This Time There's Plot

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

“Promises?”

Kiran said as he controlled the reflex that would have seen Laguz with a hard elbow to the face.

“I remember making no promises. Maybe some suggestions...an innuendo or two, but no promises that I can recall.”

He lowered his rifle, but from the way his body adjusted within her grip, his muscles easing their tension and his arms falling to his side, it was clear he did not mind her advancement. That fact became more clear when the unnoticeable trace of pheromones began to float within the air, a heady concoction of drunken euphoria.

Kiran looked at his chrono, as if checking the time.

“But I suppose...since we finished early.”

His rifle would drop to the floor in a heavy clatter, his body would move like liquid in her grasp, spinning before she could clutch and hold to him. Kiran turned on a dime, pressed against Laguz and lifted her up and against the wall behind her.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Her lilting voice trickled into a smooth chuckle, the rich tones of chocolate and stimcaf rolling over her tongue as she felt him relax in her embrace. The shifter remained heedless of the sliver plums of smoke weaving through the air as her fingers drifted lazily along the edge of Kiran's breastplate, searching for the clasps to get him rid of the armor.

Before she could do more than slide a thumb behind the mechanism, however, the agile man turned in her embrace, swift and slippery as an eel — though his skin lacked the scales, thankfully — and then it was he who was doing the embracing, with one minor change; a wall.

Laguz flashed him a coy smile even as a soft mewl escaped her parted lips at the powerful gesture, and the woman propped herself up on his massive shoulders, grasping a fistful of hair with her right hand even as her left went to caress the rough skin of his cheek. A thumb ghosted across the curve of his lips, barely more than a whisper of a touch as her emerald eyes stared down at him, glittering with the possibilities.

First things first, however.

"Kiran, darling," Laguz cocked her head to the side, biting her lower lip in amusement. "Is that your sidearm or are you just happy to see me?" Smirk or not, the blaster going off during the heated session promised by his zeltron blood would be quite the mood-ruiner.


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He raised an eyebrow, pressing her against the wall with both his upper body and arms.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and one arm gently slipped away from his hold on her, grasping the belt clasp around his waist and tearing it off. A loud clatter could be heard as his belt hit the floor, Blaster, grenades, and spare power packs fell onto the ground.

His hand then moved from his waist to between her thighs.

The Zeltron grasped onto flesh there, then slowly moved his palm up, holding her in place so she was practically perched upon him. His strong upper body pressed her against the wall, the heady cocktail of pheromones floating within the air, biting into the nose and slowly encapsulating the mind. He smiled, then spoke, his voice filled with anticipation.

“When I'm happy Miss Vald, you wont have to ask the question.”

 

[Laguz Vald]

Her grip on his luscious hair tightened as he pressed higher, harder and the shifter leaned closer to his angled face, forcing him to look at her with a pull at the dark strands in her fist. Oh, she would widen that grin of his, turn it into a breathless flash of teeth as she dragged him further and deeper.

Her red lips curled into a lewd smile at the clatter of gear against the metal floor, at the shift of coiled muscle beneath her weight when the mercenary hoisted her higher. Her hand left his cheek, a lingering caress and then the woman reached downwards between their bodies to divest the man of his pesky armor. There was a time for high-quality protection, and there was a time when that same protection only served to annoy its wearer.

One eyebrow arched in annoyance just before the clasp finally came undone, and her sleek fingers slid underneath the breastplate to press against a patch of bare skin. Treasure trail.

"No need to be so formal, Kiran," the shifter nearly purred into his ear before she took the earlobe in her mouth, toying with the flesh between her teeth like a coy predator.


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He let out a small breathless gasp into her own ear as she bit down softly.

His hand immediately seized, grasping the flesh that it held and his thumb increasing its steady pressure, twirling slightly in a small circle. His other hand slid across her chest, her weight being maintained on his one hand.

Unlike her, he was not gentle in his removal of the armor clasps. With simple tearing motions he removed the metallic buckles, one tore at its seam, another broke halfway through, forced open by a rough hand. He tore the clasps open, then ripped the armor away with no sensitivity about his means. He grinned, then kissed her cheek, sliding down her face, causing her to pull at his ear until it left her mouth.

“Are you sure Laguz?”

Rough stubble scratched at her skin.

“You don't prefer Mistress Vald?”

His free hand grasped at her, his lips parting against her neck.

 

[Laguz Vald]

The shifter echoed both his hitched breath and his movements, albeit in a much less aggressive way. Instead of tearing at his clothes like a rabid dog — or a man mad with passion, as the case may be — Laguz unclasped the armor from his body with her dexterous fingers, exploiting her partner's distractedness to morph her flesh a bit. Not much, just enough to make stripping him that much easier.

With both their breastplates off, the two would have been easy prey for the worst of shots, had any of the pirates survived their culling. The two were professionals, however, and not one soul was left on the station; Laguz, being a redhead, was obviously lacking one, and Kiran must have sold his to the Netherworld in exchange for those rugged good looks.

The woman bit down on her bottom lip even as the zeltron left his first mark upon the skin of her neck, teeth scraping smooth flesh with a delicious edge. It sent shivers down her spine, and Laguz arched deeper into his touch, her grip on his hair tightening as she held him fast against her throat.

"Shh, Kiran," she reprimanded softly, squeezing her legs around his waist. "Put your tongue to better use."


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He grinned against her neck, biting down harder and letting her body stir and press against him.

