Shuttlecraft on the beach [early afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

Ben'd had a rather difficult few days, so a booty call date with his girlfriend was exactly what the doctor had ordered.

If doctors ordered booty calls dates with girlfriends.

He strode towards the shuttle with chocolate and ice cream (his brain had been giving him Ideas), wondering if he'd beaten Tahiri here.

He was a little anxious to get off the island right now. No reason. Really.

[OOC: for the girl!]

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[weetuskenraider]

Sure they were. Someday. By accident.

. . . ooooh, kissing.

Oh, you think this is as thorough as I meant? Tahiri sent, her mental voice smug.

[momslilassassin]

Ben dropped the ice cream into the shadow of the shuttle--farewell, ice cream--and let his hands roam.

Out here in the open? he replied, not sounding at all unhappy about the prospect.

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I don't see why not, Tahiri answered, not at all in the state of mind to think of things like how there weren't any trees to knock over out here on the beach, even though that was a definite bonus. Although I could've sworn you suggested the shuttle because of the beds.

[momslilassassin]

They seem far away right now, Ben declared, kissing her neck.

[weetuskenraider]

Closer than the one in my room, Tahiri countered, but . . . she wasn't trying too hard to make a convincing argument.

Letting her hands stray lower, on the other hand . . .

[momslilassassin]

Ben let out a low moan and arched against her. He'd needed something like that all day.

Here is good, he decided. Beds later.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri let out a low chuckle. Now and later? Not that she sounded as if she was complaining.

[momslilassassin]

I've been thinking about this for days, he admitted as his fingers searched to remove her clothing. Now and later.

[weetuskenraider]

"So it wasn't just me then," Tahiri breathed, breaking the kiss just so she could return the favor with Ben's clothes. "Meditating was hard."

[momslilassassin]

Ben snickered at the word choice because he was mature that way. "It was," he agreed, yanking his shirts over his head. "The whole island feels like it's on edge."

[weetuskenraider]

"It's a nice kind of being on edge," Tahiri answered, giving him a deliberate little squeeze. She smirked at him, then leaned in to nip at his chest. "I bet meditating wasn't the only hard thing."

[momslilassassin]

"Not at all," he agreed with a gasp. "It's just made it hard--difficult--to concentrate on other things."

He nipped down on her collarbone. "When all I wanted to do was this."

[weetuskenraider]

"Just --" Tahiri didn't even blush when she let out a moan a lot more shameless than usual. "Just that? You'd better just be getting warmed up, Ben Skywalker."

[momslilassassin]

He moved his hand up her legs. "Oh, I am," he promised. "You think you can keep up?"

[weetuskenraider]

"I think the question is more whether you can --" Tahiri glanced down, then smirked at him. "Keep up. Of course, you haven't let me down yet."

[momslilassassin]

Ben tickled her under the ribs. "Brat," he said fondly.

[weetuskenraider]

"Be nice," Tahiri warned playfully, grabbing at his wrists . . . to nudge his hands upward. "Or I'm not going to help you with the rest of these clothes."

Who was she kidding? She would anyway.

[momslilassassin]

"Sure you will," he said, pressing his palm down. "I'm very persuasive."

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri squirmed and pressed into his hand. "I think your persuasive skills are paying off already," she mumbled, hooking her fingers into his waistband.

[momslilassassin]

"Clearly not enough," Ben murmured. "You're still making sense."

[weetuskenraider]

"Too many clothes," Tahiri retorted. Did that make sense? It did in her head.

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"Fix it," Ben countered, nipping down on her neck.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri snorted, but busied herself getting his pants undone as quickly as possible. "Are you going to help with this, or do I have to do all the work here?"

[momslilassassin]

"I could help," he said with a laugh, reaching for the rest of her clothing.

There was going to be sand in all kinds of uncomfortable places.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri would regret that later; she'd never been a fan of sand, even when she'd lived in it. Right now, though? She couldn't care less.

"The more you help, the faster we can get to the really fun stuff," Tahiri pointed out, and looked down once she'd gotten his pants off. "Oooh. Hi."

Look, they were less inhibited. Not more suave.