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"What are your plans for Valentine's Day?"
Kleya looked up blankly from her laptop. The sun was beginning to slant into the coffee shop that she'd been sitting in the last few hours. Across from her, Cassian looked expectant and, even stranger, worried. "Why would I have plans?"
"You're joking."
A beat.
Cassian's expression quickly turned into alarm. He sat up. "You're not joking?"
Sighing, Kleya shut her laptop and sat back with her arms folded across her chest. She could already tell this was going to be a long conversation. "Why are you so concerned about what I may or may not be doing on Valentine's Day?" Kleya asked.
"Because it's your first Valentine's Day where you're actually with someone," Cassian explained. "Not to mention, that person is Mon Mothma."
"Thank you, I am aware of who I'm in a relationship with," Kleya replied dryly.
"I'm just saying," Cassian said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "A woman like that? She's got to have some high standards, don't you think?"
Kleya rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe she'd closed her laptop for this. Kleya said, "Considering that before me, she was in a decades-long, unhappy marriage, I think her expectations are actually rather low."
"All the more reason to exceed them," Cassian argued. Her snagged the last of her scone off her plate and shoved it in his mouth. "You don't want to be like Perrin, do you?"
Kleya shot Cassian a harsh glare. He was only mentioning Perrin to piss her off, and to her chagrin, it was working. "We all know I'm nothing like him," Kleya said. "Mon included."
"What's Mon included in?"
Kleya shut her eyes, taking a deep breath. The last thing she wanted was for Vel to join this conversation. Before she could even begin to deflect, Cassian said, "Kleya doesn't have anything planned for Valentine's Day." With zero hesitation, Kleya kicked his shin and smirked when he swore, hunching over to grab his leg. Cassian flipped her off and said, "Don't take out your lack of plans on me."
"Have you gotten Mon a gift at least?" Vel asked. She down in one of the chairs between them and looked at her expectantly. Kleya said nothing though, and Vel gasped and leaned forward. "Tell me you've at least gotten her something."
"Why would I get her anything?" Kleya replied in exasperation. "Valentine's Day is a vapid, capitalist holiday that means nothing. Surely, Mon knows this and agrees."
Vel only stared at her. "Did you tell her that?"
"She knows," Kleya insisted.
"Mon?" Vel snorted. "Who wasn't even sure if she should say she loved you back? She knows what you're thinking?"
Kleya felt her ears grow hot as she said, "That was not my fault."
"Let's pretend it wasn't," Cassian said. "But even if that wasn't true, this is definitely about to be your fault."
"How?" Kleya finally exclaimed, to which Cassian and Vel only shared a meaningful glance.
Assholes, Kleya thought viciously. The both of them.
. . .
A few days later, Kleya sat curled up on the couch in the living room, laptop balanced in her lap.
Kleya would never admit it, but what Cassian and Vel said got to her. Actually, that wasn't quite true. If she had to explain it, it was Mon who got to her, as she always did.
Even if Valentine's Day was stupid and pointless, it wouldn't kill Kleya to do something nice for Mon. In fact, Kleya was of the rather firm opinion that Mon deserved to be spoiled a little. This could work. Kleya just had to do this her own way. No roses or candies or anything like that.
Instead, Kleya was planning a trip for them, and it wasn't just any trip either. It was a trip to Phothrell. It was an ancient ruin that Mon had mentioned quite a while ago, all the way back when they first began seeing each other. Kleya had asked Mon about her favorite place she'd traveled, and Mon had so easily answered Phothrell. Apparently, she'd gone when she was younger, but it had been a short trip with an impatient tutor who had not cared for her constant questions or eager desire to stay much longer than scheduled.
"I've always wanted to go back," Mon had said wistfully.
"Why don't you?" Kleya had replied.
Mon had only laughed though, saying, "Oh, I don't have the time for that these days."
Now though, Kleya was going to make the time for the both of them.
Not for the first time, Kleya appreciated how meticulously kept Mon's calendar was, using it to pick a weekend that they would both be free for a trip out to Phothrell. The city it was near was only a few hours away by train, and Kleya found a rather nice hotel to stay at as well.
Kleya was in the middle of booking the rental car when she heard the front door open. She minimized the tab as quickly as she could, leaving just her wallpaper. That was hardly any less suspicious, so Kleya half-closed her laptop just as Mon walked in.
"No class today?" Mon asked, glancing at the clock.
"Cancelled," Kleya replied. She titled her head up as Mon greeted her with a kiss. She toyed with the collar of Mon's sweater and asked, "How was your day?"
"Busy," Mon sighed.
