[center][b][color=red][h3][I]Ben Solo[/I][/h3]
[i]18 * Padawan * Dagobah[/I][/color][/b][/center]

Ben smirked with the aftertaste of her lips still on his own. It was a taste he would never get sick of, one that he craved again. So he pressed his own against her after she wrapped her arms around his neck. A shaky breath left him as he reeled in his urges, his pale head was pressed against her own, his jaw tensing and returning as he exorcised his erotic temperament. 

A small chuckle left him. He felt comfortable speaking again. 

[color=red][b]"Perhaps... but that would mean our mission would never get done."[/b][/color] He slowly let his arms fall from her, easing her to the ground before taking a step back towards the edge of the branch. Moss-covered limbs laid themselves out in an irregular path towards the ground. BB-8 and 11 seemed anxious with Odette and himself so far up and away. 

Ben rubbed his earlobe before skirting back down with a preternatural, instinct.  As soon as he reached the floor, he expected to hear Odette seconds later. BB-8 was in the air a moment later, Ben's hand raised casually, and its arguing sounds being largely ignored. He couldn't see a good way across the greedy mud, not one that wouldn't lead the two in the same situation. 

[color=red][b]"I need another set of eyes on this, Odd. I can't see another way around. And I'm starting to feel a bit uneasy."[/b][/color]