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[aimedforthemoon]

from here:

Esfir's room is still mostly as painfully neat as ever, but there are changes. If the models of air-and-starcraft are gone from her desk, the books are still there in neat piles and there is a pin-up board on one wall, complete with photographs from her old life.

There are also bookcase-building materials on a sheet on the floor.

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[aimedforthemoon]

Esfir nods.

[almosthonorable]

The pads of his calloused fingers brush the warm steel, then outline the surrounding skin.

"How long you had this?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"Since he brought me back to life. I don't-" The feel of his fingers is distracting, rough and gentle and her lips part slightly.

"Time's odd in Solo's world, I don't know how long it is here."

[almosthonorable]

"It hurt when you got it?"

He's tracing the steel again, memorizing the lines by touch.

[aimedforthemoon]

"I don't know." Beat. "And don't ask, Ben Wade."

[almosthonorable]

"All right, Lieutenant."

He bends to kiss her instead, palm sliding to cup one breast.

[aimedforthemoon]

And that is just fine by her.

[almosthonorable]

He's smiling when he pulls back.

"Best get you in bed so I forget what I'm not supposed to be askin'."

[aimedforthemoon]

She smiles back, wide and genuine.

"You'll be working too hard," she says, sitting down and shifting back on the bed as she slides her right boot up past his knee.

[almosthonorable]

His mouth goes dry.

"Thought you knew by now that I don't mind earnin' my keep."

He also doesn't mind reminding her, over the course of the next few hours.