RP: 5th XF [Prelude] Point of Origin

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The more the two of them kissed, the higher Tesuro's sense heightened. He kissed her more sensually and less nervously each time, though he was still almost to the point of shaking. A virgin farmboy such as himself would never have seen himself in such an erotic situation, but he was not about to question his good fortune. The taste of her lips increased in flavor and he found himself almost addicted to them, but as his nature dictated, he was loving and gentle--never rough or demanding in his passion. Her soft moans that escaped her after each time their lips met served only to arouse him--the sweet sensuality of her voice filled him with a mild feeling of pure ecstasy. He wanted to hear them more; hear them more intensely, more frequent. On their last kiss, his tongue rubbed ever so subtlely over her bottom lip, done to try and heightened her arousal to his level.

He felt her eager hands pulling at his pants, and he did not delay in stripping them for her. Still above her, he took one hand and slowly began to slip them off. He had but one layer on, so the task was not difficult. He lightly shook them off at his heels, dropping them off the bed.

It was then it truly hit him what was occuring. He had thought when this time came he would be nervous--modest of his nudity in front of a woman. But now, here he was with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was not the least bit shy or modest; he wanted to make love with her as much as she did him, and the mutuality was evident in their passion. Nervous though he was, he continued with her almost naturally, wanting more. His hand traveled down her skirt and slowly under her panties, touching her softly, not knowing how she would react.

The blue-haired Yamataian looked indecisively between the door and Caine. She didn't know exactly why her commanding officer locked her out of her room from within, but she had a few good ideas--a few, since the fourth bunk meant that there might actually be a busines reason for Kiyoko being in there, if the fourth person had arrived. If Caine hadn't been there, Kiyoe would have probably just waited outside the door. As it was, she finally shrugged helplessly. "...alright. What'd you have in mind?"

Caine looked at her with a bemused gleam in his eye at her momentary indecision. He couldn't guess the reason behind all this but what can ya do? Instead he started away from the room in question toward the enlisted commons. "Come on, we'll go to to the enlisted commons room. With the majority of the people either partying or doing god-knows-what it should be pretty calm." he said. "Besides, I know you're new on the ship and it looks like you got a few things to get off your chest, it'll be a good place to talk about it."

"Sure." Giving one last glare at her door--she wouldn't be forgetting its betrayal any time soon--Kiyoe crossed over to the Taii and took up position next to him. His comment about her needing to get a few things off of her chest puzzled her. I can't think of anything I'm confused over... maybe I just look like I've had a few more drinks than I really had.

As the two set off for the lounge, she reached up and pulled the comb out of her hair, releasing it from its bun and sending it cascading down to the small of her back. She tucked the comb away and, raking her hair with a hand to straighten it out, asked, "So, are the parties here usually like that? I think there were more people in that room than there were people who actually lived in my home town..."

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Kiyoko's soft whimpering turned to a wanting moan as Tesuro's hand moved to her panties; his nervousness was turning quickly, all the more fulfilling to her fantasy of reaping the rewards of his innocence, the panties had a growing wet spot, when he went beneath him she quivered beneath him, her eyes closing in ecstasy. She wanted him to take them off more than anything, a growing disappointment she had forgotten to bring some of her toys along to make things more interesting.

He smirked as they walked, she did look something like that but he'd also noticed what had gone on the last hour or so. When she asked about the party he just shrugged nonchalantly, he honestly didn't know. "I don't really know Kiyoe, this is the first party like that I've ever been to." he said and lead her down the hall to the commons area and stpped inside when the door slid open to admit the two. Inside were several comfortable looking couches with tables in front of them as well as a small bar staffed by a Yugumo sprite. "Are you serious?" he laughed when she mentioned the number as he tossed the jacket and shirt on the couch nearest him and sat down. "Where are you originally from then?" he asked his crewmate curiously.

Luckly for Ichiro, his note pad had fallen from his arms right by the comm center. Grabbing it, and always already having a pencil on hand, he decided to go back to the enlisted commons. He didn't feel like going into the room and possibly disturbing sleeping bunkmates with drawing sounds.

Kiyoe took a seat next to him, nodding earnestly. "Morant... it's way out in the middle of nowhere, and I didn't even live in one of the bigger towns. Nothing more than a few stores and stuff to service ships that stopped off for supplies and beer with a few houses around them, really." After hesitating for a moment, she shot him a pre-emptive warning glare. "But I'm not some inbred yokel just because I'm from a small town. I know how the world works."

At least, she liked people to think she did. Recent experience was starting to make her suspect that it was a bit more complicated than she'd grown to believe... but it wouldn't do to admit that to the composed-seeming officer next to her.

