Tahiri had no idea why she'd spent half her morning wondering if she should replay last night's radio broadcast a few times, just that the idea had kept occurring to her. She'd also foregone lightsaber practice completely today -- no way she could do that without cutting off her own foot or something, not after what Dinah had said and everything she just kept picking up from people today.
She practically ran all the way to the Preserve to find Ben by the time afternoon rolled around, and . . . wasn't feeling all that relieved to be away from everyone else's emotions, somehow.
She flopped down on the blanket near Ben but didn't say anything just yet, in case his meditation was going better than it actually was.
It wasn't like they didn't do this all the time, so why was her breath catching when she curled her fingers around his hand? Good thing Tahiri was already lying down. "Uh huh. Everybody's gone kind of . . . I don't know. Weird. Again. But differently, only not quite."
"A lot more. You, um, brought a lot of food," Tahiri said, which only brought her conversation with George to mind again, and her Force-sense spiked with embarrassment.
"I figured if we had our mouths occupied, we might not say anything horrifying," Ben said, going pink as he thought of other ways they might keep their mouths occupied.
Tahiri squeaked, a sound that was not dignified or suave in the slightest, and her fingers tightened around his hand again. "I'm more worried about people saying things to me."
"Like, um . . ." Tahiri squirmed closer, suddenly fascinated by watching his finger move up and down her arm, but not so completely fascinated that she didn't reach over to start playing with his hair. And maybe the curve of his ear while she was at it. "I . . . was I saying something?"
Tahiri ran her finger along his jawline, now way too fascinated by his eyes to look away. "There might've been something about keeping our mouths busy. Maybe."
"What'd we bring to eat?" Tahiri didn't realize she'd flicked her tongue out against his fingertip, or that she was reaching over to run her free hand along his chest.
The food was not her primary concern at the moment, obviously.
"Sounds delicious," Tahiri teased, and for some reason thought it would be a good idea to follow up that statement by trying to catch the tip of Ben's finger between her lips.
She practically ran all the way to the Preserve to find Ben by the time afternoon rolled around, and . . . wasn't feeling all that relieved to be away from everyone else's emotions, somehow.
She flopped down on the blanket near Ben but didn't say anything just yet, in case his meditation was going better than it actually was.
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The food was not her primary concern at the moment, obviously.
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"Um," he said coherently.
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His hand drifted down toward her waist.
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