Disclaimer: As per usual, I own absolutely nothing.

Author's Note: Posting out of order yet again, as this is my most recent ViCia drabble. Was a request written for my friend Fuyu no Sora's birthday yesterday, and I wanted to upload it here as well because I liked it a lot as its own story. Edited the opening a bit, so hopefully the situation is more clear for those who read it on AS.

Lutecia grimaced, adjusting her collar and taking a moment to undo a few buttons. She was thankful that the dance had finally ended, and that she was back in the safety of her room for the time being. She'd had fun at the event, of course, but… well, some of the younger girls from Vivio's school had spent way too much time noticing the older woman in a suit. It had certainly made things at the whole event rather interesting at several points, and she was glad that it had passed.

In any case, she was back home and had finally taken off the more restrictive parts of her outfit, grateful for a moment alone. Vivio had come back to the apartment with her, mostly due to the late hour and the fact that it was dark outside; it had been Megane's suggestion that she stay over and wait for Fate to come pick her up instead of just walking home, though Lutecia knew that really, the danger wasn't that someone would attack Vivio, but what Vivio would do to anyone who tried to attack her.

Shaking her head and sighing, she blew out a long, relieved breath as her muscles relaxed, brushing loose strands of purple hair out of her face. Briefly checking her watch, she stepped back and headed outside, deciding to go and get a drink from the kitchen. It would be safe, for the moment; she wasn't exactly in her best appearance, but Vivio was busy with Burning Glory and probably wouldn't notice her.

It wasn't like she was walked around naked, but… well, Lutecia still thought it said something when she wore an unbuttoned white under shirt and black pants, the tie still loosely around her neck.

Or maybe that was just her hyperactive imagination.

More like your overactive imagination…

And she squashed that thought before it could even fully form.

Resolving to not even think about anything else, Lutecia finally opened the door of her bedroom and stepped out, closing it softly behind her and heading down the hallway, years of training making her light on her feet and impossible to hear. She reached the entrance to the kitchen and stepped inside.

And froze when she came face to face with Vivio. The younger woman froze almost comically as well, a can of caramel milk lifted to her lips, almost in mid sip.

"Ah…." Lutecia's throat went dry, and she tried to remind herself again and again that she wasn't walking around naked, or even in the bare minimum for clothing, but that didn't help the fact that she was stripped down more than she would have liked. She swallowed slightly. "Hi, Vi," she squeaked out.

Vivio continued to stare, not even bothering to respond to her girlfriend's timid greeting. She finished her caramel milk and set it down on the counter, never once taking her eyes off the older woman. Lutecia was starting to squirm a little in place, not sure of what the honey-blonde had in mind, and if possible froze even further when Vivio stopped short in front of her by a few inches.

"U-um, Vivio?" The purple-haired woman didn't dare move as the younger girl studied her for a moment, a small smirk curving her lips before she reached out. Lutecia stiffened as Vivio's fingers lightly, gently closing around the tie she still wore, a small gesture that made the blood in Lutecia's body heat slightly. She didn't sense any real seductive intent behind the touch, but….

Um, my brain, it's kind of shutting down…

Finally, Vivio smiled up at her girlfriend, still gripping her tie lightly. "Hey, Cia?"

Lutecia gulped slightly and prayed it wasn't audible. "Yeah?"

"You should wear ties more often." And with that, Vivio left the kitchen as she heard a knock on the door, indicating Fate was probably there to come get her.

The summoner stood there for a good minute or two, dazed, before she blinked.

"… Wait. Why should I wear ties more often?"

Poor, poor Lutecia. Wise in some ways, clueless in others.