<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Se'Faema vas Jiko<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>Bio-engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Afternoon<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Bio-engineering lab<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Just like that...<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Viella D'aix | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Yes. That was the sound<em>exactly</em>. The one that filled her dreams and fueled her desire. The one that left Se’Faema fantasizing about the asari she clutched greedily between her thighs and tasted with nothing short of adoration and worship. She was hungry for every moan, every confident stroke of Viella’s hand and to see that beautiful face soften and grow fierce all at once. Se’ never regretted that night they spent together, and even though their paths had split she held on to a hope for a second chance. One that wouldn’t be slightly blurred by the effects of alcohol and a fever that following morning.<br/><br/>Still totally worth it.<br/><br/>She had her taste, but it wasn’t enough and the quarian made no attempt to pull away. She would take every second Viella had to give her, a moment that had Se’Faema wrapping her limbs more snuggly around her hips and shoulders until even that didn’t feel like enough. She was burning hot, not with fever but the insatiable need for more. More skin against skin, a transfer of body heat and explosive pleasure. Relief that no module could ever hope to give.<br/><br/><strong>“My room is your room,”</strong>came her panting voice. Se’ had to tilt her head back in order to get enough oxygen into her brain. The woman was a quivering, knotted ball of urgency but had enough wit and common sense to know that… despite the other races and their ability to adapt and improvise, having sex in a closet really wouldn’t pan out so well for her.<br/><br/>Maybe one day, with enough time, enough ‘practice’, they might be able to alter her biology enough to acclimate to Viella’s. Maybe then a kiss wouldn’t be considered a risk? Maybe…<br/><br/>She took one more deep breath in, one more fleeting brush of her lips across the asari’s features, the curve of her jaw, the bow of her bottom lip, that scar… She already missed them, even as she was pulling back and pressing her forehead against Viella’s she wanted to rebel and say ‘to hell with it’. Instead, she regrettably kissed the tip of Viella’s nose and slid her faceplate back into place.<br/><br/>She administered anti-biotics immediately. There was no flourish or elaborate display to pop up on the screen of her omnitool, but what quarian wanted to display the vulnerability when so many looked down their noses at them for it?<br/><br/>Back in the helmet, back with the recycled air and a barrier that separated them. It was such a contrast that she couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneliness.<br/><br/><br/><strong>“You’re addictive, Viella D’iax.” </strong>Her thumb was back, tracing the curve of those lips she so easily got lost in.<strong>“Maybe, later, I could have a <em>real</em> taste of you.”</strong><br/>