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Post by The Conman on Aug 16, 2016 1:28:13 GMT -5
"An egg...sandwich..." He murmured as Jada explained what an Omelette was.
Her quip about his genes showing he'd ignored, not really knowing what she meant, but as she explained the omelette it sounded better and better. He'd had eggs a few times, but Donnie had no idea what to do with them, and he had a memory of the woman just eating one and biting down, then spitting it out and trying not to throw up after trying to eat it raw, and Var...he didn't know what Var thought about eggs. They just didn't really seem to make them at home, he wasn't sure why, given how awesome they sounded by Jada's explanation. Bacon, eggs, random veggies...seemed pretty legit to the teen.
If they survived, he surmised he'd need to have a conversation with his mother about what food she was keeping from him.
He came back to reality as Jada started rambling about getting more calcium for his grandma bones. As usual, she was probably onto something, but he wasn't quite sure where she was going with it, as usual. Her conclusion about avoiding girls who were into that sort of thing was a bit obvious, Enarin having spent a week with a woman who'd probably be totally into it but thankfully never really tugged that thread. He made a point to avoid women who were into seeing him suffer, after his previous experiences, he was 110% sure that fetish wasn't one he was into even remotely. Despite the fact he'd had some absolutely fantastic sex with Alanka, she was still an insane Mando he'd never want to ever cross paths with again.
The look she gave him was pretty puzzling, Enarin figured it was pretty obvious that he wasn't. The teen looked back at her with a confused look that was quickly replaced by a sideways smirk, followed by a chuckle.
"Totally, love it, broken bones get me off, it's my thing Jada, along with flocks of birds-" He grunted in a deep, gutteral way, for effect.
"-yeah, gets the blood pumpin' and the puple-headed yoghurt sling-" He stopped, breaking down into laughter, covering his face with his free hand for a moment.
"-Ohgods...of course not, Jada, shit, c'mon." He said, flicking his long-extinguished cigarette butt at her.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 16, 2016 1:43:19 GMT -5
"Hey you had me wondering there for a minute, the broken bones sounded pretty convincing and- Flocks of birds? That one's weird, even by grunt standards. And believe me I have heard it all. You even know what a Eriadu Lemur Pit is? Didn't think so."
Jada leaned back on the sand with her cigarette and stared at Enarin with a grin as he flicked the cigarette butt. It was a little ironic since she'd been with them a while now, but just now was she actually getting a feel for Enarin and figuring out who he was. Before she'd essentially categorized him along standard lines. Build, sociological status, and aspect of importance. So 'Scrawny nerd with important mom.' To her very pleasant surprise he was quick at thinking, even when a bit drunk, and he was pretty entertaining. Knew his way around a laugh.
That was worth something.
"Hey Chubbs, you never know, sometimes it turns out you think somebody's normal and you walk right in on their ISB fetish. Some human chick's there in full Empire-fetish and he's crying. You try to go back next day and you can't take em eriously anymore. Shit happens, not even lying. You never know who's into what. Like, look around and I guarantee you somebody's eyeballing rancor dick. Pervs man, you can't avoid 'em."
Jada sighed deeply.
"Shit, could go for that pizza right about now."
Her mind was straying a little, touching on different topics, and for a moment she felt... Happy. Strangely happy. If they were camping, if they could leave any time, if they had decent meals... She'd be happy. Having fun. It was definitely the first time in... Quite a while.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 16, 2016 21:56:14 GMT -5
"Eradu whatnow..." He muttered, as Jada continued on about the ISB fetish...something that sounded disturbingly similar to Alanka and her...weirdness. Jada had a point though, never know what people are into, he guessed she just wanted to clear the air. It made sense to the teen, didn't want to be stuck with someone who was into, as she said, rancor penis. Not an image he wanted to dwell on, he'd seen a rancor in a movie about a Jedi before, who complained a lot...but he couldn't imagine it's junk.
Thankfully.
