AU: Alderaan

[last_kallig]

Ibani has not only made plans, she's made PLANS, plans for supplies, transport, the ideal location, ideal weather conditions, and several other factors besides.

Excessive for a picnic? Probably. It could even be excessive planning for a picnic that, energy and mood of all participants permitting, might include seduction. Ibani does not care.

Besides, she might as well USE that enormous patch of wilderness that came with the title of Lady Kallig and that nobody's allowed to build structures on for SOMETHING, right?

She's slipped into Milliways in the hopes of finding Ben.

(OOC: Warning for adult content)

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[acertainpov]

Ben catches her wrist in his hand and holds her as he carefully cleans the fruit and the juice - lightly and affectionately and just basking in the intimacy. Where it's dripped down the side of her palms he covers with a chain of gentle kisses.

"Have you ever done anything like playing sport?"

He hasn't.

[last_kallig]

Ibani shares her own basking in the intimacy in the Force as well as her physical pleasure. So much of what she's discovering with Ben is new and wondrous, even as old as she is. (When she was on Korriban, even in her most optimistic dreams she never expected to live long enough to reach 30, never mind 40!)

"No, I haven't," she replies. "I've heard the expression of sport being a substitute for war, but I've been rather busy with the real thing."

[acertainpov]

"Mandalorian sports maybe."

Which are highly competitive, dangerous and sometimes brutal.

"I'm not sure what war is substituted by Corellian Golf, but I'd like to sign up for that one."

Not the sport though, the sport sounds dull as anything.

[last_kallig]

"Or huttball, though I don't know that that counts when you are openly encouraged to shoot or stab the opposing team."

Ibani ponders Corellian Golf. "Would definitely be a different kind of war, would make for a nice change." Ibani snags a fritter and offers it to Ben. The fritters are slightly spicy.

[acertainpov]

"I don't thin anything the Hutts get up to counts as sport," Ben says dryly. He wipes his fingers dry on his pants and continues to comb his hands through her hair gently.

"

[last_kallig]

"Probably not," Ibani agrees. She feels full, at least for now.

"Before I fall asleep on your lap like the old woman that I am," she says, half teasing, "would you let me try that technique I mentioned on you?"

She COULD fall asleep though, it's very soothing!

[acertainpov]

But that would involve moving and he's really enjoying having her there!

"Mmm?" says Ben, sounding like he was about to fall asleep himself.

"...yes, if you wish."

He's not going to outright ask for it, mind.

[last_kallig]

Ibani sits up, gives him a lingering kiss. "It's part massage as well as Force technique. Would be easier without at least your shirt, but you can keep everything on if you like."

She moves out of his way, then stretches. "The technique I was shown starts with working on the back, then moves on to the limbs."

[acertainpov]

He doesn't hold back on letting her feel just how disappointed he is that she's had to move from his lap, but he also leans into the kiss, combing his fingers through her hair one last time.

"Any excuse to get me undressed," he scolds lightly, starting first on the belt to release his tunic.

[last_kallig]

"We can do that again later, we've got time," she says, feeling his disappointment.

"I didn't know I needed an excuse," Ibani teases. The Force is full of love and affection.

She reaches for one of the bottles that was in the basket that isn't wine. It's a clear oil of some kind. She pours some on her hands, rubs it in. She doesn't want her hands to catch and drag on his skin while she's working.

[acertainpov]

"You don't," he admits, pulling his shirt off finally to expose his chest and lies back before turning over so he's lying on his front, cheek resting on his folded hands as he watches her.

"How do you want me?"

[last_kallig]

"I want you in all kinds of ways, but flat on your stomach will work for the massage."

Oh dear, she's picked up Ben's flirting habits already.

She brings the bottle of oil over, sure that she'll need more. Once he's facedown on his stomach she straddles his waist, her weight on her knees on either side of him. She puts her hands gently on his back, just above his hips. "Life energy runs in channels, like water, and if those channels get closed off or narrowed, it doesn't flow effectively."

