<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>Wub dub<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/>It was taking great, measured lengths of her self-control not to get overwhelmed; Se’Faema contemplated pulling off the face-place of her helmet in what she imagined would be considered a sly and romantic gesture. Then, she would steal a kiss, say something dashing and charming, before the faceplate was sliding back into place. Maybe she’d wink? Finger-guns didn’t seem appropriate, especially since her hands were occupied with clutching the asari she couldn’t yet muster the courage to break away from. The last thing Se’ wanted was to have Viella D’aix fade away like a mirage, or a waking dream. She spent enough restless nights yearning and aching for another taste, she wasn’t ready for it to be over so soon.<br/><br/>She didn’t pull away completely, but she pulled away just enough. More as proof for herself that she was capable of doing it, Now that the first jolting rush of pleasurable disbelief was fading, she remembered that fawning and gushing could only be<em>so</em>endearing. Se’Faema had an image to uphold! She had her pride to consider!<br/><br/>How was it possible for this asari to been even more attractive than she remembered? Se’ lifted her hand, briefly, tracing her thumb over the scar on Viella’s lip. She hadn’t forgotten the way it felt pressed against her own mouth. It was part of what she had missed so much.<br/><br/>Then the hand was dropping, an internal punishment for forgetting herself again.<strong>“You’ll do no such thing. The only tongue lashing I want coming from you is when I’ve hooked the back of my knees over your shoulders.”</strong><em>Cool it, Se’Faema!</em><strong>“If everyone thought you were mad at me I’m pretty certain it would get my bottom lip quivering.”</strong>Then how would she explain away possibly stealing away into Viella’s room one evening?<br/><br/>She needed to tone it down and hold herself back. She could be happy with just spending time with the asari, with no obligations or expectations. They both had important jobs to do, tasks, and responsibilities. Important things that others would depend on.<br/><br/>Still… it was good to feel her again, even on the other side of this suit.