post-Endor

[aimedforthemoon]

There had been the battle, and then there had been the party, and then there had been the post-battle sex in her room at Milliways (might as well be comfortable) and if there had been something desperate to Esfir, something that spoke of let me forget let me feel please god do not leave me alone, Ben at least had the sense not to mention it.

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She'd fallen asleep after, curled up against him.

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She hadn't dreamed.

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She had woken up before dawn. Eventually, she had crawled out of bed and silently (silently as she could, anyway) gotten dressed in the dark. Then she left.

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Outside, just after dawn, she is sitting on a rock and flicking pieces of a broken stick with an absent-minded detachment. From that lack of expression on her face, it doesn't look as if she plans on moving.

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[almosthonorable]

Movement pulls him from sleep; the Lieutenant's slipping out of bed.

He doesn't say anything, just resettles his arm against his now-empty side. He drifts for a while -- they're all so damn tired after everything that happened on Solo's side of the door.

His eyes open.

Ordinarily, he'd let her be, but since they came back --

He sits up and scrubs his face, pulls on his clothes, and stuffs his feet in his boots.

He'll check downstairs. Where there's coffee.