<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Odrinne Keas<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Adept Freelancer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Hold<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Training<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Dark, deep eyes widened and she felt her frills twitch, flare, and even give a telling shiver, her attempts to somehow writhe free of his hold stilling as her reasoned mind over-rode the pure animal instinct.  It was always so hard to gauge whether the frustrating turian was being serious or not, and it didn't help that his finger was drawing her attention to the mouth he was 'threatening' her with.  Her blood was up, that was all.  Fighting always got her like that, and while they'd just been playing about, it still counted.  Right?<br/><br/>"Luus..."  She bristled at the softness in her voice, the near-moan that she could hear threading through his name.  Goddamn him.  Swallowing, she tried to clench her lean thighs discretely against an ache, his words sending images tumbling through her mind and making it difficult to concentrate on being annoyed at him.  "You'll fucking drop me, bird brain.  Have you ever given one of my race a 'tongue-lashing' before?  The last human to do it spent over two hours marveling at the color of the lights in the ceiling of his bunk.  Luckily, he remained plenty conscious and hard enough to still be of<em>some</em>use."<br/><br/>Her lips twitched into a faint smirk, brows arching and her chin jerking up with a return of some of her stubbornness.  "Besides, are you planning to do it right here where anyone can walk in and see us?"  Her eyes flicked to the entrances that led into the cargo hold, another of those subtle quivers running through her frills as she realized that actually wasn't as much of a problem for her as it should have been.