#aayla: thread

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@hxdrostorm​ (Bly)

They finally had a quiet moment on a pretty planet and Aayla came to sit on the ground next to Bly, chewing on her ration. Brown eyes settled on a few clones further away, clearly excited about what they saw on a holopad that got passed around. “The men have been very interested in the holonet these past few days, Commander.” Aayla had a feeling that she knew what this was about and pulled pink lips into a smirk. Some holo adult film acress probably made a comeback or something. “Maybe I should go take a look and see what the ruckus is all about for myself?”

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@hxdrostorm​ asked: ✨ - for your muse to catch mine shirtless . - Bly for Aayla

She had locked her door, right? Surely she did. Aayla couldn’t remember, but it was muscle memory. The first thing she did after returning to her quarters on the ship at a very late hour was lock the door to assure she can meditate for at least an hour without getting disturbed. 

Her robes were filthy, so Aayla pulled them open and tossed them to the side. Her equally dirty shirt followed suit. The temparture was neither too cold, nor too warm, so she sat down on the thin meditation mat on the floor, finding that putting on a clean shirt was not yet necessary.

But of course she had not locked her door and of course it swished open enthusiastically when Commander Bly entered with a report in his hand. Aayla looked up at him.

Awkward.

She had not yet inteded to present her breasts to her Commander, but the Force had other ideas and who knew, maybe this was a good thing. Boosting morale. “To your right, Commander, is my wardrobe. Would you be so kind as to toss me the very first shirt you can grab?”