<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/13/ZilkinAvatarMacross2032JPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lt Cmdr Zilkin Kaverosky<br/><strong>Callsign:</strong>Shinden<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Flashback 01 March 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moon Base Aluce Hangar/Officers Mess ----> Zilkin's Quarters<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lt Maxine "Max" Cosinara<br/><hr/><br/>Wonderful.<br/><br/>That was all Zilkin could think as he looked at the woman before him, who now bared herself for him. He remembered the longing stares, of Zilkin looking at his rival and thinking of things other than the matter at hand, of him marveling her physique as they exercised together as part of a squadron effort. Max was no softie, instead she was one of the toughest pilots Zilkin knew in his small social circle, both physically and emotionally, and that was something Zilkin loved especially. Someone to fire up his life, someone to actually be a challenge for him.<br/><br/>He always lost to Max in scenarios like the one they were in right now, but it was something he'd gladly concede.<br/><br/>Most men Zilkin knew would simply grope at the lovely orbs hanging over his neck, but the commander kept his cool, kept his smile as he blinked slowly at Max's words. A hand reached out, gently removing the glasses and placing it on the table near the coffee. The same hand, joined with its partner, touched the smooth, round shoulders of Max as his thumb stroked her skin, Zilkin's warm breath traveling along the curves of Max's bosom.<br/><br/><strong>"Lovely."</strong>He said with a wider smile, hands sliding down her arm, before tracing themselves playfully towards her sideboob. His fingers found the edges of her back next, before sliding lightly along her side, her ribs and stomach, before reaching her waist.<br/><br/><strong>"I think... I have a plan."</strong><br/><br/>With a burst of adrenaline, Zilkin pushed himself up, hands solidly locked on Max's waist as he hoisted the woman up. Zilkin stood, allowing Max to wrap her arms and legs around him as his hands shifted to her buttocks for a better grip. There, his head reached forward, giving Max another kiss, and another, before his shin met the edge of his bed, allowing him to collapse on it, but holding himself up with Max lying on the soft mattress.<br/><br/><strong>"It's time for your checkup, Phade..."</strong><br/><br/>Zilkin slid off the woman, hands sliding down her skin once again as he placed a grip on the flightsuit by her waist. There, he rolled the skintight garment down with a finesse only a man with enough experience could muster. When he reached the point where he exposed Max's crotch, Zilkin traced his hands to her sacred place, spreading her thighs by a bit as he took in a deep breath with his nose nudging against her groin. No words were needed as he continued with his work, eventually relieving the woman of her shoes and flight suit as he now separated her thighs, Max revealed to him in all her glory.<br/><br/>A lick on her glistening petals, and memories of their rare time together flooded Zilkin as he gave a soft sigh, his breath tickling against her before he continued his feast. Zilkin's tongue continued to trace along the middle of Max's petals, sparing a quick flick at the slowly hardening clitoris before continuing with his work. He went on relentlessly, his lips joining the fray as they kissed at her core, savoring in the sweet honey that began to flow from the woman.<br/><br/><em>His</em>woman.