Strange Bedfellows (Closed)

[Obuzeti]

Garrett almost, almost bucks up into Enze's mouth as she comes down around the tip of his cock, but restrains himself only by dint of willpower as instead he trembles, mouth opening and gasping. Her tongue slides across him and then he's gone, chest heaving as he comes in spurts into her greedy mouth. She's kept him cockteased for two days on end now, if unintentionally, and it all comes out of his shaft now as his body strains and tenses in long, alternating currents of pleasure until he's laid out and gasping for air.

Garrett brushes aside the fringe of his hair, now thick with sweat, and reaches down to Enze with a hand. "Y'alright, love?"

His accent comes out now, soft and curling; it blurs the words together in a smooth wave of consonants, the lazy glow of post-orgasm settling over him like a blanket, making him faintly woozy. There's clear satisfaction in his lazy, catlike stretch.

 

[Artemidorus]

Enze hums happily as he fills her mouth. Her eyes widen with a hint of surprise, but she was expecting something like this. There's a contented slurping sound as she makes her way down his cock, swallowing the whole load and licking him clean. With one long suck, and a little pop of suction, she releases his spent member. She practically purrs, her body seeming to vibrate with pleasure.

Her expression alone shows how pleased she is with herself. "Mmm." She moans lazily, pulling herself against Garrett's chest. She lazily strokes her fingertips across his skin, making her head comfortable on his shoulder. Her fingers trace strange circle markings, as if shes writing words on him, but she doesnt seem to be intentionally telling him something. Just enjoying his warmth and company.

The tracing slows as her eyelids droop, and eventually she drops her hand gentley on his chest, and her body slowly ceases its pleasant vibrations replaced by the soft sounds of her slumbering.

 

[Obuzeti]

Garrett hums in satisfaction as Enze draws off of him - God, she was a sexy little bundle all over, and a cuddler besides, everything that sneaks in under the scales of his heart. He looks down at her head as she curls up on his chest and smiles, leaning down to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Get some sleep, hon," he says, soft, and lifts her up to carry her to his bedroom. Coincidentally, they hadn't visited it yet, but there's not much to describe; a bed, maps spread across the walls, and a little case against a far wall with a selection of medals. He sets her down on his wide mattress and settles beside the gelid woman, curling up around her protectively as his instincts come to the fore.

With this little beauty, so many thiings he'd have to hold back for politeness just aren't an issue, and that's intoxicating.

Garrett drifts off with a smile, making plans for the future.

 

[Artemidorus]

Enze blushed a deep, dark purple from sleep, pulled out of the bed with Garrett slowly, so she could stretch and yawn. She glanced at his sleeping form, feeling no need to wake him. Even when her eyes trailed down his naked body, wishing he would stay like this. Bare to her, as she was to him. She wrinkled her lips at the thought of him putting on more clothes to cover his skin. Her fingers itched to slide along his skin again. She felt the urge to put her mouth to his neck, and his jaw... and then trace her tongue down his chest, down the V of his muscles that pointed to the sweet area that made him weak to her, the area that swelled when she was close, and illicted moans from his gentle lips.

But she fought it. Right now she was more curious about this new 'home'. She looked up, at the pulsing VI of the ship, and the scanners that worked the doors. It seemed to be scanning her. She shrugged when the door opened. It had scanned her to identify her, and whatever it found let her pass through the door.

She wandered the hall, glancing at the few doors in ship. She saw the door to the holoroom, and the door to the room with the scientist. There was another door, a room she hadn't been in. She approached it, and the ships sensor scanned her again, then let her pass. This room had a table and chairs and a weird machine that Enze approached. She poked it, and it started making a plate with food on it. She wrinkled her nose and headed back out of this room, instead choosing to go in the holoroom.

The handheld scanned her DNA, and signed her in as Garrett, giving her access to his personal files. She poked around, boredly, swiping through pictures and occasionally music.

 

[Obuzeti]

Garrett eventually wakes and stretches with a yawn, brain slow to compute as ever when he stays on the ship. Safety makes him lazy, honestly. He throws on a pair of sweatpants and wanders out to check on the local environs at the head of the ship. A quick glance over the cameras proves that the colonist he'd rescued is still out of it - she's drank some water and eaten, but has shredded her own clothing and by the looks of it masturbated herself into unconsciousness a couple times. She's probably going to need restraints to avoid hurting herself in the long term.

On a more pleasant note, Enze's in the holoroom again, and in lieu of watching her through a voyeur's point of view he ambles down the ship's hallway to find her himself. The sealing door clicks open and he steps through, glancing at the gelid woman with a smile as she investigates his musical tastes, which are at best eclectic. There's some kind of mass drumming set going on at the moment, a taiko drumming set, which she doesn't seem too set on.

"Hey there," he murmurs, settling beside her on the seat. "Morning, Enze."

Morning afters are always a bit awkward, but he'd made sure to brush his teeth first thing, so he's not hesitant to lean down and kiss her good morning. That's always a good first step, he's found.