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Daisy zips up the trail toward home, grateful for how much faster the speeder is when it's not laden with supplies. Today, the only things weighing it down are her, the human passed out over the handlebars, and the unresponsive and immobile battle droid lashed carefully but inelegantly to the storage area.
Up ahead, there's a flash of red light. There's really only one thing that can be, this time of the morning.
"Hi."
(Is she blushing? She is maybe blushing, just a little.)
...that is just way too damn cute.
He reaches out and taps her cheek.
"You're pink."
"Well, you're cute."
Thump, goes the door, and Dusk scoffs and sits up to scoop him into her arms.
--whoa.
Technically, he knows that Force-sensitives tend to be stronger, but...still.
(Kind of attractive.)
She chuckles, and then carries him out to the cot in the workroom.
Lying side by side is much less of an option, here, they'll just have to make do.
...ok, he definitely doesn't dislike where this is going.
"Kind of a small space, huh?"
"Yup." She arranges herself on it and then scoops him up again with hands and telekinesis to lie on top of her. "Comfy, though, hm?"
"I mean, comfy is a word for it."
He squirms a little. She's warm, and he thinks he can feel her pulse, a little, and he can't stop noticing any of it.
"...ok, this time is definitely flirting, right?"
"Mmhmm." She crosses her wrists behind his back - a subtle restraint, but definitely one - and reaches up to kiss his nose.
He's very, very attentive to whether he's being restrained during this sort of moment, because he likes it so damn much.
He receives the nose kiss and laughs, then goes for her lips. Nothing serious, just a brief kiss, if he makes it.
Mmhmm.
She sets the back of one of her hands to crackling with tiny bolts of lightning - too contained to zap him, yet - and pets him with it, on his back, careful of his spine.
He can feel the static shivering on his skin, feel the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and stand up. He leans into the touch.
"That's gonna...hit you, too, if you're touching me..."
Well, he might as well wait and see, then.
He closes his eyes and sighs as she pets him, trying to let go of the inevitable tension of waiting to be hit by lightning.
(It's way more fun when you don't quite expect it.)
After a while, she rucks up the back of his shirt, and after another while she rests her hand on the exposed skin.
A little while after that, the sparks start creeping across it, nibbling gently at him, with the occasional sharper bite.
He twitches and gasps at the bite of the sparks, burying his face in her shoulder.
(It's not enough to be really bad, but it's...a tease, a promise.)
She pets his shoulders and the back of his neck with her free hand, and takes advantage of the twitching to slide his shirt up further; the sparks get more intense as there are more of them.
His shoulders tense as the sparks start to build, and he bites his lip to keep from making a noise that would definitely not be appreciated in the other room.
He's never been hurt this tenderly before, and he really, really likes it.
Her hand on his shoulders goes from petting to massaging; digging at the coiled muscles to evoke another kind of pain. At the same time, the sparking on his back changes texture, from a staticky bite to the sting and percussive force of hailstones hitting him.
The massage and the hundreds of little impacts are sort of...soothing, actually.
He melts under her hands, breathing slowly into her shoulder, drifting and settling into the sensations.
The intensity maunders upward, never enough to startle him or knock him out of his trance, occasionally backing off, or with the sting of electricity or the burn of flame mixed in, but mostly just her fingers and the percussive force - more like a rain of blows than hail, after a while - growing inconstantly more painful.
His mind is slow, foggy, with just enough presence to moan quietly and squirm every time a blow lands particularly hard or there's a new kind of pain.
He's clearly, uh, enjoying himself, in a way that would be evident even if she couldn't sense his emotions.
She backs off on the intensity - just a little, enough to be one of the lower-intensity phases, but also enough to give him some space to think - as the hand providing the electricity slides into the back of his pants.
He actually laughs a little -- it's ridiculous, when you think about it, that he met a Sith Lord yesterday and today she's groping his ass with her electric hand -- and then another jolt hits and he makes a different sound instead.
What good sounds.
The electricity begins spreading again, much more slowly and carefully this time, noticeably stronger at the edges of its range.
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