Enarin was starting to appreciate Jada's sense of humor more as he spent more time with her. It was a bit of a shame it'd taken them being stuck on a planet and possibly dying for him to get to know her, he made a mental note to make more of an effort to get to know people outside of...life-threatening crises. So far, she seemed to be more fun than he'd expected, constantly surprising him. She was far more conversational than normal, thought that could have been the booze talking, the teen knew he was more chatty than usual because of it. Hopefully if they survived Jada wouldn't be all weird and clam up again...Enarin was staring to like her.
It was strange for the teen, to like a woman for something aside from her body. The reason he was with Taryn was 100% because she had an insane porn body and sex with her was akin to putting his junk in a velvet paint shaker...he couldn't talk to her, joke with her, laugh with her, she wouldn't have accidentally torn too much off her shirt and just shrugged it off...Enarin was starting to understand what his moms were on about with Taryn. She was hot, but literally nothing else.
That thought passed, Enarin had to admit, Jada was pretty damn sexy herself. In entirely different ways, more of a death by snusnu sort of vibe, he thought, but he definitely wasn't giving anything up, that was for sure. He didn't care about the scars, though he knew Jada did for sure, something that made him nervous about even complementing the woman, anything about her appearance seemed to be akin to traversing a minefield in the dark.
Enarin's mind snapped to reality as soon as Jada said "pizza", his brain putting the rest of the sentence together in the few seconds after she'd spoken. He smirked, and chuckled, nodding in agreement. A Pizza would be pretty damn amazing.
"Wait, so for sexy purposes or eating?" Enarin asked, deadpan, doing his best to keep his expression unreadable, looking into Jada's eyes.
"Jada, are you tying to tell me something?" He continued, his charade failing, and a smirk forming around the edges of his mouth.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 16, 2016 22:31:47 GMT -5
Jada's gaze strayed back to Enarin and she gave him a look best describable as 'you what now son?' She paused with the cigarette in one hand and bottle in the other, then shrugged and washed down a gulp of liquor with a dose of nicotine.
"Yeah so, I have no idea what you do with pizza at home, but there's no sexy purposes. There's eating purposes," She stated emphatically with a swish of the hand. A wind kicked up outside in response and the metal blankets crinkled and flapped a little, but held. She leaned back on the dirt, one foot on either side of the lamp bottle, her legs forming a V.
She watched the shrinking cigarette and gave another sigh. Slowly she looked back over at him.
"Trying to tell you what? Don't put your sausage in my pizza, because that one better go without saying or I'm never leaving you unattended with food."
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Post by The Conman on Aug 16, 2016 23:09:33 GMT -5
The gust of wind caught Enarin off guard, the teen jumping a bit as the mylar blankets fluttered, but stayed put, in the wind. It was a bit surprising, he hadn't felt so much as a breath of wind since he'd gotten to the planet, but apparently, as soon as the sun went down, it picked up. He hoped the blanket held, or it'd be a really, really cold night, as opposed to just a really cold night. The chill was already starting to creep down the tunnel Jada'd dug, it wasn't enough for him to be shivering or complain, his dark companions torch doing a pretty good job keeping things warm...
Sitting there, between Jada's spread legs, the woman leaning back, in her Jada of Araba getup, he couldn't help but smirk, it was almost adorable, and sorta sexy. Jada seemed to forget she was actually female at times, not in a Gira sort of "ohh look at my sexy boobies" sort of way, but a "I'm gritty and dark" sort of way, more innocent. It was strangely attractive and refreshing, he thought, though Enarin couldn't for the life of him justify why.
He chuckled at her explanation of her purposes for Pizza. Enarin knew the question was rhetorical, but seeing her on the defensive was amusing to say the least. He took a swig of his booze and, as it was in his mouth, burning away the taste buds on his tongue, she continued speaking and what she said was hilarious. Enarin was unable to contain himself, and he had 3 choices.
Choice 1; he swallowed and it went into a lung.
Choice 2; he attempted to swallow, and it came out his nose. Endless agony.
Choice 3; he spat it out.
