Ben's shuttle [evening]

[momslilassassin]

Ben, who after two years on the island was used to the waves of emotion that happened towards the end of term, had been planning on taking a quick break to clear his head anyway, but the unmistakable feeling of death had hit him twice in two days had added exponentially to his need to go now.

And so, after leaving a slightly garbled message for Tahiri, he'd bolted for the shuttle without a thought in his head other than fleeing the pain for a little bit.

It was weeks like this when it sucked to be an empath.

[OOC: For the girl. FB until they take off. No squirrels in space, plz.]

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[momslilassassin]

"Exactly," he said, looking smug. "I am trying to set a standard no one can match."

[weetuskenraider]

"You're impossible," Tahiri told him. "And you make it sound like there ought to be a 'Would Tahiri Date This Being?' measurement."

[momslilassassin]

"Maybe a game show," Ben replied with a tiny grin. "Bothans, yes or no? Let's ask Admiral Darklighter!"

[weetuskenraider]

"You terrify me a little bit, sometimes," Tahiri finally blurted out after several moments of slack-jawed staring. "But you make me laugh, so I can't complain."

Nor could she complain that it seemed to cheer him up, or at least distract him.

[momslilassassin]

"I'm also pretty cute," he added modestly, mostly just to make her smile.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri leaned in to kiss him so fast there might be nose-bumping if they weren't careful. "You are actually fairly good-looking, I suppose," she declared, sighing as if she was only conceding it under extreme duress.

[momslilassassin]

You suppose, huh, he teased in her head since his mouth was a little occupied.

[weetuskenraider]

I'm not exactly in a good position to see right now, Tahiri replied impishly, flicking her tongue against his lips.

[momslilassassin]

Have a suggestion? he replied, pulling her closer and flicking the autopilot controls on with a nudge from the Force.

[weetuskenraider]

Well, she replied, a little slyly, I could step back and see, but I'd have to stop kissing you.

And since she was trying to cuddle up as close as she could, it was a safe bet she wasn't in favor of taking that option.

[momslilassassin]

Mmmm, I don't like that option, he decided, nipping under her ear.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri whimpered and buried her face in his shoulder. Me neither. How about I just take your word for it for now? I can always look later.

[momslilassassin]

Or we can move somewhere else and you can check then, he replied.

Not that he was moving.

[weetuskenraider]

Neither was she. Not away, at any rate.

Oh? Did you have somewhere in mind?

[momslilassassin]

There are bunks in the back-- And yes, there was blushing when he sent that.

[weetuskenraider]

With a matching nervous flutter in the Force from Tahiri.

They might be a little more comfortable, don't you think?

Nervous or not, she asked it anyway.

[momslilassassin]

Less chance of hitting the wrong lever and crashing, Ben agreed.

[weetuskenraider]

And crashing would be awful. Not to mention having to explain why, Tahiri decided, trying to tug him toward the back of the shuttle already.

In the name of safety. Really.

[momslilassassin]

Well, now that they were away from the controls, Ben decided that this wall was far enough at least for moment.

It'd had been several seconds since he'd had a kiss, after all.

[weetuskenraider]

And that was just too long, wasn't it?

Tahiri was happy to slump back against the wall and pull him with her . . . and make up for those few seconds with one hell of a kiss.

[momslilassassin]

Contact was good. Contact was very good. Ben made a happy little noise and slid his hands along her hips. "Love you."

It seemed like a good thing to babble at a time like this.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri pulled back just far enough to be able to look into his face and smile. "Love you too."

And then it was back to kissing him, because that had been long enough without as much contact as possible.

Well. Through clothing, anyway, and she seemed to be running her hands up his chest in an attempt to rectify that.

[momslilassassin]

Ben yanked his shirt over his head in series of jerky pulls. "Better?" he asked when he'd finally gotten the blasted thing off.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri leaned in to nuzzle at his chest. "Uh huh," she said a little breathlessly.

[momslilassassin]

Ben moaned and leaned into her. "I've missed you."

Stop babbling, Ben.