"I'll order dinner then," Kleya said. She went to pull up a new browser, only for it to pull up the one with the rental car booking. Swiftly, she all but slammed her laptop shut. "What are you feeling?" Kleya asked.
Mon raised a brow. "You're up to something," she said with an amused, curious smile.
There was no sense in denying it. She'd hardly been subtle. Kleya shrugged and replied, "Aren't I always?"
"Yes, but you so often let me in on the fun," Mon said, leaning in close once more.
Kleya welcomed the kiss, smiling into it. She nipped at Mon's lower lip before kissing her again. As she pulled away, she said,"I'm giving you plausible deniability on this one."
Mon laughed and stood back up. "As you wish, my love," she said. "Just don't do anything that will require me to bail you out of jail."
"I'm not Cassian," Kleya scoffed.
Mon paused. "As tempting as it is to ask what you mean by that, I want a shower more than that story," she said. "Order food and tell me it over dinner."
"I'll order Indian food," Kleya said.
Mon gave her a warning glare. "Nothing spicy," she said. When Kleya merely stared, she sighed and said, "Then at least one dish that isn't spicy for me."
"Yes, Mon, I will get you something for your delicate constitution," Kleya replied, barely dodging the throw pillow Mon aimed for her head.
. . .
A week later, Kleya woke up on Valentine's Day the same way she usually did these days with Mon curled around her. Thankfully, it was cold enough now that the extra body heat was welcomed. It had been absolutely miserable prying Mon off her when it was hot.
Since her alarm hadn't gone off yet, Kleya wrapped her arms around Mon, snuggling closer. She pressed a kiss to her neck and pressed her nose to the warmth there. The sudden cold touch made Mon grumble and try to pull away. Stifling a snicker, Kleya held tight and kept her where she was.
"Cold," Mon muttered, to which Kleya slipped her bare feet beneath Mon's pants in response. "Kleya," Mon complained. She tried harder to wriggle away, but before she could, Kleya rolled on top of her, keeping her where she was with her body weight. Mon finally gave up with a sigh. "You're insufferable," Mon said, voice still rough with sleep. She hadn't even bothered to open her eyes yet.
"You're warm," Kleya replied.
They stayed like that until their alarms went off ten minutes later. Kleya got off of Mon with a groan, staying in bed for a few more minutes while Mon went to the bathroom. It was always easier if they offset when they got ready for the day. There was less bumping into each other.
By the time Kleya walked into the bathroom, Mon had already done her hair and was finishing her make-up. Kleya pressed an absentminded kiss to her shoulder as she walked by, yawning as soon as she pulled away.
Their morning went on without mention of the holiday, aside from Mon seeing Kleya's red sweater and teasing, "How festive." Kleya rolled her eyes at this, but then she pushed Mon up against the counter her and proceeded to kiss her breathless. She would have done this on any morning, but it was nice to have a bit of an excuse for it, especially when their impromptu make out resulted in them running late.
"You couldn't have started that sooner?" Mon asked, exasperated but only half-serious. She reapplied her lipstick as they walked to her office at a quick pace.
"Who's to say we would've ended earlier? Kleya replied with a smirk.
Mon rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as they turned the corner of her hall. However, they both only made it a few steps before they stopped abruptly, staring in confusion at Mon's door. Sitting in front of it was a bouquet of red roses, easily two dozen of them. Slowly, Mon turned to stare at Kleya, who could only shake her head.
Who the fuck got Mon these roses?
Mon picked up the bouquet and found a card that thanked her for her hard work. "Students," Mon shrugged with an amused laugh. "They like to get me flowers every year."
"Students?" Kleya repeated, narrowing her eyes.
"Yes, just students," Mon said. She saw Kleya's expression and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Don't worry about it, love. I'll see you for lunch?"
"I can't," Kleya said reluctantly. "I'm meeting with Luthen about some of my research."
Mon didn't seem to mind though. She merely said, "Okay. I'll see you at home then. Should I pick up something for dinner?"
"I'll cook something," Kleya said. She'd already bought everything, including two wildly expensive cuts of steak that Mon favored but never wanted to buy for herself. She hesitated then said, "Bye."
She began to leave, only to stop when Mon called out, "Kleya!" When she turned back, Mon was standing there with flushed cheeks as she held out one of the roses from her bouquet. "It's unfortunate that I didn't buy it for you myself, but…" She shrugged, smiling shyly. "You deserve something today as well."
Kleya softened and took the rose. She twirled it in her grasp and smiled at Mon. "I love you," she said quietly.
Mon brightened. "I love you too. Now, get to class."
. . .
