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Once upon a time Kanan had loved seeing Hera in a certain little black dress. It was very appealing without making her look slutty.
Then again that wasn't hard. Twi'leks were known for being a popular exotic fetish because they were close enough to humans that it didn't freak anyone out and different enough to count as alien. And Hera could pull off being alluring without even trying. Kanan remembered when they first met, he had his brain shut off when she had tried to get his DayGlow pass off his neck and she had been wearing something similar to what she normally wore.
So when she tried several heads turned and a few others went up.
That opened many doors and opportunities for her when she needed to talk to powerful people who wouldn't look at her any other way. And sometimes she ended being the bait when they needed to get someone to Hera's employers but that someone wouldn't be…willing otherwise. Or whoever she'd been talking to had gotten a little too bold. That's when Kanan stepped in and dragged, carried, and/or lifted the poor di'kut wherever Hera told him to.
So now, when Kanan saw her wearing a certain tight, backless dress that had a hem line that gave her legs for days and shoes that were impractical for walking let alone anything else, there was only one thought that he had:
Ah damnnit; please don't let him be too heavy.
A/N: I was reading the Star Trek 2009 fic, Tales of a Security Chief, and it occurred to me that if Hera knew about Kirk's weakness to woman she would exploit it. Then Kanan moaned that she did and he told me she had a special dress just for seducing men (and one woman). I couldn't help but share.