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[twostandingby]

Shove the stick to the left, throwing the X-wing into a sharp roll, and Tycho should feel the pull of the manuever even with the intertial compensator, but there's nothing. The simulators at Milliways are incredibly rudimentary; no simulated motion or even comm chatter. It's not flying. It's playing.

Still, it's as close as it comes to the real thing while Bound, and so Tycho is tucked behind the black curtain of one of the simulators in the recently (poorly) repainted room, determinedly vaping TIE Interceptors.

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[twostandingby]

He's holding on to her fiercely, almost shaking with every thrust, and it's just so-- kriffkrifffuckvaping close--

[alderaani-intel.livejournal.com]

She's biting her lip and moaning loudly again, squeezing him with her muscles, trying to make this go faster, 'cause he's killing her again.

[twostandingby]

A sharp cry and several equally sharp thrusts, back arched and her name on his lips, and then he collapses atop her.

[alderaani-intel.livejournal.com]

Her legs untangle from his waist and slide down to lay flat on the bed.

Mmmph. She can't move anymore. Too hard.

[twostandingby]

His heart hammers its way through a still, quiet moment before he finally returns to coherency and decides that his limbs are too heavy to bother attempting to lift. He kisses her neck softly.

[alderaani-intel.livejournal.com]

"Mrrf." She sighs, chest heaving still, and her eyes shut. Sleepy time!

[twostandingby]

It's like chronowork. They have sex? Winter falls asleep. A fond whuff of breath and Tycho rolls to one side, leaving an arm splayed protectively across her ribs and his forehead pressed against her jaw.

Still, it's a while before he closes his own eyes.




Never forget.