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“No, leave the bacta.” Kleya sighs. “Who knows when we might really need it. It’s fine. It’s just a scratch.”
Vel lets the cabinet close with a soft thud and looks back over her shoulder. Red wisps of hair falling into her blue eyes.
“Would you let me take a look at it?”
Kleya stiffens. Instinctively.
But can’t think up an adequately scathing retort quickly enough—not before Vel’s crossed back over to her. And taken her injured hand in both of her own. And ever so gingerly drawn it closer for inspection.
She makes a soft, sympathetic tsking sound.
Kleya’s head is spinning.
“It’s pretty deep, Kleya.”
“So what? Would you recommend amputation?” Kleya scoffs, and is surprised when Vel’s half smirk and chuckle in return makes her heart—flutter. A little.
She tries to pull her hand away—or at least. She intends to pull her hand away. But somehow that command doesn’t quite make it from her brain to her muscles. Her hand remains perfectly clasped between Vel’s own. Inches away from her face.
“No amputation.” Vel says steadily. “Just. Sterile bandage and some extra special care.”After an injury, Kleya gets some of Vel's extra special care.
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You Fire Me Up And Then Drop Me Down Cold (Or Is That Reversed?) by write4good
Fandoms: Andor (TV)
15 May 2026
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After a long night on patrol on Hoth, Vel is looking forward to a warm meal with her cousin. She's also hoping. Maybe. That at some point. She might see Kleya somewhere in the icy passageways. That would be enough to warm her up, she's sure.
Meanwhile, Kleya has been avoiding Vel. As best she can. In the long months since Yavin. Because every time she sees Vel, her blood turns hot. And she finds it a little hard not to stare. What she really needs, is a cold shower.
AKA - Mon Mothma is tired of these two idiots trying to dance around the fact that they're in love with each other. So she orchestrates a great master-plan to get the two of them to spend some quality time in Hoth's famed hot springs. (It goes about as well as you can imagine.)
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“Vel.” Kleya huffed again, and shook her head for good measure, “I told you, priestess—not princess.”
Vel bit her lip to keep back a laugh.
“Oh? And what, pray tell, is the difference?”
“Well, for starters,” Kleya began, her voice dipping down low and raspy, “In most stories, princesses are put up on a pedestal to worship—”
“Remind me to tell Leia you said that.” Vel muttered, but nearly choked on the catch of her own breath when Kleya leaned forward and cupped her chin all in one fluid motion—so focused and swift.
Vel didn’t even have time to clamp her mouth shut.
“I was training to be a priestess, Vel. And priestesses—are the ones who do the worshiping.”While hiding out from the Empire, Vel and Kleya are stuck inside during a rainstorm. And Vel gets a tantalizing demonstration on how devoted Kleya as a priestess would be.
*I went ahead and tagged this one Mature because there is some kissing and clothing removed. But it is not deeply explicit -
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Kleya had just told her she was working. Which for her meant it was no doubt a ‘fate-of-the-galaxy’ type mission. And that meant when she said ‘they’ were watching, it most likely meant this seedy establishment Vel had just blindly walked into was probably even more dangerous than she’d realized.
But somehow, what raced through her veins wasn’t exactly fear. It was—something headier and much more primal than that. It was like a live wire. Sparking to life right in her chest.
And Vel found herself digging her fingers into Kleya’s thighs. Holding onto her.
“What do you need me to do?” She kept her voice low.
But then Vel squeaked in surprise when Kleya caught her chin and forced her head back. Forced her to look in her eyes. She looked stern. No nonsense. Still like the Kleya Vel remembered under all this—well, she wasn’t wearing much to hide under, actually. But, it was still as if she was in disguise. But more with her—actions. Her aura. The way she moved.
Someone new and yet—somehow the same. Still as stubborn. As infuriating. As—beautiful as ever.
“Make it look good.”After leaving Luthen's Axis network--Vel is adrift. Without purpose. Then--she runs into Kleya. At a strip club.
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“For the love of—” Vel swore. If she hadn’t already broken so many things this morning, she would’ve thrown something against the wall in frustration, “Kleya, I can see your nipples! You know I can! You’re—you’re not wearing a bra!”
Vel hadn’t exactly expected Kleya to blush or play dumb. She had started to suspect some time ago that Kleya knew exactly what she was doing and maybe even relished the way it always caught Vel off-guard and flustered her.
She was not prepared at all, however, for the way Kleya grinned and leaned back in her chair. So casually cruel with her posturing. The way she crossed her arms just beneath those breasts, making them all the more prominent—practically straining against her shirt. Like a goddamn warning sign.
“This is true.” Kleya said coolly. And she grinned. “What are you going to do about it?”5 times Vel sees Kleya without a bra, and the 1 time she does something about it