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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[momslilassassin]

He moaned. "Wasn't planning on stopping. This week that might kill us."

[weetuskenraider]

"I like you alive," Tahiri declared, which seemed like a perfectly logical statement right now. "And me too."

If she shifted, just a little, to get her hips at that angle . . .

Ooooh.

"Can we just not stop?"

[momslilassassin]

"Sand burn could turn into a thing," Ben gasped, licking along the shell of her ear.

[weetuskenraider]

"We can move to the beds," Tahiri suggested, grinding into him. "But not yet."

That would involve far more moving away from him than she was remotely prepared to do right now.

[momslilassassin]

"Oh, do that again," he murmured, shifting his weight just slightly.

[weetuskenraider]

"Do --" Tahiri arched up into him again, a little harder this time. "-- what? That?"

[momslilassassin]

"That," he sighed before biting down on her other shoulder.

[weetuskenraider]

"Gladly," Tahiri answered, tracing her nails down his spine.

Sand burn was going to be an issue, but she hardly noticed right now, since she was more interested in trying to get that reaction out of him a third time.

[momslilassassin]

He gasped her name and arched into her, trying to get more leverage.

"Close," he whimpered.