<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/>A curse rose to her lips when he lifted her up against him, the prominent frills on her head flaring a bit though she only hesitated a moment before snaking her strong legs around his hips and lifting her arms to rest on his shoulders.  A low half-trill rolled through her parted lips and she shamelessly rolled her flexible form against his with a teasing smirk.  "Well, I certainly don't want a lover who's going to write me a fucking sonnet and try to woo me with the delicate entreaty to deflower my virtue or some shit."<br/><br/>She hissed at him at the nickname and lifted a hand to draw her fingers over the center of his crest, catching the middle one to tug lightly.  "Watch it Lucy, or I'll leave you to go back to your room alone and shoot sparks."  Her grin widened and she leaned into him- despite her threat - long, dexterous, dark-blue tongue flicking out to lick along the sharp angle of his jaw.  Her heart pounded and she trailed her hand down to press against the nape of his neck, the hard planes of his body sending pulses of heat to her core.