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WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO:

🌛 YOUR MUSE CUDDLING MINE AS THEY SETTLE DOWN TO SLEEP

Hirani was already in the bed when Prudii entered, shedding his armor as he walked through the door. The safe house was nice, far nicer than anything she had ever had the chance to experience, and certainly better than the places the Null generally frequented in his travels to the outer rim. He looked tired, so she got up to help him, gently helping to peel off the plastoid armor. A brief smile, and the clone retreated to the bathroom to get cleaned up to sleep. Hirani laid back down to wait for him, stretching and arching her back before closing her eyes.

A large, cool body slipped in behind her, drawing her back into consciousness. She turned to face him, burying her face into the crook of his neck, and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Long day?”

Prudii hummed in affirmation, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and pulled her in closer, following that up with a barrage across her nose and cheeks and lips. The Twi'lek giggled, scrunching her nose and wriggling in his arms, trying to get away, but his arms were too strong.

Send a ♡ and I'll generate numbers to see how my character kisses yours AND how many times | Accepting

1- Friendly; 3- Too many times to count

She almost didn’t recognize the Null as he walked off the ship, his time in the Outer Rim leaving him with a thick beard and dark rings under his eyes. No doubt he’d been on the move constantly, a new planet every other day or so, but she could see just how little rest he was allowed to get. A few days on Corrie and then back out to help win the war.

She couldn’t properly express her relief at seeing him in public, and forced herself to keep it to one kiss on each cheek, walking quickly beside him to keep up with his longer strides. Prudii wasn’t the biggest talker, and there wasn’t much he could talk about with all of the prying ears around them, so she filled him in on her training, life with the 22nd, and just small, simple things no one could really read into.

They turned into the barracks, and she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of sight, pressing numerous kisses all over his face, covering every little bit of skin she could reach, cheeks brushing against his beard. 

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--With that compliment, Nienna fluttered. She wasn't a silly or simperining girl, by any means, but her goodies were her one true passion in life. In fact, the shop was all she had. To have them APPRECIATED meant a lot. Without a word, she picked up some extra chocolates and added them to his order, free of charge.

// Not home to hop blogs rn but Gilamar agrees

“I absolutely can’t alter my route by a couple of planets just to drop you off.” Really, it is possible, but that isn’t the point here. It’s the principle of the thing. Let this one guy finagle his way into getting dropped off somewhere off the books, and next thing, the ship is taxing half of special forces across the galaxy.