i'm here for the giant robots

[shipsinker]

[So. In a world perhaps more similar to one where certain dumbass college students stole a top-of-the-line ship, there are giant robots because of course there are. Sure, there hasn't been a major war in years, just skirmishes carefully denied by all governments, but those giant robots are far more versatile than a giant warhead of a battleship.

The political and tactical details of the world at large are currently being lost on one redhaired pilot, because she's more interested in doing routine maintenance and eating her sandwich.

In her defense, it's a fucking delicious sandwich. But be that as it may, she's about to go on leave, so if anyone wanted to bother her before she finished work on the giant murderbot and gets the hell off base, now would be the time.]

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[shipsinker]

Mn...[Well, if he's going to be like that, she's going to steal a fast, incredibly rough and deep kiss, before pulling herself away.]

I don't think the floor's really terrible appropriate to start with, then. C'mon.

[leastauspicious]

Lead the way, then.

[Because seriously, after that it's taking a lot of willpower for him not to just slam her against a wall.]

[shipsinker]

[Probably doesn't help she reaches around to honk his ass on the way out, does it?

Either way, she's heading back up out of the basement and to her room, which is rather elegantly decorated and also has a ridiculously sturdy bed, which is the important part.

She's also somehow managed to lose her shirt on the way there.]

Shall we get this party started?

[leastauspicious]

I think you already did.

[Right, then, he's just going to pull her close and lean down to kiss along those breasts, since she got rid of her top already.]

[shipsinker]

[She is very okay with this turn of events, given that husky little chuckle he got out of her. And, you know, her hand right the back of his pants.]

Y-you're still wearing a bit much, aren't you?

[leastauspicious]

[Too busy to respond immediately with anything because he's too busy seeing how she responds to him licking across her breasts rather slowly and meticulously; though he winds up sagging a little when she grabs his ass.]

I suppose I am...

[shipsinker]

[Well, she's groaned and sort of staggered a bit, before dragging him back towards the bed so she can actually, sit down. Mind you, she elects to do this by yanking off his shirt and then promptly exploring down his chest to his stomach with her tongue, because Alazne is apparently all about the sexy vengeance.]

Why don't we fix that.

[leastauspicious]

[He is okay with this sexy revenge, not that he's not above say, reaching down to grope her since she's made it a little tricky to get her pants off while she's doing that and he's kind of a shuddering wreck.]

[shipsinker]

Mn...[He's getting a definite shiver out of her, but she's stopping right around his hip and grinning up at him.]

Want something, Xanti?

[leastauspicious]

Either you to continue, or to lie back so I can get on the bed... I'm good either way.

[You think he has shame or something, Alazne?]

[shipsinker]

'Continue'? You can ask me better than that.

[Idly toying with his pants, perhaps groping him a bit through them. She's not above being a complete tease.]

[leastauspicious]

W-well, then....

[It takes him a second to get over her teasing.]

I suppose that I'm saying you can either lay back so I fuck your brains out, or you can stop being such a fucking tease and blow me already.

[shipsinker]

[That definitely gets a laugh out of her, and she's getting his pants out of the way...before one incredibly slow, teasing lick. Look, she might be aware this is one battle she always ends up winning.]

See, here's the thing...I've got half a mind to see just how long I can push this until you either snap or beg.

[leastauspicious]

Don't think I won't walk out, Alazne...

[Well hello yes that lick seriously has him at attention in at least one way, to say the least.]

[shipsinker]

Never made good on that threat before.

[But fine, she'll relent and get down to business, so to speak. If he was expecting her to be anything but completely fucking merciless, even with her mouth on his cock, then he really hasn't been paying enough attention.]

[leastauspicious]

[And if she wasn't expecting him to basically plant a hand on her head and not try to basically ride this out then she doesn't know him either. I mean she's getting no small amount of gasping or groaning out of this but it doesn't mean he's not going to be aggressive as he usually is out of this.]

[shipsinker]

[She was, in fact, expecting that, and it is only getting her to be even more...thorough in how she's working him over. There is also a hand sliding quite stealthily up his thigh, because you know, she's pretty sure there are erogenous zones besides his dick.]

[leastauspicious]

[This is true, and it seems to have gotten his hips to shake some in surprise. If she sticks a finger up his ass he probably will kill her, though.]

Ah, damn, Alazne...

[shipsinker]

[That...had not crossed her mind, never fear. She is, however, going to hold his hips a bit more steady while she goes in for the kill, because that is going to suck otherwise.]

[leastauspicious]

[To his credit, the years of military training means he's capable of standing up through a hell of an orgasm without falling over, so with an audible bit of cursing she brings him to an rather intense orgasm.]

[shipsinker]

[That only means she's going to laugh at him, once she's swallowed. She can't help it, she kind of finds the cussing endearing.]

That's one for me, isn't it?

[leastauspicious]

Guess we'll have to see about evening out that score, then, won't we?

[Give him credit, the dude's spirited if a blowjob like that didn't instantly wear him out.]

[shipsinker]

[We're pretty sure Alazne would have broken a man with less spirit.]

Still got that much fight in you, huh? I wouldn't dream of backing down now.

[Which means she is finally leaning back on her elbows so he can actually reach her pants, because otherwise this isn't really getting anywhere.]

[leastauspicious]

I was hoping you'd say that...

[Then he's going to lean over her and just peel those pants off of her, taking his time in being as groping as humanly possible. He needs the moment to recover and if teasing fingers down into those yoga pants can fire her up, all the better.]

[shipsinker]

A--aaha, you say that like you expected me to say...anything else...?

[Given how much she's squirming, she's already pretty fired up and the groping is only adding fuel to that. She is going to reach up and yank him down into a damn near savage kiss, however, because she's under no obligation to let him get as much of an advantage as she just did.]