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May 7, 2015 18:24:35 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 7, 2015 18:24:35 GMT -8
He frowned at her question, eyebrows drawing down low over his narrowed eyes.
"Bad? No..."
He seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then two. The silence stretched on between them...
He actually doubted whether there would be any record of him at all. The past five years had seen him serving in the Concordian military, two of those years running black ops missions for Maraak. It was unlikely that any such records of his career would be forthcoming for any without high-level clearance from Concordian command. There may be an abbreviated service record from his time training but...
Her name too struck a chord with him. It was name he knew but one that he wasn't sure bore any benefit mentioning as yet.
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May 7, 2015 18:50:15 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 18:50:15 GMT -8
Vee nodded seriously, the man's voice coming back over the com right that moment.
H'rel?
I'm here. Vee started to take off a boot one-handed.
Hire him. Tell him we can give him 10,000 credits if he can assure the load will get to it's destination safely and in tact.
Alright.
Get back to me tomorrow. The line cut out. Vee sighed as she threw her comlink on the bed behind her, finishing taking off her boots before addressing Sven. It looks like he wants you on the crew...he's offering you 10,000 credits to get the load there in one piece.
After her boots went off, resting against Sven's own, Vee started to strip out of her dragon hide pants, throwing them to the side and exposing her legs. She worked on her tunic next. It was a piece that wrapped in a complex pattern around her waist and bosom. Once she was free, she was only in her undergarments that left little to the imagination. Her skin was alabaster, unblemished accept for some scarring here and there. Her body was curvy, but there was lean muscle that flexed under her skin. Yet she was as nonchalant about undressing in front of him as if she were having stim tea with her parents.
I would take it, if I were you...I think it's a reasonable sum, so long as you can deliver. She was unpinning her hair from her high bun now, throwing her pins carelessly to the side. Her red-gold mane suddenly released from it's prison and fell in long, soft waves around her face, to her waist. She shook her head as if to release the strain the bun had on her scalp, her firey hair splaying out over her bust. The last thing we want is someone who doesn't know what he's doing and putting us all at risk.
She put her hands on her hips, staring at him with a smile. Think you have handle that, Garret?
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May 7, 2015 19:34:20 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 7, 2015 19:34:20 GMT -8
He listened in silence to one side of the conversation, still debating on whether to open the bottle of Tihaar or not. His mind had begun to settle down from its chaotic plight of confusion and anger, allowing him to gain some level of parity as she signed off and threw the comlink down on the bed. He hadn't failed to notice that she had decided to remove her boots, a sign that she was staying and one that had his pulse beating a little faster.
He nodded at the offer of ten thousand, watching her as she set she boots casually next to his own discarded pair.
Ten thousand was a considerable sum yet he would have liked to know more about the risks involved in the trip. If it were a simple run to Coruscant as Vee had stated then it was excellent pay, but the need for his presence itself hinted at the possibility of trouble somewhere down the line and he'd have liked to have know exactly what he'd be defending against. Then again, it could just be that the cargo was of some import and his suspicious mind was just being paranoid.
With thoughts of the Tihaar now forgotten as he pondered the job he watched absently as she shed her clothing, the act taking a moment to sink in. His eyes traveled the full length of her legs, from feet to curved hip, as he looked up to see her unwrap her complicated tunic. A lithe and athletic shape drew a sigh of appreciation from him as he stared at her, any thoughts of the job at hand gone with the thought of the bottle. Her lips moved as she spoke but he could hear no sound over the roaring of his blood, his ardour rising to a steady rumble of desire. Her hair spilled down like a fiery mane, contrasting nicely with her pale skin, seeming a thing alive with its tempestuous flow.
His mind came back into focus enough to hear her final words as she set her hands on her hips, her entire being screaming a challenge at him. To him it said "here I am. What are you going to do about it"...
He rose slowly to his feet, his mind clear and calm despite the thundering of his pulse. Stepping forward he put himself directly in front of her, barely an inch separating her chest from his. Looking down into her eyes he raised his right hand to run his fingers down her hair, snaking them under the strawberry blonde strands to brush them ever so slightly against her neck.
"Nice to meet you too, Vee H'rel..."
The hand moved around to the back of her neck as he leaned in, lips meeting hers gently at first as he awaited a response...
