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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[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri whimpered and ran her fingers up into his hair. "I suppose," she said before she could convince herself not to, "I wouldn't mind seeing, um, a little more of him."

[momslilassassin]

He kissed a slow trail down her chest, hoping she couldn't hear his heart trying to pound its way out of his chest. "I'll keep that in mind."

[weetuskenraider]

"Okay, but --" It was suddenly very hard to breathe, and she wouldn't be able to hear his heart pounding over the sound of hers, anyway. "But Force, don't stop what you're doing, okay?"

[momslilassassin]

"I was thinking of stopping here for a little bit," he said, blushing hard just before nipping lightly at her right breast.

[weetuskenraider]

"Oh. Oh." Be more eloquent, Tahiri. "That's okay, too."

As if running her hands over the back of his head frenetically was a suggestion that he should stop.

[momslilassassin]

Only okay? he teased. I should apply myself more.

And then moved to the other side so nothing felt neglected.

[weetuskenraider]

Keep applying yourself, Tahiri pleaded, appreciating his consideration very much in an incredibly incoherent way. One hand, meanwhile, was tentatively sliding down toward his waistband.

[momslilassassin]

He let out a little sigh, which was probably an interesting sensation given his location, and shifted closer to her hand.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri bent to kiss the top of his head, sending out a wordless pulse of thanks and love, then carefully (which was hard, given her impatient tendencies) slipped her fingers just barely beneath his waistband.

[momslilassassin]

Ben gasped, but didn't pull back. His Force-sense flickered with quickly repressed anxiety before sending her the emotional equivalent of a go ahead nudge.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri sent a stronger pulse of love toward him, nuzzling into his hair as she eased her hand below the fabric and down, trying not to let her nervousness bleed into her Force-sense. Trying not to let her breath catch too much -- although that was a futile attempt -- as she curled her fingers around him very gently.

[momslilassassin]

Ben moaned her name into her neck and slid his hands up her leg. He was more comfortable when he was reciprocating, though his ability to multitask was being tested right now.

[weetuskenraider]

It was going to keep being tested, sorry -- or not -- to say; Tahiri took the moan as a sign of encouragement and twisted her hand slightly. She'd meant to be a little more gentle, but, well . . . squirming into his touch made that a little more difficult.

[momslilassassin]

He whimpered and then suggested, "Maybe there's too much clothing?" before blushing madly.

[weetuskenraider]

Considering she was already worried about her hand going numb . . .

"Way too much," Tahiri answered, face bright red as she looked up at him.

[momslilassassin]

"At least now we don't have to worry about sunburn?" Ben mumbled as he prayed for his fingers to work more effectively on her flight suit.

[weetuskenraider]

"No, but . . ." Tahiri's fingers were usually more coordinated than this, too, but she was trying to get those pants out of the way. "It's still awfully warm in here."

That had nothing to do with any solar bodies, Tahiri.

[momslilassassin]

"I can fix the climate controls," he babbled as he shimmied out of his pants.

[weetuskenraider]

"No, no, stay here," Tahiri blurted out, and why was her left foot still tangled up in the cuff of her flight suit? "It's, um. It's kind of nice."

[momslilassassin]

And now Ben was going to kind of stare for a bit because this was a lot of Tahiri to see in a not-recently-unkittified state. "Wow."

[weetuskenraider]

And that was a lot more of Ben than she normally saw, too, so Tahiri was going to be staring right back, thank you.

"Uh huh," she agreed breathlessly. She wasn't shivering because it was cold.

[momslilassassin]

Who knew he could blush that much?

Well, now Tahiri knew, obviously.

"Hi."

Don't talk, Ben.

[weetuskenraider]

"Hi, yourself," replied Tahiri, who really shouldn't be talking either.

. . . since she wasn't exactly talking to Ben's face.

[momslilassassin]

It took him a second to realize that, but when he did, he blushed even harder. "Want me to turn the lights off or something?"

[weetuskenraider]

"But I wouldn't be able to see," Tahiri blurted out.

Yes. Because being able to see was the top priority at the moment.

"And . . . I like looking at you."