The obvious answer was also the simplest, the teen spitting out the mouthful of booze at her comment about his sausage in her pizza, though his aim was...bad. The atomized, 90% alcohol, rocketfuel they'd taken to call moonshine sailed out of his mouth at speeds never before seen, right, directly, into the flame coming from the lantern, erupting into a fireball that mercifully took up most of the space between them and didn't seem to singe either.
"WHHOO-HOO-HOOLYFUCK" He shouted through raucous laughter, falling to his side, booze still upright beside him.
"Jada-" He said, loudly, from his now lying position, at the woman's feet, between laughs, trying to catch his breath.
"-Jada, did you see that? You can't do that- Fuck, my sausage, your pizza...hah...ohman, wait until I swallow, or you'll kill us all!" He said, his laughter starting to die down, catching his breath with a sigh, and pushing himself back into a sitting position.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 16, 2016 23:24:35 GMT -5
Jada had good reflexes, even when tipsy. She moved her arms up to protect her face from the flash. It was a forced habit through assorted training, and her heart rate spiked with the adrenaline surge.
"Holy fuck Chubbs you trying to give me a heart-attack?" She reached over and plucked away his bottle as he fell over laughing. Her brow was definitely furrowed, she'd missed the joke. While she was fully sexually literate she thought of it like marriage and having children and time shares on Pantolomin, namely a bunch of shit that happened to other people. What happened between her legs was typically herself, as far as other people were concerned she just had a bunch of featureless skin because it didn't do to fantasize about Jae'daneri's privates unless you wanted to eat knuckle sandwich.
Or so people thought and so she'd internalized this.
"Oh, I get it, yeah funny one there. If I didn't know about your spelunking sessions with Taryn I'd be asking if you'd seen a vagina since you popped out. Pizza? Really? Not taco, clam, the ol fish sammich... But pizza." She shook her head disapprovingly but she was grinning. Still though, it was cold. If she was any judge, inside about ten minutes she'd start seeing her breath.
"All right, get over here, we've only got three blankets and a sheet, that means both of us under it."
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Post by The Conman on Aug 16, 2016 23:54:40 GMT -5
"Hey, it works, sausage is on pizza, y'know-" He explained, trying to justify the joke and obviously failing, Jada shaking her head, despite her smirk.
"-ah fuck it, booze...yknow." Enarin continued, gesturing to try to explain himself and finally giving up, his hands falling to his sides, good hand going for his booze and finding...
Sand.
Jada'd stolen his bottle again. Probably for the best, he'd practically just set the whole camp on fire after his mind had gone into the gutter. It was reasonable to assume Jada didn't want to risk a repeat and have to dig a new hole because he burnt it down or something....though, he had to admit, that sounded pretty good, the temperature was dropping fast, and somewhere, distantly, Sober Enarin pleaded with Drunk Enarin to get his lekku out of the cold and hunker down like a reasonable person. The hole being on fire wouldn't have been the worst thing to happen, at least it'd be warm.
Apparently Jada was on the same wavelength, beckoning him to join her, after she'd razzed him about "spelunking" taryn. Something he'd wished he'd been able to do, the woman being able to take more of him than any any girl aside from Alanka could ( somehow...that small human had managed to bury him all the way, she was a champ in that regard.), but not everything, he couldn't fully engage the torpedo with the launch tube...so to speak, even with Taryn.
Enarin grunted and got up, swinging himself drunkenly to land with a small "oof" beside Jada on her right side, his legs forming a similar V to hers, hands in his lap. He'd had the instinct to put his arm around the woman, but thought better of it, his right arm being his favourite.
"It's nicer over here...You have the nicer side of the hole, how didn't I realize this-" he trailed off, reaching for the booze on the other side of Jada, the woman swatting his arm away. He looked over at her, and and rolled his eyes, his hands returning to his lap.
"Alright, I get it....." He trailed off, looking the woman up and down for a moment.
"So how're we gonna do this then?" He asked, thoughtfully, gesturing to the bag of tricks off in the corner.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 17, 2016 0:02:57 GMT -5
"Yeah," Jada quipped back, "Dirt's always greener on the other side."
