ok, you poor sods. Here's a first couple of paragraphs. I don't have enough karma to post on scibophile yet!!!
So, it's fanfic, star wars, and it's romance. Well, it will be.
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She’d never meant to kiss him. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; She’d thought about kissing him quite a lot, just not like that. Officer Lora Pace had walked down a corridor after the end of her shift and found him half-slumped against the black wall, face bleeding and his breathing ragged. His red hair falling uncharacteristically forward over his downturned face, mussed from where his fingers must have run through it. It was a shock to see him like that, he was usually so immaculate, well groomed, the model of a ideal First Order leader. Lora stood as others walked quickly past almost trying not to see their General so distressed. But Pace stood there, awkwardly, unable to walk past.
Broken, he simply looked broken. A trickle of bright red blood, stark against his pale skin, meandered from his bottom lip down his chin. Fumbling in her uniform pocket she found a tissue and held it out like an offering to him. It seemed like such an inadequate gesture for her commanding officer, Lora berated herself, but at least it was clean.
As the white square of tissue reached his line of sight, Hux raised his head and his gaze met hers; Green eyes flaming with pain and anger. Fighting down panic, Lora fought an instinctual urge to run. He was intimidating at a distance, but up close he was captivating, even when bruised and bleeding. She knew the contour of his face almost as well as her own having spent each shift on the Finalizer’s bridge, trying not to look at him and failing. His footsteps had a distinctive sound as he walked down the runway towards the gentle curve of the bridge where she was stationed. When on occasion his green eyes had met hers she’d glanced away instantly, his expression impenetrable as ever.
Lora had struggled to keep calm when Snoke had used the Force to smash Hux to the polished black floor and drag his body like a doll. Her colleague to her left had sensed her panic and laid her hand hers as Pace had moved to turn and stare at Snoke’s huge image that had hung suspended above the bridge and Hux who lay under it. Don’t, was the implied message. Don’t look, don’t see, don’t be seen. Pace had yet to master her First Order colleague’s ability to squash their emotional responses to such brutality, even after six months of being onboard the ship. Nothing in her academy training had prepared her; This wasn’t the Order she thought she had joined.
“For your lip,” Pace stammered as his gaze silently bore into her. Wordlessly she leant forward and wiped the line of blood with the cloth, leaving a red shadow behind.