Aza was also accomplished with females who thought themselves to be sexually arrow-straight, and intimately familiar with demonstrating to many of them just how incorrect that notion could be. The fox didn't have much of a gender preference herself; there was really no replicating a few male traits, but girls smelled better and were uniformly more considerate kissers, too. Really, having one of each gender at once made for the most pleasurable, all-around affair. Too bad both the ship's other occupants were currently inconvenienced.<br/><br/>Methuseld seemed to submit all too readily to Aza's endeavors, drawing a triumphant little sound from the foxgirl's throat as their kiss lengthened. Soon, though, the doublet had to come off, and whatever undershirt and probably under-undershirt that existed beneath because some overly complicated bit of armor required it. Sitting back over the blonde's thighs, the fox pulled her up from the pillows to drag all the fabric over her head and toss it carelessly off the edge of the bed. With Aza straddling the taller general's lap, the two were just about nose-to-nose. She plunged her fingers into the Methuseld's hair above her braid, drawing the other woman's head back, while her other hand followed the graceful line of Methuseld's neck and collarbone, then down again to the soft shape of one exposed breast.<br/><br/>As she was fondling that yielding flesh, nibbling and licking at Methuseld's throat and neck, Aza gradually became aware of another... presence. Another shadowy one. Maybe it was her own temporary shadowishness that recognized him, her silver-blue gaze flicking suspiciously around the bedchamber without lifting her mouth from Methuseld. It would be to the surprise of no one that Dean liked to watch.<em>Enjoy the view, prick</em>, Aza thought with another small growl, and wetly swept her pink tongue across the blonde's rosy nipple, hoping to elicit another, louder moan. She slowly edged back over Methused's knees and then nudged herself between them, her black-lacquered fingertips walking down the other's finely muscled abdomen, her teeny fangs glinting in the torchlight as she looked up to Methuseld's face. "Orders, do you ssstill wish to give?" she inquired,<em>ever </em>so sweetly, already searching out the next set of buckles or laces or whatever other annoyance that was preventing the blonde's long legs from being naked when they wrapped around her. "Tell me, that I might make you sssscream..."