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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>"You protected the alien."</i><br/>
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Zara knew it wasn't her job to protect them, but nonetheless, she felt that innocents needed to be protected. In the cases she'd found, aliens had been the ones to be... tested and experimented on, Tortured. Their life forms were exciting, new to humans and clearly great killers, but it didn't mean they had to be harmed. Zara offered a warm smile, hinting the warmness from her new team mate. What she could tell was that he enjoyed seeing her breasts, briefly. It was a small tell, and Zara only noticed because she was trained to pick up body language and assess people in as little time as possible. After all, she was a protector by profession.<br/>
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What caught her were his kind words, drawing a smile across her lips. "Well, they deserved my help. I know that we are taught to fear what we don't know but... they just followed their biology. I'm no scientist but I understood their need. Evolvole, change, become better. We all want that." His smile genuinely caused a ripple effect as she gazed over him, a hint of a blush coming into her cheeks. It had been so long since anyone had given her peace of mind. As his fingers brushed over hers, the female eyed him, allowing a smirk to cross her plump lips. "The world, huh? You must feel pretty damn great. Well, I don't see an issue then." The female went about cleaning, but he was still in her mind so presently.<br/>
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As the male drew near her, the female most jumped. As she turned, the female paused as he took her hand, "Later?" The smile that took over his features captivated her completely. He was... unlike anyone she'd ever met. A soft, warm chuckle escaped her as he pressed his thumb to her bleeding finger, he hoisted her up beneath her thighs with such ease, placing her on the countertop that gave the female a rather gentle grin. Maybe, for once, someone would look after her. Zara was used to being in charge, being in control. It was tiresome. "Cross contamination," the female murmured softly, repeating his word as she watched him closely, her gaze never wavering from his. His laughter caught her own, rising a gentle giggle, "I suppose it is, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." The female eased back slightly, watching as he tended to her wound. It was greatly appreciated, more so than before. "Mm, it doesn't just happen, we have to take it." Her gaze flickered up to his, never wavering.<br/>
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A soft, audible inhale echoed as she felt him press against her legs. As he continued to talk, she began to ease her legs open to him. She didn't know why, but she felt connected to him in some sense. Maybe it was his knowledge or snarky humour, either way, she enjoyed it immensely. "That's right, I would be, so we would both be set to deal with whatever it was." A soft chuckle escape her lips, "Well I wanted to test it to see if you were suffering from any abnormalities or infections... but clearly you're not worried.. And you seem fine to me," Her gaze narrowed slightly as he pinched her zipper, his question rousing more suspicion than his actions. "Why would you ask how I'm feeling?" The female purred softly, she could feel her skin begin to warm, it had been for some time.<br/>
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"I feel warm, too warm," She murmured softly, her free hand slipped down to cover over his that held her zipper. The female gently tugged at his hand, pulling it down to ease her suit open, causing her breasts to spill out as she took a long breath. "It's too warm," She whispered again, her thick lashes starting to flutter down, "What did you do to me?" There was a glimmer of fear.. but not to the extent that one would expect. There was almost a sense of trust, but not quite. Zara was rather good at reading people, and she felt there was a good deal of common ground between her and Silverman, if it was even his name. A coy smile crept over her lips as she noticed how close he was. Her heart was already racing, maybe due to her temperature or because she simply felt like for once, she was getting some attention.<br/>
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Zara lived alone, and she mainly worked alone. There wasn't much interaction in her day job, most people she worked with didn't warm to her. Nor did she warm to them. There were limited options to who she could release her tension with. Relationships hadn't been an option since she'd taken her profession, it had been impossible to forge a meaningful relationship while she was working so much. Zara did not have time to invest anything. What had taken her aback was the way he seemed to be so... approachable. Maybe it was the temperature rising. "It's too warm," Her voice began to whimper slightly as her legs started to clench around his hips. "What did you do?" Her gaze turned firmer as she stared up toward him, "This isn't normal."</span>