When Mon got home from work, she immediately poured them each a glass of wine and more or less bothered Kleya while she finished cooking them dinner. Kleya was used to Mon being in the kitchen with her by now though, finding little issue with nudging her out of the way and stealing kisses in between tasks.
As soon as it was done, dinner was devoured, and the dishes were left in the sink for later. Now, Kleya found herself lounging on the couch with Mon. Mon was sprawled on top of her with Kleya's hand buried in her hair. It was a common enough position for the two of them, and it was one Kleya found herself craving these days. There was just something about the weight of Mon on top of her that she enjoyed, even if it was just to relax and talk.
"You know," Mon said eventually. "Vel warned me not to be disappointed today."
Kleya's hand froze in hair. She asked, "And why is that?"
"According to her, you're a boring miser who doesn't celebrate Valentine's Day," Mon explained, laughter evident in her voice.
Kleya made a mental note to tell Cinta that Vel only ate instant noodles when she worked late. The two of them were always arguing about Vel's poor eating habits. Kleya knew the amount of sodium in those noodles would have Cinta lecturing Vel for days.
"Today has been lovely though," Mon continued. She tilted her head up and kissed Kleya's jaw. "Not a disappointment at all."
Kleya hummed and toyed with Mon's hair for a moment. "I actually got you something," Kleya said.
"Did you?" Mon sat up, looking surprised yet delighted. Perhaps Kleya wouldn't snitch on Vel after all. "I got you something as well." She blushed as she said, "I was going to give it to you later though."
Kleya sat up too and ran a hand through her hair, eyeing Mon curiously. "We might as well exchange gifts now then," Kleya said. "Let me get yours. It's in my bag."
"Yours is in my closet," Mon replied. "I'll be right back."
When they returned to the couch, Kleya held an envelope while Mon carried a box, a flatter one like for clothes. It made Kleya wonder what Mon could have possibly gotten her, perhaps a new shirt or sweater, but she knew she wanted to give Mon her gift first. Wordlessly, Kleya held it out to her.
"Is this an IOU?" Mon asked playfully as she opened it.
"Yes, I was out of fucks to give," Kleya deadpanned.
Mon snorted. She pulled out the tickets, eyebrows furrowing as she read them. "Train tickets?"
"To see Phothrell," Kleya explained. While Mon gaped on her, Kleya said, "I booked it for the weekend in a few weeks, along with a hotel and a car. I thought it would be nice, a trip for the two of us. I checked your calendar to make sure you were free, but if you aren't, I can—" Kleya's terribly embarrassing rambling was cut off by Mon's lips on hers. It was a clumsy but passionate kiss that made Kleya just a tad breathless. When Mon finally pulled away, Kleya couldn't help but ask, "I take it you like it then?"
"I love it," Mon said, hugging the tickets to her chest. "Thank you. How did you even think of this?"
"You mentioned Phothrell," Kleya said, eyebrows furrowed. "Months ago when we were out for dinner. That place with the free olives, I think. We got gelato afterwards."
Mon blinked at her rapidly, and Kleya startled when she realized it was because she was fighting back tears.
"What—"
"You remember that?" Mon asked. Her voice was unsteady.
"Well, yes," Kleya replied dumbly, confused by what was happening. "You said you went when you were younger, but your tutor—"
"You remember that," Mon repeated, but this time, it was a statement. She wiped at her eyes and sniffled. "How can you possibly remember that?"
Kleya opened her mouth then closed it. "I remember everything you tell me," was all she could think to say.
Then, that was it. Mon launched herself at Kleya, hugging her tight, while hot tears seeped into her shirt. Kleya hugged her back, letting the full force of her panic spread across her face. Surely, remembering something like that wasn't enough to warrant this kind of reaction from Mon. Kleya remembered all sorts of things about her, like her favorite brand of coffee or her preference to sit on the left side of her.
"Mon," Kleya said gently. She eased herself away and wiped the tears away from Mon's face. "Talk to me."
Mon took a shuddering breath. She held Kleya's hand tightly as she said, "I can't remember the last time someone's remembered anything about me like that."
Kleya lifted their hands to her lips, kissing them, even as she silently vowed to punch Perrin Fertha if she ever got the chance. She was sure Cassian or Vel would help her with that endeavor. Kleya set those plans aside for now though, opting to kiss Mon instead.
Once Mon calmed down, Kleya teased her, "It's your turn now. Do you think your gift can compete with mine?"
Instead of laughing like Kleya expected, Mon jolted back. She scrambled for the box, saying, "I'm getting you a new gift."
