<strong>Ansem Hyral : Inside his personal quarters with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/>After she had taken it upon herself to strip him, his body reacted to each soft kiss against his skin. His pec contracted unintentionally as she ran over it softy, the spot she kissed being what he felt was the most important symbol etched upon his body. With every inch of his bare skin being exposed and the combination of the caresses, resulted in goose flesh over some of the areas she kissed. His legs spread apart, shifting his weight until the suit laid neatly on the floor in one large pile beside them. Nude before her, he smiled down as she came back up to grab her arms and lift them over her head. He had her trapped between the wall, no suit blocking the his swelling manhood against the crotch of the short skirt. The slight contact of skin between them teasing him when he felt himself pressed against one of her thighs.<br/><strong>"My Turn..."</strong><br/><br/>His hips were forced to pull away, his body bending until his mouth nuzzled into her bust. Wiggling and moving his head as if he meant to simply cradle into her body. Closing his mouth over one of the buttons, he began to tug at her shirt back and forth until it popped free and spread slightly. Both eyes looked up at hers with a playful stare, his face moving lower until the next button was tugged and popped free with the movement of his jaw.<br/><br/>With the uniform shirt and jacket spread to reveal her chest, cradled by the lacy bra underneath, he buried his face into her chest and kissed at the soft mounds. His hands fumbled and shifted, using only one to pin hers above her head. The free hand slowly tugged at the uniform, revealing more skin, knowing the uniform could not come off to her arms were freed.<br/><br/>Sliding the wandering hand up her back, he made short work of the clasp, his mouth working in conjunction as it tugged at the strait of cloth between the cups upwards to reveal the nipples underneath. He Stood fully once more, pressing his bare chest against hers. The last few minutes had  increased his pulse and breathing  that earlier that day in combat. Locking his lips against hers, he gradually allowed her hands to lower and let uniform slide of her curves, joining his suit on the floor.