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 4:45:57 GMT -8
Vee frowned in confusion as he moved to stand purposefully in her space, gazing steadily into those blue-steel eyes of his. His demeanor had changed suddenly and there was a arduous fire in his eyes. She gasped slightly as his hand made contact with her hair, then fingers caressed her neck. Goosebumps broke out over her body at the contact, her breathing becoming more labored as she noticed Sven's had. She blinked as he leaned in and pressed his lips upon hers, her brain taking a couples seconds to catch up with what was happening. When it did, she instinctively pushed him away, both hands to his gloved chest.
She wanted to protest, say that she wanted to get to know him more before anything happened since he'd been so tight lipped all night. Indeed, the only insight she had into his character was when he was throwing back the tihaar, chasing her down the hall and yelling at her, then picking up pieces of the broken chair...of which, Vee had no idea how it'd become that way. In her mind, it spoke of a man who was often so far removed from society, or women, on a regular basis that he didn't know how to handle himself. And if the binge drinking said anything, it told her that he was trying to escape something.
Well, what did it matter how well she knew him...she knew that he must be good enough for the frugal Jeev to offer 10,000 for his services and Don to vouch for him, which meant not only was he good at his job, but that he wasn't a criminal. Jeev didn't employ criminals, nor did Don recommend them. Did she need to know more than that? It might be less complicated if she didn't.
I want to shower first...alone. she finally said, voice softer than before. You should probably too.
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Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 8:31:19 GMT -8
He took a small step back as he hands gently forced them apart, his eye blinking open from where they had sunk shut in the heat of the moment. His expression was at first confused, morphing quickly into hurt, then settling finally on wry acceptance. A slight smile lit his features and he nodded his head slowly at her words, eyes drifting down to her bosom then back up to her emerald gaze.
"A cold one perhaps..."
He wasn't sure if this was another subtle maneuver on her part, a way to remain in control of the situation, dictating the terms of the encounter as it were, or if she genuinely was of a mind to go the route she had indicated. To have his advanced so abruptly halted was a blow, one likely to stem the fire that burned within, making him doubt his presumption. Still, her reaction was not overtly hostile so he consoled himself with the fact that she was still here and hadn't slapped him. Yet...
He gestured amicably for her to continue as she wished, having no idea where such facilities were, taking another step back and turning to the cupboard. He busied himself with rummaging through his satchel for a fresh tunic and hose, pulling out a slate-grey body stocking of the same armourweave material of the one he wore. Not that she mentioned it he did smell of several hours traveling and armoured movement...
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 9:57:09 GMT -8
Vee laughed at the quip as she moved towards a door that had seemed nothing but a wall in the faint light.So he did have at least a slight sense of humor that didn't include demeaning her. It was a start. She pushed the door open and left it open, noticing towels were already provided as she started the shower and dialed it to hot water.
She casually took off her undergarments in the doorway as if she was all alone. As she turned to glance in the mirror, she pulled her long hair back with her left hand and cringed slightly as she bent into the mirror to assess her face. She hadn't bathed since last night and could see where her skin was darkened from dirt and grim. Big cities dirtied you just from walking outside.
Releasing her hair, she took the two steps to the shower unit to check the water. It was nice and hot. She absently reconsidered taking the shower alone. She still hadn't seen Sven without clothing...and this could be nice forplay, reminding her that she was just a woman and he was just a man has she rubbed her hands over him in bathing. Bathing together was quite intimate, but it gave purpose to the contact and would perhaps be a gateway into easing the awkwardness that was sure to follow as they initially joined. Plus...it would give her the chance to back out if she wanted, if she didn't like what she felt or saw. But she hoped she did...she didn't realize until a few hours ago how badly she needed to get laid.
She cleared her throat, peeking her head around the 'fresher doorway. Hey, Sven...? I was thinking...maybe you could join me after all. You don't have to, but I don't know how long the hot water will last.
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May 8, 2015 10:17:15 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 10:17:15 GMT -8
Laying out his change of clothes with a precision and efficiency that only a military man could attain Sven stole the occasional glance at her as she proceeded to make ready for her shower. His attention divided between attempting to smooth where his tunic had become creased in the confines of his satchel and the elegant grace with which she stepped under the hot water he finally gave up on the tunic and set it besides the rest of his attire. With a casual ease that he didn't really feel he turned and sat in the chair, facing the open doorway that seemed to him now a gateway to paradise, leaning down to pull off the heavy socks.
Her words came at a moment when he was sure his body would betray him and carry him across the room and into her without invite, the rearguard action against his lust failing rapidly to become full retreat. The way the water glistened on her pale skin, the sweep of her damp hair across shoulders and breast, the way her lips parted in enjoyment of the hot cleansing...
