Pellaeon tugged at the high color of his dress uniform for the umpteenth time in the past half hour. It really didn't seem any tighter than his usual uniform's collar, but it was certainly stiffer and felt like to was slowly strangling him.
He turned to face Thrawn, who stood next to him in similar dress, with the expression of someone who was being put to death.
"I hate this."
"Hush and let me look at you," Thrawn said with a smile as he ran his hands down Pellaeon's arms. "I never get to see you dressed up."
"That's because I look ridiculous in this get up."
"Hush." Pellaeon rolled his eyes and was about to tell Thrawn off, but the hands that grabbed each side of his face and the pair of lips that met his shut him up. "You look handsome and dignified, Pellaeon. There's nothing ridiculous about how you look."
Pellaeon huffed softly and his eyes shifted off to the side. Embarrassed, and slightly pleased despite himself, he found that he was unable to look Thrawn in the eye. Especially when he felt his face slowly heat up in a blush.
"Three hours, and then we are done for the evening." He kissed one corner of Pellaeon's lips. "After that you can wear whatever you want." Another kiss to the opposite corner. "Or don't wear whatever you want."
He finally pressed their lips back together, a tad bit rougher than the first time. Pellaeon pressed a hand to Thrawn's chest to push him off, and tried to ignore how his face only felt redder. "All right," Pellaeon replied, but not without a smile. "Let's get this over with."