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Her fingers, still sliding down his stomach, stutter for a moment. Then on one fluid movement, she pulls his shirt up, letting him take care of getting his arms out of it himself.

He wriggles cooperatively and then pulls her closer to enjoy the skin-to-skin heat, kissing her again as he does. He doesn't quite know what to do with himself on the little bed and settles for sitting beside her for now, cupping the tattooed breast gently on one big hand and sliding his fingernails down her spine. A little sharper than usual, like his teeth, but he's being so careful it can't matter much.

She lets out a small sound that's half-sigh, half-moan. It really hadn't been that long for her - just a few months - but so much happens on the Barge that it seems like it's been longer.

"You're good at this." Her fingers stray towards the hem of his pants.

"Oh, good, I was hoping." While deeper and breathier than usual, he has the same precise, persnickety diction he always does. He'd be biting a lot more if this were anyone at home, and he can't resist a bit of a nibble, tipping his head and nipping softly below her ear and then teasing his way lower with his tongue to bite at her collarbone. He squeezes lightly and swirls a finger around her nipple and slides the other hand down her back to her waistband.

Tiffany tilts her hips up, making it easier to slide her pants down (and here is where she wishes she'd worn the lacy black underpants that match the bra, but when she'd gotten dressed that morning she hadn't imagined that it would matter). She fumbles with the front of his pants, searching for a clasp to undo - probably not a zipper, she thinks, but maybe a tie of some sort.

It's a leather tie, though he's accidentally not cooperating, too intent on getting her undressed without leaving off any teasing to move very conveniently. He's mouthy even if he can't use his teeth, kissing wetly down to her breast as his hands are busy getting her out of her pants. "You're lovely," he says against her skin, suspecting she might want to hear it.

She absolutely wants to hear it, and it makes her grin and wiggle in pleasure. "You, too. You're like..." Way out of my league, she thinks, but if he doesn't know it she doesn't want to be the one to tell him. "Really sexy. Damn sexy."

He rumbles again, a bit louder. He might have been fishing for a compliment of his own. He sucks her nipple for a moment, then leaves off with a teasing lick to kiss determinedly down her stomach.

That puts his lower half out of her reach, but she lets it go for now. He'd given her the impression that he was basically human-shaped, and she believes him - but he is an alien, and she can't help but feel a twinge of worry that she'll pull down his pants and find something completely unexpected. Taking it just a little more slowly than usual is all right with her.

She knots her fingers back into his hair, and gets to work shimmying out of her underpants.

He's having too much fun to really think about it. She's roughly what he expected, and he does pause just to admire for a few seconds, flashing her a bright, fangy smile before biting her hip almost hard enough for it to count as a nip. Still erring on the side of careful.

"It feels good when you do that," she giggles, sounding surprised - she wouldn't have thought biting would be something that she'd enjoy, and if it were any harder she probably wouldn't, but his light nips are just right. "Just not too hard. Just-- mm. Like that."

Chime growls openly this time, grinning, and does it again. "If I was home, that's how I'd ask you to bed," he explains, because of course this is the time for being pedantic. "Well, higher up. At this point there's not a lot of asking." He hooks one hand around her knee to lift her leg up a bit and runs his tongue over the line of her hipbone to her thigh.

She'd been planning to pull him back up to her - but wow, that's really distracting. She groans, and finally kicks off her underpants, letting them fall to the floor next to her shirt and pants. Her bra is... somewhere. She doesn't really care where right now. "You're still wearing way too much right now. I'm just saying."

He's quite enjoying where he is right now, but her wish is his command. He gets his pants untied one-handed while he slowly, teasingly kisses his way to her inner thigh. It's an awkward bit of wriggling to get out of them without letting go. There's nothing off about his anatomy, though he is... proportionate.

By this point, she's really curious, and can't help but ducking her head down to get a look. Luckily, she's relieved by what she sees.

"Yeah, you know, you and human guys ain't different at all. And you're bigger than most of 'em - that's a good thing. I don't know if your people brag about that stuff, but humans do. A lot." He'll take time out of what they're doing to admire lace and ask how tattoos work; she'll do it to spout off facts about how human men view their penises. The dorkery is equal here.

"Good, then? I was a little... you're so small." Not that they have to do anything particularly acrobatic, but he'd hate to hurt her. Which is part of why he's aiming for something he's pretty sure everyone enjoys, kissing his way up her inner thigh and pausing to send her a questioning look.

"But you ain't too big. You're..." Then she realizes where he is, and what he's implicitly asking. "Yeah, you can do it." Guys who are willing to eat girls out are the best guys, in her mind.

Oh, good. He looks sheepishly relieved for a moment and then goes ahead, eagerly sliding his tongue between her legs.

Her eyes close again and her head hits the pillow, legs stretching out and fingers searching for his head. She can't quite reach far enough to curl her fingers into his hair the way she wants to - her fingertips just barely graze his scalp.

"Okay, keep-- keep doing that." And that's about all she can manage to say right now.

Good reaction. Unwilling to stop to answer, he goes ahead and rumbles again, adding a little vibration as he licks and teases. He grips her hips in both hands and tips her up a little for a better angle.

"Oh, Jesus--" He is good at this, and she makes sure to let him know vocally. She lets out moan after breathy moan, bending her legs so she can scoot a little closer and grab onto his hair - not pulling, just lightly holding on.

He wouldn't have minded if she did pull. Rough is sort of the default lately (Moon has odd habits and spends most of his time tussling with a powerful young queen). But this is good, too, and the payoff of knowing how much he's pleasing the lady is turning him on. Making good use of his talented tongue, he moans back a little from the sheer fun of it.

It feels amazing - even more so with that moan - but suddenly she wants him up with her. "C'mere." She gives him a light tug.

"Yes'm," he murmurs, looking a little disappointed as he pushes himself back up to his knees. He looks down at her with a self-satisfied smirk, though. "You're even prettier when you blush." It's so vivid on skin that pale.

Tiffany smiles, and kisses him lightly on the lips. Then she shifts under him, positioning herself for him to enter her.

"Fuck, you're good at that, though. I'm gonna remember that for when we get back to the Barge."

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