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[miss_gaila]

Gaila was not fond of Earth. It was her second time visiting the Federation’s home planet, and both times she simply found herself wishing to leave. A large part of it was her disgust with Federation hypocrisy, and the rest was the fact that she simply didn’t understand humans. They were an attractive species, to be sure, but in other ways they

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[45825243_t78_a]

He doesn't do anything else; doesn't want anything else. His eyes are closed most of the time, only occasionally opening the tiniest bit to let in blurry images of gorgeous red hair, offset against green skin. If he ever thought it strange, it's the most natural and beautiful thing in the world now.

He loves this - feeling her softness, her warmth; smelling her. Such a strange smell. The kisses on her neck continue, followed by little licks and nips, all very lowkey, not intended to lead up to anything. He just likes feeling her, tasting her, reassuring himself that she is here, and letting her know he is here.

((No problem, darlin'. It happens. Hope you have fun!))

[miss_gaila]

She continues to let out little sighs of pleasure as he kisses and nips at her neck. It's as if he wants to hold on to the connection between them, and she can't help but find it a little endearing. You won't ever be able to escape the tie between us.

She twists in his arms so that she can face him and smiles at the sight of his drowsy face. Suddenly she realizes she's not sure she's actually kissed his lips yet. She leans forward and presses her lips to his softly, gently, just wanting to taste him.

[ooc: thanks! i am back for real, now... or for the next few weeks, at least. LOL]

[45825243_t78_a]

And that's exactly what this is: bonding. He doesn't bond with people - not usually. He likes it that way. But at moments like this, he lets himself pretend for a moment. Nine times out of ten, he'd do it even with the most casual of flings, and he isn't sure this isn't a lot more. It just feels right. Like he's found his place in the world by finding her.

Hrm. Silly thought. Still, there's no harm in pretending, is there?

She kisses him, and he kisses back, softly, slowly, but refusing to stop. He never wants to stop. A short break, breathing, and then he kisses her again. This is how things should be: just the two of them, together, his arm around her to keep her near.

((Heh, don't worry about it. RL happens.))

[miss_gaila]

He returns her kiss, lips moving slowly and gently against hers. Then he kisses her again, and she moves her lips against his in slow exploration. It's lazy, unhurried, just a reminder that they are there together. She traces his lips with her tongue, licking along the seam, wanting to know every inch of him. He's glorious, she thinks, nibbling on his bottom lip a little before she breaks the kiss and opens her eyes to stare into his. Perhaps she shouldn't speak at the moment, just communicate with touches and glances, but she decides it can't hurt to whisper, "I'm very happy that I met you, Logan."

[ooc: yay! Lol I feel like that should be a t-shirt: "Real Life Happens"]

[45825243_t78_a]

He opens his mouth to her tongue, giving in, a soft moan escaping him when she nips at his lip. That pulls him out of his daze, igniting a spark in his eyes.

He gives a low rumble of approval at her words, something like a purr. "Never met anyone like you," he mumbles, though he isn't sure what he means. Not the way she looks, just the way she is. Something... There is something. He rests his forehead against hers, his hand sliding down to her ass. Whatever he's missing, he wants to find out, wants more of her. There are answers there, he's sure, and it's important that he looks for them. It's important that he stays with her.

((Hehehe... It totally should be.))

[miss_gaila]

When she pulls away from the kiss, she can see the desire returning to his eyes. It's exactly what she wants to see. Once is never really enough for her, anyway. He seems to be practically purring at her words, and the response makes her grin. "There isn't anyone like me," she teases. She contracts her ass muscles under those perfect hands, and then presses her lips to his again, this time with a bit more urgency, the kiss open-mouthed from the start. Her hands start to wander over his chest.

[ooc: xD! Or perhaps: Real Life Happens. Much to our chagrin.]

[45825243_t78_a]

He smirks. "I believe you." Even apart from anything else, the sex would be hard to beat. He wonders about her kind then, briefly - how many there are, whether they're all like this - but the thought disappears as soon as it forms.

He squeezes a little harder when she clenches her ass, his hands wandering lower, fingers reaching between her legs. His lust is reawakening, but he's happy to take it slow - or at least, let her take the lead. Somehow, that feels natural.

((Too true.))

[miss_gaila]

She laughs softly at that, and then kisses him again as his hands wander between her legs. She sighs in pleasure and rubs herself against those fingers a little. Their touches are still soft, unhurried. He was so dominant before, but now he seems content for things to be lazy and gentle. Her mouth leaves his to trail kisses down his jaw and neck, licking and nipping her way to the juncture between neck and shoulder, where she sucks on the soft skin. One hand pushes gently on his shoulder, encouraging him to lie on his back.

