Dive now. 14/?
anonymous
September 19 2015, 17:21:42 UTC
He had seen guys trying to seduce her a long time ago, but she always ignored their advances. It was probably too complicated since everybody already knew who and what she was, and she probably wasn't ready to risk losing anyone because of that. And as fame turned her into something more, something not human anymore, people stopped trying altogether. He had had little time to get intimate with anyone as of late himself, but he still had opportunities once in a while, the last being on Menae and it already feels ages ago. So what does that say about her? Humans have a higher sense of modesty when it comes to physical intimacy, and it somehow makes it worse. How can she still function properly while not answering her body's calls anymore? She had to feel them still, and if her current behavior was any indication, they were starting to get hard to handle.
And to think he had mock flirted with her so many times. Those jokes didn't seem so funny now.
Realizing that the woman in his arms, the friend he thought he knew so well, did have a sex drive too really caught him by surprise, but it shouldn't have, in retrospect. Feeling her body, warm and firm against him, he wonders why he had never seen her under that light. Sure, he had never considered any kind of interspecies intercourse, he was perfectly content with Turians and never was particularly aroused by aliens. But this, what they had, was so much more. They had a special kind of bond that transcended friendship, and physical intimacy seemed like a small detail that should have come naturally. It never was about sex, but as he sometimes felt that there was a continuum between both their spirits, materializing it somehow should have been expected.
He can feel his pelvic plates shift slightly when she sighs again against the sensitive hide of his neck.
Spirits, he was in trouble.
Before he could calm his burning nerves and think of naked Elcors and Hanar poetry, she start disentangling herself from his embrace.
“Haa... I feel so much better. I wish I had the strength to share that with you properly.”
You have no idea.
“I wish I weren't such a coward...” She says bitterly.
What does that make me?
“I've already taken too much of your time.” She was back to her previous spot.
Clap clap.
His eyes focus back on her, and he fought hard not to look like a pyjak in the headlights.
“Be careful with the Primarch, though, he seems much more personally involved in this than he lets on. You might want to tread carefully when you broach the subject.”
It takes him a couple of seconds to put his mind back on track and parse what she just said.
“Yeah... huh... you're probably right. I'll be careful. Having served under him will probably help a little though. I know he trusts me to some extent.” He absently rubs the back of his neck.
“You do that.” She sighs yet again. “I gotta go. As much as I'd rather stay with you here, I still have that report to write. And you're probably busy too.” She vaguely waves at the console.
“You know me. Knock when you come down for dinner?”
“Sure” She grins. “See you then.”
When the door finally swooshes closed behind her, he collapses on the ground and leans his back on the console behind him. This is seriously getting out of hand. How far is she willing to get? She hasn't showed any sign of actually wanting to get in his pants, and he's grateful for that. If she had, then he would have seriously misjudged her. He doesn't want to think she would want to take advantage of him that way. But what if she does bring whatever this is to that level?
He finds himself not caring as much as he should, and it worries him.
Re: Dive now. 14/?
anonymous
September 22 2015, 13:17:15 UTC
Your comment really makes me happy, 'cause I seriously enjoy writing this for the very same reasons, and I'm really glad I could convey it somehow. I really wanted to emphasize that however much you share with someone, there are still parts of yourself you unconsciously avoid, and since it prevents you for being fully honest with yourself, you can hardly be honest with the other person as a result. Denial is a bitch and getting over it takes courage, energy and a good kick in the anthill. Cat among the pigeons. Whatever. I always struggle with translating idioms.
And to think he had mock flirted with her so many times. Those jokes didn't seem so funny now.
Realizing that the woman in his arms, the friend he thought he knew so well, did have a sex drive too really caught him by surprise, but it shouldn't have, in retrospect. Feeling her body, warm and firm against him, he wonders why he had never seen her under that light. Sure, he had never considered any kind of interspecies intercourse, he was perfectly content with Turians and never was particularly aroused by aliens. But this, what they had, was so much more. They had a special kind of bond that transcended friendship, and physical intimacy seemed like a small detail that should have come naturally. It never was about sex, but as he sometimes felt that there was a continuum between both their spirits, materializing it somehow should have been expected.
He can feel his pelvic plates shift slightly when she sighs again against the sensitive hide of his neck.
Spirits, he was in trouble.
Before he could calm his burning nerves and think of naked Elcors and Hanar poetry, she start disentangling herself from his embrace.
“Haa... I feel so much better. I wish I had the strength to share that with you properly.”
You have no idea.
“I wish I weren't such a coward...” She says bitterly.
What does that make me?
“I've already taken too much of your time.” She was back to her previous spot.
Clap clap.
His eyes focus back on her, and he fought hard not to look like a pyjak in the headlights.
“Be careful with the Primarch, though, he seems much more personally involved in this than he lets on. You might want to tread carefully when you broach the subject.”
It takes him a couple of seconds to put his mind back on track and parse what she just said.
“Yeah... huh... you're probably right. I'll be careful. Having served under him will probably help a little though. I know he trusts me to some extent.” He absently rubs the back of his neck.
“You do that.” She sighs yet again. “I gotta go. As much as I'd rather stay with you here, I still have that report to write. And you're probably busy too.” She vaguely waves at the console.
“You know me. Knock when you come down for dinner?”
“Sure” She grins. “See you then.”
When the door finally swooshes closed behind her, he collapses on the ground and leans his back on the console behind him. This is seriously getting out of hand. How far is she willing to get? She hasn't showed any sign of actually wanting to get in his pants, and he's grateful for that. If she had, then he would have seriously misjudged her. He doesn't want to think she would want to take advantage of him that way. But what if she does bring whatever this is to that level?
He finds himself not caring as much as he should, and it worries him.
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I'm not sure I'll be able to write any more this week though, but I'll try. I'm seriously bent on finishing this fic though, so please bear with me!
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Thanks for commenting! :3
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