She thinks about it while she starts to untuck his shirt from his pants.

"Can you bring up the report? If they made one. They've been skimping a bit, from what Uthuar has been saying."

He shifts a bit to make her work easier, "I can give it a go," he agrees. 

He's so accommodating. She moves as well, straddling him, then running her hands over his stomach. He's warm and still a little sweaty from his day. She runs her nails lightly over him.

"Where would we go first? This is my first time being on the run in a stolen ship."

"Mm... Telos? First stop out of the asteroid belt... Then again, they're the ones who'll get the report when we steal the ship." 

"And Nar Shaddaa has a big Exchange presence..."

She leans into him more and kisses his neck. Her hands move to his side, continuing her light sharp touches.

"There are more planets in the galaxy than Nar Shaddaa and Telos..." He trails off, raising his hands to hold her waist, thumbs brushing up and down. "Not Hutt, not Republic..." 

His belt is an obstacle she will overcome. She starts working his neck with just a hint of sharp teeth.

"Lotsa colony worlds in need of supplies."

"Mmm... I've got... contacts in the Rim," he admits. He drags his hands up her sides, thumbing the underside of her breasts through her suit. 

Likes his hands. His touch. She closes her eyes and bites a little harder, as a treat.

"Trustworthy?" she asks, as she finally unlatches his belt and runs her hand down, palming him through his tight tight pants.

-he presses up into her hand, "Hhha, no one's- trustworthy-" he squeezes! 

Mmmwrong, but - she licks his neck and then leans back up to catch him into a heady kiss.

"Can trust me," she whispers against his lips, just as she slips inside his pants and wraps around his cock. "I take care of what's mine."

His eyelids squeeze shut and he moans, muffled in her lips. A shudder runs down his body, and he twitches in her hand, precum pebbling at his tip and wetting her fingers.

Good boy. She swallows his moan and begins to move her hand. Feels so good under her. Her Atton. Must be so ache and pain from the day. She kisses him again, then shifts her weight, pushing back and moving down his body to settle over his crotch.

- she licks his tip, lathering her tongue with his cum.

His hands slip to rest to either side, holding himself to the floor. Almost all of his attention is focused intently on her tongue, her hands, her body against his. 

He can be good. For her. Anything for her. Anything she wants.

Everything. She takes him. Drawing him out, with her hands and mouth and teeth and eventually, takes him inside. Riding him hard and fast, holding him down. He's hers. She takes and takes and takes. Filling up that empty space inside her with him and his body and thoughts and feelings and -

Everything is hazy and filmy except for her and him. Warmth and closeness, and silence. There's nothing in his head except warm, post-coital relaxation and the bliss of holding her in his arms. 

Whatever's going on outside can just shut up for now. 

Nothing is going on outside. Just nose kisses and happy snuggles.

It's not his problem, anyway. 

She buries her face against his neck. "You smell," she says, very muffled.

"Oh yeah?"

Licks! Licklick. "Sooo bad."

"Fresher's just over there," he doesn't gesture, but she probably knows where it is anyway. "Could take a sonic before you go." 

But licks!

"Maybe I like it."

"Mmm..." He runs his fingers through her hair, "You gonna like it after I spend another five hours in the cage?"

"Probably. But the others might riot and space you."