Hijra [A few weeks later]

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Ben was catching up on emails from home--news about the Sith, the latest gossip from Jag and Jaina's corner of the galaxy and whatever Allana had gotten herself up to while being unsupervised (there was a lot of "it'd seemed like a good idea!!!" in her correspondence)--and then poking around scientific journals about advancements in reproductive technology.

You know. For no real reason. Cough.

He drank tea and really missed having those yummy red fruits around. He'd need to ask when they came back the next time he went to the market.

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"Nice accent," Ben said, laughing as he leaned in and kissed him.

[endsthegame]

"Yours has gotten a lot weaker," Ender said, still trying to use the accent, sliding his hand into Ben's hair. "I have to make up for it."

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"Well, I haven't exactly spent a lot of time on Coruscant recently," Ben replied, kissing him again. "That's not a complaint, mind."

[endsthegame]

"Just a few more years and we'll have you talking like an American," Ender said dryly.

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"Force forbid," Ben said, eyes twinkling.

[endsthegame]

"We are a terrible people to imitate," Ender agreed, smiling.

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"Your obsession with orange cheese covered things alone," Ben teased, "is terrifying."

[endsthegame]

"Didn't I see you cover something in orange cheese yesterday?" Ender asked. "Most specifically, another block of cheese?"

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"That's because you're a bad influence," Ben declared.

[endsthegame]

"Uh huh," Ender said.

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Ben blew a raspberry against Ender's neck. "It could be."

[endsthegame]

Ender's hand slid along Ben's thigh again, and he tilted his head. "Nope," he said, giving Ben a proper kiss.

Now there was an argument.

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"Yep," Ben countered, pulling Ender closer.

[endsthegame]

"Nope," Ender retorted, nipping at Ben's bottom lip while his hand accidentally swerved a little further up.

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"Yes," Ben murmured, meaning something entirely different this time.

[endsthegame]

Ender straddled him in response. "Mmkay."

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Ben let out a low moan and smiled up at him. "Hi there."

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled back. "Hi," he said, leaning in to press a kiss against Ben's neck. "I was going to go to sleep," he murmured, "But you just had to be a brat..."

Not that he liked that or anything.

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"Oh, if you were tired, we can wait until tomorrow," Ben teased, stroking the back of Ender's neck and tilting his head so Ender could kiss him some more.

[endsthegame]

"Too late now," Ender sighed, nipping down on the skin in response and sucking on the small mark he'd left.

Not too hard, though.

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Ben went all goosebumpy. "Nnnnngh," he sighed, sliding his fingers along Ender's spine.

[endsthegame]

"Hi," Ender murmured, kissing his way down Ben's neck.

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"I love you so much," Ben murmured in reply, hugging Ender against him.

[endsthegame]

Ender chuckled softly, sticking to where he was for a minute because Ben made it hard to be elsewhere.

That poor patch of Ben's chest - and nipple - would just have to deal with his undivided attention.

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Ben moaned softly and for once just let Ender take care of him without trying to come up with a way to reciprocate.