"Why?" Kleya asked, baffled for the second time tonight. She reached around Mon, trying to grab the box from her. "Mon, you're being ridiculous. Anything you got me is perfectly fine." Mon continued to to fight her though, so Kleya really only had one option left. She jabbed her fingers into Mon's side. The reaction was instantaneous. Mon let go of the box with a shriek, only to glare at Kleya once she'd done it.
"That's not fair," Mon huffed.
"It's not my fault you're ticklish," Kleya replied without remorse.
Before Mon could stop her, Kleya ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box. She pushed aside the tissue paper, and as soon as she did, Kleya felt her eyebrows rise higher and higher. Mouth half-open, Kleya looked up at Mon in shock.
"Don't look at me like that!" Mon exclaimed. Her entire face reddened as she buried it in her hands. "I didn't think we were taking this seriously." She gave Kleya an accusing stare. "You hate Valentine's Day."
"I do," Kleya said, trying not to laugh. She lifted the scrap of fabric by a single finger and looked back at Mon. "I could learn to enjoy it if this is what it entails though." She grabbed the lingerie with her other hand and grinned smugly. "This isn't my size."
Mon's face took an a shade of red so dark that Kleya would've been worried in any other circumstance. Mon pouted as she said, "No, because it wouldn't be much of a gift for you to enjoy if it was for you to wear, now would it?"
"I do enjoy you in something scandalous," Kleya agreed, letting the lingerie fall back into the box. She set it aside and reached for Mon. It took a few tugs, but eventually, she came closer, and at Kleya's encouragement, she sat herself fully in Kleya's lap with her legs on either side of her.
As she wrapped her arms around Kleya's neck, Mon asked, "Be honest. Are you disappointed that's all I got you?"
"Not in the least," Kleya answered honestly. "Thank you." She ran her hands up and down Mon's thighs, smiling. "You can wear it on our trip."
Mon's embarrassment turned into a coy smile. She sat more firmly in Kleya's lap and asked, "Do you think you can wait that long?"
"I'm very patient."
"You weren't very patient last night."
Kleya chuckled, enjoying Mon's triumphant smile. She squeezed her thighs. "You've been waiting to make that joke all day, haven't you?" Kleya asked.
"I can't help it," Mon said, her smile widening. She leaned in, and their noses brushed against each other. "I love when you want me."
"I always want you," Kleya murmured, just before their lips met. Their kisses were slow yet heated, and Kleya's hands found their way beneath Mon's shirt, teasing at the skin there. "Why don't we go to the bedroom and you can give me a preview of my gift?" Kleya asked in between kisses.
"What happened to being patient?" Mon smirked.
"The fact that I'm waiting until the bedroom is me being patient," Kleya replied.
Mon laughed and climbed off of her. Kleya missed the warmth for only a moment before Mon tugged her to her feet and pulled her close once more. They stumbled their way into the bedroom, kissing the entire way.
. . .
As soon as the door shut behind them, Kleya said, "Change. I've decided I want my gift now."
Mon looked as though she wanted to tease her again, but she stopped herself. She bit her lip and nodded. She slipped inside the bathroom, and while she was in there, Kleya stripped off her own clothes.
Kleya sat on the edge of the bed when Mon came back out, dressed in blush pink lingerie. It was a gorgeous set with flower appliqués tastefully placed and gold thread along the edges of every petal. Kleya watched as Mon approached her, a mix of nervousness and anticipation in each step.
"How do you like your gift?" Mon asked. She perched herself in Kleya's lap once more, and as she spread her legs over hers, Kleya noticed the slit in her underwear. Mon caught her stare and smiled mischievously. "You like it a lot, don’t you?" Her fingers twirled around Kleya's hair, and her hips pressed against hers.
"You're beautiful," Kleya said. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Mon's threat. She kissed her again, letting her tongue flick against her skin, before she bit down. Not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make Mon jump. "And you're mine."
Mon moaned as she held tighter to Kleya's shoulders. She stared down at her with hooded eyes, breath already uneven. "This is your gift, Kleya," Mon said. "You can do whatever you want."
Several ideas ran through Kleya's mind. It was damn near impossible to choose just one, but Kleya simply said, "Kiss me." At Mon's surprised look, Kleya chuckled and said, "Don't worry. I have other plans for you."
Mon smiled and did as she was told, cupping Kleya's face and kissing her. There was no leisure in her kisses now, all of them seemingly set on devouring Kleya with her lips and tongue. Even when Mon did pull away, it was only to kiss her neck. She showed none of the restraint Kleya had done earlier, biting and sucking in a way that would definitely leave marks by tomorrow. Kleya let her, savoring the attention.
