electrocynic | MCA #5, Sunday Evening

Very, since Sarah didn't even know what the fuck a Trandoshan was.

"Mostly I judge based on shit people can't help."

Because she was a terrible person.

To Kanan's credit, that statement only startled a light bark of a laugh out of him. And he was still grinning when that laugh was done.

"Well," he drawled, "it's part of the whole experience, I suppose I can't fault anybody for doing inventory."

He seemed fairly unperturbed, so that was probably a good sign, right? Or maybe it was just ego. Who could tell?

Either way, Sarah hadn't really been talking about anything directly related to the situation they were currently in. It wasn't really innuendo; she was an all-purpose judger.

Still. It was a good reaction. (And ego had never been a problem for her. Outside of Devlin, anyway.)

She was still smirking. "I have high standards." She really did not. "Inventory's the only way to keep that up."

"I'll bet it does," Kanan replied, grinning and taking another drink. "Well, consider me forewarned, then. I certainly wouldn't want to subject you to anything substandard."

You know. Out of those things that people couldn't help.

"Then we should get along famously," Sarah rasped, only a little bit predatory with her smirk. But in the good way! She leaned forward, you know, just to be more comfortable. Or something. "'Coz people who stay above the standard get rewarded."

"Well, that sounds promising," Kanan decided, leaning in a little bit, his own smirk a predatory mirror of hers as he reached to set down his drink. "And what sort of rewards are there for those who raise the bar?"

Right, getting rid of the glass seemed like a good move. Sarah took one last sip from hers, though. When she licked her lip, it was because there was rum there. Honest.

"All kinds," she said. "But mostly really dirty ones."

"I was hoping you might say that," Kanan drawled, giving Sarah an appreciative once-over with not much in the way of subtlety when her tongue moved over her lip that way. "The dirty ones are the most fun, I think."

He tilted his head, smirking and leaning in just that little bit more.

"Don't suppose you have samples available for the curious?"

Sarah reached out to set her glass down on the table, now. When her now-empty hand returned, it settled on his knee –- actually, no. That was a little more his thigh, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was.

"Might do," she said, smirking back at him. And with all the leaning, it seemed like a pretty good time to just make the rest of the distance go away. By kissing him.

You know, that was precisely the way that Kanan was hoping she might want to make that distance go away? Between her lips against his and her hand on his thigh, he was finding himself quite happy with the sampling thus far. Enough that he was lifting his hand to slip around her waist, at least, which he figured would probably get that impression across, anyway.

That was a good move. Good enough that she shifted a little closer to him. Which also happened to push her hand a little further up his thigh.

The kiss wasn't very tentative. On a scale from 'light and tentative first kiss' to 'hello I'm definitely having sex with you tonight, repeatedly if possible', it was way more towards the latter than the former.

Well, that was good, because Kanan had grown out of 'light and tentative first kiss' territory back around the same time he'd given up on things like 'Jedi robes' and 'celibacy.'

It had been a big year, really.

This kiss, though? This one had bite to it, a sort of playful, hungry quality that gave plenty of the same vibe in turn. And Kanan's hand wandered that little bit more, settling on the small of her back so that he could pull her just that little bit closer.

He was a fan of closer.

Well, it was such a nice thing. A good thing to be a fan of – which Sarah also was, in case that wasn't obvious. And she hoped it was, from all the leaning.

At least she wasn't trying to climb into his lap. Yet, anyway.

She was just kissing him like that was an option.

That... was actually pretty fantastic, so far as options went. And it wasn't like Kanan wasn't shameless enough to encourage it, either. He gave a little hum in question, as if to say, 'Wouldn't this be so much easier if you were straddling me instead?' and let his other hand join the first, giving her a suggestive little nudge in his general direction.

... What? It wasn't like he was going to come up for air to say it. This was a damn good kiss.

Well if he was going to be encouraging...

Yeah, she moved. It was a little fumbly, what with her desire to also not break the kiss and all, but she managed without incident to shift and climb over his lap. Straddling was just so much more comfortable. Yes. Comfortable was exactly the word.

And she could do one better, reaching for the hem of her shirt once she'd settled down. Sure, she had to actually break the kiss for a few seconds when she was pulling said shirt off, but it was worth it. If her rack had looked great with the shirt, it looked even better in just a bra.

