"No one knows where we are, right?"
Lorik Rorin - incompetent storm trooper extraordinaire - nearly tripped over his own boots as he practically tumbled through an open door. His hands were full of a giggling red-head, who was trying to steal kisses every time they both moved. Together, they were trying to navigate the short distance between a hotel suite living room and bedroom, but neither party was really focusing much on the mechanics of walking. The mechanics of moving forward while making out were consuming a much larger portion of their attention.
Unfortunately, trying to move while getting tangled up in each other was not an effective method of relocation, as Lorik was finding out. His girlfriend, Sheresh, on the other hand, seemed rather unconcerned by all the sudden losses of equilibrium, random bumps into the wall, and near face-plants into the floor. She had a firm hold on both sides of Lorik's tunic collar and was kissing every inch of his face that she could manage.
Not that Lorik was complaining, mind you. Not in the slightest. He did, however, keep an anchoring eye on the bed, as he fumbled across the floor with Sheresh in his arms.
"Nope. I didn't tell anyone," Sheresh managed to halt their forward momentum with a thoroughly distracting kiss.
"Not even your dad?" Lorik mumbled around her pressing lips and ardent tongue.
"Nope. Not even Niall," she countered back, her lips insistent.
"Not even...Var?" Lorik was getting distracted.
"Definitely not Var," the half-clone, half-Zeltron woman in his arms giggled around their kiss.
"Your dad will still find us," the storm trooper wrinkled his nose and appraised the distance left between them and the bed - just a few more feet.
"Guess we better get busy, huh?" Sheresh's hands were suddenly tugging out the last of his tunic from his pants, her fingers fiddling earnestly with his belt.
Lorik didn't waste anymore time steering his eager lover toward the pristinely made bed. He had a fleeting thought that the sheets weren't going to stay in good order for much longer, before Sheresh fell back on the mattress and pulled him down with her.
There were several breathless moments, where the two of them devoted their attention to nothing more urgent than several heated kisses. Lorik's hands were not idle during those kisses, however, as he managed to unzip most of Sheresh's jumpsuit. Since their bodies were pressed nearly flush together from the waist, down, Lorik only managed to get her 'suit opened from neck to ribs, but it was enough to slip his hands inside the cloth and trail his fingers against the skin just underneath the under-wire of her bra. Their lips parted as Sheresh gasped and arched her back against him; Lorik just grinned and let his fingers trace a path around her ribs and behind her back.
"There's so much I've wanted to do to you," Lorik mumbled as his fingers found what he'd been searching for; he began fiddling with the back of Sheresh's bra while trying to kiss her.
Now, Lorik had more than enough experience in the realm of unhooking bras. Some might say, he had too much experience. But, Sheresh was - if anything - distracting and his fingers fumbled clumsy as he was drawn deeper and deeper into the taste of her tongue and the feel of her lips. She had also started rubbing the outside of his left thigh with her leg and her hands had managed to find their way underneath his tunic, where they were ghosting playfully against his stomach.
"Frak," he grumbled, as his fingers seemed to forget the exact mechanics of something he had done a hundred times before.
"Need some help?" Sheresh purred as she pushed her chest suggestively toward him.
That did absolutely nothing to help Lorik's struggling attention span. His fingers grasped futiley at her bra as his eyes locked almost instantly on the tempting view so willingly offered. Sheresh's pink-tinged skin was a mouth-watering contrast to her black bra - a bra which did a fine job of separating her cleavage and pushing it forward. The storm trooper didn't even bother to stifle a groan of desire; the Rebel soldier underneath him was generously "gifted" and Lorik had long admired her shapely curves.
This, however, was the first time he had ever had a chance to do much more than admire from afar, or grope through several layers of clothing. Lorik growled - this time, in frustration - and he momentarily abandoned his clumsy attempts to undo her bra.
Some challenges were better met head-on. Lorik wanted her chest bared to his view and he no longer had the patience to fumble and fuss.
"Naw. I think I got this," he glanced up into her light brown eyes and grinned cheekily.
Without any other warning, Lorik moved his hands from behind Sheresh's back and took hold of the cloth cupping her breasts. A good tug down pushed her chest even higher up and presented a very tempting view indeed. The cooler air around them puckered her nipples and Lorik groaned again in very deep appreciation.
"Perfect," he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, while teasing the other with his fingers.
Sheresh squealed and pressed her body instinctively against his as she arched higher off of the bed. Her fingers tangled themselves in Lorik's hair, as she unconsciously held his face to her chest. The silence between them was punctuated by inarticulate whimpering and moaning, as Lorik devoted his full attention to her pert breasts.
Her nipples felt like silk in his mouth - soft and smooth. Her skin was slightly sweaty - the evening Ordo air outside their hotel room was still warm from the heat of the day - and she tasted just faintly of salt. Her breasts were as large as his hands and full; Lorik spent several minutes entertaining himself with them. He squeezed them gently, scraped his rough palms across the tips of her nipples, massaged them teasingly with skillful fingers.
Sheresh, on the other hand, wouldn't lay still or shut up. Not that Lorik cared on either count - in fact, her expressive moans of pleasure just inspired him to keep up what he was doing. Her skin was beginning to flush a deeper shade of pink that nearly bordered on red; Lorik took a moment to admire the results of his handiwork.
Sheresh lay underneath him, panting heavily, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. Her nipples were taunt, dusky-colored buds that begged to be sucked again. Lorik couldn't resist the urge to bow his head a second time and run his tongue languorously over each one. Sheresh squeaked and shifted underneath him, practically purring in pleasure.
"You've got great breasts," Lorik mumbled against her skin, as he kissed the gentle swell of one breast and then the other.