His hand shifted on her, his thumb pressing and rotating, then suddenly lifting once again. The other hand pressed into her curves, kneading for half a second before sliding around back and securing her in his grasp. The Zeltron pulled her up and away from the wall, letting her settle on his palm for half a lingering second before turning and laying her down on one of the half overturned tables that now sat within the room.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

It was the last words he said to her as he pulled away from the grasp she had upon his hair.

His hands slid down her body, rough palms caressing oddly soft skin, they pulled off the last of the armor, sailing south until tips of fingers hooked within the top of her pants. For a second the rough stubble on his face would scratch at her stomach, his lips planting just below her naval. He lingered there for a moment as his hands pulled her free of all encumbrances.

Then he put his tongue to better use.

 

[Laguz Vald]

The curve of her back would perhaps look almost unnatural to the outside observer, but there were none left in a hundred mile radius, so Laguz wasn't particularly concerned. And even if someone were watching, the woman was presently far too focused on other things to bother with such pesky details as spine kyphoses and lordoses. Her partner sure didn't seem like he minded — or noticed — for that matter, and the shifter was already too lost in the heady cocktail of pheromones and Kiran's physical ministrations to care.

She bit down on her bottom lip with a blissful grin, arching into the man even as he complied with her request. Ah, Alric Kuhn sure knew how to pick his employees.

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"You karked up my armor, Kiran," the woman remarked with bemusement in her voice when they finally got off of that table — after Force knows how many hours —and started collecting their discarded clothes. Her frown deepened when she discovered that it wasn't just the breastplate that was in shambles, her shirt was useless too.

"Ugh. Did mamma never teach you manners?" the sniper lamented as she snatched the mercenary's shirt instead, pulling it over her head before the man could protest.


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

“No.”

Kiran said as he simply picked up the jacket like armor from the floor. He slid it on, the odd metallic inside feeling cool against his chest, the strange sensation of it rubbing and biting at slight claw marks that slanted across his back.

“I'm afraid they didn't cover that at the orphanage.”

The Zeltron came up behind Laguz as she slowly slipped into his shirt. His hands grasped her sides, then floated upwards to knead curved flesh as he pulled her against him.

He leaned down, his stubble caressing the skin behind her ear.

“I'll have to work on that for next time.”

 

[Laguz Vald]

Her grin faltered for a second, but only for a second, and then it was back along with his strong arms around her curvaceous form, slinking underneath the loose fabric of the shirt with those brazen fingers. Her green eyes fluttered closed for a few moments as she leaned her head back on his shoulder, stifling a low moan by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

"Next time?" her breath hitched as he worked his magic underneath the thin fabric, and she sneaked her hand back into his ruffled hair. Like a good puppy, the zeltron liked it, and liked it a lot, when she played with it; surely an important piece of information if there was ever to be a next time.

"Perhaps, Kiran," she let out a peal of laughter, rich, like pearls spilling over glass. "When Mr. Kuhn needs me again, he knows how to find me." She tugged him closer by the collar of his jacket and planted a rather chaste kiss on his lips, peeking her tongue out to caress a bite she'd inflicted earlier.

"What do you say to some more pleasure instead of work?" the woman inquired as she extracted herself from his embrace, picking up the rest of her gear with an admirable swiftness. Were she not a shi'ido, the woman might have had some trouble walking, but that was just one more perk to her species.

"Beer? Or do you prefer… stronger beverages?"


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

He grinned.

A drink?

Kiran could do for a drink. Of course he had things to do, mission reports, training, the types of things the Commander of the Sons of Titan was supposed to be doing. Yet as his eyes sailed over Laguz, taking in the curving hints of her form he couldn't help but agree.

“I do enjoy things on the stronger side.”

His voice was that same even tone.

“Though, only if they come in the right container.”

The Zeltron didn't further elaborate. Instead he followed after Laguz, swooping up his belt from where it had been dropped. He clipped the bit of leather into place, his blaster hanging low on his thigh, the rest of his equipment still in place.

Last, he picked up his blaster rifle, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Ever been to Zeltros?”

 

[Laguz Vald]

Pliant, blood-flushed lips stretched into a genuine smile at his deadpan comment, and the woman shook her wild red curls out from behind the loose collar of the shirt that didn't quite fit her. It was a problem that could be easily remedied were she without company, but Kiran would surely notice the change if Laguz suddenly fit into his clothes. Oh, bother.

There was no denying that he was fun to work with, and though the sniper preferred to solo most of her contracts, having someone to tag along for the ride wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Especially when they were as competent as the zeltron, in all the ways that matter.

The shi'ido easily found her way through the vacant station and back to the door they'd first used to enter. "Can't say I have," the shifter lied through her teeth, that wide smile still stretching her lips as she stepped out onto the grass. The night was thinning on the horizon, giving way to the first hints of gray and yellow.

"Are you offering a tour, Kiran?"


[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Laguz Vald"]

Kiran took in a deep breath, allowing the cool night air to seep into his lungs.

He smiled slightly, looking over to the shifter. His steps were light, tracing the exact same that that she had taken. His arms wrapped around her once again, his hand snaking up her body and wrapping around her neck.

The Zeltron pushed her head to the side, revealing the bright purple bruises that sat across her skin.

His lips pressed against it once, then twice, a hot breath following it.

“Only if you promise to wear something...less encumbering.”

The Zeltron could take a day or two off. Alric wouldn't mind...probably. Even the Commander of the Sons of Titan needed some rest and relaxation, besides, he liked Laguz, and the more he learned about her the better he could work with her.