Private Of New & You

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette Raaf //:

The morning sun rose over Avalonia and decided to seep through the cracks of a stray curtain. Instead of warming the pillow or the floor of the large bedroom, it shone its hellish, bright warmth on the face of Viers Connory.

Usually, Viers was already up, having run around most of the city to burn off any early energy she had. Even though she wasn't active within any semblance of her order or doing whatever she often did, she still remained fit.

It lingered in her mind what she could do. But that was a conversation she would have with the Princess later. More often than not, Lucy needed the Monk, and Viers always obliged.

This morning was different, vastly different. Viers squinted as the light burst through the smallest crack in the curtains. Her arms didn't block anything, nor did her third arm…

Her third arm?

Viers blinked, the morning grogginess fading from her mind as she looked at the slender arm that had been wrapped around her. She settled back into the soft pillow and looked up at the familiar ceiling. It was only familiar when she was hanging out with Lucy; it was not familiar when waking up to it.

She remained quiet, listening to the gentle exhale of the girl beside her.

Oh.

Eyes returned to the ceiling as she watched it. So last night was real, everything… all of it.

She counted on her fingers how long they had been together, from her understanding of what it was like to be together. The more her thoughts spiraled, the more she felt that budding tug at the core of her chest. Lucy was a constant thought, a reason that she paused and took a moment to breathe.

All she ever wanted was to be near the girl, to hear the sound of her working, the soft sigh when she figured something out, and the way her smile would light up when she showed Viers a new creation.

All of those moments, all of them made her chest tight, and made her want to explode into something. Viers could never really put her finger on it, but the wedding had made the Monk realize just how important Lucy was to her.

Exhaling, she could feel something new lingering in the back of her mind, pulling her to look towards the woman she had just proposed to the night before.

Oh, yeah…

No, she had no idea what it meant, but it made the Princess… Her Princess happy.

"Lucy?" She whispered as she rotated and let the tips of her fingers brush back strands of dark brunette hair from her face.

"Lucy? Are you awake?"

 

[Lucette Raaf]

Viers Connory​

Lucy slept deeply, exhaustion from the night before finally claiming her. The reception, the vows, the music, and then everything that followed, had settled into her bones.

She felt the faint stirrings of Viers beside her.

Beside her.

That was new.

Even half-asleep, the thought registered somewhere warm and quiet in her mind. Lucy shifted beneath the quilted covers, drawing them higher over her shoulder as the cool morning air brushed against her skin. In that hazy space between dreaming and waking, she was aware only of contentment.

She was happy, as far as her drifting consciousness could tell.

Fragments of the night before flickered through her thoughts. Chandeliers. The city skyline. Viers' voice, low and certain. The weight of words spoken without hesitation.

I love you.

She turned slowly onto her side, facing Viers now. Sunlight poured through the window in bold streaks, forcing her to squint as her eyes opened fully. The brightness felt intrusive compared to the softness of the moment.

"Viers," she murmured, the name spoken not as a question but as recognition. Sleep still clung to her voice, low and roughened at the edges.

She shifted closer without thinking, closing the small distance between them as if it had never existed. One hand drifted lazily against the mattress, finding warmth.

The night before had sealed something, hadn't it?

They had said words. Serious words. The kind that carried weight and consequence. The kind that were not taken back.

Lucy understood consequence.

She had rather liked this one.

"Still early, isn't it?" she asked softly, blinking against the light. Her voice was calmer now, though still touched by sleep. "We could sleep more… unless you're hungry."

A faint hint of amusement ghosted across her expression.

"Food may be inevitable."

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette Raaf //:

Hearing her name felt different. There was a hum, a vibration to the way Lucy said it that made it feel more than a name. She didn't answer, not yet, wanting to relish in the moment. Everything that had happened, every breath, turned the lock to her future. Viers had always been drawn to Lucy, ever since that day when she had found her under the table.

A passing moment, one that could have been with anyone — but it was with her. Viers could still remember forgetting that she was in the middle of eating — finding herself admiring the way Lucy watched, amused. That moment felt like a lifetime ago, but Viers could remember every detail as if it were yesterday. But that's how every moment with Lucy felt, even if Viers struggled to remember — she always remembered Lucy.

