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( Sensuality )

The power of suggestion can, when applied expertly, be much more poignant than what's overt. When the imagination is allowed to fill in the blanks, actions or images that could be innocent in another context may seem much more salacious. And even with the risque, like a sexy lingerie set, what's appealing isn't the skin showing, it's what's hidden.

The art of "leaving something to the imagination" may be dying, some say, so let's put it into practice. Stolen glances, heated touches, pinnings against walls, pining, brushing bodies, deep kissing, faces pressed in necks, and tension. Tension, tension, tension. Remember, sensuality, not sexuality, though the interaction between you could get heated when all of the senses are involved.

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[Barely touching kinda foreplay? Bring it on!]

[ Hm... ]

m/f

( Seduce the heck out of this shy/nervous bear. [m/f & m/m] )

[A degree of previous assumed cr is something of a must; beyond that everything's cool.]

Bodhi is very particular about his personal space. He never knows what's going to bring back vivid, intrusive memories, pull his mind back to Bor Gullet, to being dragged through the blistering cold of the desert with a sack over his head. Even with the other Rogues, even with Cassian, he guards himself most of the time.

But trust and the calm that comes with it aren't wasted. He does feel a little freer to fall into himself, get caught up in solving a tricky problem and forget the world around him. It's just trouble with a tricky engine and old, uncooperative parts, but this is the sort of thing he's actually good at. He's not thinking about anything but spark plugs when he reaches for a wrench and his hand lands on Cassian's instead. And instead of panic and apologies, his fingers linger. Just for a second, and then he does move away, quite ready to pretend that didn't happen. Shouldn't happen. He's just a little bit... horribly touch starved. He knows better. "Sorry," comes belatedly, a little confused.

It's a trait that they share - albeit for very different reasons. Cassian is a tactile person by nature, but a lifetime of war and loss and committing horrible acts with his own hands has left Cassian reticent to believe that with those hands, he can create good, too.

If Bodhi needs space, Cassian understands. It's enough that he's trusted (trusted! as if he's the least bit deserving of that trust) to sit in the companionable mostly-silence as they both work on problematic parts.

Cassian isn't expecting the sudden warmth of Bodhi's hand as it settles atop his, but he makes no sudden movement to pull his hand away. His Adam's apple bobs as he takes a breath and for a moment, when he blinks, his eyelashes linger on his cheeks for a moment longer then necessary, but there is no indication that he's the least bit uncomfortable with the contact.

Although maybe, he fears, it's a little obvious that he's just as touch-starved. He wants to say that it's no big deal, or something equally as innocuous, but what eventually leaves his lips is a hoarse -

"Don't be."

Edited 2020-03-30 15:55 (UTC)

He has never once in his life felt like he knew what he was supposed to say, so he's not surprised when he hears himself come up with, "Oh. Okay." Disappointed, but not surprised. How useless can a person be? Bodhi Rook will always be on the front lines of that experiment.

His fingers twist in the end of his always untidy ponytail, trying to find something to do with the odd, tense energy that comes on the heels of his foolishness. Keeps him busy. Removes the temptation to--There's no reason he should even think about doing that again. He's done with... that. The parts of his life that really had anything to do with anybody else. When you're as broken as Bodhi, you don't inflict your issues on other people. "H-how about pretending that didn't happen, or...?"

Cassian (the spy) knows what to say - has to, sometimes, if he wants to get out of sticky situations. Cassian (the man) ... not so much, not all the time, and not particularly in a situation such as this.

It's not like people haven't shown interest in him over the years - and it isn't as though he hasn't, sometimes, engaged in very short hints of relationships. But never for long. He knows that people in his position, people doing the job he does don't tend to last very long professionally or personally. It's war - and he knows he's not going to survive to see the end of it.

It's unfair to put that on another person, to know that you're going to cause them heartache and pain when you don't come back. So it's - it's better this way. Not allowing people to get too close. Not getting attached.

But recently, he's felt the pangs of longing, and wondered (hoped) that maybe he's not the only one. So when Bodhi asks if they can just ignore the little touch they've just shared, Cassian huffs out a small, soft breath and shrugs.

"What if we don't?"

[ ooo baby ]

Where were you? [ he asks, the first word half-shouted before he recalls that there are others around, that he's got responsibilities, an image to uphold.

poe's jaw is clenched, shoulders tight — but his touch is soft and gentle when he brushes his fingers against hers. ]

[ Rey quickly spares a glance to the other Resistance fighters around them, but there's an intensity in Poe's expression that she can't quite ignore. It sparks something within her, stoking the flames of both her own formidable temper and something deeper, something she doesn't quite understand yet even though it leaves her wanting.

Her voice is calm, steady, even though the skin where he's touching her feels like it's on fire. She keeps her chin up. ]

I told you I'd be back.

[ She breathes out. ]

You didn't have to wait for me.

[ poe isn't doing too well. he can recognise that, even if he can't admit it to anyone else — not to the other resistance fighters because they need to see someone who is confident and in control. not to finn and rey because they have other things on their mind and they're young and —

he doesn't want to burden them.

not to leia, because she's gone and even before that, he hadn't wanted to disappoint her, to admit that he doubts sometimes, to admit that maybe he isn't as strong as she is.

his lips press together at rey's words. ]

Yeah, I did.

[ finn's gone to sleep, but poe hasn't been able to do that. he wishes he could, but there's a fire under his skin and if he could, he'd love to get into his x-wing and just fly until he feels nothing but instinct and freedom —but that isn't who the resistance needs him to be anymore. not right now, anyway. ]

You didn't say it was going to take this long.

[ he probably shouldn't take it out on rey. his fingers are still gentle, at least, even though his tone isn't. ]

I didn't know how long it was going to take.

[ Her words start to match the tone of voice, hard against hard, but it's more out of defense than anything, an instinct to protect herself from anything or anyone. She knows the immense stress Poe is put under, especially now that her Master is gone.

And Rey ... she had to deal with it, on some level, on her own. Just for a moment. Maybe she did consider the possibility of just leaving it all behind, leaving everyone behind. But that's not what someone with people does. It might have been done to her, but she could never truly do it to Poe or to Finn. Nor to the Resistance. Leia's cause is far too important.

So she tilts her hand, catching his fingers with hers and squeezes gently. ]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you.

[ her tone matches his and he opens his mouth to respond in kind, but before he can, she speaks again, fingers catching his and squeezing, and he feels like someone's taken the wind out of his sails.

the fire under his skin doesn't have anywhere to go, the weight of everything is still heavy on his shoulders, but for a moment, he manages to close his eyes and take a deep breath before letting it out slowly, squeezing her fingers back before intertwining his with hers. ]

It's good to have you back.

[ maybe he should have started with that. ]

[Open to canon and cross-canon. Can AU. Info is on journal.]

( 18+, f/m f/f, all-too eager partner who needs to find some chill. )

Edited 2020-03-29 04:27 (UTC)

[ Only with Crowley, any version.

Reversal AU/demon version available and open to other suggestions. ]

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