AU: Bar Crawl
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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.)
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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Date: 2020-08-23 01:00 pm (UTC)"Fruit, cheese, chocolate, and a little wine," Ibani explains.
She removes the glasses and the wine first, then looks up at him, almost shy.
"May I kiss you?" she asks, flushing slightly.
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Date: 2020-08-23 01:03 pm (UTC)"Please do," he says, with a warm smile.
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Date: 2020-08-23 01:08 pm (UTC)She's more careful in the Force this time, more restrained. The love-desire-pleasure not a rising sea but the careful warmth of a banked fire.
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Date: 2020-08-23 01:22 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-08-23 01:35 pm (UTC)Feeling the edge of him in the Force makes something in her relax that she didn't realize was tight. She'd gladly bask in his force presence like a Loth-cat in the sun, if he'd let her.
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Date: 2020-08-23 01:42 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2020-08-23 02:04 pm (UTC)She sighs in pleasure as he relaxes into her, easing his strained self. He can rest and bask in her too, warmth and love, a tingle in the skin like the air before a thunderstorm.
Eventually, she pulls back a little, saying "slow" to herself and looking thoroughly kissed. She's suddenly very sure what her dreams are going to be like tonight.
Pouring wine for both of them is a a useful way to both distract herself from the remembered feelings of kissing him and an eventual cure for her thirst. Well, one of her thirsts, at least.
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Date: 2020-08-23 05:02 pm (UTC)He takes a glass when it's poured and lifts it to her. "What shall we toast to?"
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Date: 2020-08-23 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-08-23 05:17 pm (UTC)"To hope," he agrees.