A Rare Day Off in Lastation

													A Rare Day Off in Lastation

	Usually you find yourself on the opposite side of this event, an event which your fiancée is asking your opinion on several key issues. From her panicked state you would normally do all you can to ease her worries but this time you don’t, for those “key issues” happens to be what set of high class formal dresses to wear to a certain soon-to-be sister-in-law’s birthday party. This woman in question is Noire, the Goddess of Lastation and your future Wife. How you two came to be an item is a story for another day. However on this day at two in the morning Noire has several high class outfits carefully laid out on the bed you two share. “I’ll say it again, Anon,” she says, “I NEED to look my absolute best for Uni. Anything less than that is disrespectful and you know I don’t aim for second best!” Of course you know Noire wants nothing less than the best, especially for Uni, but this is overkill. To top that off, everything this week that could interfere with Noire’s schedule, did, so here you are.

	The task at hand is choosing what she’s going to wear. This wouldn’t be difficult if she were wearing anything more than her lingerie. Her dark red stockings and half open gown that’s tied by a black frilled bow just under her cleavage are nearly see through given her close proximity to you, then her panties that match her upper and lower wear that’s equally frilly, you swear she must be oblivious to how little they actually cover. “-And then I could go with my black formal dress that I usually wear when I do diplomatic meetings with the other Goddesses but that’s so plain…” You snap yourself out of your momentary stupor; Noire is fretting over the formal wear you’ve seen her wear a few times. You finally speak up and tell her that Uni requested the party to be between her friends so there is no need for her to go overboard. Noire looks at you with a mix of agitation and contemplation. “Anon, but ...” she says, almost like she is trying to find an excuse to continue the ‘Battle of the Wardrobe.’ You speak up once again, telling her that the others will wear their usual clothes if not something equally casual. Also the last time she wore something elaborate to a casual event not only did she flaunt it like she was the show stopper but she actually stopped the show because her lace got undone and a part of her skirt came loose and fell to the floo- “STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP, LALALALALALALALALALA!” Noire shouts as she shakes her head with her hands over her ears, you smirk devilishly, earning a sharp look from Noire for forcing her to remember that embarrassing event. “Whatever, it wasn’t such a big deal. No news of that got out anyway.” Of course that was both you and Kei flexing your political muscles to make sure nothing “leaks.”

	“Well I’ll take your advice and just wear my usual, Anon. B-but are you SURE that Uni wouldn’t mind. I mean I know she wouldn’t mind it just that it’s her birthday and her sister should dress to show her appreciation right?” You smile and tell her that Uni said she just wanted you to be you. While Noire’s cosplay is certainly top notch that’s not what Uni wanted for her birthday. “Yeah. Maybe I am overthinking this. That still leaves the clothes all over the bed.” You both look at the all the formal wear on the bed. Now you both notice all the more raunchy sets of clothes, namely the undergarments that were to match with the costumes on the bed. There are A LOT of them. “W-well the night is still young… And Uni’s party isn’t till the afternoon so we still have enough time to put these away and get enough rest to prepare… Heh…” Noire doesn’t seem all that convinced but you both get to work anyway. As you grab and neatly fold and/or hang the clothes you remember once upon a time where Noire would freak and stammer when you caught her cosplaying or you saw her in than her less than proper form and she would blow a fuse but went to apologize because she knew you didn’t know, now you casually watch as she cosplays and she doesn’t even care if you see her lingerie carelessly strewn about the place and feel a sense of accomplishment of the progress you both made in your relationship.

