cosleia:

“You like coming here, bending over for the whole ship?”

he asks mildly, tugging off his gloves to let his fingers dance lightly over the ass that has presented itself so nicely for him.

“Normally,” responds a muffled voice that sounds, of all things, bored, “people aren’t this talkative.”

“You insolent slut, I’ll have to teach you a lesson,” Hux sniffs, and he rears back and brings his hand down to give that ass a violent smack.

Hux is pleased to receive a shuddery gasp in response, but he’s not so pleased to then hear the voice huff out, “God, Hux.” He’s been recognized—whoever this is will have to be sent to reconditioning—but then they keep talking: “You found me, you found me, I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” and Hux staggers backward in shock, because he finally recognizes the voice.