The Force Won't Save You (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

Briar stood in their living room, looking over an Imperial poster hanging on the wall as she waited for Alexis. She wanted to walk to their State of War meeting with her, Trilla having to leave much earlier in the morning to attend to other duties. But, they'd had a nice morning that consisted of Trilla allowing her to fully dress her for the first time in their relationship.

It had been very intimate and open, gaining small touches here and there as she pulled on Trilla's sports bra for her. Then came the undershirt and her tailored gray pants with a hook and eye closing to hide the closure of the pants. Briar's hands had slid and squeezed gently as she pushed the undershirt into the pants to tuck it in, earning a few giggles as she unintentionally tickled her wife.

The red striped long sleeved gray jacket had been next, tossing the item around Trilla's shoulders to get the woman to snake her arms into the openings. Her hands had pulled the jacket closed around her wife, a softness in Trilla's eyes as she allowed herself to remain present. The Second Sister had not been allowed in to ruin their moment. The jacket diagonally zipped shut followed by a Velcro enclosure to hide the zipper. The belt was slipped around Trilla's waist, the two sections clipping together with a loud snap over the jacket.

"Do you want a balaclava or a neckseal?" Briar had asked, watching the Inquisitor stare at the two pieces of clothing in either of Briar's hands. Trilla pointed towards the rubber neckseal.

"The neckseal. The balaclava messes up my hair." Briar couldn't help the laughter that erupted out of her, shaking her head. Trilla was truly something. "What? Why do you prefer a balaclava?" The Inquisitor questioned as Briar stepped closer with the soft rubber neckseal.

"Because I hate putting these on and taking them off. They're a pain in the ass." As Briar spoke, she stretched the rubber neckseal, hoping to loosen it enough so it wouldn't catch on her wife's hair. Trilla bent at the waist towards Briar, holding her head still as Briar gingerly pulled the neckseal open wide and began the tedious process of getting the damn thing over her head. Her muscles ached at pulling the rubber wider than the material wanted, fighting to keep it open wide enough as she slipped the neckseal past Trilla's ears.

The job was significantly easier as she near Trilla's jaw line, her hold loosening as the neckseal was fixed to the base of Trilla's neck. She pushed the material down to slip into the collar of the Inquisitor's jacket, rolling up the top to rest just at the top of wife's throat. She watched as her wife's throat adjusted to the tightness of the neckseal, moving her throat muscles to get comfortable.

The red and black gloves were next, first pushing Trilla's right hand into the correlating glove. Trilla pulled at the leather to get a tight fit before holding out her left hand. The chief of war lifted her wife's hand towards her lips, kissing over her wedding band before slipping the leather glove over her hand. It was tightened by the Inquisitor as Briar pulled her knee-high boots from the closet.

Trilla was directed to sit on the bed, Briar squatting down to assist her with the boots. As she absentmindedly watched Trilla slip her foot into the boot, she asked a question to break the silence. "Did you design your uniform? Or are they chosen for the Inquisitors?" Briar's fingers pulled up the side zipper, slipping the zipper to hide underneath a red leather tab at the top to conceal it.

"Oh darling, you think Emperor Vader put me in this? Have you seen his uniform? He thinks the lights on his chest computer count as accent colors."

Briar looked up from zipping up the other boot. "What... what does the chest computer do?" She knew she shouldn't have asked, but Trilla had peaked her interest.