Room 529, Friday Late Morning

[weetuskenraider]

It was raining syrup outside. Well, that pretty much answered the question of whether Tahiri was going anywhere today . . . or it was a convenient excuse, anyway.

She expected she'd go stir-crazy holed up in her room after a while, but even if she was feeling more stable today, Wednesday night's incident with Raven and Karla in the salle wasn't something she could just brush off. Which could have had something to do with the fact that in between the time she remembered getting agitated by Raven's offers to help her and seeing Raven and Karla recovering from a telekinetic blast that she'd apparently thrown, everything was a blur.

That was new. And not at all welcome.

Yeah. Tahiri wasn't going anywhere today.

[OOC: Which does not mean you can't bother her, so the post is open even if the door is closed and the wee Jedi is not in the best of moods. She'd been in a good mood too long, dammit. I don't think canon allows that. ETA: Aaaaaaaand let's say the details of the conversations with Ben and Karla are NFB, please? Yay crazy head!alien?]

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[momslilassassin]

"Never," Ben said firmly. He'd seen Tahiris in worse shape, after all.

[weetuskenraider]

"Okay, then. Guess that's the plan." Really, leaning in to kiss him was the best way she could think of to thank him for his faith in her.

[momslilassassin]

And Ben was a big fan of this form of repression, for the moment happy to let her take the lead and show him what she needed.

And hoping like hell he wouldn't freeze up at the worst possible moment.

[weetuskenraider]

At the moment, all she wanted was to have him there, and she ran her fingers lightly down the back of his neck. So much better when you're here.

[momslilassassin]

I'd move in, but I think Hurley would object, he replied, running his hand along her back.

[weetuskenraider]

Probably. And it'll be too cold for the beach soon, she agreed regretfully, trailing kisses along his jaw. Besides, Ender would miss you.

[momslilassassin]

Ben's mental voice was wry. Sure he would, he replied, pulling her a little closer.

[weetuskenraider]

He'd be dumb not to, was Tahiri's oh so objective opinion as she readily let herself be pulled closer, and nuzzled the side of his neck.

[momslilassassin]

I don't want to think about Ender right now, Ben told her, letting out a quiet little hum as she touched him.

[weetuskenraider]

Okay, she agreed readily, but she'd regained some of her good humor and couldn't help adding, You started it, bringing up my roommate.

[momslilassassin]

Ben's hand snaked out to tickle her. Brat.

[weetuskenraider]

Always. She buried her face in his neck as she laughed, squirming closer to him, but there was a fierce edge of determination in the statement.

[momslilassassin]

Ben leaned back against the pillows and pulled Tahiri back with him, and let his hands start roaming a bit.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri was more than happy to be pulled along -- she couldn't explain why, but the physical contact was a huge relief -- and very carefully tried to slide her hands beneath Ben's tunic, or at least started to. Then she paused, her Force-sense questioning.

[momslilassassin]

Ben experienced a moment of frustration that his hang-ups were making her uncertain, so he nipped down on her lower lip, then placed his hands over hers in encouragement.

[weetuskenraider]

It was her hangups too, to be fair; still, glad for the encouragement, she nodded, let her tongue flick gently against Ben's lips, and slid her hands up under his shirt.

[momslilassassin]

He let out a soft, happy-sounding hum and lifted his arms up a bit, just in case she was finding the fabric unnecessary.

[weetuskenraider]

She was, actually. Tahiri lifted her head and gave him a grateful smile, then began to work his shirt up slowly. After a moment's consideration, she shifted down on the bed a little, just enough to drop very light kisses on his exposed skin.

[momslilassassin]

Ben shivered and tensed up very slightly if she got too close to scars, but at least for the moment the "this feels good, idiot" portion of his brain was in control.

[weetuskenraider]

She paused long enough to give him a shy smile as she worked the shirt off, fingers stroking lightly down the center of his chest.

"I'm starting to really like doing that to you," she admitted.

[momslilassassin]

"It feels really good," Ben replied, blushing hard.

[weetuskenraider]

All she had to do was get the shirt over his head now. "Good," Tahiri said, touching a fingertip to his lips.

[momslilassassin]

Ben kissed the finger, then wriggled the rest of the way out of his tunic. "Better?" he asked, still a little shy about this whole thing.

[weetuskenraider]

"Better," Tahiri answered, and ducked her head to kiss his collarbone. She wasn't making a move to get out of her own clothes just yet; she just wanted to know he still felt comfortable enough around her to do this.

[momslilassassin]

He shivered and pulled her closer. "It's fine," he murmured in her ear.