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None of Our Business	By : Axolotl555 Category: Star Wars (All) > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Sergeant Erso!”, called Mon Mothma for the fifth time.
“I-I’m sorry Senator”, stammered Jyn, as Cassian quickly whispered something into her ear. Jyn stood up and took a deep breath. It was time for her speech.
“As you all know, it was a miracle we were able to remain here at the Great Temple after the destruction of the Death Star. With a little less luck, we would be freezing our asses in some distant planet far less suitable to host a rebel base – or worse. But our luck won’t last forever. Captain Andor’s intel is very clear: the secrecy of our location could be soon compromised. I support the missions to scout for a new base, but that’s not enough. We should be thinking ahead, both for the survival of our Alliance and for the time when the Empire is defeated. We can’t keep concentrating most of our weapons, ships, effectives, and information in a single place – that’s a terrible strategical weakness. As for the eventual fall of the Empire, it’s necessary to set the social and political basis of a regime free from the slavery and corruption that the Dark rule has brought with it. None of this will be automatically eradicated once we are victorious. Strategical alliances and transformation need to be set in place throughout the galaxy”.
Jyn explained her scheme in detail. The ideas weren’t entirely new: she was gathering different threads that had enlivened debates within the Rebellion for the past few months.
“I agree, Sergeant Erso”, said Leia Organa. Though they hadn’t had much chance to talk, both women knew there was a mutual respect and sympathy between them, partly stemming from the fact that each had been a crucial key to the destruction of the Death Star. “It’s what we’ve been discussing as well”.
“Ehem”, interjected Mon Mothma. “And what role do you propose to play in this, Sergeant?”
“I want to set up one of the satellite bases at the border of the Deep Core. I propose a diplomatic and intelligence mission to start with, lead by Captain Andor, Flight Officer Rook, and myself. We’ve been in contact with Chirrut Imwe and Baze Malbus, who are guarding the sanctuary at Finin. It seems to be suitable for settlement. Following initial fieldwork, we could report back and potentially develop the base along with the mission”.
“Taking your Captain and pilot with you, are you Erso?”, blurted Han Solo with his usual bluntness. Jyn fought to keep the blush off her cheeks.
“Yes”, she replied, her voice stone-cold. “The three of us are to be married later today, in fact. So yes, any mission involving relocation would need to contemplate us sticking together”. A murmured uproar traveled through the room. Cassian wanted to be disintegrated by the Force right there and then. He knew this was necessary and that it was coming, but he really wished he didn’t have to be here for it. Bodhi merely smiled around and fought the urge to grab Cassian’s hand. Jyn didn’t flinch, but the corner of her mouth distinctively turned up, and she was relieved to find warm faces smiling at her as her eyes traveled around the table. Even a few pats and hugs made her, Cassian’s and Bodhi’s way. As the commotion settled down, Mon Mothma raised her hand to get everyone’s attention.
“Very well, Sergeant”, she said, beaming. “Your proposal shall be discussed and settled by tomorrow. General Dodonna, you’re up next, whenever you’re ready”.
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When the meeting was over, Cassian stayed behind to talk to Mon Mothma.
As it turned out, there had been a backstory Cassian hadn’t shared. Although Cassian had grown up mostly without any fatherly or motherly figures, Mon Mothma had been the closest he ever had to that. She had known his parents, and had taken in upon herself to keep tabs on young Cassian – his training, his formal and informal schooling, his partaking in dangerous battles and missions since the most tender age. Although it pained Mothma to endorse the endangering of children, she considered it necessary, especially when it came to intelligence gathering, because they could get ears where adults couldn’t. Mothma never forgave herself for this, though; and she tried to compensate by doing everything in her power to keep those children – especially Cassian – alive. I owe her my life – many, many times over, Cassian had told Bodhi and Jyn.
Cassian had been basically incapacitated for personal relationships for most of his life, and Mothma knew and respected this, but her sense of responsibility over him, and his sense of gratitude towards her never faded. Even through his adult life, Mothma never stopped watching over Cassian and protecting him from a distance, probably more than she will ever let on, Cassian had told his partners.
This explains so much, Jyn had thought.
As Cassian stayed behind with Mothma, Bodhi and Jyn went back to their unit. Each took a shower in preparation for the ceremony. Cassian came in to find them soft and clean, without any clothes yet, just chatting away.
“What are you two talking about?”, he asked.
“What do you think?”, replied Bodhi, as Cassian kissed his cheek. Cassian laughed heartily.
“Hmm, maybe about our brilliant diplomat and how she had everyone in that Council in the palm of her hand? Or how she then casually announced our triple wedding in front of the whole Alliance? Or maybe the fact that we are about to get married?”
They laughed as they recalled everyone’s faces and each of their different inner reactions in that moment. As they did, Jyn spread a fragrant oil on herself, and then a different one on Bodhi. A third tiny blue bottle waited for Cassian, who had just gotten into the refresher. Bodhi had gotten ahold of the essences from a Jedhan old merchant who had been passing through Yavin 4 a few days earlier. They were traditional wedding oils – maybe one of the last few in existence now.
