<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/tD3hg7M/starfire1.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Koriand’r</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14848548#msg14848548)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 – Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia – ‘Lux’ carpark<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tamaranean spacesuit (as pictured) paired with thigh-high, predominantly purple explorer boots (https://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_medium/11121/111217258/6672662-starfire_by_mystic_oracle_dazegt6-pre.jpg).<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Lucifer<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>---<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Kori’s Spaceship (https://weburbanist.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/ferrari-spaceship-2.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For Koriand’r, the true beauty of the ‘language assimilation’ process, was that it was always a very different experience. Even though the majority of species within the Vega System were aware of the unique way in which Tamaraneans where able to instantly ‘learn’ a language, that did not mean to say that they always<em>expected</em>or even ‘welcomed’ such methods. Different species viewed the invasion of personal space in different ways, and she could not always predict how her chosen target would react to the assimilation. Teeth, claws, tongues and tentacles…either or all at once, were just a handful of the factors she might encounter once she initiated the transfer, and she was even loathed to admit that<em>sometimes</em>, the reality of the experience didn’t live up to her expectations. Unfortunately, she occasionally tasted bitter disappointment rather than the sweet or sour thrill of spontaneity and mutual enjoyment.<br/><br/>In terms of her first<em>Human</em>, she was aware of the spike of weariness prickling the air between them, but it was a familiar tension, which always added a pinch of flavour to the main event. The type of flavour, however, would depend upon his follow-up reactions, although the anticipation of<em>not</em>knowing the outcome, was all the more reason to find out. Essentially, Koriand’r was far too impulsive to read the signs beyond the fact that he wasn’t making any effort to move away or outright prevent her from sealing the deal. Then again, she moved too quickly to intentionally derive him of the opportunity to resist. Why? Because<em>surprise</em>! …. Oh, blessed X’Hal, she hadn’t tasted<em>that</em>in a while. It was a fleeting reaction though, and it was almost transferred across to her in return, the moment that she felt him leaning in, accepting her and opening himself to her explorations. Thank the stars, it wasn’t just<em>her</em>enjoying a very one-sided kiss. No, she enjoyed it all the more, because<em>he</em>didn’t hesitate long before making the effort to taste her in return. Her body sang, silently rejoicing to the sensation not only of hands resting on the narrow dip of her waist, but also the unexpected slither of a warm tongue against her upper lip. That was just the start though, of what this Human was truly capable of.<br/><br/><em>Ah!</em>This Human knew how to kiss! One might be amazed how many times Koriand’r had assimilated, only to learn the hard and awkward way that lips did not always dance with hers the way that she hoped they would. There was always the risk of being utterly ravaged by an over-enthusiastic<em>slobberer</em>, but she’d rather that than dull unresponsiveness. For a brief moment, her heart leapt to the prospect of being overpowered – or an attempt, at least – as the Human stood steadfast against her excitement and dared to pull her in even closer. But what<em>really</em>had her desperately breathing in rays of light to keep her lungs filled - she didn't<em>need</em>oxygen, after all - was the challenge of their parting, where<em>he</em>got the final say. Now<em>that</em>was… thrillingly unexpected. It was also a<em>very</em>satisfactory assimilation! And as far as ‘kisses’ went, well... this Human did not disappoint.<br/><br/>Indeed, the brightening of her eyes had already determined that she quite liked kissing this Human, just like she also didn’t mind that he likewise had no intention of stepping away from her yet. The constant absorption of sunlight was making quick work of warming up her natural body temperature, which always cooled slightly in the empty vacuum of endless space. The heat pooling between the non-existent space between their bodies though, provided a different kind of energy, which she’d also been deprived of in the solitude of her ship. The comforting, physical connection was welcome therefore, even though she was unaccustomed to the texture of<em>so</em>much clothing against her skin. Why was he covered, head to toe almost? She vaguely pondered to herself as she felt the slightly coarse material graze against her stomach. Was he ashamed of his body? Was he allergic to light? Was he fragile!?