Tahiri's X-Wing in the Junkyard, Wednesday Afternoon

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Some people go out for lunch, or out to the park or the beach, or a movie, when they go on a date.

Other people -- say, Tahiri and Ben -- tended to consider dates more like fighting Fandom's latest random invaders and then going for ice cream. Or, as in this case, heading into the junkyard with ice cream. (And boots, in Tahiri's case; she wasn't that stubbornly idiosyncratic about her lack of footwear that she'd go barefoot in here.)

"I already know it's an older model than you're used to," Tahiri told Ben as they headed toward where her X-Wing was parked, "so you don't need to keep reminding me about that, okay?"

[OOC: For that Skywalker boy. No, not that one. Or that one. That one.]

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Ben, who wanted to fly the X-Wing, didn't reply to that by saying, "That's because you're old, too," though he was sorely tempted to. Instead he grinned and nodded. "I promise."

He'd just think it really loudly.

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"You'd better not be thinking anything smart, either," Tahiri added without missing a beat.

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"I am exceptionally dumb," Ben replied just as quickly. "Ask anyone."

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"You know," Tahiri said, reaching out to take hold of his arm, "the easiest way to get me to agree to you flying the X-Wing is to ask nicely. Looking cute doesn't hurt either."

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Ben grinned at her. "Please, Jedi Veila, may I borrow your X-Wing?"

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"If you bring it back with a minimum of scratches, no slagged engines, and the S-foils in working condition, Jedi Skywalker," Tahiri said after precisely eight seconds of pretending to give this very serious consideration. "And no getting ice cream all over the cockpit."

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Ben laughed and leaned in for a kiss. "I'll promise to not engage in a ship-to-ship dogfight either," he teased.

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"If you have to do that, I think we have bigger problems than the state of my engines," Tahiri decided, lingering a bit over the kiss.

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"This planet is so unprepared for a space-based assault," Ben agreed, nipping a bit at her lower lip.

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They just looked like such authorities on such things right now, didn't they? "And I don't even have any proton torpedoes right now," Tahiri added, not sounding terribly worried about it. Wrapping her arms around Ben and sort of sagging back against the X-Wing's hull seemed like a more pressing concern.

No pun intended.

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Well, they were hardly the first people to make out against an X-Wing. Most just waited for life-and-death situations first.

"Where'd you put them?" he asked a little inanely.

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"I don't remember," Tahiri replied just as inanely.

Who needed to wait for a life-and-death situation for this, anyway? "Don't need them . . ."

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"Hope it wasn't someplace close..." he said, mostly just to say something.

His hands were a little busy roaming.

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"Definitely not in the junkyard," Tahiri replied vaguely.

This probably wouldn't count as flight prep, would it? Nor would Tahiri half-focusedly tugging at Ben's shirt count as suiting up.

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Mmm, probably not, but he wasn't complaining.

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to fly without a shirt," he babbled. "I never asked."

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"It's never come up," Tahiri admitted, already too distracted to think of things like But I bet Face has tried.

Luckily.

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"It's not like I'm planning on going EV," he mused, sliding his hands along her hips.

Or, if this continued, getting off the ground at all.

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"Who ever plans for that?" Tahiri pointed out, apparently not worried about whether flying without a shirt was allowed, the way she was trying to, well, get his out of the way.

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"I don't know," Ben said as his shirt came off. "Hobbie, maybe?"

Ben. Stop talkin.

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"Is now really the time to discuss past Rogues?" Tahiri half-complained, tossing the shirt up onto the nearest S-foil, where it snagged on the tip of a laser cannon.

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"No?" Ben decided, pressing a little further against her.

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"Too much talking," Tahiri complained, and he could do more of that any time, thank you, which was why she was tugging him closer.

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"Too much clothing," Ben countered, blushing.

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The sensible thing to say would have been 'Ben, we're in the middle of the junkyard.'

What Tahiri actually said, ducking her head to nuzzle at his chest and speaking very, very quickly to keep from stammering, was "We could fix that, you know."

[momslilassassin]

"Out here?" He didn't sound completely opposed to the idea.