Re: Fill: Clean Only in Cipritine 5/9
anonymous
May 21 2013, 06:44:47 UTC
It amused Shepard that as she stood up and collected her oil and towel, Senecio's group of friends gasped in surprise and there was a flurry of movement to clear room for her as they approached.
Senecio made the introductions. Tysten, she knew already. Athrys Filix was the only other without Palaveni marks (his was a blocky set of white radial stripes fanning out over his forehead, cheeks, mandibles and chin). And rounding out the group was Crispin Dactylon.
She set her towel down next to Tysten and Senecio returned to his spot.
“So, how about a little debriefing? Why send you out?” Shepard looked at him.
“Because I am not provincial and have successfully propositioned partners outside of my species,” Senecio replied frankly. “Also, I am a top class sprinter, so the risk was deemed acceptable.”
Shepard snorted.
“Okay, wise guy. Makes sense. But the interested parties in question...” she looked at Tysten, who gulped. “I wouldn't have minded if you asked, you know.”
“Oh...” Tysten muttered.
“You'll have to forgive him. He's rather overawed at this moment,” Athrys drawled.
“He has a poster of you,” Crispin added. “He's that big of a fan.”
Poor Tysten looked like he was about to melt into a puddle of embarrassment, so Shepard scooted closer to him, presenting her back to him.
“You said you wanted to help? Go right ahead,” she smiled over her shoulder with encouragement.
He managed not fumble as he started to spread a dollop of oil over her back, making a surprised noise at the first feel of her skin.
She quirked an eyebrow in question. Senecio got another drop of oil and reached out, taking one of her arms and began rubbing it in.
“You're softer than an asari, I dare say,” he looked surprised. “Nice.”
That was enough to have Athrys and Crispin moving to join in, curious. Shepard sighed, finding their care and the warmth of their palms entirely relaxing over her shoulders, arms, and over her navel.
“Tysten, she's done on her back, isn't she?”
Tysten made an affirmative noise.
“Well, then. Time to go on, right?”
Tysten slid his hands down slowly and Shepard felt him kneading at her waist. Senecio's mandibles worked, observing her.
“Ah. So, more like the asari.”
He slid up with both hands and cupped her breasts. Shepard's eyes opened with a sharp intake of breath.
“Whoa, there.”
“Commander?”
He was still moving, smoothing his palms along the underside of her breasts. It was suddenly very clear that he knew what he was doing and that yes, it was going to happen if she would let it. Athrys and Crispin had one hand each on her thighs, not moving, watching and waiting for her reaction.
And as if to further punctuate the potential, that couple in the the middle of the room were still going at it. Granted, in a different position, with her on her back, her legs propped up on his shoulders.
Senecio made the introductions. Tysten, she knew already. Athrys Filix was the only other without Palaveni marks (his was a blocky set of white radial stripes fanning out over his forehead, cheeks, mandibles and chin). And rounding out the group was Crispin Dactylon.
She set her towel down next to Tysten and Senecio returned to his spot.
“So, how about a little debriefing? Why send you out?” Shepard looked at him.
“Because I am not provincial and have successfully propositioned partners outside of my species,” Senecio replied frankly. “Also, I am a top class sprinter, so the risk was deemed acceptable.”
Shepard snorted.
“Okay, wise guy. Makes sense. But the interested parties in question...” she looked at Tysten, who gulped. “I wouldn't have minded if you asked, you know.”
“Oh...” Tysten muttered.
“You'll have to forgive him. He's rather overawed at this moment,” Athrys drawled.
“He has a poster of you,” Crispin added. “He's that big of a fan.”
Poor Tysten looked like he was about to melt into a puddle of embarrassment, so Shepard scooted closer to him, presenting her back to him.
“You said you wanted to help? Go right ahead,” she smiled over her shoulder with encouragement.
He managed not fumble as he started to spread a dollop of oil over her back, making a surprised noise at the first feel of her skin.
She quirked an eyebrow in question. Senecio got another drop of oil and reached out, taking one of her arms and began rubbing it in.
“You're softer than an asari, I dare say,” he looked surprised. “Nice.”
That was enough to have Athrys and Crispin moving to join in, curious. Shepard sighed, finding their care and the warmth of their palms entirely relaxing over her shoulders, arms, and over her navel.
“Tysten, she's done on her back, isn't she?”
Tysten made an affirmative noise.
“Well, then. Time to go on, right?”
Tysten slid his hands down slowly and Shepard felt him kneading at her waist. Senecio's mandibles worked, observing her.
“Ah. So, more like the asari.”
He slid up with both hands and cupped her breasts. Shepard's eyes opened with a sharp intake of breath.
“Whoa, there.”
“Commander?”
He was still moving, smoothing his palms along the underside of her breasts. It was suddenly very clear that he knew what he was doing and that yes, it was going to happen if she would let it. Athrys and Crispin had one hand each on her thighs, not moving, watching and waiting for her reaction.
And as if to further punctuate the potential, that couple in the the middle of the room were still going at it. Granted, in a different position, with her on her back, her legs propped up on his shoulders.
“Go on,” she nodded.
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