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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.
"Mmmm," she hums, and it's not a moan but there's something moanlike in it. "You want to -?"
She cooperates, and then pauses to take off her cloak and shirt; the sparks on his chest and arm last for a few seconds after she takes her hand away before petering out.
She grins down at him, running her hand over his chest again, tracing the burned patterns in his shirt and the blisters rising beneath.
He looks up at her in awe, letting out little sighs at the attention to the burnt skin.
She basks in it, a little. "You can touch," she allows after a moment.
His hands trace reverently up her sides, just feeling the shape of her, starting to learn the contours of her body.
(She's gorgeous.)
Mmmm.
She leans forward to kiss him, one hand on the ground, the other coming up to cup the curve of his jaw.
He kisses back and winds a hand carefully into her hair.
This feels very different from the last time. There's that slight spark of nervousness and the same thrill there was his first time, and he can't quite place why.
He definitely likes hearing that.
His hand runs down her back slowly, and he sighs against her lips. He can't help rolling his hips a little underneath her.
She smiles, at that, and rolls them over so that she can get his shirt off, and then his pants, pausing at each stage to caress the newly exposed skin, her hands rough against him where the tools of her trades have calloused them.
He helps her with his clothes, shivering a little where her hands brush over him.
The moment he can, he leans down to kiss her again.
Mmm, kisses. She puts a hand on his hip, and one behind his head, and then she must be doing something to stop his hair from catching fire from the sparks.
He gasps.
It's so intense, there – he thinks he can feel every leaping spark of lightning crawling down the back of his neck, and the threat of it arcing into his spine makes him all the more aware. God, it's good.
It spreads - down his neck, down his shoulders, down his arms; across his chest, along his collarbone, up to the small of his neck...
It just gets better and better and better.
He abandons the idea of kissing entirely and curls his head down to bite her shoulder, making a noise that's not quite identifiable but is definitely loud.
His skin is all lighting up with pain, the muscles underneath twitching from the shocks.
The hand on his hip disappears, and she bucks under him, getting enough room to slide her pants down. Then it's back, at the base of his spine, and sparks start spreading down from it as well.
His hips slide against hers and he moans as the sparks creep down from her hand.
He feels bright, crackling, like a live wire. He thinks even if she stopped his skin would still be charged, that if anyone touched him but her it would be the last thing they did.
"Mmmm. My Kai-Zi." She nips at his ear as her hand disappears again, snaking between them to guide him home in the moment before the sparks disperse completely.
Oh.
That's...very different than anything he's used to.
He doesn't move for a moment, just tries to process the sensation, taking slow breaths into her shoulder.
He starts to move, making little noises into her shoulder and tangling a hand in her hair.
(Compared to the pain, this is so embarrassingly intimate.)
'Embarrassed' isn't what she was going for at all; she squeezes his legs between her knees, and the sparks retreat from his throat. "Tell me what would be better," she commands, quietly.
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