Hira Mitsae
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked
[member="Sam Paige"]
Smile broadened at her response.
He hadn't been sure what to expect- part of him wondered if she would try to roll away and put some space between them.
Because this? Right now? It was weird and Ben wasn't complaining, but he was fully conscious about it. More often than not people didn't go from good friends to kissing to this in such a short span of time and it worried Ben. That was Benedict for you though, always a worrier, always concerned and keeping track of things that weren't even that much of a concern.
It was a wonder he hadn't planted a tracking chip on her or her ship yet.
"You could..." She wasn't wrong, his body hurt from keeping himself in that position to make sure she didn't wake. "We could also do this."
Ben pulled at her, spurred on by her worry and made him realize how silly his was, pulling her into his arms where he would kiss her, if she let him do it. Lips locked, exploring softly, nothing of the wild passion and hunger from the previous night. Just patient gentleness that let her dictate how hard or soft she was comfortable with.
If at all.
Smile broadened at her response.
He hadn't been sure what to expect- part of him wondered if she would try to roll away and put some space between them.
Because this? Right now? It was weird and Ben wasn't complaining, but he was fully conscious about it. More often than not people didn't go from good friends to kissing to this in such a short span of time and it worried Ben. That was Benedict for you though, always a worrier, always concerned and keeping track of things that weren't even that much of a concern.
It was a wonder he hadn't planted a tracking chip on her or her ship yet.
"You could..." She wasn't wrong, his body hurt from keeping himself in that position to make sure she didn't wake. "We could also do this."
Ben pulled at her, spurred on by her worry and made him realize how silly his was, pulling her into his arms where he would kiss her, if she let him do it. Lips locked, exploring softly, nothing of the wild passion and hunger from the previous night. Just patient gentleness that let her dictate how hard or soft she was comfortable with.
If at all.