[C][AU][Future AU] Messages

Krolia bared her teeth and growled again. She struggled against him before being distracted by the lips on her skin. A groan was brought out of her.

"I'm not allowing that."

She betrayed herself from arching against Fleck when a finger pushed inside her. Heat rose to her cheeks and a warmth was renewed in her. She wanted more.

Lucas was dead to all the world.

"Too bad," he murmured against her skin.

She always had this need to be in control. It must have been exhausting. Who could be in control all the time?

He sucked another deep mark on her throat as he pressed a second finger into her, thumb brushing against her clit again.

Her head hit the metal floor and she moaned unhindered since they began fooling around. Her reactions were a lot less restricted when she wasn't in control. It was... embarrassing to say the least. Not the envision of galra military leader and important ex-member of what was the Blades of Mamora.

Her hands tugged against the wrists and her heels dug into the back of Fleck's thighs.

But if she had truly wanted to get out of his hold, she could of.

"That's it," he breathed.

She really needed to get over her fear of looking undignified. She looked oh so much better when she was moaning and writhing freely.

He pulled his fingers from her, pausing for a moment to deliver a sharp pinch to her clit before reaching for the button of the cargos he was wearing. He fumbled a little with the button, struggling to pull it free with just one hand.

"Don't be so condescending."

She kicked the back of his thighs, before jerking as he pinched her clit.

There was no question to what Fleck was doing; undoing his own trousers. She craved it but she wasn't going to be completely pliant.

She lifted her head to bite the lobe of his pierced ear, tugging it sharply.

"Don't be so uptight."

He exhaled sharply through his nose when she bit at his ear. Ouch. Bitch.

Fleck gave a pleased sound when he got the button free on his cargos. He shimmied them down his thighs.

He turned his head, capturing Krolia's lips in a slow kiss. Less hurried than anything that had happened yet.

She allowed the slow kiss, at least. It was nice, pretending they weren't against a timescale. That they had all the time in the world to dally in fooling around.

Krolian licked into his mouth, sliding her tongue against his. She hummed, pleased. Her thighs tightened around his waist.

He rocked his hips when Krolia's thighs hitched against them, his cock rubbing along the crease of her thigh.

Fleck moaned into her mouth, fingers tangling in her hair again, holding her close.

His lips trailed little kisses down her cheek to her throat. A favourite place of his.

A galran swear passed her lips, sounding far too sweet as Fleck kissed her neck. It was sensitive and had her squirming. The pulse under his lips picked up.

"Just fuck me already."

This was as needy as she was going to get.

Fleck exhaled a breathy chuckle against her throat.

"You're Galra. Too fierce to just be fucked. Ride me?"

He asked the question, but it was clear it was more of a demand for her benefit. Krolia was wild as any other Galra woman. She enjoyed having control, even if it was just some.

She was relaxed enough now, that even if she was in control, she'd still be more unhinged than her usual tightly-locked self. He wanted to see her wild and in her element.

Krolia snorted.

"You make it sound less appealing as an offer."

But her answer was yes, she wanted to ride him. She was going to ride him.

Even with her hands pinned above her, she shover her weight to the side to flip them.

"You're just very picky."

Imagine that, a picky uptight Galra woman.

He didn't fight too much when she flipped them. He had to give her some show. She wanted control, but she didn't want him to just roll over onto his back, either.

She bent down and kissed him again. The same slow passionate kiss that he gave him. With an advantage of being above him, she tugged her hands out of his grip and reached between them.

Her hand gripped his cock and stroked him slowly. Then softly. So softly that the tips of her fingers skimmed against him teasingly.

His hips rocked with her stroking, then stuttered as her fingers teased lightly.

His head tipped back and he gave a low, exasperated groan.

She was such a fucking tease.

"Just fuck me already," he mimicked with a low growl.

She covered his mouth with her hand, her thumb and middle finger in the hollows of his cheeks, pressing hard.

"As I said, a fine line."

Her other hand guided his cock and she sat on it slowly.

It was, in all respect, no galra cock. But it still brought out a low moan from her, and the heat in her cheeks rise.

His eyes fluttered shut.

If she pressed her hand any harder, he'd bruise. He'd have a hard time trying to explain those.

A low noise escaped his throat as she pressed down onto him. His hips rocked up to meet her downward thrust.

The thrust up elicited a gasp. She rolled her hips to meet the next. The pace was slow for only the first few moments.

Then she fell into a fast, unrelenting pace.

Her lips were parted and her white pupils were blown wide, her gaze down on the human. Her hand remained tight over his face.

Fleck attempted to keep his gaze locked with hers as she rode him.

Every now and then, though, a particularly hard thrust had his eyes sliding shut to revel in the feeling.

His tongue ran over his teeth, his hands gripped her hips tight.

Her cheeks were flushed, causing them to be a deeper shade of purple. Her free hand settled bettweeen her legs, teasing at her clit.

Her second orgasm came to her faster and stronger. She threw her head back and groaned. Her movements slower, stuggling to keep up with the pace as she rode his cock through her orgasm.

Fleck gave a strangled grunt when she came, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.

He muttered a breathless curse in Altean - the language that he'd come most used to speaking over the past decade. All his, Dick's and Giacinto's conversations tended to be in Altean.

His rocking continued onwards, though, pushing himself closer to his own release.

She let him fuck up into her as she caught her breath. A few gasps escaped each time he rocked up.

She gathered herself and resumed a quick pace, eyes lingering down at the human.

"Come for me." A command, not a coo.

"So demanding," he muttered into her hand.

His hand slipped from her hip and around her back to steady her, while his other slid down her thigh.

He pushed himself to sit up, holding Krolia steady in his lap with the arm around her, and adjusting her to his liking with the hand gripping her thigh. He was so much deeper inside her like this.

Fleck pressed a firm kiss to her lips as he began rocking his hips again.

So close...

His face buried into her neck, hot breath washing over her neck and shoulders. His body tensed and he groaned loudly as he came.

Krolia panted, her lips against Fleck's neck as he came. She groaned with him and nipped at his marked neck.

Then she kissed him again, firmly and slowly, the earlier passion and desperation satisfied.

The ship beeped twice, signalling their arrival.

"Good timing," she mused.

She pulled herself out of Fleck's arms and pulled up her suit, composed and collected. Her mind was back on the task at hand.

He huffed a quiet noise of agreement and let her stand.

"That's gonna be a bitch to clean," he murmured as she stood and pulled up the bottom of her uniform.

Fleck took a little longer to compose himself, but soon tucked himself back into his pants and stood, moving to lean against the back of the chair again.

Krolia hummed, fingers on the board to start up the extraction process. A bright light beamed from Pluto to the shit.

"I needed a clean already. I don't even what to think what is already staining it."

She sat back down in the chair, content.