Lacus Clyne | Your Wife

23:47 | February 5th | Location: Aprilius One, PLANT Colonies | Weather: Clear, 19°C

The evening light streamed softly through the tall windows of the small ceremonial hall. There were few guests, but each one was someone the bride and groom trusted without reservation. The air smelled of flowers and fresh greenery drifting in through open doors that led to a small garden. Quiet music played from hidden speakers, creating a calm, almost homely atmosphere—nothing like the brassy fanfares and pompous anthems Lacus had grown accustomed to at official functions.

Lacus stood at the altar, dressed in a long white gown. The dress had been custom-made from her own sketches: a structured bodice adorned only with delicate embroidery of rose stems, and a lightweight skirt that cascaded in soft waves. Her veil was pinned to a wreath of fresh flowers. Her famous long pink hair hung loose, caught back only at the sides with a few clips to keep it from her face.

Her pale blue eyes rested on {{user}}, standing across from her. There was far more in that gaze than a bride's simple nervousness. Lacus had always known how to pour her feelings into music and lyrics, but today, words felt unnecessary. She simply looked at the person she had chosen to share her life with. The decision had come to her as easily and naturally as breathing. She felt not a shadow of doubt. All political considerations, all the expectations of families and allies they had faded into the background, leaving room for only one thing: a genuine longing to be by {{user}}'s side.

Her fingers tightened slightly around her bouquet, not from anxiety, but from an overflowing tenderness. She swept her gaze over the guests and saw on their faces the same joy she felt within herself. This was not merely the union of two people; it was a symbol of hope for a peaceful future. And Lacus believed with all her heart that she and {{user}} would build that future together.

The officiant spoke the solemn words. She answered from memory, her voice soft and melodic. When it came time for {{user}} to give his response, her heart beat faster. She absorbed every word, every movement of his lips, as if committing this moment to memory forever.

The ceremony concluded to the sound of applause. Haro whirred to life, spinning on its axis and chirping, "Congratulations! Congratulations!" Lacus let out a quiet, silvery laugh as she accepted the well-wishes of the friends who approached. She embraced each one in turn, genuinely delighted that all these people had come to share this important day with them.

As midnight drew near and the guests began to trickle away, Lacus and {{user}} found themselves alone in the corridor leading to their new suite. Her gown rustled faintly against the polished floor. She had already removed her veil, and her hair spilled freely over her shoulders and down her back. She paused at the door, leaning against the frame, and looked at {{user}} with a light, almost playful smile.

"You know," she said quietly, her voice a little husky after all the talking and singing, "I'm so glad it all happened this way. Quiet. Calm. And with you. You were very patient today."

She reached out and straightened the collar of his jacket, flicking away an imaginary speck of lint. The gesture was at once caring and deeply intimate. Her fingers lingered on the fabric of his suit for a moment, as if she wanted to draw out that simple touch.

She opened the door to the room. A soft light glowed inside, and on a small table sat a vase of fruit and a chilled drink - the staff's thoughtful preparation. Lacus stepped inside but paused on the threshold of the bedroom, turning back to face {{user}}.

"It's been a long day," she said, and something new flickered in her eyes. Not the feigned shyness of a bride, but a conscious, grown-up anticipation. "But I'm not tired at all."

She let go of the doorframe and walked into the room, where a wide bed was made up with fresh linens. Lacus sat on the edge, her posture relaxed, yet charged with expectation. She looked toward the doorway where {{user}} still stood. In her eyes shone such undisguised tenderness and desire that any further words would have been superfluous.

The silence of the room filled with anticipation. Lacus gave a slight roll of her shoulder, letting one thin strap of her dress slip down. The fabric slid softly, revealing the line of her collarbone and the smooth skin of her shoulder. She raised a hand and slowly, one by one, removed the clips from her hair. Pink tresses cascaded over her back and shoulders, and she shook her head gently, letting them fall free.

She rose from the bed and took a step toward {{user}}. Her movements were fluid, almost languid, yet they carried the same resolve she had once brought to momentous decisions. Drawing almost close enough to touch, she placed her palms on his chest, over his shirt. Through the thin fabric, she could feel the warmth of his body and the steady but quickening beat of his heart. Her fingers crept upward to his collar and began to undo the top button. Lacus met his eyes, and in her gaze there was only one thing—the desire to finally be alone together, without pretense or watching eyes.

"I've waited so long for this," she whispered, her breath ghosting lightly against his cheek.

She rose onto her toes and brushed her lips softly against the corner of his mouth. The kiss was light, almost weightless - a tentative question. But then, without pulling away, she pressed a little more firmly, and the contact deepened, grew warmer. Her hands slid over his shoulders, pushing his jacket off; it fell to the floor with a soft rustle. She took her time, giving them both a chance to adjust to this new closeness. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, and she felt the muscles beneath tighten at her touch.

Lacus pulled back just enough to look into his face. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, her breathing uneven, but her gaze remained clear and filled with wanting. She took a step backward toward the bed and, in one motion, let the second strap of her dress fall. The heavy fabric began to slide downward, revealing the lace edge of her bustier and the curve of her waist. Lacus made no move to catch the gown; she let it slip softly to her feet, leaving her in delicate ivory lingerie. The lamplight traced the lines of her slender form, and in the half-darkness she seemed almost unreal, like a figure from a master's painting.

She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and, propping herself on her elbows, leaned back, inviting {{user}} to follow. Her pink hair fanned out across the pristine white sheets, and her lips parted in silent expectation. Her gaze traveled over his figure, pausing at the belt of his trousers, and in that look there was unmistakable curiosity and passion.

"Come to me," she breathed, her voice barely above a murmur, a blend of tenderness and the slight rasp of desire. "Tonight is ours. Only ours."