"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.

Tahiri made a soft noise of encouragement as she traced patterns on his chest, and wondered what exactly would happen if she pulled his finger a little further into her mouth and then ran the tip of her tongue around it.

Part of her was still flailing over being this forward with him. The rest was telling that part in no uncertain terms to shut the hell up.

Tahiri wasn't even bothering to keep her mental shields up at this point, and her lightheadedness was more than evident. She wrapped an arm around his neck, and if anything she was trying to pull him completely on top of her.

I kind of like this, she tried to tell him.

By which 'kind of' meant 'a lot.'

That little gasp Tahiri let out might have been Ben's name, and if her face was flushed right now as she tilted her head because those kisses felt good and she was all about encouraging more of them, it very much wasn't from embarrassment. She wrapped both arms around him in an almost surprisingly fierce embrace, like he wasn't close enough to her already.

It hadn't occurred to Tahiri before now just how much she really liked the little bit of pain that came with the pleasure when he nipped at her neck, or how much the near-growl made her even more lightheaded than she already was.

Her jumpsuit didn't have the layering problem that Ben's robes did -- although she seemed to be trying to help him with that, with the hand that wasn't running fingernails down the back of his neck -- but it was still very warm out here, and she wondered why she'd bothered buttoning it all the way up.

Tahiri was just fine with letting him do that, really, and was already fumbling with her collar -- why were her fingers not cooperating the way she wanted them to?

She tried to tangle her legs up with Ben's and ran a hand down his arm, not noticing or particularly caring that her Force-sense was just about going haywire.

Tahiri let out a little frustrated growl of her own, all but popping the top button right off her jumpsuit as she tugged at it, nuzzling Ben's hair (and wow, that was a neat sensation). This was a whole lot of neat sensations all at once, actually.

Over by where they'd laid the food out, a can of soda fizzed up and exploded all on its own. Tahiri didn't notice at all.

A second can of soda followed the first's example, but Tahiri didn't notice that either, or the slightly ominous rustling sound of another nearby tree, being preoccupied with trying to slide her hands beneath Ben's undertunic.

"Oh, Force, Ben, wow," she whimpered, because him kissing her there was new and not at all unwelcome, no matter how much she'd normally be mortified by it.

"You better --" She let out a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a pleading whine -- "oh, wow -- believe it."

At the moment she couldn't quite get enough of running her hands over his skin, even if she couldn't explain just why it was so intriguing.

A lot faster, and a lot less -- frightening wasn't the word, exactly, but something close to that.

"You know it," Tahiri breathed, tangling the fingers of one hand up in his hair and squirming as she projected a much stronger (and needier, even) wave of affection toward him than she usually would.

Still not paying any attention to the rustling of that tree somewhere nearby.

Any part of her that had been objecting before had long since given up -- that sound, plus the feel of his breath against her ear, didn't hurt at all, and Tahiri was just going to help him with those efforts.

"Sitting up might help," she mumbled. "Just temporarily, I mean."

The rustling continued, along with a tiny creaking sound. Tahiri still didn't care.

Tahiri couldn't stop staring at him, all of a sudden, her mouth half open and her skin very visibly flushed. That was more evident by the second, since she was still working at the buttons on her jumpsuit. She didn't remember buttons being this hard to deal with.

"Much." The scars only added to the fact that she thought he looked really good like this, the implications of which were the furthest thing from her mind.

Now it had been several whole seconds since she'd been touching him, and that needed to be fixed as soon as possible. She sat up and leaned forward to kiss him, much less gently than usual.

Tahiri was busy kissing him, one arm wrapped around his neck, so the most she could do to agree right away was to nod fiercely as she ran her fingers across his stomach.

"Should have worn my robes," she gasped once she pulled away for a moment, then decided the moment was too long and nearly knocked her forehead against his when she went back to kissing him.

She'd be mortified later on, yes. Right now she was having too much fun tracing circles on his chest with her fingertips.