Her eyes and hands were focused on her work, unpackaging the remaining blankets. Fortunately they were large, and she was able to situate them over the pair of them. Then she took off the sheet she'd been wearing and had the unpleasant distinction of feeling the chill air a little more strongly. She draped that over the shiny blankets and fidgeted a little to get comfortable, her eyes again darting to Enarin. Now was the logistics of bivouac, as the military manuals the Boska had picked up used read.
It was easier in a tent.
"Okay so I'm going to suggest lying down and opting for uh, ass to ass. Less awkward, still share some heat."
She lay as indicated, tucking the shiny blanket under her side as insulation from the ground. It was definitely not comfortable, and her leather vest made a shitty pillow.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 17, 2016 0:17:02 GMT -5
Enarin watched as Jada setup the...bed? He wasn't sure what to call the situation, but it basically consist of a blanket on the ground, Jada's sheet and then a blanket on top of that. It didn't seem to complicated, and it seemed like it'd be warm-ish, with the two of them under it. Jada, from what Enarin knew, was a bit of a living space heater, probably a product of where she'd been grown up. She always seemed to be warm to the touch.
The notion of sharing sleeping accommodation with her, though was a bit odd, though he'd figured that was pretty much the plan most of the night. Not because of any weird reasons, it wasn't like he needed the bed to himself, but he was worried about anyone he slept with kicking him, ever since he'd slept with Taryn and she'd booted him in the ribs. Woman had legs like a horse, dancer or no, she was in shape. As was Jada. Her theory of them sleeping ass to ass was a good one, but people moved throughout the night, he wasn't entirely sure she'd not boot him in her sleep, killing him in the process.
The woman balled up her vest and put it under her head. It didn't look very comfortable, he had to admit, and the teen looked around, his eyes landing on the bag of tricks...It was mostly full of food and random supplies...would probably be more comfy than nothing. Enarin stood up, stepped over Jada with a mumbled "sorry" and grabbed it, dropping it by where he'd put his head.
"Here, use this, it'll be, uh...better..." He mumbled, getting onto his hands and knees and wiggling his way in, the cold nipping at him as he did so.
After a few minutes of fidgeting, he was in the bed-thing Jada had crafted, and was back-to-back with the woman. The good was that his lekku were warm, Jada's bodyheat doing a pretty good job of keeping that part of his anatomy nice and toasty. The bad was that despite the fact he had his arms crossed, his front was freezing. After a minute or two, he spoke up.
"Jada...I need to turn over...my...uh...front is cold...." He said, not really sure weather to form it as a question or a statement, figuring Jada would just tell him what to do anyway.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 17, 2016 0:25:58 GMT -5
Jada grunted her thanks for the improved pillow, and then began applying her universal military training. You learned to sleep anywhere, and in any position really. You could probably fold up a typical Boska soldier into an origami crane and they'd still get a couple hours. The fact she got her sleep in little cat nap stretches was just something else, you never got in the silly habits of sleeping eight straight hours.
She'd managed to doze off slightly when Enarin stated his need to turn over.
"Fine, just do it then," She muttered without opening her eyes.
Wasn't a big deal.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 17, 2016 0:43:19 GMT -5
Enarin grunted a thanks, and awkwardly rolled over, realizing as he did so that he hadn't really thought any of what he'd just said through. Mainly because he was used to sleeping with women who he was actually with, not...Jada. The issue wasn't getting close, though his crotch was right up against her rather fantastic ass, it was mostly what to do with his hands. The arm on the side towards the ground wasn't the issue, he just cupped his hand beside the side of his head and rested on it. The teen's other arm, the one "up", so to speak, was what he wasn't sure about...After trying putting it a few places, his hand in his pocket, back pocket, hand on his thigh...Enarin settled on between Jada's back and his Front...
