When they'd both recovered from what was much more tender than it usually was, Liri glanced over at him where he was holding her hand to his chest. "What was the nightmare about?"

"You can't leave me again." His hand tightened on hers, then laid it palm down on his heartbeat.

"I'm not going to," she promised softly, his fingers brushing his chest in time to his heartbeat.

He pulled her to him and kissed her gently. "I can't even handle dreaming about it, Lir."

"Rev, I promise, I'm yours," she moved over then, holding him down and kissing him. "You are mine," she murmured against his mouth. "I love you."

They moved from kissing into other things slowly, but Andronikos broke first, his hands tight on her. He understood Pella's desire then. He wanted to mark Liri, the way she'd marked his back. He wanted to know she was his.

"Tonight," she whispered, picking up on what he was thinking somehow, in the way she often did. He nodded against her chest and they went on.

Andronikos put his mohawk up carefully, every strand perfectly placed. He shaved the rest of his head clean and then shaved his face carefully. He stared for a second into the mirror, his eyes catching signs of wrinkles, even at his age. After a beat, he pulled the towel off his neck where he'd put it after his shower and wiped the water off his face.

He opened his locker and rummaged in the back for the stupid cologne he'd swiped months ago. It still smelled alright, so he put a little on. He shook his head at himself in the mirror and then smirked. He was getting married today. It was so strange, but it was marriage to Liri, which felt good.

He stopped in the room he was getting changed in, since Liri was in his quarters.

The Alderaan noble suit he'd picked up was hanging up across the room and he sighed, looking at it. It was the closest thing to formal wear he was willing to wear though and the nod to Alderaan made sense to him. He ran his hand down the side of it. Maybe their original wedding, with her in that revealing armor and him in his duster, maybe that was more them.

He shook his head, some part of her wanted this and he knew that making her happy would make him happy. As weird as that sounded, him getting to be happy. He wondered why he wasn't allowed near the hangar, where they were having the wedding. He'd have to see it at some point anyway.

Jorif came in behind him, already in his suit. Jorif and Xalek's suits were a lighter blue than his and Andronikos reflected briefly that maybe he should have gone with a different color. Jorif gaped at him, "You're gonna be late."

"Not like they can start without me." Andronikos smirked, "is Liri ready yet?"

"Well, no," admitted Jorif.

"Then I'm fine."

"Khem Val is pissed."

"At what?"

"That he's not in the wedding."

"I'm not putting a Dashade in a loincloth in the fucking wedding and we talked about it. He said it was fine."

"Well, now he's pissy."

"Put him and Decimus next to each other, that should calm him down. He can whisper to Decimus about eating him."

"You're such an asshole." Jorif grinned in appreciation. Andronikos took the pants down and started to pull them up his legs. "Commando on your wedding day? Really?"

Andronikos shrugged, "Feel free to go grab me underwear from my room, but I have a feeling when these pants come off, I'm not going to want to take my time to get those off too."

"I'm not going to your room right now," Jorif shivered.

"Pella?"

"And Ashara. I never realized how pushy that girl was."

"If you touch her, I'll kill you."

"Noted. Pretty sure she and Xalek have something going on, anyway."

Andronikos paused, his pants fastened, "What?"

"She and Xalek."

Andronikos started to frown, "How do you know?"

"Just a hunch. The way they interact, the way they touch. If nothing is going on yet, it'll probably start."

"I need to talk to him before that."

Jorif snickered. Andronikos shot him a quelling look as he reached for the jacket. Jorif inspected him. "Those are way too tight to not wear underwear with. I can practically see your veins."

Andronikos sighed, "Fine, please go get me some?"

"Liri'll know where?"

"Yeah."

Jorif headed out.

Andronikos pulled the jacket on and spent some time figuring out how to get it fastened up right, time he was glad he was alone for. He didn't want anyone to see him all nervous and fumbling with his clothing. That done, he stood in front of the mirror for a moment. The mohawk with the formal wear didn't quite match, but he definitely looked like himself. He grinned. He hung his towel up and took a deep breath. He wondered what Liri had ended up wearing. She wasn't huge into dresses, but the few times she'd let him take her out some place nice, she'd worn dresses that had ensured he'd rushed dinner.

He sat carefully on the bed in the room and took another deep breath. They'd be getting married soon. He was quite blown away by the whole thing. She'd be married to him legally. He'd be a Darth's husband. For a minute he wondered how he could use that to get free stuff and then shook his head.

Decius had to have figured out that they'd have to change their raids now that he was officially Liri's husband. The Republic would know immediately. He wondered if Decimus cared or was just going to absorb them as his own forces.

Not things he needed to worry about now though.

The door hissed and Jorif came back in, handed him underwear and said, "She's about done."

"I am too," he said, stripping his pants off quickly and then getting his underwear on, the pants back up quickly as well. He put on the shoes and stood in front of the mirror. Jorif clapped a hand on his shoulder.

"You ready?"

"For years."

They walked down the hallway together, silently. He'd wanted this for so long and now it was here. He smirked briefly, he bet he could talk her into kids now. He'd been thinking about children for awhile now. He'd pictured them even, although he'd never known if it was even possible between them. There had to be options. They'd never worried about it because Liri always cleaned up with lightning, but maybe now. He took a deep breath and approached the doorway to the hangar. He glanced at the bulkhead he'd taken her against when she'd first come back to him and his thoughts focused. He was marrying her today.

"She'll be here any minute," Jorif said.

They'd opted to walk into the ceremony together, since you didn't give a Sith away and he didn't think much of tradition.

Pella came around the corner then, with Ashara and they both looked beautiful in the pink dresses. Andronikos bowed to them and Pella ran up giggling, "You look like a prince!"

Andronikos rolled his eyes, but carefully kissed her on the cheek. Ashara threw her arms around him and giggled something excited. He detached her gently and kissed her cheek also.

Then Liri rounded the corner.