[ honestly, she isn't exactly in a rush to leave this spot either. not really, not technically. she doesn't want to. but she knows that they have a habit of going from zero to sixty way too quickly, so if there's any chance of them finding a new spot, it would have to be now. very much right now. those fingers move away from his lips to rest on his cheek instead, and it's probably counter productive to keep her eyes on his while she tries to continue this whole "voice of reason" thing and think of what the best course of action is here, but. woops.
she just ends up lifting up off of his lap, so careful, until she can move so she's facing him fully, with her legs on either side of his as she settles on his lap again. which decidedly isn't dragging him out of the ship, nope, that's not what that was. and there's something pressing into her side so she has to shift even closer, but that's fine. there's still enough space between them to like, move. and it's actually not as uncomfortable as she thought it would be. it's still a tight fit though, for sure - she can't move her knees without knocking into him, or the seat, or all those important things around his seat, and she can feel his helmet caught on the back of her heel, but. besides all that. she's a spider-totem, okay, of course she's pretty comfortable in a tight position. and she doesn't actually mind not being able to move from this spot now that she's here.
because from here, she's able to hold his face in both of her hands, actually look at him. she smiles again, too bright, like maybe her adrenaline is still looking for a place to go and will just settle for expressing how happy she is, for now.
and inevitably, she kisses him again, but it mostly just feels like a punctuation mark to all that moving around. there. settled. ]
Clothes stay on. [ it's important to establish that, okay!! although genuinely, she's not sure she could actually get close enough for him to be able to fuck her anyway unless she gets out of the cockpit. but that kind of defeats the purpose, as far as she's concerned. there's other stuff they can do. even if they only get as far as making out before someone interrupts them. because that's still a possibility - the x-wing isn't the only thing in this hangar ] And we need to try and pay attention, someone could still-
[ aaaand they're kissing again. is it her fault? maybe. she was practically talking against his lips. she doesn't think it matters much either way ]
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[ honestly, she isn't exactly in a rush to leave this spot either. not really, not technically. she doesn't want to. but she knows that they have a habit of going from zero to sixty way too quickly, so if there's any chance of them finding a new spot, it would have to be now. very much right now. those fingers move away from his lips to rest on his cheek instead, and it's probably counter productive to keep her eyes on his while she tries to continue this whole "voice of reason" thing and think of what the best course of action is here, but. woops.
she just ends up lifting up off of his lap, so careful, until she can move so she's facing him fully, with her legs on either side of his as she settles on his lap again. which decidedly isn't dragging him out of the ship, nope, that's not what that was. and there's something pressing into her side so she has to shift even closer, but that's fine. there's still enough space between them to like, move. and it's actually not as uncomfortable as she thought it would be. it's still a tight fit though, for sure - she can't move her knees without knocking into him, or the seat, or all those important things around his seat, and she can feel his helmet caught on the back of her heel, but. besides all that. she's a spider-totem, okay, of course she's pretty comfortable in a tight position. and she doesn't actually mind not being able to move from this spot now that she's here.
because from here, she's able to hold his face in both of her hands, actually look at him. she smiles again, too bright, like maybe her adrenaline is still looking for a place to go and will just settle for expressing how happy she is, for now.
and inevitably, she kisses him again, but it mostly just feels like a punctuation mark to all that moving around. there. settled. ]
Clothes stay on. [ it's important to establish that, okay!! although genuinely, she's not sure she could actually get close enough for him to be able to fuck her anyway unless she gets out of the cockpit. but that kind of defeats the purpose, as far as she's concerned. there's other stuff they can do. even if they only get as far as making out before someone interrupts them. because that's still a possibility - the x-wing isn't the only thing in this hangar ] And we need to try and pay attention, someone could still-
[ aaaand they're kissing again. is it her fault? maybe. she was practically talking against his lips. she doesn't think it matters much either way ]