Lucy moved closer, and Viers welcomed the warmth the girl offered. They had hugged before, but this was again different, a good different.

Viers didn't respond; she listened and smiled when Lucy remarked on breakfast or sleeping in. While the Corellian was hungry, she didn't want to leave this small bubble of theirs. The rest of the galaxy didn't matter anymore; it was just them — here and now.

"We can stay in bed a bit longer…" Viers smiled, "It is pretty early still."

Carefully, she threaded just the tips of her fingers through Lucette's soft hair, remembering the touch from the night before. She hesitated just for a moment, trying to comprehend what they had done. All she knew at the end of it was that they were closer in a way that she had always wanted — without realizing it.

Viers paused for a moment and kissed just above Lucy's brow. It felt necessary for the situation. The need to touch and be close to the woman was unyielding.

More time passed as she lay there, keeping Lucy close. The early morning faded into a proper time, and Viers slowly untangled herself. Sitting up, she paused, keeping the duvet and sheets close, the tattoos and branding on her back hummed lightly with the Force as she contemplated.

"You know," She started, staring off towards the windows of the room. "I was serious last night…" While she was, Viers still didn't understand the weight of it all.

"I do love you a lot. I know I'm not always the smartest, but I want to make you happy." Nodding, she looked over her shoulder, sheepishly, as her mind wandered to the night before. A sudden wave of crimson washed over her skin as she blinked.

"By the way... Did we…" Viers cleared her throat, "Last night…?"

Another pause as her eyes darted around at the evidence of everything that occurred.

"Was it good? I've never done that before…" Her mouth opened, pausing again before another flurry of questions.

"Do you still like me? Are you okay?"

 

[Lucette Raaf]

​

Lucy listened. That was always the first thing she did with Viers, listen. Not merely hear the words, but the pauses between them, the way her thoughts moved in uneven steps when something mattered deeply.

She stayed where she was beneath the covers, watching the play of expression across Viers' face as the monk spoke, the sunlight catching along the edges of her shoulders and the marks across her back. Lucy's gaze lingered there for a moment, thoughtful rather than startled, before drifting back to Viers' face.

When the questions came, all at once, tumbling over one another, Lucy's lips curved faintly.

Of course Viers would ask. Of course she would want certainty. The brunette was more than happy to give her Viers the certainty she wanted. Lucy pushed herself up slowly onto one elbow, the quilt slipping slightly as she shifted closer again. One hand reached out without hesitation, settling gently against Viers' arm, not restraining, not urgent. Just grounding.

"Viers," she said softly.

Her thumb brushed once across the back of Viers' wrist before she continued.

"Yes. We did."

There was no embarrassment in Lucy's tone, no teasing cruelty, only quiet matter-of-fact warmth.

"And it was good."

Her hazel eyes held Viers' steadily as she spoke, making sure the words landed exactly where they needed to.

"Very good." She leaned forward just slightly, pressing a soft kiss against Viers' temple before drawing back again.

"And yes," Lucy added, voice gentle but certain, "I still like you." A pause followed, deliberate, thoughtful, before she amended it. "Quite a lot, actually." She leaned over to whisper, "I love you." Her hand slid up briefly to Viers' shoulder, squeezing once.

"I'm more than okay." A small breath escaped her, almost a laugh. "You appear to be the one conducting the morning interrogation." Then, softer again. "Nothing about last night changes that I meant what I said." Her gaze softened. "If anything… it rather confirms it."

Lucy tilted her head slightly, studying Viers with quiet fondness.

"Now," she added after a moment, voice returning to its dry warmth, "we can either continue this philosophical inquiry…"

"…or we can get breakfast before you begin worrying about lunch." Her hair spilled over her shoulder, "or perhaps brunch options might be more suitable?"

Viers Connory ​

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette Raaf //:

Her touch, her kiss, everything about Lucy was calming. Viers was forever the storm, a whirlwind wherever she went, but with Lucy, things were different. Viers found herself calm, aware of everything around her. She could hear the sound of her breath, the beat of their hearts. With Lucy, Viers saw the galaxy in slow motion.

It was a welcome change in her life — one that she never wanted to let go of.

Even now, the burst of questions, the push and pull of her emotions — all of it slowed to a calming pace. Lucy guided the turbulence that Viers brought, smoothing it into a steady pace.

