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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.
Oh.
"–I think if..."
He moves all at once to try to sit up on his knees and pull her into his lap.
It doesn't work; she restrains him until the sparks on his head and chest have had a chance to disperse, and then nods.
This time she cooperates; the lightning arcs painfully to his heels as he goes to sit on them, and then wraps around his feet and ankles. She hugs him, with her free arm, and kisses him deeply, and then there's a gentle push of telekinesis at his back and her hands settle at his hips as she begins rocking into him.
This is definitely better. He's not covering her, smothering her, keeping her from escaping (who knows where those words or those thoughts come from?). It's balanced.
He holds her as close to him as he can, tries to feel nothing but the heat of her skin for a moment even as the sensation of being inside her is almost overwhelming and the lightning at his feet makes it hard for his mind to work at all.
He returns the kiss, deep as he can, and moves with her.
Mmmmmmmm.
(...wow, it's been a while. Even distracted as she is, she's not going to last long.)
And, there she goes. The support at his back flickers out for a moment and everything below the base of his spine is bathed in sparks as she clenches around him, holding him close and moaning.
With the clenching and the flood of sparks, it doesn't take long for him to follow her.
He grips her a little too tight and gasps into her shoulder and shakes like a leaf with the feeling.
She clutches the back of his head and lets the sparks recede. "My Kai-Zi. Mine."
When he comes down from it enough to think, he loosens his grip enough that he's not worried it'll hurt.
"...I really like you."
Sort of stating the obvious, at this point, but he felt it was necessary.
"Good," she says, and kisses him, and tugs him down onto the ground where they can relax. "I like you, too, 'f it wasn't obvious."
"Yeah." She pets him, and looks up to grab her cloak and bring it over to cover them both; it's snuggly and warm after the cool night air. "You okay? It seemed like you weren't, for a minute there."
Snuggly is definitely good. Now that there's less exertion involved, it's chilly out here.
"I'm okay. Didn't even know I had that hangup. I guess it's never come up."
"Yeah," she grins, "but that wasn't what I was going for, and that's kind of important. And it's -" she humms, thoughtfully.
She shrugs, and smooths down his hair, petting from the top of his head down to his shoulders. "I'm not sure I'm making the right comparison. But - when it was me, it was important for me to have - the right story, the right understanding of what was going on and why. It made it bearable, until I was strong enough to stop it."
He looks a little alarmed.
"Maybe not the best comparison, yeah. You weren't forcing me to do anything."
"It did kind of feel like I was...trapping you or something. And also kind of felt exposed."
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