Room 529, Saturday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

Well, one good long spar with her new lightsaber and it hadn't broken; Tahiri was counting that as a good thing. (Not that, as long as it had taken her to build, she was worried about having done a rushed job with it.)

Dinner afterward was clearly the appropriate way to celebrate the occasion, which was why she and Ben had headed up to her room with several containers of takeout and, of course, ice cream.

. . . so, basically, a typical date night for them. Fighting and food. All the elements were there!

[OOC: For the boy, as the post might indicate!]

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[momslilassassin]

"Plus the ice cream would melt," Ben pointed out pragmatically.

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"That's my fault for never getting a freezer," Tahiri conceded.

. . . oh, like they never not let the ice cream at least melt halfway.

She grabbed a couple of forks and the containers of food and headed back toward the bed, not really bothering with plates.

"In that case, we'd better get started eating," she declared, offering him a forkful of orange chicken.

[momslilassassin]

"Mmm, fried things," Ben said approvingly, opening his mouth.

[weetuskenraider]

"Does that mean I should have gotten fried ice cream too?" Tahiri asked, rolling her eyes affectionately as she fed him the chicken. "Because really, Ben, there actually might be such a thing as too far."

[momslilassassin]

"Well, probably, but fried ice cream isn't it," Ben declared. "Want some noodles?"

Or perhaps something that won't drip when he tried to feed it to her?

[weetuskenraider]

Well, if it did, she could just tell him he could help clean it off her later.

"Yes, please. It's only fair, after all," Tahiri replied, leaning forward and opening her mouth.

[momslilassassin]

Ben gave his best shot, and only a little bit of the sauce dripped down as he offered her a forkful. "Good, right?"

[weetuskenraider]

. . . the noise Tahiri made in acknowledgment could have been a little better suited to activities less innocent than dinner, perhaps.

"Astral," she agreed once her mouth wasn't full any more. "Want some?"

[momslilassassin]

Ben's pink cheeks indicated that his mind had gone off in a...less innocent direction. "Please," he said.

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Tahiri gave him a sly look that indicated that her mind was traipsing off in the same direction his had gone, and put a piece of chicken between her teeth. "Okay, then, come get it."

[momslilassassin]

Ben let out a little moan before moving in. "You are brilliant."

[weetuskenraider]

"Thank you," Tahiri informed him sweetly, wrapping one arm around his neck (she was not dropping the food). "It seemed like a very good idea at the time."

[momslilassassin]

"You should definitely follow those instincts," he said, tilting his head to nip at her earlobe.

[weetuskenraider]

"Oh, I will," Tahiri promised. "You should definitely do something about that mandarin sauce you dripped down my shirt, though."

[momslilassassin]

"Laundry?" Ben replied.

Sigh, Ben.

[weetuskenraider]

Yeah, sigh, Ben.

Tahiri did sigh, actually -- and poke at his ribs. "I don't think what I had in mind is appropriate in the laundry room, Skywalker."

. . . and the X-Wing was?

[momslilassassin]

"Well, not if the door doesn't lock," Ben replied, blushing furiously.

[weetuskenraider]

"So tell me again --" Tahiri snuck a dab of mandarin sauce on her fingertip and tried to smudge it on his nose, because they were mature like that -- "why we should leave this room, with a perfectly good door lock?"

[momslilassassin]

"I can't think of any reason at all," he said faintly, smiling back at her.

[weetuskenraider]

"Not even," Tahiri asked, deliberately licking sauce off her fingertip and grinning at him, "if you take a few minutes to think really, really hard about it?"

Even if she gave him those few minutes, she wasn't likely to make them easy on him at this rate.

[momslilassassin]

"Even then," Ben said, reaching for her hand and kissing the next finger over.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri moved to run her thumb over his lips. "Then I'd say you show signs of being smart after all."

[momslilassassin]

Feeling very daring, he darted his tongue out to touch her thumb.

[weetuskenraider]

After all this time, that took a lot of daring? Oh, Ben.

That . . . really only encouraged Tahiri to reciprocate and reach for his hand.

[momslilassassin]

Oh, that poor, melted ice cream. Ben used the Force to float the dinner away from their laps (since his hand was busy) and leaned in to kiss her neck.