Enarin looked down, there being enough space between the blanket and bodies, and enough light, to see that Jada's ass was...epic. The teen had seen her booty before, he'd had it in his face a few times when she'd been training him, and she wore pants that did a pretty good job of being basically skin tight...but things were different when she wasn't trying to beat him up. From what he could feel down south, Jada moving around from time to time, it wasn't just muscular...thing probably had jiggle...it wasn't just a big pile of muscular man ass.
Jada's body really was fantastic, and she was warm. Enarin wasn't sure why, nor how, but the woman felt like she'd just run a marathon. It was like he was cuddling a muscular, but still squishy, hot water bottle. As he was thinking this, Jada shifted, and basically shuffled her bum up against his crotch, and pushed her back into him, Enarin's mind flipping like a switch into oshit mode when he felt blood rushing southward.
don'tgetabonerdon'tgetabonerdon'get-
The teen's eyes went wide as his body entirely ignored his brain, the teen trying, as slowly and gingerly as he could, to disengage his crotch from jada's backside before his short sword was fully removed from it's holster. Before the salami was entirely unwrapped...the flag was at full mast...
The teen, despite trying as soon as he realized what was going on to move, wasn't quick enough, and he felt one of Jada's lekku bump off of his gentleman's sausage.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 17, 2016 1:02:16 GMT -5
Jada adjusted her weight another time as Enarin's fidgeting had moved the blankets. This was, as Donnie and Var both could have testified to, was normal when it came to sharing a bed. What really surprised her was the fact after he rotated she felt something touching her lekku. She definitely knew he wasn't crazy or dumb enough to play with them. Nobody touched your lekku. In fights some asshole might try, but they'd get hit pack even harder. That meant he was either accidentally poking her or... That other option sprang to mind.
"Uh, Enarin, are you..."
She let the question trail off, unasked but very heavily implied. Either he'd just realize he was bumping her or there'd be hemming and hawing.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 17, 2016 1:10:57 GMT -5
"Uhh-" He grunted, still trying to back away, free hand now in the space he'd made between him and her to try to force the trouser snake back into it's hole, and failing, only making the situation worse, the stimulation finishing the job of bringing him to full mast. He wasn't quite sure what to do, entirely, turning over would have probably rubbed things the wrong way and caused binding between himself and...his pants, Enarin not wanting to saw off the upper third of his Joh'nson. Alternatively, he could try to get it to go away, which wasn't going to happen without some alone time...
Either way, he was boned.
Jada wasn't as asleep as he thought she was, her lekku had bumped off his cock, and he was now completely ready to go, and from her tone and the question, Enarin was pretty sure his dark companion knew what was going on.
Had he been more sober, he'dve been embarrassed.
Given the fact he really didn't have any options than to face the music, Enarin surmised he should just admit it and see where things went, at best Jada wouldn't punch him, at worst, he'd wind up with a black eye.
"-Yeah..." He said, figuring Jada would get the hint.
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Post by Grand Moff Poobah I on Aug 17, 2016 1:14:53 GMT -5
Jada rolled over slightly to look back, and could clearly see the silhouette of a sausage, and the bit peeking out. He'd popped a boner. She was vaguely aware sometimes these things apparently just happened, but given their proximity it was hard to imagine this was random acts of boner-god. No she had the distinct strange idea he'd become... Well aroused, over her body. Which was weird. Definitely weird.
"What the frell," She managed, giving him a look.
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Post by The Conman on Aug 17, 2016 1:20:12 GMT -5
Enarin gave her a look as if to say "duh."
"How can I not have a boner, Jada, you're hot as fuck!?" He asked, somewhat loudly, figuring he might as well as defend himself, given the...situation.
It was also the truth, and she had to hear it from someone, Enarin figured, he might as well have been the one to tell the woman. She'd put in the effort, someone might as well appreciate it, his alcohol soaked brain surmised. It was somewhat comical, he had to admit, her response. Not, get out of bed, not go deal with yourself, not turn over and get that thing out of my ass, no.
She had to ask what the fuck, to a man, in the bed, with a woman who looked like her.
He had a dumb look on his face like he was confused and amused at the same time, a smirk on his face, not one that would be condescending, more like he didn't understand.
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