she's in pain. he can tell. whatever she's doing is taking all his pain. or maybe it's too much. but she should stop.

this time when he tries to put his hand over hers, his body listens. it's warm. for a second he thinks it's too warm, only to come to the realization that she's warm and he's cold. every simple thought takes all of his focus.

he can't tell her to stop yet because he has more to say. something singular, something important cutting through gray fog. ]

Can you make sure my dad knows? I wanna make sure my dad —

[ i want him to be proud of me. that wouldn't have been the end of the sentence, probably. that would have been too emotionally direct. but that was the intent. ]

[followhim]

[ it takes a moment for him to connect the crashing of the droid to what actually just happened — kylo flinging the droid away from him.

he can't believe what he's seeing with his eyes. (is he hallucinating?) maybe kylo ren is helping him because of that almost-moment, the sliver of a feeling he pulled out of her. the moment where they both shared their feelings about leia.

or maybe it was just out of pure, simple hatred for hux. he'd take that one, too. hard to blame anyone for that.

a third option presents itself after a delay, his mind slowly sorting itself out after being scrambled. maybe kylo ren was here getting hux out of the way because she wanted the pleasure of torturing him to be solely hers.

or … not? he doesn't know what to make of this. you know what he does know? he knows that he especially doesn't like being a sitting duck strapped to an interrogation rack while this (failed) mutiny attempt goes down. all the commotion going on outside, the hum of kylo's lightsaber, while he just sits and tries to press himself even harder into the rack for cover. (that is not a thing he ever thought he'd do willingly. )

and then it's over. like that. so much happened in what felt like less than a minute. kylo came in, she and hux exchanged words, and now hux was dead.

his attention joins hers as she whips around to look at the previously unnoticed stormtrooper. they were the enemy. the answer to this problem should have been clear. especially from where he was sitting, where kylo ren and, by extension, her knights were more or less on his side?

but it was so …

it just felt wrong. his heart was too soft for this. ]

Leave them alone. C'mon, they're not gonna do anything.

[followhim]

[ he's not really thinking anymore. not in any coherent sort of way. he forgets himself; his thoughts are all need and want. too many sensations at once — the sharp but pleasurable way she pulls at his hair. the feeling of fluid, more fluid, she's so wet and it's because of him. pressure from her leg over his shoulder, something heavy but warm.

he feels lightheaded and is fully aware of why. the reason is tightening in his pants.

speaking of that, he's still trying. trying to rub through the fabric, but it's too thick. the feeling is too indistinct. frustrating more than it is relieving. so he has to one-handedly unbutton and unzip, actions shaky and delayed because of his split focus. but he manages. his hand finds its way down under his pants and his underwear and it's such a relief. water in a desert. it would feel even better if he weren't determined to keep his pants at least mostly on, but he's still trying to maintain restraint on that front.

before he can stop or control it (if he even had the mental awareness to), he moans his own moan. maybe she wouldn't hear it, muffled as it was. or feel it. he tries to make up for the lapsed seconds by going even harder with the tongue strokes.

in the back of his mind, buried in the part that's dulled out and muted, he knew he'd been planning to get her off as quickly as possible. in and out, "favor" done. but now ... he wanted to drag it out. just a little longer. just until he could get his. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Kylo stares down the stormtrooper, their panicked mind an open book. They didn't know Hux had any of this in mind. No thought or desire for mutiny was in their head, only fear of death and reconditioning. What was one less trooper really, when they were so easily replaceable?

Still, Poe's words don't go unheard. After a few more moments Kylo lowers her lightsaber but doesn't power it off. ] Drop your weapon. [ The command carries no extra power to it but near immediately their issued blaster clatters to the floor and the trooper makes an effort to stand at attention.

When the door slides open Kylo raises her saber again and shifts position, putting herself between where Poe is and the doorway. The commotion has quieted and it's one of her Knights that enters the room, the same one that alerted her in the first place. ]

"The disloyal troops have been dealt with."

Losses?

"None." [ The Knight surveys the carnage, and the lone surviving trooper. ] "What about this one?"

Have one of the others make sure they report for reconditioning. I'm not going to take any chances. [ She finally powers off her lightsaber and returns it to her belt. ] Send another to search Hux's quarters, he may have been foolish enough to leave a record of those willing to support him. And I want you personally to see that the generals are summoned for a meeting within the hour. I need to determine their loyalty and denote a replacement for Hux.

[ While the Knight ushers the trooper out of the room and leaves to speak to the other Knights in the corridor, Kylo turns her attention at last to Poe. Walking over, she hits the switch to unlock the restraints and gives him a quick once-over. ] Do you feel steady enough to walk? [ The trek to medical will be quicker if she doesn't need to assist him but she will if need be, seeing as she has need to go there herself. Honestly, she wouldn't bother having her shoulder looked at yet but the shot was to the same shoulder Rey hit with the end of the lightsaber (Kylo refused to consider the saber Rey's; it was hers by blood, damn it) which increased the pain and the amount of effort ultimately needed to heal it, provided she didn't solely rely on traditional means. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ The moan catches her attention, and not simply because it feels good. Which it does. The subtle vibrations make her shiver in pleasure and absently she wishes she could hear it more clearly. Kylo lifts her head, forcing her eyes open to look down at him, and her head tilts to one side when she notices movement. Is he... oh. Oh, he is, isn't he?

Not interested, hmm? I think the maiden protests a little too much. She smirks to herself, aware now of the arousal in the air that isn't her own. It's tempting to say something, do something, but honestly what he's doing feels too good for her to want to make him stop in any way. Knowing he's turned on enough to need to touch himself gives her a rush that only intensifies what she's feeling.

