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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.
He grabs at her sides without really thinking about it, pressing his face into her shoulder again.
It's like being hit, but not so easy to follow, not so simple an impact, deeper and more thorough. It gets under the skin.
He takes shuddering, uneven breaths, and clings onto her.
It speeds up a little; apparently she's not going for that particular kind of torture today.
As it reaches his most sensitive parts, three distinct bands emerge at the edge - the tingle of static, the sting and soreness of being hit, and then a deep aching pain, like overexertion or a broken bone, lingering behind them.
"...fuck. Oh, fuck--"
He bites back a whimper and squeezes his eyes shut. He thinks he could get off on this alone -- probably will, if she keeps it up.
He hopes she can feel some of what this is doing to him.
"Mmmhmm." She pets the back of his head and bites his shoulder as the intensity ratchets up.
Oh.
That was enough.
He shudders and curls closer and gasps until he doesn't have any breath left.
She holds him while he gasps and curls, keeping the intensity steady until he begins to fade; she matches it, until she's just holding him against her, breathing steadily and nuzzling his neck.
"Good?" she asks, giving the top of his ear the lightest of nips.
He nods weakly.
"Mmh. Good."
There's a deep feeling of contentment that he hasn't even gotten close to since he arrived. (She won't know it for sure, but he hasn't gotten close to it in a long time.)
"Good." She slides her hand up his back, making no particular effort to avoid the bruises and burns, to rest it comfortably below his shoulderblades.
He had wondered somewhere in the haze if she was just giving him the feeling of blows and burns, but those are definitely real bruises.
He makes an exhausted little noise at the movement of her hand.
(He sort of wants to say "I love you", but doesn't know if what he means is "you are kind to me".)
She pets the back of his head again, gently, and nuzzles his shoulder. "Go ahead and sleep."
Well, if she says it like that, how can he refuse?
He passes out almost immediately.
She pets him and dozes until Daisy and Nine come in. Weirdo, she signs, grinning, in response to Daisy's incredulous look.
Okay, I trust you. Dinner?
Yeah, whatever.
Okay. And the two of them head outside.
"Hey, Kai-Zi." She nudges him awake.
"Mmm...?"
He blinks his eyes open slowly. It's hard for him to tell how long he's been asleep.
"Hey." Pet pet. "Dinner soon, if you want a shower or anything first."
"...yeah, that'd...probably be a good idea."
He did sort of make a mess of himself.
He starts to get up, and--
"--ow."
It turns out that being covered in bruises and burns from your shoulders down to your thighs makes moving a little tricky.
"Zero regrets ever in my life."
Well...that might be overstating it a little, but he feels the hyperbole is important. He's more awed and appreciative than anything.
"This is probably gonna suck under hot water."
He says, still feeling no remorse whatsoever.
"Yeah, probably," she says, sitting up, and then scoops him up again.
Scooped!
"Aaaah ow you're touching them."
He is oddly delighted about this.
"I have to get a picture of these."
She giggles, "sure," and then heads for the bedroom, stopping on the way to retrieve a camera from the cabinet. (She floats it in front of herself, her hands being full at the moment.)
"Ooh. Way better than an awkward self-shot."
He can't wait to see how this turns out.
She stops to consider for a minute when she gets to the bed, then takes a couple pillows from the pile and drapes him across them, half on his side. She takes a few shots before floating the camera over to show him the one she likes best.
His back is less a collection of bruises and more one huge dappled one, deeper purple over the muscles and lighter over the spine and kidneys and speckled with burns and blisters, with an obvious handprint where she was holding him.
"...that's gorgeous."
His whole face lights up.
"Is it vain to want that printed?"
"Nope."
He admires it for another moment.
"...so, I guess I'm gonna use your shower for the second time today."
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