Stark Industries [most of the day]

[momslilassassin]

Ben was back at his shift for the first time in months (for him, at least), but instead of tinkering with some new shiny bit of electronics, he was focused intently on his computer screen.

He'd run a program trying to track the number of recorded pirate actions in his galaxy in the last few years, searching for patterns, and after chewing on the data for a few days, the program was finally ready.

He flipped the map to three dimensions and then projected it into the center of the shop...and went pale at the number of ships (and the comprehensive coverage of the spacelanes) it showed.

"If those are all Sith," he murmured out loud, "...if they're even half Sith...they've built a fleet."

His galaxy was so, so screwed.

The shop was open (other than third period), even if the guy behind the counter was going to be inclined to be talking to himself today.

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Ben's little gasp wasn't entirely to do with what Ender was doing to his neck.

"I like new things," he babbled.

[endsthegame]

"I like you," Ender mumbled into his neck.

The only reason he didn't add an apology for being entirely unsuave was, well, it was Ben.

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And Ben wouldn't know suave if it came into the shop wearing Lando's cape.

"Noticed that," he said, letting his hands wander a bit. "I'm highly trained to spot subtle things like that."

[endsthegame]

"So that's what all that Jedi training is good for."

Look, Ender wasn't proud about the way his legs slid up to Ben's waist. Or he wouldn't be, if he was thinking about it.

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"If we do something now, that doesn't stop us from the other stuff later, right?" Ben checked, nipping at Ender's earlobe.

[endsthegame]

"Depends on whether you can lock the door from here," Ender sighed, sliding his fingertips under Ben's shirt.

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Ben fingers moved and the deadbolt slipped into place with supernatural haste.

"I can do that," he said, tugging Ender toward the back room.

[endsthegame]

"What was that you said earlier?" Ender asked, following. "'Mmm, wall'?"

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"Yes," Ben said, grinning at him and kicking the door closed with his foot. "Feeling inspired?"

[endsthegame]

"A little bit, but you told me to leave my best ideas for tonight," Ender said, shoving him up against the wall and kissing him.

Sometimes you just didn't want to deal with snarky comebacks.

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Ben moaned softly and pulled Ender closer.

[endsthegame]

Ender made sure to explore Ben's mouth thoroughly before he as much as thought about coming up for air. One hand wound up on Ben's hip. The other on the wall behind him.

He nearly knocked over a paint can.

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Ben's hands moved down to cup Ender's rear, just in case he needed more encouragement.

He, personally, didn't care if he had to spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up back here. It felt too good to stop.

[endsthegame]

Ender nudged him back against the wall a little more, then leaned down and bit down gently on his neck.

He figured Ben's Jedi senses would be alert enough to warn them... after the Topher fiasco.

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And Ben had learned that lesson well and was not getting so focused that he wouldn't notice someone approaching who might, say, fire them both.

He gasped out a very crude Rodian curse and scratched his fingers down Ender's back.

[endsthegame]

Good. Though that didn't mean Ender was interested in wasting any time.

As proven by the short work he made of the fastenings of Ben's flight suit.

He kissed the mark on Ben's neck, then bit down on it again.

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And now we are here because wow are they not staying WS...