She couldn't stop herself from startling guiltily as an accusing voice greeted her. Garraus was at his desk, glaring at her suspiciously. Damn him and his freakishly-sensitive nose. As shaken as she was, Tamelyn had no inclination to share the experience with him, lest she give him even more ammunition to use against her. "Nothing that concerns<i>you,"</i>she huffed, crossing the room towards the elevator. A complete brush-off was likely to just make it even more obvious that something was up, and so she desperately tried to come up with a cover story. "Couple of drunk idiots were just giving me trouble," she said. "The usual 'worthless human' shit. That's all."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Koort's tail was gradually pushing itself even deeper, pressing almost painfully against her cervix. Knowing him, she'd be sore for the rest of the day after he'd had his fun. His claws dug into the smooth skin of her breasts, slightly larger than average due to both her maturity and her mothering of two children. He lapped at her neck, causing her to shiver as his tongue traced over the sensitive skin. She could feel his manhood pressing against her arse as their hips ground together. Her breathing had quickened from both fear and anticipation--Koort was rather sizeable, and all the foreplay in the world wouldn't change the way her fight-or-flight instincts screamed whenever they were like this. The only response to his taunting was a quiet whimper as she wished he would finish his tormenting of her already.