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Samantha's in the bar. With hot chocolate (too cold for milkshakes) and fuzzy slippers.

Come and chat with her, before she looses all her expressive icons!

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"Oh, we can end it, sandflea."

Zekk uncrosses his arms and launches himself up from the bar, turning to take a step closer to Tahiri. The smirk persists.

This is almost as fun as bickering with her.

"Shame to end it before we even start, though."

Sam doesn't say anything this time around. It's getting a little too intense for her to come up with words.

She might be able to slink away soon if they continue this. She feels she's in danger of being smacked by horomones.

Except when they bicker, Tahiri's much more confident about her ability to gain the upper hand. Sam's probably got the right idea about the dangerous levels of horomones in the air.

Her arms are still crossed over her chest, and Tahiri stands her ground. "If you aren't careful, vent crawler, I'll break a limb you're going to miss later."

He takes another step closer. "We've heard that threat before, sandflea."

Well, something similar at any rate... that maybe wasn't exactly directed to him.

"Doesn't scare us at all." Zekk's grin wides. "Well? Ready for that kiss?"

Sam tilts her head, watching them, glancing around quickly before kicking Zekk in the back of the leg so it sends him closer to Tahiri. Maybe even into her, she turns around quickly and doesn't quite see the results.

Tahiri reaches out to catch him purely by reflex-- if she'd had time to think about to think about it, she would have let him fall.

Zekk lands right in to her, banging his head hard against her chin. He blinks and rubs his head with one hand as the other wraps itself around her back.

"Gottcha."

A smirk and a chuckle, and then Zekk leans in for the kiss.

Samantha turns her head to watch them, eyebrows in threat of dissapearing.

Well, if Sam's going to watch they might as well put on a good show.

Tahiri's hands snake up to tangle in Zekk's hair (that's the danger with wearing it long) and she leans up on her toes, meeting him halfway.

She kisses as if it's a contest, a competition, or a sparring match-- and maybe, in her mind, it is.

Zekk threads his hands in her hair, crushing Tahiri's face to his.

He's not minding this competitive kissing. Far from it. It's different than any kiss he's ever shared with Jaina, and even different from the kiss they shared a few nights ago.

'course, it helps that his mindmate currently has no clue what's going on.

Zekk continues to kiss her as the hand around her back begins to sink slowly downward.

Different because this time she was prepared for it, maybe.

Tahiri breaks away first, both for oxygen and to give Zekk a warning whisper. "Watch that hand, bugkriffer."

Strangely enough, she's smiling when she says it.

He laughs quietly and smiles back at her. "We can take this someplace more private, sandflea."

Zekk leans in for another quick kiss. "Well? You game?"

Sam nods. "Mmk then." She stands and flees, most likely to find Jaina and gloat.

She only hopes it ends how she wants so she can gloat more.

Sam's departure registers in the back of Tahiri's mind, but she's too busy to say goodbye.

Somewhere along the line, she has picked up a slight flutter in the pit of her stomach and a voice that screams in her head to stop stop stop unfamiliar territory what are you thinking nope not thinking what harm can it do it's only zekk.

The voice falls silent and Tahiri bites her lip, smiling coyly back up at Zekk. "My place or yours?"

His grin widens some more and right now, Zekk's more than happy Jaina's fast asleep and can't sense any of this.

Morning's going to be strange enough.

"Yours," he replies a second later.

It's further from Jaina's room. Safer.

Ahaha, just wait until they show up for lightsaber practice in the morning. Or miss it completely because of sleeping in. Jaina'll be really happy then.

Tahiri nods and somehow in the midst of untangling themselves she manages to grab Zekk's hand and half lead, half pull him towards the stairs.

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