His eyes narrowed as his hands came up to undo the front of the bodystocking, near-invisible clasps flicking open at his tender caress. He rose as he reached the fourth, the tension pulling the garment wide to reveal a lean and heavily muscles chest. While not big or bulky as some fighters were, Sven was almost cadaverous in build, sculpted muscles rippling within tight skin as the tiny movements of his hands gave evidence to obvious strength. Scars adorned what she could see of the torso, a savage four inch slash across right pectoral, what looked like a cluster of shrapnel wounds just to the right and below the solar plexus, and a probably blaster burn to the left of the hard abdominal.
Pulling the garment over the broad shoulders, revealing arms just as efficiently developed, he allowed the undersuit to drop to the floor. With only an armoured codpiece covering his manhood he stood there, lip twitching.
"We're in Keldabe, ner tat. We're lucky its not sand..."
He stepped forward through the doorway and slid a hand down his right side to loosen the strap that held the groin defenses in place, allowing them to slip to the floor as he smoothly continued forward, stepping out of the device. With his blonde complexion he was nearly hairless over torso and arms, a light dusting of freckles adorning upper body and shoulders. Sparse golden strands occupied his nethers and legs as he stepped forward and into the shower, his aroused body aching for her touch...
"Shall I scrub your back?"
His smile was easy, betraying the hammering of his heart and maelstrom of thoughts.
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May 8, 2015 10:39:41 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 10:39:41 GMT -8
Vee only watched him take off his clothing as far as his exposed his chest and stomach. She quickly whipped her head back into the shower, blushing furiously. Her sudden shyness surprised her. Then again, it had been some time since she'd been with a man. The last was the rebound a week after she left Ex. It had been a drunken, sorrow-filled decision, and one she immediately regretted. That was 5 years ago. She supposed the horrible encounter was why she waited so long to try again.
Her heartbeat quickened to an impossible rate and her whole body flushed pink in anticipation, anxiety and arousal. She couldn't get the glimpse of his hardened body out of her head, nor the realization that soon he would be pressed upon her. A brief smile crossed her face when he called her ner tat, considering what they were about to do, but was replaced with a nervous one as she heard him step inside the 'fresher. She backed away from him as he entered the shower with her, her eyes diverting from his body as she played with her long, wet locks.
When she dared glance up, she swallowed hard, taking the hard planes of his body, avoiding between his legs, trying to be discrete in assessing him. She wasn't the least disappointed with what she saw. He was everything she hoped he would be, muscled and very masculine, the scarring only accentuating that fact. She finally found her voice, and it was soft. Why so many scars?
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May 8, 2015 11:27:02 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 11:27:02 GMT -8
His eyes dropped down to his torso as his right hand came up, fingers lightly tracing the group of scars around his lower rib area. Water ran down his chest giving the illusion that the skin was moving beneath his touch, the marks seeming to writhe within his flesh. He seemed lost for a moment, far away in some dim and dangerous past, the silence stretching between them to the background sound of the running water.
The scars on his body were accompanied by the scars in his mind and memory, each physical mark accompanied by one on his soul. War was very rarely a pretty endeavor and those that spoke to its beauty were kriffing idiots. It had been all he had known for such a long time that he had been very close to losing who he was within the cauldron of blaster fire and screams. It had nearly cost him his soul as well as his life. If not for the [/i[]Aliit'or he never would have found his way back from madness, to retreat from the brink of an oblivion full of blood, steel and fire.
His eyes came slowly back up to meet hers, a hidden pain barely held back behind the grey-green iris'.
"In service to my clan I was asked to do many things..."
His voice was quiet, a soft whisper barely audible above the sound of the water.
His mind flashed over images of flame and death. Of the calm assurance of having his brothers at his side. The screech of starfighters blazing past overhead. Scenes flashed together to create a myriad tableau of his life over the past half-dozen years, a kaleidoscope of strife that threatened to overwhelm him.
He sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh.
"I would have given my life for the clan, for my brothers. Is till would should the need arise. These scars are a story of my time in service, my trail through life. Many took their scars with them into the Manda never to walk among the living again. They were my kin. Ni vod..."
His head dropped a little again, a profound sadness emanating off of him. A single tear escaped his right eye, quickly lost in the stream of similar drops descending down their bodys, gone before any attention could be made of it.
