planetarium | d.djarin

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Chandrila

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STEAM engulfed the large fresher as Gwyn opened the shower glass door, showering for a second time in that day. Grabbing the plush towel from the hook, she gingerly wrapped the white cloth around her petite frame.

Raking a hand through her sopping wet hair as she exited the fresher and made her way to her almost empty side of the massive walk-in closet. It was a stark contrast to Luke's side, which was filled to the brim of official ceremonial robes, Jedi robes, and flight suits.

Her previous life on the go had conditioned her to keep barely any belongings. And it wasn't like Leia or Luke hadn't offered to fill the shelves with beautiful and ornate clothing, but she insisted that, that handful of clothes she had was fine.

However, this time Leia had surprised her with the gown that was intended for tonight's gala. Covered in a black garment bag, the dress hung on the door; reminding her of the numbing life that she was slowly slipping into as the notorious Luke Skywalker's girlfriend.

Sighing, she slowly unzipped the bag. Inside was a beautiful strapless black velvet gown with a sheer trailing black cape, that was adorned with thousands of small clear crystals that resembled the stars.

Leia really did have great taste.

With gentle hands, Gwyn slowly extracted the gown from the bag and unzipped the back. Letting the ornate fabric pool at her feet, she discarded the damp towel and shimmied into the tight dress up her still slightly wet body.

It was perfectly molded to her body and showed off every curve and asset she had. Reaching behind her, she began zipping up the dress, only to find that her arms weren't flexible enough to reach the top.

"Kriff." Swearing loudly, she twist and turned, trying to get the zipper all the way up. "Shit! C'mon, damnit-"

Cold hands gently landed on her back consequently shutting her up. The sound of the zipper hitting the top of the dress was accompanied with light lips on her exposed shoulder and a large hand trailing up her left arm, causing shivers down her spine.

"You're home early." Gwyn mumbled, breathless from the touch.

"You look..." The voice of her absent boyfriend echoed loudly in the silent closet, ignoring her. "Absolutely beautiful."

Slowly turning around, hazel met the deep blue of Luke Skywalker, who was already cloaked in matching black robes for the gala.

"You look very handsome." And he did. His hair was neatly placed on the top of his head and the robes were well fitted. He looked like a true Jedi Master.

"Are you insinuating that I'm usually not?" He teased.

"I never said that!" She playfully slapped his chest. His lips upturned in a bright smile, laughing at her own distress.

"I'm sorry I was gone all day, the other members have located a potential foundling." He turned and held his arm out for Gwyn to grab on to.

"That's great Luke. I'm happy that you're making progress on your new order." She smiled a small but sincere smile at him. She was truly happy that he was reinstating the Jedi Order and finding new members to train; but that resulted in their time to dwindle with each new meeting, and with each meeting usually meant there was a mission to follow.

"I am too," Luke paused, "but there has been some issues with accessing the foundling."

"Which means?" Already knowing the answer.