"You wanted to see us, General?" Leera asks General Hux after entering the console room where he's standing, his back against the entrance.
He turns slowly, his look dark.
"Your mission failed," he says sharply. "I don't have time for failures."
Leera looks down.
Mara looks straight ahead while her friend and fellow First Order Sergeant takes General Hux's rant on how this massive operation doesn't have time for things to go wrong. That there's too much at stake.

"Sergeant Mara, please leave us. Ren wants to see you," Hux says.
Mara nods and takes her leave, while leaving her friend to face the rage of the General, but she catches him saying "I'm glad you didn't get hurt" to Leera once they're alone.
Mara smiles. The General might act as uptight and strict as much as he wants, but she knows he can't keep up the act around her friend. Their relationship erases any sign of rank and order.

---

Mara swallows hard before entering the room where Kylo is, his cloaked back facing her.
She clears her throat.
"General Hux said you wanted to see me," she says carefully, afraid of his fury that normally follows a mission gone bad.
He turns, his moves menacing.
She flinches in fear.
His hand fly out, his fingers forming a grasping claw, pulling her by the force towards him till his actual hand is around her neck and she can't breath.
His brown eyes lock on hers, flaring with darkness, consumed with so much hate and anger.
"Just end me quickly," Mara tries to say while gasping and stuttering for air.
Kylo slams her into the console table, her back aching while countless buttons and controls dig into her backside.
"I'm sorry," Mara manages to say.

Kylo loosens his grip some, his eyes softening some too, imminent wrath withdrawing from his simmering stare.
"It was an ambush. We lost 3/4 of the troop. We barely made it out alive. The thing you wanted was almost impossible to get a hold of," Mara says.
"Almost?" Kylo asks, letting go of her neck altogether.
Mara smirks.
"Almost," she replies, sticking her hand inside her jacket and pulls out a chip.
Kylo's darkness vanishes completely while taking the item from her hand.
"You know I hate to lie to my friend and watch her take the heat from General Hux," Mara starts saying.
"We all know what kind of heat she's taking from Hux," Kylo shrugs. "Well, it's impossible for me not to notice their little fling." He looks at Mara, his brown eyes scanning her quickly, before returning his inspecting stare to the chip in his hand. 
"Yes," Mara sighs, finding it hard to swallow again, thinking about the fact that Kylo knows about Leera and the General, that he can sense things like that, but she can't stop her mind from thinking she could use some "heat" herself.

Kylo stops studying the chip and looks up at Mara, feeling a change in her aura, a certain longing. The very thing he just said he could notice, have been noticing, but ignoring. Not just from Hux and Leera, but from Mara herself. A conflicted emotion.
It's a familiar longing, but also something he's learned to suppress since it's supposed to be something he should not want.
He should only want power. The power of the dark side.

Mara knows Kylo's dilemma all too well, that this twisted thing she got going with him can't be anything but... She doesn't even know what to call it. At one point he wants to kill her, and she fears for her life, but every once in a blue moon he's actually smiling his quirky smile at her, his way of telling her "job well done" or "keep up the good work". A smile that is saved only for her. 
At the end of the day she is his slave, and he is her master. She's bound to him by duty, and a hidden desire. 

If Kylo could only use his rage for something good, to do her good, she wouldn't mind so much. Mara knows he's 99% violent anger and that she's his primary target to channel it, but even though she hates to feel his grip of death closing in on her at least once a week, she feels sorry for him, that he has to deal with so much hatred.

General Hux got Leera to work off some of that rage. Though their relationship is a secret, Kylo just revealed that he knows about them. He knows a lot of things. Even deeply hidden ones.

Kylo puts the chip in a container inside the console board. Then he looks into Mara's eyes.
"That chip is our secret," he says.
"Yes," Mara agrees, thinking it's about time she got down from the console table.
Kylo stops her, using his powers to freeze her moves.
"Don't go just yet," he commands.

The door behind him closes in a swift swish.

Suddenly he grabs Mara's legs, pulling her towards him, her behind bumping over the buttons, her lower half colliding with his pelvis.
He eases his power that's holding her, wondering how she'll react.
They lock eyes.
Kylo's unsure what to do next, though it's quite obvious what will occur, what he's set in motion, as they both lean in closer.

Kylo's eyes are filled with struggle, knowing that his learning has taught him not to give into this side.
Lust in not prohibited among siths, but passion can only lead to peril. It's his desire for a darker power that's lead him down this perishing path in the first place.
Mara feels his strife.
"The dark side is all about being seduced," she says. "To take what you want. To do what you want."
Kylo's lower lip quivers.
Mara wonders if it's with rage, if she's about to encounter his anger again.

The only thing Mara encounters, are his lips as he kisses her with such force, she finds it hard to breath for a completely different reason than his usual choke-grip.
Stunned, she finds herself kissing him back, putting her hands around his neck, fingers tugging at his night black hair. 
She doesn't let herself even consider what's actually happening as they kiss fiercely, lips crushing hard and colliding ferociously. 