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May 8, 2015 11:37:00 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 11:37:00 GMT -8
Vee didn't know what to say. She barely knew the man, and the fact that they were going to have sex was a little awkward enough for her. However, she appreciated him being honest. It surprised her that he suddenly decided to open up, after being indirect or flat out ignoring her questions. Maybe this was why. She cleared her throat slightly, picking up a the complimentary piece of soap with one hand and releasing her mane of hair with the other. She tentatively took a step forward and, trying not to seem nervous, ran the bar over his chest with medium pressure. My husband died in the last war.
She tried to keep her voice as nonchalant as possible, the attitude of cleaning him the same as if she were wiping down a table. She moved the bar in circles on his pecs before slowly moving to his shoulders, remaining a short distance away so their bodies were barely touching. He...he was a great man, my husband. I...it pains me to think of what he must have gone through before he died. But he did it, not just because it was his duty, but because he loved his people.
She chanced a glance up at him, into his eyes. It sounds like you are the same.
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May 8, 2015 11:59:03 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 11:59:03 GMT -8
He remained stood still as she drew a little closer, twitching slightly as her hands came into contact with his chest. Without breaking his gaze from hers he reached forth his left hand an drew the bottle of shampoo to hand, lifting his right arm high and over her head to deposit some of the cream-like liquid into his hand. Reciprocating her gesture he gently applied it to her hair, softly but steadily working it into a lather.
Looking down at her hands as she moved them gently across his skin he drew his eyes back up to her face as she spoke of her husband, seeing his own sadness mirrored in her green orbs.
He knew to whom she referred of course. While she could have had the name but not have been related to him her words now confirmed his assumption. Taung H'rel had been a great military tactician and Mandalorian fleet commander. One of the keenest minds the vode had even produced. He had been instrumental in several Mandalorian campaigns, notably against the Dark Tide. Sven had seen him once after the Korriban attack several years ago, talking with Cassus and Corr outside the ruins of the Sith Academy.
Aside from reputation he didn't really know the man and certainly didn't think them the same. There had been rumours as to the situation at Kuat... He stalled the thought, thinking it wasn't really a good time for such doubts.
"Sometimes honour is the only thing that can guide us through the darkness of conflict, cyar'ika..."
His gaze bore into hers, their shared experiences of loss lending them an empathy that went beyond mere physical attraction. His hands worked the shampoo into her hair higher as the lather ran down over her shoulders, running slowly between her breasts and down her stomach.
He took his time, sensing her awkwardness, something else they shared. He was fully aroused but exercised restraint out of respect, a tender side to him almost forgotten rising to the fore.
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May 8, 2015 12:21:16 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 12:21:16 GMT -8
Vee thought she saw recognition flicker in Sven's eyes when she mentioned her husband, but it was gone so quickly she thought she imagined it.Her breath hitched slightly as he started lathering her hair. It both relaxed, unnerved and aroused her at the same time. She tried to focus on what she was doing, realizing that spot on his shoulder was probably clean and she could move to another.
It has to, what other option is there?
She decided she didn't want to talk or think about Taung anymore...it made her feel guilty, being here with another man. She knew she had every right, but Taung's ghost hung heavy over her. She firmly tried to set her mind back to the here and now. The bar of soap traveled from his shoulders and chest to his stomach. She bit her lush lower lip as she glanced down, noticing his readiness. She quickly glanced back up into his eyes, her cheeks flushed further. She took his hands in hers and moved them from where they were caressing her hair. Vee placed the bar of soap into his right hand and leaned her head back enough for the water to rinse out the shampoo before turning around and pressing her backside into his front. She could feel him large and ready against her rear. It excited her to know she could effect him, even though she barely touched him. She guided his right hand to her bust with the soap as she leaned her head back, resting it on his left shoulder and turning it ever so slightly to press her mouth to his left ear.
Have you ever been married? Her voice came out as a whisper as she covered his right hand with hers and slowly made a circular motion across her chest with the soap and his hand, urging him to wash her in the like before moving her hand down to wrap around his well-muscled thigh in a squeeze and caress.
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May 8, 2015 12:54:49 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 12:54:49 GMT -8
He allowed her to guide his hands as she maneuvered herself under the stream of hot water, allowing the deluge to rinse her free of the foamy lather that permeated her hair. Her slow rotation had him pressed up against her back, their skin joined under the stream as his hands were gently but firmly placed on her breasts. Kneading her busts, working the soap over her pale flesh, he allowed his thumbs to caress over her nipples slightly every now and then before continuing on their way, circling around then down across her stomach to ascend back up along her sides.
