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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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."

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

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Tahiri pulled back long enough to take a quick glance around, and reach out in the Force (admittedly her sense might be a touch fuzzy at the moment). "Well, there's nobody else here right now, and we'd know if someone was coming, right?"

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"Probably," Ben said. "We didn't notice when Katina snuck up on us."

She hadn't been that sneaky, Ben.

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"We were a little more distracted at the time," Tahiri pointed out.

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"Is that you telling me I need to try harder here?" Ben teased.

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Tahiri reached out to run a fingertip lightly down his chest. "Just possibly, yes."

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He shivered. "I'll have to do something about that then. Do you have suggestions?"

This could end in disaster.

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Especially if Tahiri managed to concentrate enough to articulate her half-formed idea of climbing up on the S-foils.

"We could improvise," she mumbled, the words muffled when she leaned in to nuzzle at his collarbone.

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"We do have an X-Wing here," he pointed out helpfully.

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Tahiri reached out behind her to pat the X-Wing's hull awkwardly. "And it does have a crash couch."

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"Sounds comfortable."

Ben, you've been in that seat.

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"You have a funny idea of comfortable," Tahiri retorted, nipping at his chest.

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Ben let out a little moan. "No more talking," he decided, hauling himself onto one of the S-foils with the aid of the Force and then holding his hand out to help her up.

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Tahiri took his hand and gave herself a little Force boost to scramble up beside him . . . except given her flustered state, she overdid it a bit and ended up losing her balance, falling over onto the S-foil. And possibly onto him.

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"Ooof," Ben said as the wind was knocked out of him a bit. "Hi there."

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"Hi," Tahiri replied, wriggling a bit to get more comfortable; she didn't mind where she was at all, really. "I thought you said no more talking."

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"That was before you landed on me," Ben declared.

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"So much for being a big tough Jedi," Tahiri said, sighing and shaking her head melodramatically. "If that was all it took . . ."

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"Only with you," Ben said, blushing a little.

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"Are you trying to flatter me?" Tahiri asked, going back to that nuzzling-his-chest thing. "You're already on my good side, you know."

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"Never hurts to stay there," he said, running his nails down her back.

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"You just --" Tahiri shivered a little, vaguely thinking it wasn't fair that her flight suit was in the way. "Want to make sure you'll stay there forever, don't you?"

Note that she wasn't complaining.

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Heart pounding, Ben's hands moved along the fastenings of the flight suit.

"Is that a bad plan?" he babbled.

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No, making out on an X-Wing's strike foil was a bad plan. But details, details.

Tahiri gave him a knowing little smile. "I think it might be one of your better ones, actually. Very smart."