<br/><br/>Koriand’r would no doubt find time to ponder upon his clothing – or more than likely, ask him outright about it – much later. For now, she was far more intrigued by the laughter she’d somehow managed to pull from him. Lips still parted as if caught mid-speech, she blinked at him, confused. Was it something she’d said? Had she somehow used the wrong word, or phrasing, or structure? The second tongue was such a strange and visceral language, and it felt very alien on her tongue. She didn’t sense any harm in his amusement though, and it seemed that he was equally still very contented by the close proximity of her body crushed against his. She was already smiling at how easily comfortable he was in her company, and that smile widened as his appreciation of her abilities culminated in a desire to emulate them himself. Not the first time she’d heard something like that, and no doubt it wouldn’t be the last. Many species were envious of the Tamaranean ability to assimilate, which gave them the potential to be key diplomats and communicators within the Vega System, and beyond. She laughed his expression aside though, breathing a gentle chuckle underneath his more devious sound. He was right, her language transfer did allow for a great deal of fun. Given his reaction to it though, she presumed he would not be angry if she told him that the kiss wasn't entirely unnecessary…<br/><br/><em>Six thousand languages!?</em>That revelation was startling enough to lift her brows under wide, truly astonished eyes. How could a single planet have so many dialects!? Her jaw dropped a little more, as he warned her not to use the second tongue she’d learnt.<em>But why?</em>His explanation was incomplete, but at the same time, she was still amazed by the ‘six thousand’ part. However, that amazement was soon distracted by the slide of his hands to the far more prominent swell of her exposed hips, where the warmth of his touch alone encouraged the playful curving of her pout. So, did he mean… he spoke<em>all</em>six<em>thousand</em>languages of Earth?<em>Incredible!</em>The Human brain must be very competent and powerful then, she gathered, making a little mental note to add to her report later.<em>Much</em>later, because this Human was also being<em>very</em>playful in return!<br/><br/><strong>“Ah! How can you speak <em>all</em> six thousand Earth tongues?”</strong>She didn’t really need to feign surprise anymore, but she did exaggerate, as her gaze slowly and very purposefully lowered back down to his lips.<strong>“That would be many – ”</strong>It seemed, for a moment, that she was leaning in for round two.<strong>“<em>Many</em> -”</strong>The tip of her nose lightly dusted against his, as she canted her head to the side slightly.<strong>"Of these..."</strong>What had he called it, specifically? Ah, yes. To highlight her point, she lifted a hand to lightly press her fingertips against his temple.<strong>“<em>Touch... transfers</em>.”</strong><br/><br/>Not kisses, but she<em>did</em>pucker up to plant a very quick, very playful little kiss against his top lip, before<em>finally</em>taking a step back.  Far enough to create a slither of distance, but not far enough to guarantee breaking the contact of his hands on her hips. No, she was enjoying that far too much.<strong>“It is not a skill that can be learnt,”</strong>she answered his earlier question.<strong>“It is a part of who we are. What we are born with. Just as you Humans are born with… uhm…”</strong>Genuinely drawing a blank, her brief frown soon relaxed with a carefree little giggle.<strong>“I will look forward to discovering what you are born with.”</strong><br/><br/>Suddenly, it struck her that he’d mentioned an ‘arrangement’, and naturally, Koriand’r had already come prepared for such diplomatic endeavours. Without warning, her excited spontaneity took over, as she suddenly turned back towards her ship. The twisting manoeuvre of her body purposefully optimised the contact of his hands moving around her hips and stomach, until she burst into flight, leaving the Human clutching at a trail of blazing energy in her wake. As interesting as the Human was, she had a reason to return to her ship; sinking through the doorway in a matter of seconds, and returning within a handful of breaths later. This time though, as she gracefully landed in front of the Human, it was clear that she was holding a potted plant, although not any species of flora that currently inhabited the Earth.<br/><br/><strong>“This, is X’Hal’s Joy.”</strong>She explained, presenting the bright, predominantly orange planet which was flowering with a large and bright, singular yellow flower, becoming pure white towards the middle. The petals practically glowed with an exotic luminescence, as though an unknown energy surged through the sparkling veins. Perhaps the flower had captured sunlight itself? It would be warm to touch, after all, and radiated with an inviting heat.<strong>“I will trade you for access to your planet’s information infrastructure device systems.”</strong>For once, she wasn’t sure of the appropriate word there, so she tested the relevant vocabulary. One of them had to be correct, surely!<br/>