The roar of blood through his body, the steady tattoo drum beat of his heart, set of a crescendo of desire in his mind as her own ministrations drew him ever more aroused to her. His jaw clenched as he yearned, the need to be in her now almost painful to him. He heard her words, the sultry tones of the soft whisper adding to the moment, the words of little import at first, only digested after he had savered her voice.
"Never..."
His voice was hoarse now, the word almost choked out such was his need for her. His right hand drifted down to the top of her right thigh, fingers sliding inwards slightly, not quite to her sex but tantalisingly close. His left slid up along her ribs, cupping her breast as it rise higher, pushing further to run the fingers through her hair.
"War was ever a demanding mistress. Quick with her demands and light in mercy..."
His head had turned towards hers now, their lips scant millimetres apart yet not touching, drifting in front of each other with tantalising proximity...
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May 8, 2015 13:15:19 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 13:15:19 GMT -8
Vee blinked her eyes, trying to keep them open under his administrations. She was quickly becoming intoxicated under his touch and the new-found connection, though tentative, heightened the security she was quickly feeling with him. She trembled as his hands and fingers caressed her, making her arch her back to more tightly press her rear against his arousal. She groaned as his hands moved to her inward thigh. His raspy voice sounded so very far away. She loved that about his voice. It was so masculine and carnal. She could feel his want of her heavy in the air and energy between them. She loved the feeling, there was nothing else but them and their desire for each other. She thought she might burst of it.
As he turned his head toward her, she closed her eyes in earnest and leaned in the last few millimeters to press her mouth against his. The kiss was shallow, but sensual, her left hand moving over his on her breast, while the right reached back to run fingers though his dirty blonde hair.
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May 8, 2015 13:55:34 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 13:55:34 GMT -8
Their lips met, softly at first but with growing depths. He allowed her kiss to lightly brush him, responding in kind, before he pushed a bit deeper, adding tongue to the mix. His right hand abandoned all pretense of just lingering in the area of inner thigh and sought out greater intimacy, working its way up to massage her pleasure areas gently. His left hand, with hers still guiding it, he fingers entwined with his own, continued to massage her bosom, occasionally running a light touch across from left breast to right.
His lips left hers and worked their way down her jawline to her neck where he bit the pale flesh gently and playfully, hard enough to draw a reaction but not enough to draw anything else. He braced his feet a little more firmly and thrust hard against her, his manhood solid against the lower buttock-upper thigh.
His mind spun in the moment, the heat of their ardour misting the room far more than the hot water ever could. Everything else faded from his mind as he clutched her in the intimacy of their union, fire burning through his chest as the desire continued to ignite and inflame his soul.
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May 8, 2015 15:20:26 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 15:20:26 GMT -8
Vee gave a heady moan as their kiss deepened, her tongue dancing with his in a passionate embrace. He tasted like tihaar. That with the hot, lust-filled air and his scent was an intoxicating combination. Vee felt drunk and light headed in the best of ways, not able to think or comprehend anything coherently. When was the last time she felt this way? She could hardly remember. She gasped into their kiss as his hands played between her legs. Writhing with pleasure, she instinctively pressed her thighs together to take the edge off the intensity of the expert touch of his roughened hands.
She moaned his name as he bit down on her neck, wriggling her rear against his manhood as he thrust. Sven...She choked out his name with a sultry breath, filled with need.
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May 8, 2015 16:06:41 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 16:06:41 GMT -8
His passion rose as she moaned in pleasure yet he restrained himself somewhat, seeking to savour the encounter and steady the pace lest their coupling descend into a chaotic grapple. He forced himself to slow down his thundering heart and attend to her with calm assurance rather than the hectic fury his body demanded, seeking to steadily progress through foreplay before giving in to his base needs.
He allowed his hands to adopt a steady, repetitive motion as he efficiently worked to bring her to climax. His mouth continued to worry her neck, occasionally sliding up to kiss and caress her jawline, dropping back to nibble her ear, before returning once again to the neckline. When she jammed her legs together her kept working, ignoring her attempt to stem his progress. His name bubbled from her lips, rushing out in a heavy sigh of pleasure.
"Udesii, ni cyar'ika. Duumir ni bah ganar gar copad..."
