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last_kallig ([personal profile] last_kallig) wrote2020-08-08 08:53 am

AU: Bar Crawl

After the events at the Foundry, Ibani felt that both she and Ben desperately needed some R+R. There was much research and questioning of her various contacts, smugglers, pirates, spies, and other such folk for good places to drink and eat on Nar Shaddaa.

She has a list! Although her first plan is to ask Ben where HIS favorite places on Nar Shaddaa were and see if any of them exist in her when, because you never know.

In the interests of blending in, Ibani has gone for the smuggler/pirate look in brown and bright emerald synthleather with a vibroblade strapped on one hip. (She has her lightsabers too, of course, but those are more hidden.)
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[personal profile] acertainpov 2020-08-23 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's a good spot for that."

It beats meditating on Tatooine, but then Ben gets too much peace and quiet these days, it's nice to have peace and quiet in decent humidity.

He sits, folding his legs in front of him, and removes his hat to expose his hair to the climate controlled air.

"So what have you salvaged from the kitchen?"
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[personal profile] acertainpov 2020-08-23 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He turns his attention away from the hamper and the wine, and gives it fully to her, one hand coming up like hers to lose fingers in the hair at the back of her head.

"Please do," he says, with a warm smile.
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[personal profile] acertainpov 2020-08-23 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ben closes his eyes, and at first just lets his physical response speak for him, responsive and tender as he shifts just fto make sitting more comfortable for both of them, one hand on the grass next to her hips, the other gently nestling in her hair.

At the edges though, he opens up, lets part of his being leak out into the force: like tha sound of an ocean from far away, distant and indistinct, but the sense of something vast and deep.
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[personal profile] acertainpov 2020-08-23 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She doesn't have to worry, he can lead her, read her own desires and pleasures for the both of them, but he's also heppy to let her take the lead, to learn to read him and to understand herself. He's an old hand, but this is new for her.

He relaxes into her, eases the part of him that strained so hard against the wills of the Tuk'ata, and keeps that marginal door open, lets her bask in it all she needs: warmth and compassion and unconditional love.
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[personal profile] acertainpov 2020-08-23 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
When she pulls back he smiles at her and his hand slides down from her neck to rest between her shoulder blades as he watches her pour, leaving that presence open to her still.

He takes a glass when it's poured and lifts it to her. "What shall we toast to?"
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[personal profile] acertainpov 2020-08-23 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, he likes that. He smiles brightly and tilts his glass to meet hers.

"To hope," he agrees.