<strong>Ansem Hyral : Inside his personal quarters with Kris Fielding</strong><br/><br/>The door slid open after he typed in a universal code into the small console, they parted rapidly as if they knew he did not have the time waste outside in the corridor.<br/><strong>"Maybe in the morning..." </strong><br/>Side stepping inside once the door opened, a hand reached out for hers and tugged her into the privacy of his room. He would have another day to appreciate the larger living space. His free hand moved up towards his neck, knocking up the latches that secured the helmet in place and hindered his mobility. The sound of a high pressured vent resulted in the helmet off and tossed aside onto a small couch in the corner of a room.<br/><br/>Once his head was free, he tipped his face down and stole a kiss from her lips. Both hands wrapped around her body, pushing her against the cool metal walls of the room as he took control of her. The ridged gloves rolled down her respective thighs before they curved around to her ass, giving it a grope before they pulled away and the kiss was broken. A smile crossed his lips, lingers close to her face as he moved his hands towards his chest, unlatching the plates that covered the zipper of the suit. Another peck on her lips as he shifted to peel the tight suit from his body. With the zipper coming down, the suit almost peeled away, giving her the first look of his body beneath, not that the suit had hadn't already done that.