[ Poe's groaning, purposely dramatic about it, when she touches her fingers to his lips, more or less respecting that boundary, as flimsy as it might be. He'll press a couple of lighter kisses to her fingers instead, but he's not trying to push past them. Even if her intention is more playful than serious, it's not all that difficult to derail him if there's even a remote possibility that there's a thread of something serious to it. Especially when some part of him knows that she's got a point anyway. ]
No, no, no. [ He's murmuring in between those softer presses of his lips against her skin, a protest that's roughly as insistent as her own gesture. She's trying to be practical, and he knows that she's talking about things that he's already been thinking about, concerns that they're going to face sooner rather than later. Far too soon. ] I know, I know, I just...
[ One arm's wrapped around her waist, but his other hand's slipping back up to her face and her hair, as if he just can't resist the impulse to keep touching her, still balancing on an edge between playful and needy. There is a need there, and it wouldn't be difficult at all to dive right into that. True, BB-8 is right behind them, but if it seems like they're going to be busy for a while he tends to find other things to do, and he can let himself out of the ship on his own. It's probably for the best that he doesn't seem to understand this particular human obsession, and seems content to shrug it off as just another thing that they do that doesn't translate well in droid terms.
There are better places to sleep. Before he met up with her he'd already scouted out a few buildings that are less broken down than the others, mostly bare rather than crumbling, and with the survival kit in the x-wing it wouldn't be too hard to make a sort of camp situation somewhere nearby — ]
You're about to drag me out of this ship, aren't you?
[ It's not like he would be leaving her. Wherever they go, they're going to together, that's just a given. Still. Some part of him sorely wants to keep chasing this high while they have it, until they're both sweaty and completely out of breath, just so they're that close, and he won't have to think about anything but the kind of perfect way her body moves with his for just a little while longer. Even if it isn't the most practical time or place for that. ]
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No, no, no. [ He's murmuring in between those softer presses of his lips against her skin, a protest that's roughly as insistent as her own gesture. She's trying to be practical, and he knows that she's talking about things that he's already been thinking about, concerns that they're going to face sooner rather than later. Far too soon. ] I know, I know, I just...
[ One arm's wrapped around her waist, but his other hand's slipping back up to her face and her hair, as if he just can't resist the impulse to keep touching her, still balancing on an edge between playful and needy. There is a need there, and it wouldn't be difficult at all to dive right into that. True, BB-8 is right behind them, but if it seems like they're going to be busy for a while he tends to find other things to do, and he can let himself out of the ship on his own. It's probably for the best that he doesn't seem to understand this particular human obsession, and seems content to shrug it off as just another thing that they do that doesn't translate well in droid terms.
There are better places to sleep. Before he met up with her he'd already scouted out a few buildings that are less broken down than the others, mostly bare rather than crumbling, and with the survival kit in the x-wing it wouldn't be too hard to make a sort of camp situation somewhere nearby — ]
You're about to drag me out of this ship, aren't you?
[ It's not like he would be leaving her. Wherever they go, they're going to together, that's just a given. Still. Some part of him sorely wants to keep chasing this high while they have it, until they're both sweaty and completely out of breath, just so they're that close, and he won't have to think about anything but the kind of perfect way her body moves with his for just a little while longer. Even if it isn't the most practical time or place for that. ]