[C][AU][Future AU] Messages

He grunted when she backed him into the chair, hands sliding down to grip her hips, pulling her closer still.

Oh shit he loved it when she did that with her teeth.

A gasp escaped him when she tugged at his hair and his hips pressed forwards.

Fleck grinned, eyes glittering in mischief. His hands slid further down, grasping her thighs, and hoisting her up, a thigh either side of his hips. He pressed up into a firm kiss as he turned them, this time backing her into the chair and pinning her in place with a firm undulation of his hips against hers.

"I'm starting to like the sound of Kro."

Humans always surprised her with their strength.

She grunted and found herself arched and following the roll of his hips. Her thighs tightened either side of him.

The little shit.

A grin still played on her lips, flashing her sharp canines.

"You'll regret having that mouth of yours."

With a firm grip of his hair still, she tugged it back, exposing the soft skin. She leaned down to bite it non-too gently, sucking enough to leave a large, purpled bruise.

His head fell back with a happy sigh when she yanked his hair.

He liked the Galra way. All rough play and teasing.

"Promises, promises," he chuckled in return, moaning as her teeth sank into his throat. His hips rocked forwards hard, and one hand pushed up her body to grip at her hair in exactly the same way she held his. Instead of using it to pull her away from his throat, he pushed her closer.

She hummed, mouth busy, momentarily enjoying the feeling the weight of him between her legs. It lit a warmth through her that just kissing couldn't, spreading like wildfire.

Her hands slide down over the thick muscle of his arms to grip the backrest. Her legs tightening around Fleck, with a feat of strength she lifted them both up and over and back.

It was an awkward landing for her, and even worst for Fleck. He would have to think fast unless he wanted a concussion.

Years of fighting was the only reason he didn't end up sprawled out with a concussion.

When he was flipped over the back of the chair, he tucked his head, crushing Krolia close to his body, and ended up in an awkward roll over the edge of the seat, and landing on his ass on the floor between the chair and control panel, with Krolia sat in his lap.

He blinked at her for a moment before huffing.

"You're one difficult lady, you know that, Kro?"

His hands, which he'd thrown out to balance himself, found her thighs, jerking her closer so she was pressed flush up against him again.

"You make me a difficult lady."

She took his wrist and pinned them against the chair. She leaned her weight onto them, moving forward as she did so so their noses just bumped and but their lips remained apart. This close, she could see the different flecks of brown in his eyes.

She pulled back if ever he moved forward.

This time she ground her hips against him.

He gave his wrists an experimental tug. Nope. He wasn't getting out of this hold any time soon.

Letting out a breathless chuckle, knowing that he was well and truly at her mercy and most likely fucked because of it, his eyes slid open.

He took the time to admire her eyes. Aliens had such weird eyes. The yellow sclera was something he'd gotten used to, but he still couldn't get over how strange her pupils were. White. It was so backwards, and the effect was haunting as much as it was beautiful.

"I'm the one causing all this stubbornness, huh?"

His hips rocked up against hers, grinding himself against her, and pushing up so she was forced to spread her legs further and press herself more firmly against himself.

Krolia let out a low groan, rumbling from her chest as she was forced further forward. She nipped at his jaw.

Her knees lifted, causing her to be in a more provocative position. She placed a foot on either hand before letting go of his wrists. As she stood, she was careful not to crush his hand, bearing most of her weight onto her heel.

With one hand gripping the back of the chair, she was hunched over him. Knees leaning on the edge of the chair so she was at an appropriate height, his face to her crotch.

With her free hand, she undid the bottom part of her outfit, peeling it off her skin.

His eyes turned skyward when she pinned his hands with her feet now.

She had to know that was unstable. It'd be so easy to unbalance her like this. But she as Krolia. She knew that without a shadow of a doubt.

She was relying on him being totally submissive for this to work.

He almost wanted to knock her over and show her how submissive he really was.

But the sight of her slowly undoing her suit was doing him in. There was no way he could sabotage this for himself.

His lips curled up as he leaned forward.

She could have her dominance for now. He wanted what she was offering.

The bottom part of her suit around her thighs, she returned her grip of his hair and yanked it back to make him look up.

Her eyes lingered on him and something surged through her. She missed this spark between them. There was a carnal desire to make him his. Even if for half a varga.

