<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/S3DdpL3.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Zira’Veesar vas Jaepal<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Quarian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Weapons Engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Personal quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Just some light unpacking… nothing to see here.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Nito Haon | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>The first time he had stripped her tested Zira’s patience. She had wanted to rip and tear and dispose of her suit as quickly as possible, but like skin, it was designed to keep foreign objects<em>out</em>and the quarian safely tucked within. Over time, careful instruction and practice showed Nito everything he needed to know. Like where the extra clasps were hidden, and how to safely disengage the various tubes and filters without making a tangled mess out of them. While her need to be set free and bare for the drell was still there, nagging and pining for all of his attention, the quarian, at least, was treated to a moment she savored the most.<br/><br/>It was that of Nito’s fingers brushing against bare skin. Smooth and sleek and strong, he was just slightly cool to the touch but encouraged a shiver in its wake. Nerves tingled and her breathing deepened, and for a while Zira allowed herself to close her eyes and delight in the emotions and sensations before Nito spoke up again.<br/><br/>She was grinning now; it was the first thing he’d get to see as she pulled open the face-plate, and set the helmet down on the table just across from the bed.<br/><br/>Then she was reaching for him, first with a gloved hand to guide and direct his mouth to her own lips. The other hand quickly found its way out of her suit, tugging and pulling at the fabric until it began to slide down her frame. Then she switched hands, fingertips dancing across the various ridges and textures of his face so that she could slip free of the suit on the other side. Her hands were inquisitive and seemed to enjoy relearning the sensory stimulations of direct touch, but her lips never forgot how to open and close and express her passion and want of him.<br/><br/>It was insatiable. As soon as skin was laid bare she longed to press it against him. With fumbling motions Zira tugged at his jacket only to trace along his face again, unable to commit to one action without longing for the other. She wanted him naked, but she couldn’t pull away from him. She wanted him closer, but there were still barriers and obstacles that threatened to get in their way. And she warm, flushed hot with lust and her greedy need to full of him completely.<br/>