<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian was pleased to find that her recent command experiences had not dulled her playful nature. For as stern as the man was, he adored some spiciness and fire from any woman that grabbed his attention. Allia fulfilled that condition so thoroughly that she had no idea how easy it would be to seduce him some night. He would be the same stubborn bastard he always was on certain evenings, but others? A few witty comebacks and a cocky grin and she would find him more than willing to continue to use her cockpit in very unorthodox ways. Her words were music to his ears, as they implied exactly what he had hoped. While he has tasted her in both ways, both tender and rough, it was the latter that she was after. A good, strong, relieving romp that would give them the perfect exhaust for stress that continued to heap with every passing day. He would accuse himself of taking advantage of the young woman if she didn't want exactly the same thing, for precisely the same reasons. Either way, she did not have to repeat herself.<br/><br/><strong>"You -have- slipped open your suit already... Would be terrible to have that effort go to waste,"</strong> he responded as he felt her warm and nimble frame lean back against him. She was diminutive compared to some in the company, but he had seen her without that pesky leather, cloth and synthetics in the way. She had more than enough muscle on her to make it more than plausible for her to be able to handle the kickback of a shotgun if she needed to. There were few things sexier than that. He wasted no time with warming her to the idea of their bodies joining at the hips. Hands that had been resting upon her sides now slipped along the silhouette of her form to slide beyond the fabric of her unzipped body suit. The tips of his digits quickly found supple flesh, heated by the formerly closed nature of the suit. He caught her scent, both that of her body and of her arousal, which enticed him further.<br/><br/>His hands left her long enough to remove his jacket and shirt, leaving his upper body bare until such a time when his pants proved too uncomfortable to remain. Broad-shouldered and perfectly fit, his rougher frame pressed her to the back of her control chair, his hands pulling the two halves of her suit apart to dangle at her waist. Her ample bust was quick to be attacked, both his hands cupping and molding the lovely, perked mounds. Rough palms paid closed attention to the peaks, wanting to harden them pleasurably. His tiers, in the meantime, continued to gorge themselves on her neck and shoulders, planting firm and passionate pecks along her while she rested herself against him. A single hand did not remain satisfied with her upper body, and quickly decided to descend far lower, slipping beyond the synthetics of her suit to glide effortlessly between her legs.<br/><br/>Homing in on the most seductive of warmth, his palm began to apply a firm, stroking pressure upon her outer folds, hoping to coax her natural lubrication from between them. He wanted her wet and in heated need before he spread her in every position they could muster in the closed confines of that cockpit. A teasing grin would creep up upon his lips as he continued the playful mood.<br/><strong>"I only have one question... Does your chair pivot?"</strong></div>