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09.29.2012 , 02:34 PM |
Broan had all but torn open his jacket, a move that Rochester would probably pay for later. He thought he had heard a button pop off, but that was hardly a concern. Deft fingers were working their way under his vest and a hot mouth was clamped onto his own. He moaned as he felt those fingers dance over the cybernetics on his stomach; the idea of those being seen - being touched - no longer made him sick. A jolt of excitement ran up his back as he was forced further onto the bench. It was a fun change to have Broan being this forward.
Broan pinned him to the bench, one hand on his shoulder, the other trailing lower...
"Ah, there you are," Rochester's heart skipped a beat and he felt Broan tense. There had always been a risk of being discovered - there were very places to go on a space ship after all - but neither of them had considered it an actual concern. "When you two are quite done, you're needed on the bridge and Broan I need to see your paper on phenomenology and the Force."
"Yes, my Lord."
You have my sincerest apologies. The idea popped into my head when I saw the prompt and I could not not write this. I'm a terrible person.