He increased the pace that his right hand moved, varying its meandering path around her parts as he pressed himself against her, the muscles on his arm standing out due to the stress of his actions.
"Dummir ni bah aalar gar copaanire. Gedetir ni par ori'shya gar liser hibiir..."
He upped the pace again, his left hand come up to turn her face forcefully towards him, pressing his mouth to hers over her gasping breath...
"Duumir gar baar slanar..."
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May 8, 2015 16:39:11 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 16:39:11 GMT -8
Vee's ocean-colored eyes squeezed shut tight as her senses overwhelmed her. Her right hand came back down over his hand that was attending her, her core clenching deliciously and throbbing so hard with want that it almost hurt. Her hips jut both toward and away from his hand, as her hand both tried to tear him away, yet press him harder against her, torn between the desire for the pleasure he gave her and the overwhelming intensity that threatened to make her lose her mind. Her thighs tried to squeeze even tighter together, but it was pointless, her supple rear grinding on his hardness as she tried to get away. He was all around her, his scent, his body that easily held her in place, his mouth that marked her, even his voice that rasped out in guttural mando'a.
She couldn't understand most of it, both because she wasn't fluent and she was too lost in passion that she couldn't process anything intelligible. She thought she heard "darling" and "desire", but she couldn't be sure. One thing was for certain though, his voice was authoritative, possessive, and did things to her body made her yearn for him to be inside her. She whimpered his name, both a plea for mercy and encouragement not to stop. Gedet'ye....please....Sven...She ground against his manhood as he forced her mouth to his. She kissed him back just as possessively, her hand automatically coming to cover his at her neck.
Then suddenly it hit her. She screamed wordlessly into his mouth, seeing stars and her body going lax against his.
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May 8, 2015 17:27:15 GMT -8
Post by Cayne on May 8, 2015 17:27:15 GMT -8
Strong arms closed around her as she shuddered to a climax, steadying her as her trembling legs threatened to betray her. With his right hand abandoning their quest for utopia between her legs he brought his arms around and scooped them around the back of her thighs. With his left hand dropping down from where he had been holding her chin to encircle her shoulders he effortlessly scooped her up in his arms, knocking off the water with a deft nudge of his elbow, and turning to step out of the cubicle.
"Udesii cyar'ika. Udesii..."
The soft words were accompanied by soothing noises, a gentle "hush hush" as he held her in the tender embrace of his powerful arms. Again showing nimble agility he dipped his legs slightly to lower his centre, scooping two towels off of their respective hooks with his right hand, using his bicep and forearm to balance her shapely and still slightly trembly legs in place.
She seemed smaller now, cradled thus in his arms. No longer the able and ruthless starship captain she had portrayed. This new found vulnerability about her only added to her appeal and he felt his control slipping again as the yearning to take her grew once more. The fire breaking the banks behind which he had restrained them, eyes lighting hungrily despite his restraint.
With easy, measured steps, in keeping with the easy measured way he had gone about everything so far, he stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, moving directly to the bed and draping a towel down beneath before gently lowering her down on top. He leaned over her, muscles glinting beneath the wet skin, the second towel held over his head and scrubbing the hair dry.
"You okay?"
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May 8, 2015 17:43:30 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 17:43:30 GMT -8
Vee hardly knew what was happening. Her world spun as he picked her up, soft, sweet words coming from his lips as he held her. She automatically buried her face in his chest, shuddering slightly now that she was out of the water and her body temperature was cooling from her passion.Never in a million years would she have thought her evening would go this way. Never would she have thought that Don's cousin would end up being this sort of person, especially after their yelling and screaming at each other. It both shocked and amazed her. She shut her eyes tightly, allowing the aftershocks of her climax to course through her.
He placed her on top of the towel, her gold-red hair darkened from the water and splayed out across her pillow.I'm okay... She rolled into him, seeking the warmth she knew his body would provide, staring into his face with wonder as he loomed over her. I.... She didn't quite know what to say...she was still amazed. She bit her lower lip, trying to put a coherent thought together. Who was this man? I'm not sure I know what just happened. she quietly confessed. And she didn't. She suddenly felt like she had known him forever, and with how easily they had meshed, how he knew when to be rough and when to be tender with her, they way he spoke to her, they had either been lovers in a past life, or he had been with enough women to know exactly what she needed.She reached up to gently touch his face, noticing her hand was slightly shaking. Despite her earth-shattering climax, she still wanted him, wanted him over her, around her, deep inside of her.
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