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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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She growls at him, pressing her hips up, moving her leg so her (booted) foot is digging into his lower back.

Gyah!

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He pauses, looks up at her with a bemused eyebrow raised.

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"I may smack you." She glares down at him. "Hard."

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The more she talks, the less is happening.

He settles in more comfortably, sitting on her legs. "Why's that?"

He is not amused. That is her imagination.

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She struggles to sit up. She gets...sort of up and reaches foward and SMACKS HIM!

On the arm.

Not the face. Don't want to damage the pretty.

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"Ow! What was that for?"

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Somehow..she's wiggled a leg free, and uses it to flip him over. So now, she's crawling towards him, and sits on him, pressing his arms into the mattress above his head. "Because."

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A bit of a startled yelp as he finds himself thudding onto his back and being summarily pinned. Score one, Winter.

And now he's just looking up at her, with part anticipation and part (smart) wariness.

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Very smart.

She lets his arms go, so she can sit on him properly, and pushes his shirt up, just a bit. Her hands trace patterns up and down his sides, pushing his shirt up a little at a time.

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Yes, okay, this is rather less funny when he's the victim.

He keeps his mouth shut. He does, however, let a hand wander toward her knee.

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Hand is slapped away, as she pushes the shirt up more and up over his FACE.

Then she starts a kissy-trail of torture! Or so she hopes.

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He yanks the shirt the rest of the way off over his head--because flying blind is something to be avoided if possible--and lets it drop onto the floor.

His chest rises and falls with less steadiness as she moves lower, but there's no audible reaction. He just watches quietly.

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She kisses her way down, till her nose touches his belt, and she pulls back up, scooting to the edge of the bed.

She sets to work on his boots, her back to him now.

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There's a grunt at the stopping, but then she's off him and he takes full advantage, sitting up and wrapping his arms around her from behind. He doesn't move his feet, letting her deal with the boots. Instead, he rests his hands on her stomach, nuzzles her hair aside to trail kisses across the back of her neck.

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Her head drops forward a bit, her hands faltering at his boots, but she manages to pull them off.

She turns around in his arms, shrugging her shirt off, and slid her palms over his bar chest.

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He pulls her into his lap, rests his forehead lightly against hers. His hands dance up her spine, and when they reach her bra strap, they--after a second or two's work--unsnap it.

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"Good job." She murmurs. Since you know, he usually sucks at bra-removal.

She shrugs the bra off, throwing it somewhere behind her. She takes his hands, sliding them up her waist, ribs, making them cup her breasts, as she bites her lip, watching him.

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His expression becomes less amused and more aroused mid-smile, eyes growing dark.

He squeezes gently, rubbing slowly with fingertips and palms, watching her in turn.

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Her head falls back slightly, arching herself into his hands, her own hands bracing herself on his shoulders.

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Hell but Winter's gorgeous like that, lips parted, face flushed, eyes half-shut.

Tycho's hands cup more firmly (but not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt), fingers rolling back and forth over her nipples, and he might have kissed her but he's too entranced by watching her to do it.

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Her cheeks flush, and she moves against him softly, her lower lip trapped between her teeth.

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No more laughing now. He's absolutely serious (and aching). He moves one hand to get an arm around her, and then he swings her onto her back on the bed, away from the edge. There's a moment's pause for him to yank off her boots--they make surprisingly loud thuds when hitting various pieces of furniture--and then he follows her, letting his weight bear down on her as he kisses her. This kiss has nothing of the slow, though it's certainly still thorough; it's hard and wanting.

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She wraps her arms around him, and slides her sock-feet up his leg, kissing him back, arching up to ensure direct contact between bodies at all time.

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And the silence is broken by a low groan, muffled by her mouth. Score two, Winter; so kriffing hot-- He settles in between her legs and, unable to help himself, grinds against her.

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She moans softly, detaching her mouth from his, moving down to his neck, licking at his pulse.