Tipperary tilts her head, parts her lips as if to speak again, but instead squeaks as you kiss her and pull her into an embrace. She certainly doesn't resist as your hands wander her back and cup her ass, and her own slender arms slip around your neck as she leans into the kiss.  You feel her tongue tease and probe, testing your willingness to allow her that intimacy.<br/><br/>"Not wasting any time," she giggles as she pulls back after a delicious moment, her gaze dipping to your more impressive breasts. "But you are over-dressed, and I suspect you ought attend to the customary duties of formalizing our course with the ship before we proceed."<br/><br/>She pulls away a bit further, clasping her hands behind her back and grinning up at you.<br/><br/>"Once we are in jump, however..."  There is a flash of pink as the tip of her tongue peeks out from between those soft lips. "And you are out of that suit, and we can enjoy a proper bath, then I will be entirely at your disposal for as long as you desire my company."<br/><br/>Somehow, in spite of her understated expressions, she manages to make that sound like the most erotic thing you've ever heard, loaded with naughty promise and sultry hints of carnal delight.