Not that he was getting much of a look when she went right back to kissing him, but. He'd know it was there.

Well, that was good. Kanan didn't need the reminder that it was there, but that moment taken to watch her remove that shirt was a fantastic moment all the same. He was grinning when he returned to that kiss, and, hell, he really only needed one hand for her back, didn't he? And if it wasn't on her back, per se, and if it was moving down to rest on that very attractive behind of hers, he figured she'd understand.

Either that, or she'd be somewhat more distracted by the hand that was instead moving to caress one of those lovely breasts of hers, since they were right there and it would be a shame to pass up the opportunity.

Sarah appreciated both of those things. A whole lot. "And you didn't even need a map." Apparently enough so that she even took the time to mumble a few words, amused but clearly enjoying herself.

Her hands were on his shoulders, but that was likely to change.

"I don't often brag about my stellar navigation skills, but, what can I say? I'm a natural," Kanan chuckled, then leaned in to kiss her again before his mouth went wandering. She had a lovely jawline, for example, and it kind of desperately need to be nibbled at. Maybe en route to her throat, there...

From the way she was tilting her head back, slightly, it could probably be safely assumed that he was more than free to do that. "Bodes well for the rest of the evening," she murmured, one of her hands moving so she could lightly scratch her nails against the back of his neck. "Not that I mind giving guided tours."

Well, hello, nails. Kanan was a big fan. He gave a little chuckle as his mouth explored the contours of Sarah's throat, hands moving over her back, her sides, that lovely bottom of hers right back around to her equally lovely breasts...

"Well, if you have any requests," he murmured, somewhere between her throat and her shoulder.

Sarah shifted on his lap. The narrative could've claimed it was for getting comfier, but really, it wasn't. It was for friction, and teasing. Both of those. Also for wishing she'd worn a skirt or something instead of trousers, even though she pretty much hated skirts.

"Could just get rid of the bra, for a start."

Kanan was not going to abuse the Force to undo Sarah's bra. Kanan was not going to abuse the Force to undo Sarah's bra. Kanan was not--

"You know, that's an excellent suggestion..."

Look, undoing Sarah's bra required moving a hand away from what it was doing then and there, so if the hooks on the back just happened to slip free so that he could tug it free with minimal time away from what they were up to, hey, that sort of thing happened sometimes, right?

If he was leaning in to replace one of those hands with his mouth, well, it seemed like the next logical step, here. Especially since he was shifting around a bit, too. That friction was definitely good for some first-class teasing, wasn't it?

It'd been a long, long time since Sarah had last been in this kind of a situation with anyone who didn't have one kind of power or other. So she wasn't exactly surprised, but she did let out a throaty chuckle at feeling the bra just come undone on its own.

Followed by a quiet gasp because a hand had been nice, but as was often the case with these things, a mouth was just infinitely better. (It was a thing to do with warmth. Also the wetness.) "Yeah, figured you'd like that." Hey, her breasts had long been an obvious asset of hers! And one she'd gladly used to her advantage many a time, even if these days she was occasionally getting a little more self-conscious about the way gravity was starting to affect things.

That wasn't really a thought she was currently having. Her nails dug into his skin a little more sharply. Also, this time, the movement of her hips wasn't really a shift. More like a grind. A slight one, but still.

"Big fan," he agreed, humming a little in appreciation.

Bah, gravity. Kanan was hardly going to nitpick, here. She still had some very attractive assets, so far as he was concerned, and between her nails and her hips, he was starting to come to the realization that he was still wearing entirely too many clothes, himself. Unfortunately, he did need to stop touching her in order to pull his shirt up over his own head, but even that was just a moment, and once he'd tossed it to the side, he was free to lean right back in to kiss her even more hungrily than before.

Right back to making up for lost time. Really, if there was some way to just will themselves to nakedness without actually stopping what they were doing, he'd probably be all for it.

That'd be awfully convenient, wouldn't it? Too bad neither of them had that power.

But they'd cross that bridge when they got to it. (Possibly sometime sooner rather than later, if the way Sarah was starting to feel was anything to go by.) Right now, though, she was taking advantage of all that newly-exposed skin to run the nails of her other hand up his arm, then over his shoulder and down his chest some. Exploring.

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