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*is just coming back from the bar*

Bagoas... how *nice* to see you... are you meeting Frank, somewhere? *pointed look upstairs, where Franks light is still on*

*gets the "I'm busted" look again*

Meet Han at movietheater. No business tonight.

another unpiad "date" then?

what movie, will you be going to see?

"Red Eye". Only movie in town. *looks down*

are you lying to me, Bagoas?

No, Mistress.

I not go if you tell me so.

You can go.

*sighs*

have fun.

*goes into the house, looking less then pleased*

*runs off before she changes her mind*

*waits around the outside of the theater*

*checks chron*

Solo, what'd you learn early on about whores? And why you being stupid enough to fall for another one?

*sees Bagoas, and smiles*

Thought you weren't going to make it. Least they aren't sold out.

*buys tickets*

*doesn't tell him about Mistress Satine being angry at him*

Only been to one movie before.

[[ooc: sorry about misspelling your name. Figure Han has been mispronouncing it too.]]

Never been to a 2D myself. Seen any number of holothrillers though. Best way to pass the time on a long hop.

Popcorn? *looks at it suspiciously and sniffs* Ugh. Do people eat that?

*gets them seats on the back row left side, making sure he's on the aisle and his back is to the wall for a clear shot if need be.*

This okay, or you want to be up closer?

*doesn't like popcorn either, thinking it smells funny too*

This good. *leans against him*

*wraps arm around Bagoas and settles in for the movie*

*only gets scared a few times*

*grins at the clutching during the scary parts*

*takes it as an excuse to squeeze him gently*

*lights come up. stays seated trying to hide the effects of Bagoas*

*whispers to him* You take me home now?

Just give me a second.
Ah, what the hell.

*stands up*

*whispers* You do that to me just sitting next to me.

Is it a good idea for me to walk you home? I really don't want Satine mad at me.

I can take you as far as Ching Tai again.

No... you take me *your* home. *hopeful look*

*turns beet red, from jutting ears clear down into open neck of shirt*

*stammers*

*has five or ten impure thoughts before sense wins out*

Satine catches you giving it away, and she'll skin us both.

*has ten or twenty more. Swallows hard*

ComeonI'mjusteastofhere.

*is disgusted with self for acting like a blushing virgin*

My choice what is free.

*takes his hand, pretty much able to find his way back to the Falcon without any trouble*

*palms open the hatch*

We gotta be quiet. Chewie wakes up and smells you and I'm in trouble. Prof. Beeblebrox wakes up and he'll probably want to join. And if Coach Ash wakes up, I get the kid with garden shears for hands for my next sparring partner.

*boots are still too loud on the deckplates*

*cabin isn't too messy. A double bunk unmade, with the netting above and on the sides of it, like mosquito netting only much bigger. A desk with a readout and a couple textbooks, and the remains of a mealpac. A couple boxes on the floor, some tools around the edges, a door to the 'fresher. Picks his way through and rolls up netting.*

I guess I better tell you now: I'm on top. Always.

*starts taking off his shirt. Pauses, half in, half out*

So, uh, what can you do? Do you ernjoy any of it?

*finishes pulling shirt off to hide embarassment, neglecting that he's blushing clear over his shoulders*

Can't top. Not without help. Frank have a few tricks he teaching me for that. *slight smile* So good thing you top always.

*starts undressing, his clothes all wraps and ties, uncomplicated and easy to get out of*

And I enjoy all. Even if it not always obvious.

[[ooc: hate to say it, but the mun has to go to bed. Real sex beats cyber, even with someone as hot as Bagoas. Pick this up tomorrow?]]

((ooc: Sure thing. :D ))

[[ooc: switching to narrative mode for this]]

Sitting on the edge of the bunk, Han tugs off his boots and undoes his gunbelt.

He pauses, his hands on the waistband of his pants. He stares at the beautiful, and very naked, young man in front of him for a minute and then clears his throat.

“There’s something you need to know.”

He undoes the first hook.

“My people split from the main human stock a few billennia ago. I don’t look like you do.”

Hurrying to cover his embarrassment, he undoes the rest of the fasteners and drops his pants. Taking one shaft in each hand, he holds them and lazily traces his thumbs over the curves of the heads, waiting for Bagoas’ reaction. Excitement, horror, he’s braced for either.

*tilts head*

*stares*

*recovers quickly, the consummate professional (and knowing he has no place to judge anyone's differences)*

*holds out hands to him, lying back*

Whatever you want to do. Nothing you don't want to.

*kisses Bagoas before licking all over the honey colored skin*

[[ooc: you really need to read this fanzine Sanctuary Moon 2. That's where I got the idea. The author said something about kangaroos here on earth being bifurcated when I asked. And shall we take it as read they have really good sex? Sorry about the delete.]]

*still a little taken by surprise, but warms up quickly, considering possibilities*

((OOC: Very, very good, I have no doubt. No prob.))

((ooc: you knooooow not to piss of coach Ash :D ))

[[ooc: if either of them feels like walking in, it could be amusing. Otherwise, I'll deal with the fallout in my Sunday morning post.]]