When Cassian came out of the refresher, Jyn oiled him up as well, and then asked, “Would you trim my hair now?”.
Jyn had often admired (and enjoyed) how Cassian kept his pubic hair, and he had offered to do it for her. Cassian smiled at the request.
“Of course. Come here to the mirror, so you can see how it’s done”. He grabbed a kind of double, hinged knife from a leather case. Jyn walked over and stood expectantly. Cassian started trimming, as she and Bodhi watched intently.
“When I’m done, I’ll do your hair, Bodhi. Your hair-hair, that is”. Bodhi smiled and nodded. He had told them how he had started growing his hair as a sort of discreet act of rebellion even before he met Galen. That purpose had been fulfilled, and it wasn’t the look he liked best on himself, so their wedding seemed liked the perfect occasion to change it.
“Done”, Cassian called after a while, as he stepped back from Jyn. She contemplated the final result.
“Wow”, she said. “It looks really good”. She ran her hand over it. “It feels good, too!”, she exclaimed in surprise. “It’s soft, and light, and… I can feel everything!” Cassian laughed.
“It may be a little itchy the first few times, but yes: you’ll love it. And we’ll love it. At least I know I’ll do”.
“Oh, I will too”, assured Bodhi, who had come over and was marveling at how Jyn’s lips were now fully visible through the thin layer of short hair. He placed a soft kiss there. “It’s amazing”, he breathed.
Jyn sighed from the enhanced sensation. It didn’t help matters that Cassian’s handling had left her extra sensitive. “Yeah, but please don’t get carried away now. The ceremony is in less than an hour”.
“Mph”, grunted Bodhi in mock-anger. “Ok. Time for my haircut. Where do you want me, Cass?”
Cassian sat Bodhi on a chair in front of the mirror, and started expertly snipping away with the same instrument he had used on Jyn. Jyn observed him while getting dressed.
“You are seriously good at this. This is crazy, Cass. Seriously, what haven’t you told us?”
Cassian gave her a pained smile. “There is so much I haven’t told you”. Jyn felt her heart drop. She knew Cassian had done awful things, and awful things had been done to him. She didn’t know what portion of it Bodhi and her still ignored, but she suspected it was a lot. She was beginning to regret she asked just before their wedding, of all times, but Cassian continued with a lighter tone. “I was on an undercover mission for almost a year once. I lived as a hairdresser apprentice. I’ll tell you about it sometime”. Jyn gulped. She feared what could have happened during that year to make Cassian fail to even mention it before. Bodhi seemed to be thinking along the same lines, his expression frozen.
“All done!”, called Cassian, breaking the silence. He began brushing Bodhi’s shoulders with a shirt to get the cut hair off his body. Bodhi’s long dark locks lay on the floor forming a large heap. “We’ll clean up later. We have to go”, said Cassian.
Bodhi looked very different with his new haircut. The stubble he had been growing lately added to the effect. Jyn watched him as he put on his formal uniform, up to the fastening of the last strap of his shirt over his collarbone. The elegant, defined features of his thin face, along with the distinguished shape of his head were more apparent than ever.
“Wow”, she let out without meaning to.
Cassian laughed. “I know, right?”
“Really?”, asked Bodhi blushing in disbelief. This time Jyn joined in Cassian’s laughter.
“He’s a lost case”, she said, looking at Cassian. “But perhaps it’s better this way. Who knows what he’d do if he realized how gorgeous he is”.
Cassian and Jyn were also ready. Each of them wore their formal uniforms and their insignia. Shanu Melma, one of the few people who knew about the wedding beforehand, had offered to lend Jyn a dress, but she had outright refused. She hadn’t worn one in her life, and she wasn’t about to start now. Neither Bodhi nor Cassian had found this strange in the least. They both knew Jyn was pure utility, and they loved that about her.
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Aside from Bodhi, Jyn, and Cassian, the only people in the room were the Registrar’s officer and Mon Mothma as a witness. The three soon-to-be-spouses listened to the protocol with understated happiness. When it was done, they came together and leaned their heads together, their eyes closed, taking in the novelty, holding each other, much like they had done the night they had first come together. Mon Mothma wiped her tears watching them, until Cassian pulled her in for a tight hug, and she ended up hugging each of them as she cried some more.
The four of them shared a luscious dinner in a private chamber adjacent to the mess hall. The deliberate combination of fragrances from their wedding oils, along with the spices and wines at the table, contributed to the dream-like ambience as they ate. Bodhi alternated tears and laughter throughout the dinner. Jyn and Cassian weren’t ones to shed happy tears, but their faces revealed what they weren’t being able to contain in their chests.
“Tomorrow will be another big day”, said Mon Mothma before leaving. “When we reach a decision on your proposal, it will be defining, not only for you, but for the fate of the galaxy”.
Jyn held Cassian by the waist, and he rested his cheek on top of Bodhi’s tilted head as they watched her go.
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