Viers smiled. She leaned into the touch and the gentle kiss. Whatever she did to elicit this reaction from the brunette was something she'd need to remember. This moment felt good, but so did last night. A different kind of good.

"I love you too." Her eyes settled on the woman beside her, and with every breath she took, Viers watched, memorizing each small movement. She was always good at that, reading the way someone moved, as if it was burned into her mind.

Small bits of memory flashed in the back of her mind, the sound of bated breath, her name whispered gently, touch…

Viers felt her face flush, her ears following in suit. She hoped this wasn't going to happen every time she looked at Lucy. Remembering last night so vividly in potentially inopportune moments could spell disaster.

She kept her gaze focused on the wall… No, not that wall… the duvet, no, that's even worse…

Viers had no idea where to look, so she looked back at Lucy and just nodded quickly.

"Brunch is a good idea." Viers tried to focus on food, not the burning desire to…

Without a second thought, Viers leaned over and down towards Lucy's face. She hesitated for just a moment, listening to the sound of the other girl's breath. She liked this moment, the one where Lucy realizes what was coming next — the anticipation…

A small smile curled her lips as she leaned into her lover and kissed her. It was enough to silence the memories, the vivid thoughts and images of the night before.

Pulling away, Viers began to escape the tangled mess of blankets.

"Brunch means I can have steak? I'm… starving." Her stomach growled, and she groaned along with it.

"Is everyone still here because of the wedding… should I leave your room before you and you come later?" Viers didn't think of the aftermath of everything; she had learned that people talk in these big houses…

"I'm not going to be in trouble, right? I just… I just saw you naked?"

Viers began to pull up her pants from the night before… where… where were her socks?

"Oh... Is Kaivaan Raaf here? You think if I beat him to the kitchen I can get his special food?"

For some reason, the worry about being caught sneaking out of Lucy's room suddenly faded.

 

[Lucette Raaf]

Viers Connory
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Lucette chuckled softly, the sound light and warm as it slipped from her lips. Morning light filtered through the tall windows, catching in her hair as she watched the flush rise across Viers' face.

She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Viers' lips.

"It is a wonderful idea," Lucy murmured, her voice breath-soft as she drew back just slightly.

Only, Viers leaned in again, and the biomancer found she had no interest in resisting. If anything, she encouraged it, meeting her halfway with quiet ease.

"Mhm… steak and eggs," She added, a teasing note threading into her tone, "with potatoes, no less."

She watched Viers pull away, the corners of her lips still curved faintly upward. At the question, Lucy shifted in the bed, the sheets rustling softly as she moved. She swung her feet over the edge, toes brushing against the cool floor, grounding herself in the morning.

"Sadly, most will have gone by now," she said, smoothing a hand absently along the coverlet. Beyond them, the distant hum of the city filtered faintly through the glass, Avalonia already awake. "This wasn't like the private ceremony Ivalyn held on Crystal Nest. That was… contained."

A small pause.

"This was for the state," Lucy continued, glancing back over her shoulder. "For the public, essentially. Ivalyn wanted them to see it. To share in it."

She hesitated only briefly as Viers asked her question, earnest, uncertain.

Lucy turned fully then, expression softening.

"No, Viers," she said gently. "You will not be in trouble."

Her tone carried quiet certainty, leaving no room for doubt.

"What happened last night… happened between two adults who very much wanted it to happen." A faint warmth touched her expression. "It was beautiful."

A beat.

"And it was ours."

Lucy exhaled, the tension of the question dissolving as easily as it had come. A small, amused breath followed.

"Kai is almost certainly not here," she added, a hint of fond exasperation returning. "If I know him, he's halfway out of the system by now, on his way back to Genesia with Granny."

She glanced back toward Viers, that quiet, knowing smile returning.

"You can absolutely have his special food."

 

[Viers Connory]

//: Lucette Raaf //:

Viers listened as Lucy confirmed that she wasn't going to get into any trouble. The breath she held escaped her lips as she sighed with relief. The last thing Viers wanted to deal with was being scolded for something. Too many times before, she had found herself in situations where someone somewhere was scolding her. Thankfully, ever since meeting Lucy, she had been able to avoid that…

"That's good, your parents…" She paused and weighed her words carefully before finishing.

"They're terrifying."

