Tan'yill laid both arms around the still armored Zabrak lady, in a gentle sign of affection toward her guest. Things and recent developments had shaken her life in ways she had not experienced before, not even during her destructive relationship with her first boyfriend Mitch in Coronet. With Tae'l's sudden disappearance in this vast galaxy, leaving her parents clueless if she still even were alive, and Aloy's fighting within the Mandalorian ranks and gradual change it felt to Tan'yill that her wife had forgotten their marriage. Tan'yill desperately needed someone from outside the family, from outside the Mandalorian clans, to talk to. Her resumed work with the
Crimson Devil of Nal Hutta had presented her with an old acquaintance to get to know better, and the lady had showed to fit that someone to talk to. To confess to, and to submit to. Of course, had it not been for Zenva's powerful and manipulating influence, they wouldn't have ended up this close to each other.
Once again, Tan'yill nuzzled her nose into the crimson Zabrak neck, finding an opening in her armor to sniff at and kiss her naked skin. She did so very gently, and with deep passion.
"I'll stay." She murmured softly, her face still hovering over Tan'yill's. "If you cry, I will dry your tears. Once you are calm, I'll hold you until you fall asleep again."
''I'd love that...'' Tan whispered, while letting her hands trail from the Zabrak armored shoulder down to just above her bum.
''This armor... While it's a fine and imposing work of art... I'd like to feel the warmth of your body, holding me...'' she added with the same soft and vulnerable voice.
Serrated teeth flashed in a quick smile before Zenva leaned forward to kiss the Twi-lek again. This time her sharp teeth drug across Tan'yill's bottom lip. ''We will have to get rings made you know?" She teased, smiling as she started to walk backwards. She didn't release her hold on Tan'yill, still pinning the Twi-lek between her fist and hips. "I was thinking Ur-Diamonds, and Electrum bands. What do you think?"
Tan'yill let Zenva nibble and draw at her lips with her serrated teeth, her own breathing becoming laboured again.
''W- why rush things, love...? Can't we just... relax and enjoy this night...? Let it just be... us...? Let the outside world be... all our problems, your business... enemies waiting to be killed...'' Tan'yill insisted, slightly flattered by the powerful crime lord making her own confessions that she wanted to share rings with her.
''Bring the bottle... leave the glasses...'' Tan said softly, pulling the Zabrak towards the captain's quarters.
