Kira Carsen sighed happily as the hands continued to expertly massage her back.

"Leeha Narezz and Jomar Chul were also among the Jedi who've joined the Alliance." The owner of the hands spoke from above her. "You remember them, right?"

"Mmm-hmm." The murmur escaped from Kira's lips.

Honestly, she really was paying attention. (Mostly.) She'd always liked Leeha, who'd been an old friend from their days together on Tython. And after overcoming a misunderstanding with Jomar prior to their first assault on the Emperor's Fortress (when he had accused Corellan of being destined to fall to the dark side) she had eventually warmed to the Zabrak as well. Especially later, after she had learned of the Jomar's relationship with Leeha, when Corellan and Kira had freed the Nautolan from the Emperor's control. Far from condemning her friend for breaking with the Jedi Code, Kira had whole-heartedly agreed with Corellan that they should keep this discovery from the Jedi council.

After all, by that point in their lives, Kira and Corellan had already been sharing a bed for quite some time. She held his heart, and he held hers.

Now, after six years (!) apart, during which they'd both spent an extended amount of time in carbonite, they were finally reunited, and they had spent all day becoming… reacquainted. To that end, they were back in Corellan's quarters in their old Defender, lounging comfortably in bed, and both quite naked.

After many delightful hours of passionate love-making, Kira was now lying on her stomach at the end of the bed, arms folded beneath her head in a pillow while Corellan sat above her, his hands doing wonders for her neck, back and shoulders, then slowly working their way down to her legs, calves and feet before finally making their way back up again.

His fingers, applying a body oil scented with a hint of Alderaanian nectar – her favorite – may have been callused from countless hours of lightsaber combat and training, and it may have been years since he had massaged her. But for her, through their Force bond, it was amazing. His hands knew where she wanted them to go better than she did.

Kira's conscious mind was honestly quite pleased that Leeha and Jomar were on Odessen, and even more so that Teeseven and Fideltin Rusk, their old crewmates, were with them. Indeed, while he had been gently working her body, Corellan had spent much of the last hour listing the many old friends and allies who had joined the Alliance whom Kira would remember, as well as regaling her with the many opportunities the two lovers could only now enjoy, finally free from the Jedi Council's restrictions.

But right now, her conscious mind wasn't in charge.

"I know this will be awkward. For everyone, probably." Corellan continued, his fingers working at a knot of tension he found near her right shoulder blade. "But trust me. Everything will work out." His thumbs vanquished the knot as easily as his lightsabers had vanquished an endless list of Sith Lords and Zakuulan Knights.

Kira gasped at his touch, even as she was relieved of an ache that she didn't even know she had.

It wasn't fair. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't begin to disagree with him when they were like this. All her doubts and anxieties just seemed to melt away.

Kira could have lied here forever, with the two of them shutting themselves off from the rest of the galaxy.

Of course, it was at that moment when a chime sounded. The indicator for the boarding ramp had gone off and someone was asking to come aboard.

Kira turned her head to the side and let out a discontented groan.

"If that is anyone besides Teeseven," she muttered. "I am going to murder them."

Corellan clucked his tongue with a slight smile, gently rebuking her. Even now, they were already falling back into their old habits. He hadn't been Kira's Jedi master in a long time, but they had always kept each other in check.

Kira groaned again in protest when Corellan withdrew his hands from her body, reaching over to take up the control pad from the nightstand. After a second consulting it, he nodded in confirmation.

"It's him. Looks like he's brought lunch."

Pressing a button to lower the ramp, the Alliance Commander then thumbed his personal communicator to open a channel to their companion. "Thanks, Tee. Come on up."

The former Jedi quickly threw on a pair of shorts, then pulled the thin bedsheet up and around Kira, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he stood up. He snatched up a nearby hand towel and began drying off his oiled hands. Kira, for her own part, didn't feel any particular need for modesty around Teeseven. But she decided she could put off answering the question of whether she could make an Astromech droid blush for at least one more day. Reluctantly, she wrapped the sheet securely around her torso and sat up in bed, leaving her shoulders bared.

A moment later, the door to Corellan's quarters slid open, and their oldest friend rolled in with two enclosed dining trays securely stacked on top of his head.

"Corellan + Kira = Happy?" the droid beeped, knowingly.

Corellan just chuckled in lieu of an answer while Kira laughed. She reached out and patted the droid on the head, right above his primary photoreceptor.

"Missed you, buddy." Kira grinned.

"T7 = Missed Kira, too!" the droid whistled happily. "T7 + Kira + Corellan = Greatest Heroes in the galaxy!"

Kira laughed again. It was so good to be home. This man. This droid. And this ship. This was home for her.

Corellan, meanwhile, relieved the droid of the dining trays, carefully setting them up on the bed for Kira and himself.

"Stay with us for a while, Teeseven." He offered, as Kira tucked her legs under her, checking the sheet.

"T7 = Will stay." the droid beeped. "T7 = Missed this."