She nodded faintly, adjusting the pants she was halfway through putting on. Lucy continued speaking, but Viers' attention drifted somewhere else as she carefully glanced over towards her newfound lover. As Lucy slipped to the edge of the bed, Viers felt something in her chest tighten with a sudden new awareness.

Now that she had noticed it, she couldn't stop noticing it.

Heat crept up the monk's cheeks, over her ears, and down her neck as memory caught up with her. Her gaze followed the line of Lucy's back, lingering there. She remembered how Lucy had felt against her. Viers studied the woman on the bed, starting to feel her mouth dry as she parted her lips.

Last night had changed something. She could feel it in the way her thoughts settled, in the way her body moved toward Lucy without thinking.

Slowly, Viers stopped dressing, her mind focused on something more than brunch.

The bed dipped under her weight as she moved closer. Her shirt hung loosely from her shoulders, buttons mismatched and half-done. The cuffs slipped past Viers' wrists as she settled behind Lucy, close enough to feel the warmth of her, close enough that she could hear the quiet rhythm of a heartbeat.

Lucy was still talking. Viers barely heard the words.

Unhurried fingers moved first, gently brushing Lucy's hair aside, letting it fall over her own hand like silk before guiding it from her shoulder. Viers let her touch linger, letting it graze lightly against skin that still felt warm from sleep.

She leaned in, her lips pressing softly against the newly exposed curve of her shoulder, testing, tasting the moment rather than rushing it.

Her voice lowered, quieter now, her breath catching in the back of her throat.

"If everyone is gone… then... there's no reason to rush to the kitchen."

She didn't move away.

Instead, she let the silence sit between them, waiting, before her lips found Lucy's shoulder again. This time slower, with reverence.

The kisses traced a gradual path upward, following the curve of her neck, as if memorizing it. Her arms slipped around Lucy's waist, not to pull, but to keep — to hold her there.

Lucy was everything.

And in this moment, she became the only thing that mattered.

 

[Lucette Raaf]

Viers Connory​

Lucy stretched languidly beneath Viers' touch, the warmth of the bed and the slow pull of morning settling around her. The faint mention of food lingered somewhere in the back of her mind, distant but persistent. She had not eaten since the night before, and her body was beginning to remind her of it in quiet, insistent ways.
Still.

She chuckled softly, the sound low and breath-warmed. "They can be intimidating, certainly," Lucy said, voice easy, "but they are not so terrifying once you get to know them, Viers." The room was quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the city beyond the glass. Sunlight spilled in through the tall windows in pale gold bands, catching against the edges of the disheveled bedding and the curve of her shoulder.

Then there was the unhurried trace of the Monks' fingers. Lucy felt it immediately, a shiver slipping down her spine before she could stop it. Her breath caught, subtle but unmistakable, especially as Viers lowered her voice.

"Viers, you…" Lucy exhaled softly, the words dissolving for a moment before she could gather them again. "You are incorrigible."

There was no real reprimand in it.

Only recognition.

Only want.

The silence between them stretched, quiet and charged, and Lucy found herself turning fully toward her. It was not a decision so much as inevitability. She leaned in and kissed her Monk, soft at first, then with quiet certainty.

"I am willing to continue," Lucy murmured against her, voice low, measured and already slipping. "Perhaps… we arrange for room service."

Her arms lifted, looping loosely around the brunette's neck, drawing her closer. Whatever thought had been forming beyond that vanished entirely, replaced by warmth, by proximity, by the simple fact of her being there.

The space between them seemed to narrow to nothing.

The room softened, stilled.

Lucy felt the mattress give beneath her as she settled back, the covers shifting with her movement, sunlight catching briefly across her face before falling away again. "You know," she began, breath unsteady now, her composure thinning at the edges, "you and I…"

Her voice hitched, betraying her.

"…could keep doing this," she finished, a quiet laugh escaping her despite herself, "or we could have food."

She exhaled, somewhere between amusement and surrender, very clearly fighting a losing battle with her own will.

The bed was too comfortable. The light too warm. The moment too… easy.

Her fingers tightened slightly where they rested against Viers. "We can go one more round," Lucy said, as if negotiating with herself as much as with Viers, "but then we both need to eat."

A small, breathy smile followed.

"Wouldn't want either of us becoming… unreasonable."