A curse falls from her lips as her body quivers, getting close again, her head tipping back once more and eyes shutting to focus on sensation. She holds tight to his hair, her other hand gripping at the arm of the throne, half trying to brace herself against the impending release. Her breaths come quicker and her hips arch toward him, unable to stay still. It's not more than another minute or two before she gasps loudly, body tensing and then shuddering as her climax hits. The pleasure is just this side of pain and she savors every moment of it.

She sinks back against the throne as her body gradually stops twitching and shaking, breathing heavy. Her fingers release his hair but her hand lingers, somewhat absently stroking his hair. It's almost affectionate in the wake of her release. ]

[followhim]

[ just a little longer. he can feel her about to climax, the way her muscles tense, but it's all a secondary sensation. because he just needs a little longer. he's pumping frantically to chase his own feelings, but also out of hope that he can avoid being caught. (despite it being an impossibility either way. why are your pants unzipped, dameron? what's that stain? he didn't think that part though.) just a little longer.

and there it is. just out of tune with her orgasm. escaping notice was a lost cause from the start, probably, but it's finalized here. finalized in the sharp gasp he takes as he pulls his face away. first there are the good feelings. warm sparks flooding his body, the way sound turns to white noise for a moment or two. the warmth flooding his pants that feels nice now, but will feel significantly less nice in a few minutes. he's at least vaguely aware of that.

with that awareness comes a few other realizations that pierce though how suddenly bone-crushingly tired he is. all the spit and arousal all over his face is cold. his jaw is sore. her hand in his hair feels nice, but it shouldn't. nothing about this was okay. now that it's over, his brain comes back online just to to remind him of how wrong this was and how disgusted with himself he should be. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She's warm and content and utterly sated in the moment. Definitely more than she expected to be. Granted, her expectations hadn't been high to begin with but even so, she's had less satisfying orgasms from willing partners. It's nice to know that he's good for at least one thing that doesn't involve flying.

Her eyes flicker open in time to catch a hint of pleasure in his expression after his release and her lips curve into a satisfied smile. It makes her all the more glad she didn't call upon any of her abilities for this. Just simple verbal coercion, though ultimately he chose what to do. She didn't make him enjoy it or get aroused; that's all on him, and she knows neither of them will forget it.

She moves her leg from his shoulder, more out of her own comfort than his, and despite her body's desire to remain languid and slouched she pushes herself to sit up and lean forward a bit. The hand that's been in his hair moves so she can trail her fingers along his jaw, thumb sweeping across his swollen and slick lips before drawing her hand back. ]

Such a delightful mess. [ She practically purrs as her eyes run over him, bringing her hand up so she can lick her fingertips. Her smile widens to a grin as she eyes the obvious result of his orgasm. ] Mmm, glad you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.

[followhim]

[ it's hard to convey the level of hatred he's feeling when he's looking all flushed, messy, and used. but it's there. his eyes narrow; his mouth clamps shut in a thin line.

but he can't say anything. he can't even begin to formulate a coherent response. not one that wasn't as simple as "i didn't." which was a lie. ]

I did what you wanted.

[ that's all he's got. he digs deep, and that's all the remaining braincells at the helm can offer him. maybe he "enjoyed" himself, felt some kind of arousal, but it wasn't because he wanted it. his options were either initiate something with her or have her initiate and end up back in a cell at the end.

although he wasn't so sure what this was going to result in instead, actually. now that he was anticipating the next step in this exchange. it hits him like missing a stair on the staircase — finding nothing where something was supposed to be. ]

[umbraeternam]

Yes, you certainly did. [ She doesn't try to hide how pleased she is at all that's gone on, her grin lingering as she settles back, relaxing once more against the throne. ] I would say you more than earned the reward I promised you.

[ And yes, there's a part of her that's tempted to ignore what she posed to get him to please her and to instead throw something painful at him, but any enjoyment she would gain from that would be of the more temporary sort. There's value here, even if her mind can't fully focus on it at the moment as she savors the afterglow. So she keeps with the rules of her own game.

Her gaze leaves him and she looks to the door, mentally reaching out with her power to bid one of the knights to return. While she waits for them her eyes return to Poe before she speaks again. ]

I promised you a reprieve and reprieve you will have. With an actual bed and a shower, even. I suspect you're keen for that. [ The last is added with a slight chuckle.

When the knight approaches the throne they show no reaction to her half naked state or the smell of sex in the air. She shifts her attention to them and makes a slight gesture at Poe. ] Escort him to the unused officer's quarters down the corridor from my own. He's allowed a meal but see that the door remains guarded and he's not allowed out. If I have to track him down later it'll be your head, understood?

[ The knight bows in affirmation and turns, waiting on Poe to stand. ]

[followhim]

[ he stands, not feeling too happy about it. his knees ache, but he doesn't want to bring undue attention to the fact that he literally jizzed his pants. (can't wait to shower that away. maybe he can try to wash his pants out in the shower, too, because he definitely isn't about to ask about laundry.)

he doesn't dignify anything else she says with a response as he's carted away. he's still trying to mull his situation over (and working through exhaustion to do it.) it wasn't that bad, was it? to enter that stage of reasoning with himself felt like some kind of defeat, but he sure is doing it.

he goes through some kind of mental recap — she spared bb-8. hux was the one who roughed him up, and even that was no worse than a bar fight. she moved him and made him act against his will. she made him have sex with her and disguised it as a choice.

the control was the worst thing, even though it didn't hold a candle to what she'd done when she dug through his mind on the finalizer. it was a stone's throw away from all the other things she's threatened him with. erasing his memories, taking away his every whim. all those things she said. the rewiring was scarier than any physical torture — that at least he felt like he could withstand. he wouldn't like it, but he could still be himself while doing it.

there is literally no better time to take a shower and then go to sleep to escape all these thoughts. who has time to plan an escape when you just want to go to sleep. ]