Kira exchanged a smile with Corellan. "Yeah, so did we."

The three friends fell into a comfortable silence, Corellan and Kira eating their meal, making small talk.

"How are things at the base, Teeseven?" Corellan asked.

Teeseven's top turned towards the Alliance Commander.

"Lana + Theron = Everything is fine" the droid beeped. "Commander = Not needed until tomorrow"

Corellan smiled slightly at that. "They don't want me worrying, huh?"

"Corellan + Kira + time = Better Alliance Commander" the droid retorted.

"Fine, fine. I'll let it rest." The former Jedi scoffed in false indignation while Kira just smirked.

As the meal came to its conclusion, Tee's 'eye' turned back towards Kira.

"T7 = Has recorded message for Kira." He beeped.

"For me?" Kira raised an eyebrow, turning away from her meal. How many people even knew she was here? Heck, how many of her friends were even still around? "Who's it from?"

"Message = from Vette."

Kira felt a slight ping of affection from Corellan through their Force bond before she could even ask Teeseven the obvious question.

"A friend, I take it?" she regarded him.

Corellan nodded somberly to her. "Yes. Vette's been a good friend. She was with Teeseven and I when we… found you."

Kira swallowed the last bite of her sandwich, her throat going dry. Being frozen in carbonite for more than three years was still a sore subject. And it probably would be for a long time.

I'll get through it. The same way I've gotten through everything else. Kira felt her resolve hardening. She was in her safe place.

Reinforcing the point, Corellan instinctively reached out and grasped her hand, giving her a gentle squeeze. He hadn't lost his touch with this part, either. Every time she felt like she needed something, whether it was strength, or comfort, or just support, he would know, and he would be there.

As she closed her eyes at his touch, she was determined that she would do the same for him.

"T7 = play message?" the droid finally interrupted them.

Reassured by each of them, Kira finally turned to Teeseven. "Go ahead, Tee."

Teeseven's head turned, his projector flickering to life.

The blue-tinted projection was of a female Twi'lek, blue-skinned, with a hopeful smile and slightly nervous demeanor.

She was roughly about Kira's own age, she'd guessed.

"Uhm, hi. This message is for Kira. My name is Vette. I know you don't know me, but I was just calling to introduce myself and say I could show you around the base and everything. You know, when you're free." The Twi'lek shifted her feet awkwardly. "Or if you'd just like to talk, or… whatever. Just let me know. I'll be around."

The projection flickered, then shutoff. Teeseven's head rotated back Kira, as if waiting for a reaction.

"She seems nice." She turned to Corellan.

"She is. I honestly think you two will get along."

"Kira + Vette = make good friends" Teeseven beeped.

Kira chuckled. These two guys – the love of her life and the droid who had been their constant companion – honestly knew her. She didn't know what would happen with Vette or with anything else. But knowing she had these two to help her through the transition made all the difference. She was still anxious about it – Corellan did, after all, now command an entire army of people, most of whom didn't know her – but remembering what was behind it all, that deep down, this was still theirs, gave her confidence.

"Alright, guys. I'll give her a shot. And everyone else, too."

Then she took up her dining tray and Corellan's, setting both aside. "Now, then. I believe that you were busy with something." She smirked, poking him in his broad, muscled chest, playfully.

Corellan grinned, shifting position on the bed. "Gladly. But I think I was just about done with your back…."

Kira's smirk widened into a rather impish grin. "No problem. You can always just turn me over before you continue."

Teeseven's head abruptly started spinning as he reeled off a series of urgent beeps and whistles.

"T7 = suddenly remembers he has places to be!" he exclaimed. "T7 = See friends tomorrow!"

She let out a laugh while Corellan stifled his own as their friend made his hasty exit.

Alone again, Kira unwrapped herself entirely from the bedsheet, then laid back comfortably, gazing up at Corellan with a sultry look.

Corellan grinned down at her, then dutifully began applying the scented ointment to his hands, eyes never leaving hers. As he moved over her, however, he abruptly paused in his preparations, then leaned down towards her, pressing his lips to hers.

Kira returned the unexpected kiss passionately, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Finally breaking the kiss, he smiled down at her. "I love you. And no matter what happens, I promise you, this will all work out."

Kira returned the smile, her cheeks reddening even as she felt a fluttering in her core. She laid back again, folding her arms beneath her head.

"Know something, tough guy? I think so, too."

To: Vette

From: Kira

Subject: Meet up?

Vette,

Got your message. Would love to meet. How about tomorrow, after I see Theron and Lana?

- K

Author's Notes: This wasn't originally going to be quite so fluffy / implicit, but it just happened. I dunno.

Being the new kid in school sucks. I gotta figure what would suck even more is if you were the new kid in school and all anyone knew about you was that you were the quarterback's girlfriend. This is the dynamic I'm exploring.

I like to think I nailed Vette's "confidant awkwardness". Characterization is important to me.

Reviews and comments are always welcome.

Thank you, and May the Force be with You.

- SWTORPadawan