cosleia:

Poe blinked as the holographic image of Armitage Hux, First Order general, fanatic, murderer, evil, he was evil, but damn he was pretty, glitched and fizzled and blinked out.

Armitage never contacted him outside the carefully planned schedule that he himself had created and insisted upon, yet he’d appeared now, and he’d been lounging very provocatively across a low couch, and the things he’d been wearing—or barely wearing, really—

One thing Poe had learned early on about Armitage was that he was the type who liked games; there might actually be another guy, and there might not. Under the circumstances, Poe supposed it didn’t really matter.

And so, twenty minutes later, when Armitage sent the text-only message Are we still on?, Poe chewed his lip, ruffled a hand back through his hair, and typed back, Yeah, but next time you’re wearing that for me.