Kylo breaks free, panting. He looks like an untamed beast, his eyes wild. Wild with lust.
Mara hears the sound of his lightsaber. She can see it glow red in her peripheral vision.
She never should have pushed him to stray from his training. She'll pay. Pay with her life.

He hovers his saber over her, the red, humming laser giving his look a borderline insane twist.
Mara swallows hard. 

"Just end me," she pleads. "I can't do this anymore. I can't be your fucking punching bag. It hurts too much. My heart can't take it no more."

The lightsaber cuts through her uniform, the fabric splitting open down the middle. In his deranged way, he's undressing her.
He switches off the saber, his hands feeling their way inside Mara's ruined uniform, his hands sliding up to her shoulders, pulling the jacket down her arms, exposing her chest.
He gazes at her breasts before leaning in, but decides to have at her neck first, kissing it sloppy.
Mara leans her head back, feeling his soft lips pressing against her skin.
His kisses are warm and wet, his full lips feeling so wonderful against the slope of her neck, before they find their way down to her breasts.
He bites, licks and kisses. He grabs, pinches and fumbles, exploring and testing what makes her moan.
Everything makes her moan.

Kylo looks up into her eyes before removing the remaining destroyed items of clothing, leaving her naked on top of the console table, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin.
Mara sits up and starts tearing at his clothes to even out the odds some, making his pants come undone, kissing his jawline, nipping at his neck while doing so.
His manhood feels so hard and huge, and she's getting impatient to free it from his trousers.
His complicated jacket comes undone, revealing a toned and muscular chest, and then finally, his cock comes into view as his pants drops to the floor.

Kylo pushes Mara down on the table again, her shredded clothes working as a petty blanket on top of the buttons.
Pulling her closer by her legs again, he rams himself into her wanting womanhood, making her mewl loudly.
Kylo grunts, his manhood stretching her.
His thrusts are relentless, but Mara expected nothing less, and craves it, moaning rapidly by every powerful impact between their lower halves.
She tries to sit up to kiss him, but he holds her down, leaning over her instead, kissing her deep and aggressive.

He glides his shaft into her faster, bringing them closer to climax, his pelvis banging against her clit, loading her weapon of pleasure, counting down to launch time.
Mara digs her nails deep into his back.
His jacket came off at some point during the act. An act of utter madness.
She scratches his skin, biting his left shoulder. This is the closest ting she'll ever get to revenge, to leave her marks of passion on him. To scar him with love and lust.

Kylo grabs her crazed arms, pinning her down on the console table. He fucks her so hard, so fast, Mara screams in both pleasure and pain.
The pleasure part wins and she moans loudly as she comes, detonating around him. So does he, growling over her, coming inside her.

"Ahhh," Mara purrs, breathing heavy after the final impact.
Kylo lies on top of her, his heart pounding rapidly in his chest.
Mara strokes his hair as he rests his head beside hers, his breath hot on her neck.

He raises his head to look at her a few minutes later when they're more calm and collected, his skin sweat against hers, their bodies still hot.
"Mara," he starts saying. "This has to be our secret too."
"Of course," she says, placing a strand of black hair behind his ear.
He gives her a final sultry kiss, sealing their sinful secret before pulling himself out, starting to get dressed.

"Uhmmm, Kylo, I don't have anything to wear," Mara says after getting down from the table.
Kylo looks at her bare skin, a crooked smile on his lips. He puts his cloak around her shoulders, covering her.
He grabs her chin with his thumb and index finger, making her look up at him.
"You're my light inside the dark," he says, his deep, brown eyes ignited with something else than rage for once.
Mara smiles, her heart thundering at his words, at the words leaving her mouth; "And you're my all-consuming darkness, the power who holds my heart."
Kylo towers over her, but for the first time since they met, she's not afraid of him.
He leans down and kisses her. He holds it for a small eternity, his lips possessive and passionate. 

"I gotta go," he suddenly says, like breaking away from her spell. "I'll see you soon." He kisses her forehead before leaving the room rather urgently, the door swishing shut behind him.
Mara hopes it's not some symbolic in that shutting door, that Kylo doesn't deem what just happened between them a mishap. Will he conceal this depraved deed of desire in a dark cell deep inside his even darker soul?

---

Mara's still standing there, the powerful presence of him lingering in the room.
Surfacing from the sudden pleasure dive Kylo pulled her into, reality hitting her with brute force, she sways on her feet, her back aching. It will probably turn both black and blue, but what they just did, was, and is, worth any pain that's been inflicted and probably will be inflicted on her body.
Kylo's a wild, powerful beast, and she's not gonna tame him. She'll continue to be his punching bag, or banging bag, for whatever rage or urge he needs to handle.

Mara opens the door to the console room looking up and down the corridor. Nobody's in sight. Kylo might want to keep them a secret, but slicing open her uniform and dressing her in his cloak doesn't leave much to the imagination.

She sneaks back to her quarters, her unwearable uniform in hand, hoping Leera's still taking Hux's heat...