Private Red & Blue

[Aloy Vizsla]

The Recluse, Outbound from Kestri.
2115 Hours, Galactic Standard Time. 877 ABY
2.5 Months after the events of "Wolf's Den".

Aloy Vizsla sat at the edge of her bed. A large king-sized bed adorned in a warm fur blanket from some hunted beast, which still somehow outshined by the warmest thing of all; Tan'yill Vizsla .

Together with her wife, Aloy had been preparing for bed that evening aboard the ship. From a nice bath in the rather luxurious jacuzzi installed by the now dead Apollyon The Betrayer , To carefully applying Synth-flesh over her prosthetics to allow her wife contact with warm, soft tissue rather than cold metal. She wanted everything to be perfect tonight. It would be one of the few nights they had spent together in months, after all, both in same bed with newfound freedom from the bacta tank.

It was also the first time in the past month that Aloy had let her daughter, Tae'l Vizsla , out of her sight. Ever since the incident on level 1313, Aloy had refused to leave her side since being allowed out of the bacta tanks for short visits. Thankfully, they were both out of those wretched tubes now. The whole ordeal had seen Aloy to smoking cigarras again, even. Anything to ease the stress a little.

Of course, there was one more reason she wanted everything to be just right this evening. With Tayl on Coruscant to visit the Jedi Knight Iris Arani , This would also be the first night of true privacy they could enjoy in years. Not that their daughter wouldn't learn eventually, but the Ex-Matriarch of Clan Vizsla wished to discuss her plans with her wife first. Hammer out the details, so to speak.


"Blue...? I've been thinking"

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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Blue entered the refurbished bedroom of the mighty cruiser that she and her wife now called home, clad in a black floral night robe made out of fine satin and carrying two glasses of Daruvvian champagne. After what their family had gone through, they could spend some credits on just themselves for once. An evening sharing a decent dinner made out of the well-stocked pantry of the passed away Apollyon The Betrayer , and spending the night with the greatest and most beautiful fething woman in the galaxy... That was something Tan'yill had missed that indescribably much. Having a droid crew certainly came in handy tonight.

"Blue...? I've been thinking"

Tan strolled over to Aloy, offered her the flute of delicate sparkling wine, and sat down beside her. She leaned in close to the redheaded mandalorian beauty. Close to her neck, savouring the familiar and comforting scent that was Eau de Aloy. A scent that she had missed to go to sleep to, as well as to wake up to.

''If you bring up any politics tonight, I'm sleeping in the crew quarters...'' Tan whispered into her wifes ear, before nibbling sensually at it. Force knows she loved this woman beyond comprehension. Leaning back, she offered her beloved a toast. ''Cheers to us, and for thinking.'' she added, before taking a sip of the wine and tasted it thoroughly. ''What's on your mind, love?''

Aloy Vizsla​