She's completely open to him, love and a sense of concentration in the Force as she massages his muscles and the tiniest thread of her power coaxes the life energy in Ben's body to flow. She lets him sense what she's sensing, move along with her as she works. So many of his channels are narrower than they should be or closed off entirely. She's careful, so very careful, to coax them open as her hands move over this body.

[acertainpov]

Ben closes his eyes after a few seconds and stretches into the sensations. It's not just the channels for the Force that she'll find aa challenge; his muscles and sinew are all tight, knotted with years of hard work and neglect.

Opening all of this isn't going to be an easy job.

[last_kallig]

Oh, Ben, you really haven't been good to yourself, have you?

It's not easy, but Ibani is determined! She slowly, carefully, un-knots his muscles and sinews.

She hasn't noticed how much she's sweating by the time she finally starts work on his arms.

[acertainpov]

He's been too busy being good to everyone else! Which is partly why, when she makes his arms and he can feel how hard she's worked, how much she's exerting herself, he shifts. Ben moves an arm away, and rolls to the side, his body just a little too tired to sit up quite yet.

"That's enough," he says.

[last_kallig]

Ibani blinks when he moves and she's suddenly aware of just how much she's sweating.

"You're probably right," she admits. "The Voss healer did not sweat at all," she grumbles in complaint to the universe. Her clothes are more or less plastered to her skin with sweat. "Ugh. Want to help me out of this?" she says, gesturing at her clothes.

[acertainpov]

Of course he does! Still tired, Ben stays on his back, but slides his hands up under her shirt from where he sits, shamelessly using the Force when he can't reach from his position.

"Maybe you just need more practise?" he suggests. "Or a good rest."

[last_kallig]

"Could be. Or maybe it's a species difference? For all I know the Voss don't sweat at all."

She could have stopped with the shirt, pants, and boots, but the underclothes are sticking even worse, so they go too. She sprawls next to him on the blanket, lying on her back. "How do you feel, after?"

Yes, she could probably tell through the Force, but words are important!

[acertainpov]

Words are hard! He's putting enoough effort into being open, into making himself detectable and for once in his life actually honest in the Force, that asking him to put words on it as well becomes a challenge.

He wrinkles his nose, settles on a complaint.

"Sore."

It'll wear off.

And so he doesn't need to answer too much he rolls onto his side, to treat himself to a good look at Ibani lying next to him.

[last_kallig]

"You were very tight," Ibani replies, smiling softly.

"Like what you see?" she teases as he rolls onto his side. Ibani isn't wearing anything and is not embarrassed in the least. "I'm pondering jumping into that pond to get the sweat off."

[acertainpov]

"It is an outstanding view," he says, running a finger up her arm through the sweat, love and desire and admiration echoing in the Force.

He glances over to the pond, and back at her, considering. "It's tempting."

[last_kallig]

She shivers delightedly at his touch and at what he's projecting in the Force and she echoes love, desire and admiration back at him. "Flattery," she replies, but she's pleased to hear it.

"You can join me if you like," she says, sitting up. "Or watch if the water's a little too cold for you."

She steps into the pond, which is cold but not cold enough to be dangerous, then submerges herself for a few moments before she resurfaces. "Definitely a bit chilly. Might need you to warm me up a bit when I get out," she teases.

[acertainpov]

Really, if it's not Hoth he doesn't care. Ben pulls himself up after her, and unties his pants before following her in a few steps behind.

Just before it's deep enough to be called wading he stops, closes his eyes for a second and then continues forward.

If you can keep yourself warm while swimming, what is the Force even for?

[last_kallig]

Ibani is using that Force trick herself once Ben is in the water.

Ibani grins when he enters the water. "Not Manaan, but the water feels nice."

She swims over to Ben, places a hand on his shoulder, then leans in to kiss him.

[acertainpov]

Ben leans into the kiss, then brings his hands up to cup her upper back as he floats out into the deeper water with her.

"Warmer than the bar, at least."