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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"Okay?" Tahiri repeated hopefully and, projecting as much love and reassurance as she could, let her hand slide downward just a centimeter or two.

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He gasped and bit down hard, suddenly feeling like a giant bundle of nerves. His hand faltered against her, losing his rhythm.

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Tahiri regretted that, somewhat, but she wanted to be fair here. She moved her hand another couple of centimeters down, then, very slowly, as she nuzzled his cheek.

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Ben arched into her hand, almost embarrassed by the strength of his reaction. "Sorry," he mumbled, blushing hard.

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"It's okay," Tahiri murmured, reaching up to stroke his hair with her other hand; she twitched her fingers against him, tentatively, and sent a wordless pulse in the Force that suggested she actually liked that reaction.

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He moaned. "Kriffing hells. I didn't know it would feel like that," he said, sounding a little overwhelmed, but in a very good way.

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Tahiri laughed and tried to sneak a kiss so she could flick her tongue against his lips, the movement of her hand a little more self-assured now. "Neither did I. But I've been wanting to find out."

Even if she was blushing furiously herself.

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Ben blushed even harder. Not...yeah, never mind. His hand began to move again. "Really?" he babbled, mostly just to babble.

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"Uh huh," Tahiri replied breathlessly, pressing up against him again. "I . . . like it."

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"I'm glad to hear that," he babbled more. "I like that you like it."

Ben. Stop talking.

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"Do you?" Tahiri, stop giving him more reasons to babble.

Well, maybe moving her hand a little faster might help with that.

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"Nnnnngh," Ben said eloquently, bucking into her hand a bit.

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Tahiri laughed a bit nervously and increased her speed just a fraction.

I'm taking that as a yes, she sent, or tried to.

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"Yes, please," Ben said. He felt now was an especially good time to be polite, apparently.

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If Tahiri were anyone else, she might realize that now was not actually a good time to be polite. As it was, she thought it was . . . kind of hot, to be honest, and maybe if she used her thumb to do that . . .

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And Ben used a word he wasn't even supposed to have heard, let alone repeat, and bit down hard on her shoulder.

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Which made Tahiri let out a noise that was half incoherent growl, half moan, and one that would've made her blush even more furiously if she realized how she sounded, not to mention the frantic way she was arching against his hand.

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And now Ben was going to just devote what was left of his attention to getting her to make that noise again because wow.

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Attention? What attention? Tahiri didn't have any attention left to spare in between trying to seeing how else she could get him to react if she focused on that one spot that had gotten him to bite her (Force, the pain was nice) and moving her hips more insistently against him.

That noise . . . there was definitely more of that.

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Ben had stopped being coherent, but was still making complimentary noises as he pushed harder into her hand and bit down again.

There might be bruises later.

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Tahiri didn't care about bruises. She'd had worse, and gotten them in much less fun ways than this.

What would happen if she twisted her hand just like this . . . ?

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...Things were going to get sticky and embarrassed?

He buried his head against her shoulder and tried to remember how to breathe properly.

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Well, yes, but the realization hadn't set in yet.

"You okay?" Tahiri asked, nuzzling at the top of his head.

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"Very," he mumbled, blushing and trying to distract her with his hands.