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"Sometimes I worry about your flying skills," your lover admitted, after her head hit the back of her seat when you increase your speed.
"It's not my flying skills that you need to worry about." You were smiling from ear to ear. You never got the chance to fly, but when someone bets you to a race, Phasma had no choice but to tag along.
Knowing you would've gone with or without her permission..
You heard her take in a sharp breath, unsure of if it was because of a passing asteroid that was a little bit too close or the subtle graze of your knee against her own.
"Oh?" She tilted her head. "And what is it that I need to worry about exactly?" She asked.
"Well, when I win this bet—"
"If you win the bet—"
"When I win, I'm going to have so much fun making you pay for ever doubting me."
Phasma quickly rolled her eyes in a playful manner.
"Once I have you on your knees, you'll have no choice but to beg for my forgiveness," you teased.
"And what would you make me do?" She knew it would never happen, but alas she was curious what your mind would come up with.
"I'll have to feel it out once the moment comes of course.. but, one thing's for sure is I will not let you up until I am entirely satisfied."
"You sound awfully sure of yourself, sweetheart. But your friend here might just give you a run for your money and beat you." She pointed to the ship on your left, slowly passing you.
Your concentrated face had Phasma admiring you. She loved the way your eyebrows knitted and the bottom lip that got pulled in to be bitten by your teeth.
Her hand curling around the back of your neck almost broke your focus. But now was not the time to be distracted. You had a bet to win.
Her gesture was light yet possessive, sending an immediate shiver down your spine as her fingers toyed with your hair.
"Phas..." you mumbled, trying to stay focused.
Instead of removing her hand, she allowed her fingers to leave your hair to trail along the side of your throat. In a slow, teasing manner.
Your eyes flicked to the woman sitting next to you, but she tutted and shook her head.
"Keep your eyes straight ahead, princess."
You let out a deep breath, attempting to focus. It was hard to ignore the fingers that left a fiery trail across your skin. When she dipped them lower, you couldn't help the gasp that escaped.
With an agonizing slowness, Phasma soon went low enough to trace the upper swell of your breasts...then even lower down your body. Another gasp fell past your lips when she went even farther to trace your nipple through your shirt.
"Not so sure of yourself winning, now are you?" She asked, knowing how much your teasing was easily distracting you.
You hadn't noticed how far she leaned in, lips just barely gracing the shell of your ear as she spoke. Her voice was lustrous and deep, and her lips were soft and light.
"I don't think this is what I had in mind when I let you accompany me."
"You think you let me accompany you? Oh darling, you have it all wrong." Phasma teased the edge of your bra.
