by Auzdein von Himmler
Auz had no idea he had the same effect on his physically and mentally stirring pilot-Barbie that he had on the people in his city, but he would
likely very soon discern
as much from the way she acted, paused, moved around him. There was an attraction there, but he wanted to see precisely what was triggering
it, and torment it until it burst.
The way she playfully eyed him would take him right back to the looks and projections of his people; his city, and he would always
subtly encourage that in her. "Your crotch aint half bad, either,"
she paused, lifting up a sculpted eyebrow that in and of itself was enough to get him hard. "If only there was a hole in your pants, too."
He fought a suddenly growing smile for a moment, and it won this time; his lips moving in and out away from the teeth they concealed, letting their muscles flex and battle to reveal and then hide again his dimples. A few quick, light huffs escaped his nostrils in rapid succession; the laugh of approval and delight in her specific style of retort. His arms and groin were suddenly filled with the energy and aching
to take and **** her. The pistons of his calves started firing one after the other, back and forth for a second or two. What she said was gold
, and just the type of humor he needed to feel good each day, but it would never be enough for him to 'snap' in a good way and roughly **** and dominate her all over her cockpit here. She would have to push the envelope much, much further. She would have to be as aggressive a Spartan woman as the ladies of his homeland, and then
some -enough 'extra' to make up for the fact that she was still an Outlander in his mind (albeit a gifted and gorgeous
one); not to be trusted so far as he could throw a tank
."Had a few things loose down there, but I believe I've got most of it patched up. Last thing we need is a fire in your little baby here."
Another smile, lips still staying closed, won upon the surface of his face. He walked over to take a look at her work, already having his snappy reply well in mind and perched for firing off the tip of his tongue. "I don't like the sound of that... 'loose down there'."
He let her catch the innuendo that implied she had 'roast beef curtains'. Auz eased down to a squatting position by the open panel, and then onto all fours, craning his neck to peer inside. The inspection was more to curb his boredom when not fucking and fighting or sneaking around pulling terrible and hilarious pranks on his new family; he knew whatever Cyd was doing would be a great upgrade for them all, especially after how extensively and exhaustively they had studied and pooled knowledge together during her first month and a half on the team. "I like my ship, and the things on it, to be very, very 'tight'."
The 'fire in your little baby here' made him think of a sexual
fire in her cunny, of course; such was the way of his mind. "I dunno
..." he looked back over to her from his position, rocking back to balance easily on his toes; forearms resting on his quads just over the knees. His eyes glanced down and held their gaze upon her groin once more, and he talked as if speaking directly to it
, rather than to her
; an old trick he enjoyed using to help build energies swirling and erupting through
that chakra; his idea of a 'gift'. "A fire in my little 'baby' down there might be the very first
thing we need." 'We' meant her
The 'last thing Auz wanted' was not to spend the entire night fucking her into an orgasmic, overflowing coma, destroying half of the furniture in her room and tearing her clothes and bed-sheets clean in half, choke slamming her, finger tornadoing her ***** as his thumb circled passionately upon and around her clit, and trapping her within the fleshy boulders of his muscled, flexing arms as he plowed his **** thoroughly into her *** from behind -after every other orifice had been excessively
stimulated and satisfied. A good, hot woman needed good, hot love; penetration, receiving of the male she craved. 'There was no other way.'
The more time he spent with her, the more time he reassessed his holy laws. Were they in need of amendment for this new day and age? -for just this one woman?
He was beginning to think the answer was a resounding and undeniable 'YES.'
Auz flexed his legs, straightening them as he stood back up, and assumed his very kingly posture with his signature casual air mixed into it, sauntering over to where she stood and stopping only an inch from his body pressing flush and snuggly up against her own. Every part of him was within minor leaning distance. Laws about misconduct, harassment, fraternizing, hazing, and sexual advances did not exist on his Firefly. It was a 'black zone'; a ship within a ship, both of which barely 'existed' as far as the rest of the Verse was concerned. And aboard his
personal craft -this Persephone
- the ***
was as hot and wild as the humor and the missions.
One of his sneaker-booted feet tapped hers to slide out of the way, opening up her legs a good foot wider. His hands balled into comfortable fists; his arms bending to place them hovering just around her waist without touching it. His breath was now warm and strong upon her lips. And powerfully predatory eyes full
of intelligence and the know-how of the ages now peered deeply
into her own, only briefly breaking their gaze into hers to study all the blending curves of her face; his lips parting for a wet tongue to slowly lick and re-wet them before they closed again. "When you 'get off'..."
his eyes moved around her lips and cheeks, then to the outer edges of her left eyebrow, tracing it down and in to where his eyes locked on to hers again, "I want you to 'come' to me.."
his emphasis and pauses-for-effect let her mind run with the many suggestive word choices he was enjoying; one of his many forms of spellcraft, "because I have something that only you might be able to swallow."
Auz stepped back away from her, turning off his 'light-switch', and left the cockpit through its singular aft-bulkhead hatch. Now there was
a fire in his 'little baby', and Cyd would have to decide whether to put it out.. or chase her new man down and beautifully burn him with it.
She was wet and he could smell
it. Auz hoped and prayed that their urges would get the best of them. He had been waiting and 'itching' for a good, rough, deep, passionate
, out of control
now... but he could always shrug it off...