Shakespeare Colony [A month later]

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They'd waited for the weather to turn more reliably warm and dry before hosting an outdoor dance in the center of the village. The fight over music had been mostly smoothed over by agreeing to vary the selections between what the colonists who'd arrived recently liked and what the natives had become used to after Ben had offered to provide enough droid spoken word albums to last the entire dance to break the impasse.

Because everyone had agreed that droid spoken word albums were the worst.

And now, in the fine tradition of dances everywhere, no one was dancing in the area cleared for that purpose as everyone gathered in nervous groupings around food and drink tables, staring at people across the floor and hoping someone would ask them to dance.

Ben sighed and tugged at the tie around his neck. "Should we draw names from a hat or something?" he asked Ender.

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"Always," Ben said, bucking up slightly just to be a pain.

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"Brat," Ender said fondly, letting his fingers trail over Ben's chest. "But unless you're getting quicker instead of slower with age..."

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"It could happen!" Ben replied.

It hadn't.

[endsthegame]

"You know," Ender said, "It's really stupid to lie about something that's right by my thigh."

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Ben chuckled. "Give me a few more minutes."

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Ender leaned in and kissed him leisurely. "No rush," he teased.

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"Mmm," Ben sighed, running his fingers through Ender's hair. "Okay. This is really nice too."

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"I thought so too," Ender said, dropping little kisses along his jawline.

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Ben let out a little whimper. "You feel really, really good."

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"No, that's you," Ender decided.

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Ben scratched his fingers down Ender's back. "I'm not going to argue this with you."

[endsthegame]

Ender gasped softly against him for a moment. "You really aren't tired yet."

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"Jedi stamina has to come in handy sometime," Ben replied with a little smile.

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"Then you're a show-off," Ender decided, kissing him again.

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"Since you're the one who's going to benefit from it, I'm not going to apologize for that either," Ben declared.

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"Oh, now you're getting my expectations up," Ender said, smirking a little. "Think you can beat the last time?"

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In reply, Ben flipped them over so he was on top. "I have some ideas--"

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Ender slid his arms over Ben's shoulders. "I'm all ears."

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In reply, Ben reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a vial of massage oil, then smiled a little nervously.

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled back at him out of habit. "Need me to turn over?"

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"Please," Ben said, shifting over so Ender could move.

[endsthegame]

Ender rolled over easily, dropping his chin on the pillow.

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"You have such a nice back," Ben murmured, straddling Ender's legs and warming the oil between his hands.

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"You may be the only person who thinks so," Ender said wryly.

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"Doubtful," Ben replied, leaning down to kiss the scar on the back of Ender's neck.