Eventually though, Kleya broke away from Mon's lips to bury her face in her chest. She mouthed at her breasts through the thin fabric, biting her nipples over the rough flowers. Mon made to take off the bra, but Kleya stopped her. "Leave it," Kleya told her. "You look so pretty in it for me."
Mon's entire body flushed. Her hands fell away, going back to Kleya's shoulders to hold as Kleya resumed her ministrations. As she did, she pressed her hand between Mon's thighs, dragging her fingers along the open slit in her underwear and humming at the wetness she found there. She easily slid two fingers into Mon and watched as her entire body trembled.
"Kleya," Mon moaned. She pulled Kleya's face back up to hers, kissing with increasing desperation.
Her hips met every thrust, only stopping for a moment when Kleya added another finger. After that, her movements became more jerky and needy. It wouldn't take much longer now. Kleya curled her fingers inside her, again and again, until Mon finally came with a cry against her lips.
Kleya eased her through her orgasm before she pulled away. She cleaned her fingers with her tongue, but in doing so, she knew she wasn't done with Mon yet. Mon liked to tease her that she was insatiable, but Kleya couldn't help the rush she got at making Mon like this, loose and desperate and hers.
Mon was still trying to catch her breath when Kleya said, "I want you to sit on my face."
Mon's eyes flew open, and if she wasn't already flushed, Kleya was sure she would've turned bright red. It was a position that Kleya loved, and while Mon enjoyed it too, she sometimes got shy about it.
When Mon didn't move, Kleya flashed her a small smile and added, "For the final part of my gift."
Mon laughed a little and nodded, "Of course. For your gift."
Kleya moved further up the bed and laid down. She licked her lips as she watched Mon crawl over her. When Mon settled above her face, Kleya ran her hands along her thighs and said, "Don't be afraid to grab my hair."
Mon wordlessly slid her hands into Kleya's hair, fisting it loosely in her hands. "You're mine after this," Mon told her.
Kleya could only smirk. "Whatever you say, love."
Kleya pulled apart her underwear and started slow, stroking her lightly with her tongue and avoiding her clit. It was only when Mon shifted impatiently that Kleya rewarded her by running her tongue over the neglected bud. Kleya loved seeing Mon from this angle and having her on top of her like this, but it was truly the best when Mon fully let go. So, Kleya took her time, working Mon up with teasing licks and sucking until she was squirming on top of her.
When Kleya finally ran the flat of her tongue against her, Mon grinded her hips against her mouth, hands tight in her hair. Kleya moaned against hers and doubled her efforts. She pressed her hands against Mon's ass, encouraging her to ride her face. Quickly after that, Mon came again, and Kleya felt close herself as she watched, face slick with Mon's arousal.
Mon carefully moved back down to lay beside her, and once she was comfortable, she wasted no time grabbing Kleya's face and kissing every inch of herself off her face. When she was done, her lips found Kleya's, and Mon grabbed Kleya's leg and slung it over her own, giving her easier access to push two fingers into her.
"Fuck," Kleya muttered.
Mon's responding smile was nothing short of cocky. She kissed her way down Kleya's neck and took her hardened nipple into her mouth. It was like that that Mon made her come, mouth switching between her breasts, hand insistent between her thighs, and her thumb touching her clit at just the right time.
Kleya shuddered against Mon with a low moan, holding her head against her chest. Mon kissed her slowly as she came back to herself, and when Kleya opened her eyes once more, Mon was laying with her head propped up on her hand, a lazily content smile on her lips. Mon's hand rested on Kleya's hip, still wet.
Leaning in, Kleya kissed her and murmured, "And you thought this would be a disappointment?"
Mon laughed, "Well, it's certainly less thoughtful."
"Just as enjoyable though," Kleya said. She laid there with their limbs entangled, enjoying it while she could. Undoubtedly, they'd need to get up and shower, but for now, Kleya focused on the feel of Mon's skin against her own.
"Still, I think you deserve more," Mon said.
"More lingerie?" Kleya teased.
Mon shook her head and smiled, "I suppose if that's what you want."
"I want," Kleya said. She caressed Mon's back lightly as she said, "Something black. Lacey." She leaned forward and kissed Mon's neck. "Stockings. Garters."
"You've thought about this."
Kleya pulled back and said, "You can't possibly convince me that you haven't."
Mon smiled sheepishly and said, "Maybe once or twice."
"Bring something for me too then," Kleya said. "Surprise me. I'll wear it."
"I think you're giving me too much power now," Mon said. She wore that pleased little grin though, the one that happened when she couldn't believe this was actually happening. "But if you insist." She leaned down and kissed Kleya again, lingering longer than normal. "I love you," Mon whispered.
Kleya pulled her back down for another kiss . "I love you too."