by Auzdein von Himmler
Auz did not consider himself a 'bad-***', unlike -probably- many of the other sailors and Marines aboard the newly docked carrier; he had merely had fortune, favor, The Fates, and a fair bit of intelligence on his side. He had merely learned how to let go and free-fall through and away from worries and fears (having been forced to), not to mention how to terminate any form, whether someone thought it alive and with-soul or not. This had made some see him as a hero or a tough, leader figure, but he had always cautioned them against this, offering his opinion and advice to never idolize anyone, and to always and only look for one's own truth, draw one's own conclusions, do one's own research, and, ultimately, only love and idolize one's self -just not in an annoyingly boastful way. So, while on the surface he might seem dark, macho, and apathetic, inside he was a well of wisdom, humbleness, and deep emotions all working intricately with one another and none controlling him, but rather the other way around; he controlled them and his body without limiting or chastising either.
The steely look he gave people was just to make sure only the confident and candid made it through his social firewall. Being a Marine was the only religion, save his own custom one, that he knew and catered to, so none dared pass or cross him without also being a member of that faith -even if they weren't a member of his Corps. Ironically enough, most Marines-on-paper never made it close to passing through that wall. Those who did were often from far different organizations and walks of life; many of them not even military at all. Auz was very picky, and comfortable with, as well as fiercely proud of that fact.
When the woman slid that slender thigh off the seat, he couldn't help it. It was gorgeous. It was exactly the form that his soul had to have in a woman's thigh. He could picture and feel his hands closing around it from both sides, sliding together up and down its complete length to arouse them both, and finally, after deeply kneading and massaging it, making their way to some place even sweeter. He let her see his eyes locking onto it, tracing it, and drinking up the sight of its every curve, shadow, and suspected feel. Then he let his eyes move debonairly back up to hers, speaking to the woman without words: 'I will receive you, I lust for your form, but if you try to use it like a bargaining chip, I will walk.. and forget this moment ever had occurred.' He felt the anticipatory energy wash down from base to tip through his ****, but its flesh stirred not, and he merely embraced it as an offering from the gods.
"You could say it's more than a knack." He chewed his tongue a few times, letting a Grinch of a grin spread his lips and form a dashing dimple on one cheek. 'Cocky little ****-****, aren't you?' he thought, laughing inwardly and enjoying her opening much. Auz would revel in ripping her story apart and pushing her past even the limits of the aces if she really hoped to back up those daring words. He, too, had something 'more than a knack' when it came to 'the wheel'; of carriage or bird. Anyone that took up the role of braggart in the same was held immediately and unflinchingly to his test -if they weren't utterly dismissed for blatant lying.
"And you are right, I'm currently grounded and in need of a job."
His lips parted and air audibly left his nostrils in a quiet whoosh. A joke had quickly formed in his head.
"So, I'll bite," she smirked, a gradual slither of smile pulled at the small dimples at the corners of her mouth.
Auz let her watch him loving and studying those lips and dimples intently. His eyes moved back up to hers. They exuded and radiated power beyond even the fabled angels of lore. There was something explosive and truly alien about this man, but not necessarily in a 'bad' or hostile way. Auz took a breath, weighing her every word, note, and muscle shift as easily as that breath entered and left him.
"You don't happen to know of someone who needs their 'stick' piloted?"
His left brow involuntarily flickered up in a raise before slowly settling back down; the energy that had triggered it now moving to spread his lips and cause his mandible to gently play with and chew on his tongue. He could almost feel himself taking her, entering her, tasting her even before his lips sealed upon her and hot tongue pressed feverishly to matching, nymphetamine flesh.
"It is a shame your parents grounded you." he let a cheeky smile slowly form, then pass; his eyes moving momentarily out over the other patrons and passersby before returning to her. He left it up to her to detect or decide whether it was a sly compliment regarding her youthful appearance, ..or a condescending pass at her mental level, inability to keep a steady job, and possible current residence in the attic of a blood relative. Maybe it was both; he was, after all, a dirty Jar-head.
Auz tilted his head back with steadily jutting chin as his body shifted to rotate and face her in his seat. His legs casually hung wide open with one of his feet resting upon the lowest rung, while the other foot rested on the floor, pointing its straight leg directly at the base of her position. As that pointing foot rose and descended, he imagined how it would feel ‘pedaling’ on her crotch to torment her to the point of horny eruption. "As a matter of fact, young, spirited lass," his thick Scotsman accent continued to flow forth to her like a bathing river just deep enough to exhilarate without sweeping her away -yet. "..I happen to know a fellow whose ****-pit is in immediate need of attention." As he said this, he let the leg bent at the knee rock subtly from side to side, opening the area between his legs just a little bit more to see if the movement would capture her gaze, and paused for effect.
"The only trouble is.. this guy is a reallll *****. He's extreme, has a short fuse, cusses and jokes worse than any sailor, and is, in some circles, considered quite the mad-man and slave-driver." Another pause. "Although... there are some who appreciate him and prefer his pace and style." He looked down at her thigh again, letting his dark chocolate eyes caress their way up it into the shadowy fold where it met the curving tuck of her groin. He could smell it. He could taste it. He could feel his tongue pleasing it to the point of white-knuckled insanity until they both were pulling at each other’s hair and going at it like wild, crazed animals. Oh, the things he would do with that heavenly slender thigh; manipulating it, smoooothly fondling and then gripping it just the way her deepest, darkest fantasies wanted him to, tongue petting and adoring it, pinning it in all sorts of ‘advanced positions’, holding it wide open and far out of the way of.. ‘other things’…
"Is the lady good with handling joy-sticks and occupying ****-pits?" If she was going to slip in flirty innuendos and try to use her wiles as leverage, he was going to rampage through that and lay waste to it with his own; true Marine fashion: attack through the attack, black-out rage through the ambush, and respect, thank, and love the enemy for honoring you with their pitiful attempt and the chance to spill all their blood.
The woman had played her cards well with the former- or uber-Marine. He knew it was all a 'dog and pony show' at this early stage, but if she could keep up, and if this was not her 'best foot' being placed strategically and hungrily forward, but just a taste of things to come, then she was already on board in his eyes.
Dr. Auzdein von Himmler
Governor of Inisfree