<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/>‘Where’ was such a silly question, although Se’ assumed the temptress simply wished to hear the words out loud from the quarian’s own lips. She was being teased or toyed with, or maybe the asari really was unaware of the sex-appeal she exuded with just her eyes and stern lips. Nearly a thousand years old, and something that was so obvious still evaded her awareness. Se’Faema was a glutton for moments like this, where she was the one able to show the asari what was what and watch her get embarrassed and flushed. Viella D’aix could wipe out entire mercenary squads with just a wave of her biotics, while little Se’Faema vas Jiko could make the woman tremble with a touch of her finger. There was no stronger high than that.<br/><br/>Well… maybe one. It involved lifting her hand first to stroke against that beloved jaw, before moving to the mask at her helmet. Se’ didn’t hesitate, she wasn’t nervous or wary about her decision. The sensation of fresh air washing across her face had the quarian shivering in delight, but the true anticipation came from watching her hand move without the visor between them. The quarian blinked a few times to get used to the adjustment of the lighting and then proceeded to lock her legs more securely around Viella’s waist. The faceplate remained clutched in one hand, and she leaning forward while encouraging Viella to meet her halfway when she rushed to meet her lips.<br/><br/>She was greedy here, too. Touch sent her skin rippling with gooseflesh, hot and cold all at once, and drunk off of the flavor of the woman’s lips. She kissed the asari with no restraint, rolling her tongue past her lips to tangle and tease with hers until it threatened to steal her breath away. She wasn’t quick, she wasn’t timid, she was hungry and ravenous and had every intention of making Viella aware of the effect she still held over her.<br/>