The Junkyard, Friday Evening

[weetuskenraider]

To make a new lightsaber, one needed -- among other things -- metal for the casing. The junkyard had plenty of that. If she'd been anywhere at home, instead of in Fandom, Tahiri would have started doing this before now; she was a little surprised at herself that she hadn't yet, actually.

With boots on to protect her feet from any sharp and/or rusty edges, she was picking through a couple of piles near her X-Wing for likely prospects. There were other things she'd need, of course: the electrical components, a power cell, and the part she didn't have the slightest clue how to find just yet, the focusing crystal. Still, she might as well get started with what she could.

[OOC: Open if you want to find her there, sure!]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben gave into his instincts to lean in and kiss her. Maybe it would distract her from the blushing. "It was," he agreed.

[weetuskenraider]

"So . . ." Oh, kissing was a nice distraction. Definitely. It didn't do much to keep Tahiri's face from cooling down, though. We should do it again?

[momslilassassin]

Soon, Ben replied. We have a whole week off now...

[weetuskenraider]

So much free time. Tahiri, don't try to climb the boy. Whatever are we going to do?

[momslilassassin]

Ben had no problem with a Tahiri in his lap. At all. Eat ice cream? Take a break from here?

[weetuskenraider]

Both at once? Sadly, it wasn't innuendo at all. Tahiri ran her fingers through his hair and nipped at his lip. We could go at it in the salle a few times, too.

Sadly, still not innuendo.

[momslilassassin]

Even though your lightsaber is gone? Ben replied, distracted by the fastenings on her flightsuit.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri's Force-sense almost felt like she'd let out a sigh . . . or was it a happy whimper? I can probably get a hold of a practice blade for now.

[momslilassassin]

His hands slid along skin as he nipped at her neck. You could borrow one of mine.

[weetuskenraider]

Are you sure you trust your blade in my hands? Tahiri might've been returning the favor with his clothes, now.

[momslilassassin]

Ben snickered. Yes? he replied, sliding his thumbs up her chest.

[weetuskenraider]

I made the last one explode, Tahiri pointed out. Innocently. Really.

Even while trying to get his shirt off.

[momslilassassin]

He was more than happy to lose the shirt, being too busy trying not to sporfle at the innuendo.

Did you now? he replied.

[weetuskenraider]

What innuendo? There had been sparks and blowing up!

Uh huh. Big time, Tahiri answered, nipping at his chest.

[momslilassassin]

Ben leaned back to give her easier access and completely lost the thread of the conversation.

If you say so, he babbled.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri laughed and glanced up at him, asking aloud, "Do you really want to find out for yourself?"

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed as he blushed. "I don't know," he said. "Do I?"

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri blinked at him, blushing even brighter red. "Um. What were we talking about, exactly?"

[momslilassassin]

"I can't remember," he admitted sheepishly.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri took in their current state (but, sadly, not their current location) and grinned. "I'm not entirely sure it matters."

[momslilassassin]

He laughed and glanced at the sun. "It might if I stay shirtless out in the sun, unless you want me to match the skin tone of Master Cilghal."

[weetuskenraider]

"You redheads." Tahiri reached up to ruffle his hair. "A little light from a planet with only one sun and you turn the color of your landspeeder."

[momslilassassin]

"Shhhhh, blame Mom's genes," he said. "Dad tans like you do."

[weetuskenraider]

"Yes, I had noticed," Tahiri said, wondering what would happen if she traced his nipple with the tip of her tongue.

Now is not a good time to discuss parents, Tahiri.

[momslilassassin]

He'd probably not fall off of the X-Wing?

"You spend a lot of time staring at my Dad?"

Stop talking, Ben.