[Yadalla, Southern Continent]
Fury finished tying off the rigging and then darted under the tent's front canopy, he wiped the rain from his hair and face before taking off his shoes.
He unfastened the door and stepped inside the lavish interior, "Eternal torrential downpours, this place is worse than Ferenginaar", he said to Karli as he pulled off his shirt, "the only upside is that the only living beings are half a planet away", then grinned as he watched her set a bottle of rum and two glasses on the short table.
"I am thankful for centralized colonies, and water proof tents...," she replied as she poured drinks to warm them after their long hike in the rain. She'd already discarded her wet outer wear in exchange for a pair of panties and a long sleeved, loose fitting shirt and had gone to work setting up the inflatable bedding before pulling out the portable rations and the liquor.
She held one glass out towards Martin as she watched him finish stripping off his wet clothing, openly appreciative of the muscular limbs being revealed, "...and crazy, wet hikers that need my services," she grinned.
He returned the grin as he stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs, kicking them into the corner as he took the glass from her, "Well I hear your services are sought throughout the quadrant so I'm thankful to be the only crazy wet hiker that's in your immediate vicinity..", he took the glass and looked to her, "..I wonder if we'll be the first naked and drunken Starfleet Officers on the planet?".
"Unlikely...but I don't think that'll stop us," she smirked and picked up her own glass. She braced one hand against the tent floor, which was thankfully almost as comfortable as the bed with a thick layer of padding sitting on top of a very moist and squishy landscape, and stretched her bare legs out beside the short table as she sipped at the rum. The tent was spacious in height, and though they also had room to stretch out lengthwise, the quarters were close and cozy enough to magnify her awareness of the masculine presence inside with her.
He smiled down at her as his gaze traveled the length of her body for a moment before downing the rum, all it took was a glance at her bare legs to ignite his lust and in their current attire, he knew that his excitement would be blatantly evident soon enough. "Good rum..", he said absently as he tried not to reduce their camping trip into a singular opportunity to worship her body, "..maybe tomorrow we should try and hike to the mountain teats across the valley, that is if it stops raining for any length of time".
"If I leave you anything but exhausted until at least lunch time tomorrow, I'll consider this vacation a complete failure on my part..." she replied suggestively, crossing one leg over the other and casting her gaze downards into her glass for a moment before looking up and catching him in a sly gaze.
He grinned as he knelt beside her and sat his glass on the table, "Well that'd be something, I'm a hard man to exhaust you know, got stamina for kilometers", he said jokingly, "..do you have some physical exertion in mind to bring about said exhaustion or were you thinking of bringing it on by drink?".
She shrugged and smiled into her drink, "Maybe a little of both...?" She took another sip and then, setting her glass next to his, she reached to put a hand to his neck and pull him towards her. She pressed her lips against his, and slowly parted her lips as she kissed him slowly. It was obvious after half a second that she'd left just enough liquid in her mouth to keep her tongue tasting strongly of rum.
He yielded to her pull and returned her kiss, working his lips gently against hers then feeling her part her lips for him, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and smiled as he moaned at the heavy taste of rum covering her slick tongue. He pushed his lips hard against hers as he planted a hand on each side of her, leaning her back onto the floor as he continued kissing her deeply, his tongue probing gently into her mouth as he drank in the sensations..her hot body next to his in the damp weather, her hand on his neck, the smell of her skin and taste of her lips all combined and as always, made him control himself from slipping into a lust driven frenzy.
She smiled as she kissed him, knowing she'd pushed just the right button to get him started. She kept gentle pressure on the back of his neck with her one hand and the other, after helping to lower her to the floor, drew up between them, along the side of his face, and into his wet hair.
He turned his head slightly to fit their mouths together more tightly as his tongue worked over hers, it only took a few moments for the rum taste to wear off and he kissed her more roughly as he finally tasted her and nothing else.
Still kissing her, he shifted his weight onto his side and slipped a hand under her neck as he propped himself up on an elbow, freeing up his other hand to move to her face and softly caress her jaw and side of her neck. His hips slid up to her, pressing their skin together as his cock rested on her leg, communicating his desire and growing urgency to her.
Her hands slid down to his chest as he shifted his weight around, and when she felt the warm budding of his desire against her skin she had to smile into his lips again. She drew one knee up against his hip and, using lips and teeth and tongue to their fullest potential, she began kissing him more intensely. Below him, the outline of her breasts heaved up and down under the thin fabric of her shirt as her breaths came further apart.
He moaned softly as she lifted her knee onto him and his free hand slid down to the back of her leg and pulled it up even higher on his hip before moving to her ass, his large hand covering almost the entire cheek. He worked eagerly at her lips, pushing his tongue past her lips now and then, pausing here and there to bite playfully at her lower lip, the whole time hovering over her, silently and subtly displaying his control.
After a few moments, his hand slid up her side to gently cup one of her breasts, his forefinger and thumb gently rolled its nipple between them as he kissed her more deeply.
She whimpered quietly as he caught a hold of her nipple, which immediately grew harder beneath his fingers. Her shirt, though, was impeding his work, so she caught the bottom edge of it with her hands and pulled it up, then broke her lips from his as she wiggled beneath him to work it over her shoulders and head. Her breasts freed, she heaved the shirt aside and then brought her hands back to sweep over his shoulders and up his neck, where she firmly pulled his face back down towards hers.