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Their last mission had gone well and replenished the Ghost team’s bank account. Now they were planetside picking up supplies, and Hera had given each team member money for new clothes or personal items. Ezra in particular was growing out of and wearing through all of his clothes, but they all could use new things. Fighting the Empire and fixing starships was tough on one’s wardrobe. The Spectres had split up in the market place to do their own shopping while Chopper stayed with the ship. Hera had already picked up the replacement parts Chop wanted to spend his credits on, and now she was flipping through the discount section of a women’s clothier.
Hera needed new basics. Everything she had was worn and stretched out. They were in a small city on an outer rim planet where most of the population was human, so everything was either white, black, or a shade of tan or brown. When she was younger, Hera had preferred green basics that matched her skin tone. She still did, but she hadn’t been able to find that color outside of Ryloth. Hera hadn’t been back there in years, so she’d been wearing black or white basics for her entire adult life.
Hera grabbed an armful of knit tops with moderate compression and soft, wicking bottoms and headed towards the fitting room. On the way, a rack of deeply discounted, colorful lace sets caught her eye. Hera had never actually bought basics that matched, though since there were only two colors in that drawer, most of her basics coordinated in a way.
Pretty basics were often uncomfortable and a waste of money. Hera wore flightsuits because they were practical, conveyed her skill, and helped her avoid male attention. She did enjoy Kanan’s attention, but it seemed like he thought she was beautiful no matter what she was wearing. Hera reached up to touch a brown set and discovered that this lace was soft and not at all scratchy.
“It can’t hurt to try them on,” she thought to herself. Hera grabbed the brown set and an orange one. Scanning the rack one more time, something else caught her eye. It was mostly white with abstract pink flowers and green leaves embroidered on the lace. The green was really close to her skin color. It was her size. Hera threw the white, pink and green flowered set on top of the armful of basics she now carried and headed to the fitting room.
She stripped down to her own, worn-out basic bottoms and tried on the brown set. Hera could tell that it was meant to match a dark-skinned human, but it reminded her of the color of the leather chestpiece she wore over her flight suit. It was a bit sheer, and the fit was completely different than the compression pieces she was used to wearing.
Staring in the mirror, Hera could see the outlines of her nipples through the fabric. Her usual tops compressed her breasts, making them look smaller than they actually were. This one did the opposite. There was just a bit of geometric lace outlining the sheer fabric. The matching bottoms weren’t much different than the bottoms Hera normally bought in five-packs, they were just prettier and nicer. Hera unclasped the top and turned to the rest of the pile.
The orange set didn’t fit, and Hera winnowed through the pile of her usual discount basics, dividing it into things that fit and those that didn’t, or pinched, or scratched. She saved the flowered set for last.
Hera fastened the clasp around her rib cage. As she slid the straps up to her shoulders and looked at herself in the mirror, Hera adjusted her breasts within the frame of the top. She had never worn anything like it. She slipped the matching bottoms on over top of her own. It was a thong style, which Hera had always assumed would be uncomfortable. It was hard to tell whether it would be or not, but the top made her look spectacular.
The green leaves brought out the green in her own skin. The pink was close to the natural pink color of her own lips. The flowers were a bit abstracted and geometric – almost circles. Between the white background of the lace and the shapes within, it was reminiscent of her lekku tattoos. Hera usually tried to avoid anything that made it look like she had cleavage, anything that might play into stereotypes of twi’lek women. This top emphasized her curves. It had no compression and a lot of lift, making her breasts look higher than usual, rounder, and bigger.
Hera experimentally pulled her flight suit on overtop. Her silhouette was slightly different, but covered up to the neck, almost no one would be able to guess what was underneath. The only person who would see her in this was Kanan. She smiled at the thought.
Kanan didn’t need Hera to wear nice basics to get turned on. It seemed like her voice alone could accomplish that most days. But they’d been together for years, and their intimate moments were now squeezed in between missions and mentoring a full ship of crew members. Hera found herself trying to find ways to keep their sex life exciting. The days of just powering Chopper down and stripping in a different corner of the ship every time were long gone.
Looking back at the mirror, Hera thought that Kanan would like the way she looked in this. Hell, she even kind of liked the way she looked, as long as no one else saw her. It was, by far, the most femme thing Hera had ever worn. In the galaxy she was fighting to build, maybe there would one day be a captain who was unabashedly femme and it wouldn’t make them a target or lead people to assume they were less competent or professional. She knew that Kanan wouldn’t forget that she was an incredible pilot and a leader in the rebellion just because she wore something that made her body look curvier. Hera was also pretty sure it would turn him on, especially if she told him that it was for him only and no one else got to see her this way. He knew that, but he loved being reminded. And one of the things that turned Hera on was Kanan getting turned on.
Glancing at her chrono, Hera realized she’d been in the store a long time. There were still reports to write and contacts to check in with. Hera had overthought it enough. Pulling on her own things, Hera scooped up the flowered set, the brown set, a pack of her usual plain white basics and a comfortable compression top and headed to the front of the shop to pay for them.