	After the adventure that was putting away all of Noire’s clothes you both immediately went to sleep. Later in the day as you wake up from your eventless sleep you feel the pressure of a certain someone’s arm around your chest. You turn to find a sleeping Noire nuzzling against your shoulder and hugging you tight. This of course has your arm trapped right in between her cleavage, just as planned, you think to yourself. Using your free arm you go to gently stroke her head as you run your fingers in her hair. She stirs slowly then wraps her legs around you as she tries to get your hand off of her head by shaking it, which of course wakes her up. As she comes to, you continue to rub her head gently as she smiles and hugs you tighter. This continues for a few more minutes until Noire decides it’s time to get up, aww there goes your boob cushion. “Come on Anon, its time to wake up and prepare for Uni’s greatest day!” She says as she energetically poses. Giving you a lesson on boob physics you silently appreciate.  Noire grabs your arm and tugs you out of bed with surprising ease as you both begin your morning routines.

	Later that day in Lastation’s Basilicom, one of the Common Areas was closed off and used for the stage for uni’s party. Noire had organized everything herself including arranging the other Goddesses arrivals, without Uni’s knowledge of course. Noire looking just a bit tense watches the door slide open as Uni walks in unaware of the “SUPRIIISE!” that greeted her. The other nation’s Goddesses all gather around Uni, congratulating her and giving her their support. Among the hustle you can hear Noire talk as she boasts about the assets of the party. ”Of course it’s only the finest cake in Gameindustri!” “Vert you can’t even find cloth this good!” “Puh-lease the games on your system is trash compared to the games Lastation has on our console!” Classic Noire. You wonder how long before some cosmic event makes her eat her words.

	While you wait for the inevitable you look at Uni and her group of friends, You see Nepgear, Rom, and Ram talking and musing about themselves. Uni’s face beams as the girls hand her their presents, she sets them aside on the nearby table as she continues conversing with them. Figuring it’s about time to gather everyone to eat before the food gathers dust you move towards the center and gently ding a drinking glass with a fork to get the attention of the girls. You suggest we eat and properly celebrate Uni’s birthday then squabble about who is better at what later, which earns a chuckle from the Candidates. After the obligatory birthday song and cutting of (and eating) the cake, Uni goes to open her presents and as you would expect there is a bunch of firearms related material, minus the gifts from Lowee which were a bunch of clothes with camo patterns in Lastation colors. The gift from Noire seems to have gotten Uni’s attention the most but as Noire was handing it over Neptune got your attention briefly by calling your nickname, “Plot Important NPC.” One day, very soon, she will call you by name so help her.

	After the festive dies down Uni wants the Candidates to sleep over, which they get approval for, meanwhile the Goddesses have all left to return home. Soon Noire gets some of the Basilicom staff to start cleaning up and after they start working You approach her. “Hey Anon, it’s been a pretty good today hasn’t it?” Noire looks at Uni and the other girls having fun, playing games and discussing tomorrow’s activities. You nod in agreement. “Hah, it was a tough week but it was all worth it.” After standing in silence for a few more seconds you suggest you both get a breath of fresh air. “Sounds good. The sun is still up so the view of Lastation will be very pretty.” You agree and in the spur of the moment grab her hand and lead her to the private elevator tucked away in the back of the Basilicom. The glass enclosure shines a dark orange as the elevator ascends to the private floor You, Noire, and Uni reside in. The ride up was silent as Noire grabs your hand tightly and rests her head on your shoulder. The elevator slows to a halt as it levels with its destination. When the door opens you lead Noire, who has a spring in her step, towards the balcony. As the glass door slides open a gentle breeze greets your face while you and Noire step onto the vast platform in the sky. It has a perfect view of the Northwestern quarter of Lastation from its high vantage and as you approach the edge you pull Noire into a hug, which she returns. No words were spoken as Noire and yourself slowly dance in each other’s embrace, all the while the sun slowly setting. “You know Anon. In three more months we’d be doing this as Husband and Wife.” She smiles looking up at you. “In three more months,” you say, “We’ll be doing everything as Husband and Wife, though the good and the bad.”

	Noire blushes deeply, “D-don’t sound like such a sap, Anon, but you’re right. No matter what happens, I will always love you.” She says just before she pulls you into a deep kiss. Yes, no matter what happens You will always love Noire.

Fin~