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]

Never thought I'd be the eloquent one, he teased, moving his hand a little faster.

[weetuskenraider]

It's only fair to let you sometimes, Tahiri replied, just before she forgot how to form words telepathically and sent him a wordless pulse of exactly how good that felt.

[momslilassassin]

Ben let out a little whimper. I'm really good at this, he teased, trying not to focus too hard on her emotions--drowning in what she felt was very, very tempting.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri managed to get what she was projecting back under control, but trailed her hand down over his stomach again. It's working, all right.

[momslilassassin]

His whimpered turned into a moan as he arched into her hand. It really is.

Stop babbling, Ben.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri tried to wrap one of her legs around his, wanting to pull him closer as if he wasn't already close enough. I can definitely tell.

[momslilassassin]

Ben froze up for a brief second as he realized exactly how much of him was touching all of her.

I love you, he sent, trying to relax.

[weetuskenraider]

Love you too. Tahiri punctuated it with a gentle but clear wave of affection, hoping to get him to relax more. I wouldn't do this with just anyone.

[momslilassassin]

He pressed a kiss against her neck. I know.

There was a brief pause and then he blurted nervously, "What do you want me to do?"

[weetuskenraider]

Oh, sure, catch Tahiri off guard like that.

She blinked at him, eyes going wide and uncertain. "I liked what you were doing," she stammered, bright red (and not entirely from embarrassment).

[momslilassassin]

He kissed her shoulder, then began kissing his way down her chest. "Because I kind of had an idea..."

Yes, Ben. You are the first one ever to have thought of this.

[weetuskenraider]

What, like Tahiri knew other people had thought of it?

"I'm all ears, Skywalker," she murmured, trailing her nails up his sides.

[momslilassassin]

Blushing hard, he pressed a kiss against her inner thigh, hoping she'd get the idea from there.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri sucked in a breath. "Oh." This was suddenly even more nerve-inducing, and she didn't think that had been possible. "That's, um, a yes, by the way."

[momslilassassin]

Ben desperately hoped he wasn't going to do something horribly wrong as he moved his head up just a little. Looking up to check was just not going to happen--he was feeling a bit like a giant pervert as it was.

Not that he was planning on stopping--he was a pervert who was thoroughly enjoying himself.

...and now even his narrative was babbling.

[weetuskenraider]

Not babbling audibly, at least, because Tahiri would have had to tell him to stop being so hard on himself, and that was a lot to ask of her right now, when she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

. . . with her eyes closed, granted, otherwise she was sure she was going to blush herself to death, because even trying to thread her fingers into Ben's hair to sort of . . . hold him there . . . ratcheted the temperature up a couple more degrees.

[momslilassassin]

Ben was pretty sure that the Force wasn't supposed to be used for this sort of thing--not that he'd asked (ever)--but the urge to check just how Tahiri was doing was too strong to resist.

The strength of the emotions almost knocked him over as his response to it escaped though his mental shields.

Another thing he'd never ask--how other Jedi manage to do this without, erm, exploding early. He was pretty sure this wasn't what the practice in concentration was for either.