<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>Bottom half of a suit and a smile.<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>Unce unce unce unce unce...<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/>Zira didn’t stop moving backward until her calves hit the edge of the bed. It was a familiar sensation through the last lingering portion of her suit, but she found pleasure in it all the same. That<em>thump</em>meant that they had reached the first destination of the evening, one that allowed her weak-kneed wobbles to rest a while so she might reserve her stamina for more important things. Things like arching her back and running her nails along to smooth scales of Nito’s back. Her excited breathing came out in a needy rasp, amplified as his palm cupped her sensitive breasts and wandered at their leisure.<br/><br/>“You’re so damn<em>patient!</em>” She wasn’t really complaining… it was always like this. Zira would be a glutton for every brush and caress and delight most in the sensation of his weight settling over her. And as soon as she scratched that itch, alleviating the knotted tension that twisted inside her, she did a better job with managing and distributing that lust throughout the rest of their time together.<br/><br/>He was so patient with her, even when she wanted to be reckless. And when his fingers began their bold and possessive strokes across her slit the quarian immediately hooked her fingers under his shirt and began to slide it off of his shoulders.<br/><br/>She wasn’t going to be the only one naked tonight. She craved their skin-to-skin contact, the contrast of hot and cool. Also the way his muscles seemed to ripple and flex in time with her hips and her coos. “Nito,<em>please!</em>”<br/><br/>She hooked her leg over his hip, rolling them over so that the Drell was on his back and she was straddling on top. Zira was quick to release the last strap at her waist, which would make removing her bottom half a breeze. “You were always quite the tease… I’ve been aching for you all day.”<br/>