<span style="font-weight: bold">Surt</span><br/>Surt's willingness to use the untended break room as a resting place backfired upon her, the security official far too used to having things that scuttle or squirm crawling on her to awaken to the tongue on her neck. Instead she merely waved her hand behind her as if to shoo a fly away, just barely missing the Zerran above her... Not that it would have done her any good if she had actually made contact. She mumbled something in her sleep afterwards before shifting her weight a bit to the opposite side until she was relatively comfortable once again.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Vii</span><br/>Vii continued to crawl forward, doing her best to mentally suggest comfort and some arousal to her captive's mind, knowing that it would help keep her quiet to some point. As she approached the vent she was faced with a rather confusing problem: how did she get back to her room with her prize? She wasn't sure if the both of them would fit through the warm vents side by side; the tasty treat in her grasp didn't really seem all that flexible. She began to squeeze Cassie tighter against her for comfort as she fretted at the problem, not knowing how she'd get the girl through. An idea suddenly made its way through her delightfully smooth head, the Zerran pausing before nibbling at Cassie's ear a little. The alien next fumbled about awkwardly as she began the task of turning around with girl still in hand. That was simply enough, but getting her large frame through the sharp angle of an entrance back into the vents was...not. She spent the next few minutes using her tail, toes, and mental map of the immediate area to kind of shuffle her rear half into the vents... only to stop to consider what the next part of her idea had been. Oh bother.....