Part o' the Preserve [Sunday evening]

[momslilassassin]

Most people didn't view an invasion as a Great Date Night, but Ben and Tahiri weren't exactly most people.

"These don't seem very much like the other gremlins," Ben replied, making a little face when he got sprayed with blood from a poorly executed lightsaber swipe.

[OOC: For the girl.]

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[momslilassassin]

Force knows what they'd end up rolling in that way.

Ben was far too busy kissing Tahiri to worry about silly things like arm wounds anyway.

[weetuskenraider]

Was it possible that a half dozen or so Jedi Masters had the urge to facepalm?

Tahiri had no interest in questions like this right now. At all. Or in the concept of time and place. Who needed normal standards?

[momslilassassin]

Ben wouldn't know normal if Threepio translated for it.

"You're sure you're not hurt?" he asked between kisses, running his hands along her jumpsuit's sleeves. "I could check..."

He thought he was Terribly Smooth.

[weetuskenraider]

"I'm sure," Tahiri insisted. Hey, she hadn't gotten knocked unconscious, and she still had her lightsaber. She was doing great. But oooh, hands, and attention, and --

"But I wouldn't stop you if you really wanted to make sure."

Totally smooth. She thought so.

[momslilassassin]

"I think I do," he said, nipping at her earlobe.

[weetuskenraider]

"Then --" Tahiri inhaled sharply, whimpering just a bit and wrapping her arms around him. "Don't let me stop you."

[momslilassassin]

His fingers--which weren't trembling much, shut up--went towards her zipper. "Okay."

[weetuskenraider]

Children, really, was this the time? Besides the gremlins, there was winter to factor in.

Tahiri was not, it was worth noting, stopping him, and if his fingers were(n't) trembling she didn't notice; she was a little shaky all over. "I'm pretty sure I'd have noticed if a gremlin got in there," she teased, in a tone that wasn't at all meant to discourage him.

[momslilassassin]

"We can't be too cautious," he said very solemnly. Really.

[weetuskenraider]

"Well, in that case, you'd better be thorough," Tahiri replied just as seriously. No. She didn't mean for it to sound like a comeon.

[momslilassassin]

Ben chuckled near her ear. "Okay," he said, nipping at her neck.

[weetuskenraider]

"Hey, Ben?" Tahiri asked a little breathlessly, several seconds later when she remembered she could talk.

[momslilassassin]

"Hmmmm?" Ben replied, sounding just as breathless.

[weetuskenraider]

She reached up to trace the curve of his ear. "Love you, you know."

[momslilassassin]

He shivered, and not just from standing outside in the cold like an idiot. "Love you, too."

[weetuskenraider]

Cold? It was cold? Tahiri hadn't noticed. She thought that shivering was just sensory overload. "Are we any closer to Chilly Boulder?"

Tahiri, no. You haven't moved.

Okay, maybe the cold was getting to her a little bit.

[momslilassassin]

"Not really," Ben admitted, kissing her shoulder. "Want to go?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Yes?" Tahiri didn't sound so sure, though, and the way she was holding onto him wasn't conducive to movement.

[momslilassassin]

"We don't have to go right now," Ben added, moving his hands back to her waist.

[weetuskenraider]

"Oh." She actually had to take a second to process what he'd said, and sounded relieved. With a soft laugh, running her hands along his chest, Tahiri murmured, "Well . . . that's okay then."

[momslilassassin]

Ben pressed a little closer. "And there's nothing around but us."

And the piles of dead gremlins. What a bunch of romantics.