She pushed him forwards between her legs.

A little noise escaped him when she yanked his hair, dark eyes turning up to meet hers.

He had no problems meeting and keeping her stare. He very easily got lost in it, licking his lips slowly as he looked up at the woman. God that was a sight he didn't want to lose.

Flecks lips brushed against her teasingly and he let his tongue flick out to taste her, gently, delicately. Teasingly.

Her body tensed at the initial, her clit throbbing. Her need for this was painful. It has been well over a deca-phebe.

The fingers in his hair tightened and he nudged him even closer. She needed far more than this; a single tease. A tiny insistent growl escaped her.

The growl bought out a chuckle in Fleck.

His eyes sparkled as he continued to look up at her, teasing her with the lightest licks and brushes of his lips.

He loved seeing her get worked up and frustrated. It was something you didn't see often from cool and put-together Krolia. Not unless you were close to her.

A tremor went though her thighs as Fleck remained teasing, but at least he remained consistent.

She tilted her head back and pulled Fleck even closer, again, pushing heavily on his mouth. Her hips rocked insistently, feeling his stubble scratched against her skin. It was strange. Furred galras hair wasn't this rough, but she wasn't complaining.

Her slow relaxing bought a wicked thought to the forefront of Fleck's mind.

What if he...?

He nipped sharply at her sensitive skin.

A galran swear was hissed and she jerked her hips.

Less then gently she pulled his head back to look back up at her.

"You are on a very thin line, Black."

"I'm always walking a tightrope with you, Kro."

And he liked that. He liked challenging the grand authority that she held around her like a swath.

He was always there to provide a challenge and a tease.

A tiny growl escaped from her throat.

There was no answerback. She shoved him back towards between her legs, pressing down on his mouth.

Her insistence as she pushed him closer again, he pressed closer to her, tongue running over her eagerly.

He liked and sucked and gave tiny nips.

Fleck's hands twitched and tugged a little, to see if she'd let him have them back.

She shuddered as the tongue ran over her far more satisfyingly.

Tilting her head back, she let out a breathy moan. She twitched each time he nipped. She stood firmer on his hands when he tried to tug free.

They would probably bruise, but she wanted them too. She wanted this short time hook-up to remain a long time on Fleck.

So she was playing like this, was she?

Well, there was only one way he was going to get free, wasn't there?

He focused his attention unerringly on her clit, sucking and licking with a new vigour designed to push her towards orgasm quickly.

Krolia's breathing became heavier. A few Galran swears passed her lips. Her fingers tightened in Fleck's hair as her orgasm came to her quickly but quietly. It left her gasping at most.

It made her thighs tremble and he held Fleck there until she couldn't bear it anymore.

She yanked her head away then bent down to kiss him fiercely, tasting herself.

He returned the kiss, pushing up firmly.

Bent over like this, she was so unbalanced that it only took one good yank to pull his hands free. They came up to grip Krolia to keep her from falling.

He caught her lower lip, dragging it through his teeth brutally.

She wanted him to remember this, and he wanted her to remember it too. He wanted to leave some bruises and reminders himself.

He gripped her hips tight and twisted the both of them so Krolia was laying flat on her back and he settled between her thighs. His hips undulated, rocking firmly against her as he pressed into another firm kiss. One hand tangled into her short hair.

Krolia hissed as her lip throbbed.

Then she hissed again, finding herself on her back, her hair being pulled uncomfortably and the material of Fleck's trousered rubbing against her sensitive clit.

She shoved him to the side, scrambling a little in the small space between the chair and the board for the controls, to straddle him and bite his shoulder. Her hands found his wrists again to slam them against the floor.

He twisted when she did, following her movements and using his own momentum to roll her over again before she cold pin his hands well enough to keep him still.

That did leave his shoulder sore when the movement had her teeth scraping brutally free.

Ouch.

He held her firmly, leaning down to kiss her neck lightly a couple times before biting down and sucking, to leave his own dark marks on her skin.

"My turn now, Kro," he rumbled.

He wrestled her wrists into the tight grip of one hand above her head, and his other hand slid down between them, brushing over her clit before dipping lower.

His eyes flicked up Lucas as he pushed a finger inside her slowly.

How the fuck was Lucas still asleep?