[ooc: omg SORRY. Real life decided to kick my ass, but I survived somehow and will be around more for the next few weeks, I swear.]

[45825243_t78_a]

He moans softly as she moves along his neck - such a vulnerable spot. Usually, that would make him more aggressive, more eager to 'fight' back, but right now he wants nothing more than to give in to her, completely, in whichever way she wants. It's the strangest feeling.

Following her directions without question, he rolls onto his back, but he hates to let go of her, no matter how short. His eyes never leave her, a little unsure. He wants to do what she wants him to do, but if that involves less touching... It's confusing, contradictory.

[miss_gaila]

She can't help but find the questioning look in his eyes endearing, and she smiles down at him reassuringly. "I'm not going anywhere," she promises softly, eyes on his as she shifts on top of him, pleased that he seems willing to do whatever she asks. She knows that the aggressive lover is still in there somewhere - and she's glad for it - but she also knows that he's moving closer and closer to the state where he'll truly do anything for her. It's amazing how genuine the pheromone-inspired feelings look on his face, but in her mind they are genuine. They're a reaction to what she is, even if they're not a reaction he understands. She kisses him on the lips again, the touch gentle and affectionate, and then moves back to his neck to suck and nip the sensitive flesh. Her desire is reigniting, but the touches are still slow, lazy, as if they have all the time in the world.

[45825243_t78_a]

He moans softly, tilting his head back so she can reach his neck better. It's strange how he wants to give in and take control at the same time, as if his mind - or his body - can't decide what it wants. It's a challenge, giving in, as much as he wants to. The more excited he gets, the more he wants to take control again, but he's trying to hold back, to let Gaila have her position at the top - literally and figuratively. She deserves it. His hands wander along her sides, dipping low to knead her ass again.

[miss_gaila]

He tilts his head back and moans, and she smiles against his neck and kisses her way over to the other side, still exploring his body with her hands. She presses her ass into his palms, loving the fact that he clearly wants her badly but that he's letting her be in control, for the moment. Then he starts to kiss and lick and bite her way down his chest, shifting her body downwards a little to give herself better access. She laves her tongue over one nipple, and then sucks on it, worries it between her teeth, lightly flicking the other with her fingers.

[45825243_t78_a]

When she shifts, he lets go of her ass, his hands moving up her body, along her sides, before briefly letting go. His breathing quickens as she bites and licks his chest, hitching when she finds his nipples. He reaches up, sliding his hand under her hair, resting it on her neck - another attempt to satisfy his need for dominance without actually taking it. Moaning, he clenches his teeth as he tries to keep himself under control, already hard under her again. He grabs her neck a little harder, wanting more - of this, of anything, just more.

[miss_gaila]

She loves how responsive he is, how his breathing speeds up and his hand wanders up her side before finding her neck. He lets out a moan, and she can see him fighting for control of himself, can feel his hardness against her. She doesn't know if he's going to be able to keep himself from taking control again. Honestly, she doesn't mind either way, though the answer will tell her a lot about him. She shifts her body slightly so that she's not giving him stimulation where he needs it most and then continues to lick and bite her way down his chest and stomach as one hand moves to kneed the inside of his thigh. When she's far enough down, she nuzzles the base of his erection and then pauses to look up at him mischievously.

[ooc: omg SORRY. AGAIN. I sort of had a smut malfunction this week and was unable to write any. I have no idea why. *shrugs*]

[45825243_t78_a]

He gives a grunt of frustration when she moves away from his erection. The only thing that lets him cope, helps keep him sane, is the attention she continues lavishing on his chest, his stomach, his thigh. So damn close... He looks up just in time to see her - see her - moving in, touching him.

He almost begs. He can count the times he's begged on one hand, and he doesn't plan to add to them. Frustration increases. The extremes just get more extreme when he gets more excited, making him feel almost physically torn in half. "Do it," he growls, not sounding nearly as commanding as he'd wanted to. It doesn't help that his expression is pleading, under a scowl of concentration. He doesn't know how much longer he can keep himself under control.

((It happens. *nods* That icon is win. XD))

[miss_gaila]

It’s easy to see how frustrated he is, how impatient. He growls at her to get on with it, and she almost laughs, because he looks like he can’t tell if he should be ordering her or begging her, and it comes across as somewhere in between. “Patience,” she purrs, still smirking up at him.

But he’s probably been patient long enough, and she’s not sure how much longer he can hold out. She adjusts slightly, hands still running over his thighs and massaging his hips as she moves to lick a stripe along the underside of his hardness before teasing the head with her tongue. Finally she takes him fully in her mouth, sliding down until he’s brushing the back of her throat before she pulls up and then down again, moving her tongue in circles around his length as she does so.

[ooc: thanks! and yay!]