Caine smiled at her, she was just like him- being from a small town. He brushed his hair behind his ear subconsciously and laid back in the couch. "To be honest I've never heard of Morant but it sounds like it could be a nice place to live." he said to her. Caine's eyes couldn't help but look her over, taking in her appearance, that blue hair really caught his eye. He'd never seen that particular color a lot in hair tones, unlike the ones he did see, hers seemed natural.

"Ma fleur, if I thought you were a inbred yokel because of that then I'd have to think the same of myself." Caine purred to her almost. "Are all young women from there as pleasing on the eyes as you are?" he smiled. "I'm from a small village on Yamatai, little place called Xiuluria."

Meanwhile one of the sprites in the arboretum walked over to Cam and gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder. "Hey wake up." She said loud enough to wake the half drunk woman up....hopefully.

Yugumo announced, "All non-Yugumo crew members please return to your ships. You have twenty minutes until we disengage our dock with the Seijin no Umi. All personnel not assigned to this ship must depart.â€

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(Ichiro, your post needs to make sense. Please check your grammar!

Especially here: He looked like he was trying to decide something he was already drawing.

How can one decide something he was already drawing? It don't make sense.)

Ichiro walked into the room, looking like he was in deep in thought. He had a pencil out, and his drawing pad up near his face, as if he was concentrating on some minute detail. Moving across the room, he took a seat and started drawing.

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All of this was happening very quickly for him. Almost too quickly, in fact. In just a few hours he was thrust from his normal comfort zone into a private world with Kiyoko, full of an intense sexuality which he had never before experienced. But he liked it; the new experience allowed him to feel an excitement, making him want to caress and taste every inch of his sudden lover.

She began to moan with anticipation in her voice, and Tesuro could clearly feel the wetness that now fell upon his fingers. He loved every last moment of the sweet, sensuous noises she made, and they pushed him to continue. Slowly, he let one finger enter her which was soon followed by another. He curled them inside of her, searching for the ever-evasive sweetspot. The one advantage he realized that he had due to his "book-smarts" about sex was that he knew exactly where to look for it, and in no time felt the rough, yet warm and soft spot inside her that would serve to make her feel complete and utter pleasure.

He did not stop there, however. His head bent down again and he placed another sensuous kiss on her wanting lips. Slowly his lips traveled down her neck, to her chest where he let his tongue slide over the tips of her nipples. Not wasting any more time, he continued to kiss down her firm, slender torso, until his lips were just above her soaked panties. So as not to stop the gentle rhythm of his fingers within her, he took his other hand and slipped his fingers beneath the left-frontal side of her panties. His impulses drove him to have the desire to simply tear them off, but his sensitive nature did not allow him to do so, and he instead slowly pulled them off, looking up at her with a lust in his eyes while he kissed and subtlely licked just above his goal. As they slipped from her burning thighs it was easy for him to pull them off the remainder of the way, followed by an expert flick of his wrist sending them across the room so that she may not easily retrieve them.

Finally... he thought with an inner-sigh of pleasure. He gently pulled his fingers from her and slid his arms under her thighs, resting his hands on her lower tummy. His tongue made no delay, and immediately draped itself up her flower--from bottom to top, ending at her clit. He repeated this again and again, hoping that she would respond well to the generous offering of his tongue.

Camellia was still asleep at the table in the Arboretum, softly snoring in her drunken sleep. The fact everyone left, and the taps were turned off missed her compleatly.

The Sprite who nudged her and spoke into her ear, was also lost. Even if she wasn't an actual german, her upbringing instilled enough germanic habits, that when asleep, Camellia was likened to a log. The only response was a half unintellagble mumble.

"Naw mom... I don't want to take..." She groaned in her sleep as she turned her face away from the sprite and the words degenerated into slurred sounds.

"Hiya." Kiyoe gave a light wave to Akira and Ichiro as they entered and took seats, then turned to respond to Caine. Grinning proudly, she said, "They'd better not be. I designed this body myself. I like to think I did a good job."

Absently, she started running her hand through some strands of hair that hung down over the front of her shoulder. She added, "Especially the hair. I love the hair..." Thoughtfully, she looked up and glanced between Caine and Akira, "... though both of you have really nice hair, too. I'm starting to think the Shosa just chose the crew based on how good their hair is."

Ichiro waved back, a little preoccupied with his drawing. He held it so no one could see it unless they got close.

Caine chuckled and looked her body over and nodded in agreement with her and reached out and ran his fingers through her hair as well. "Then you did a great job." he said with a slight grin at her before running his fingers along her side for a moment as if feeling her body for flaws. "I think it's more a coincidence than anything." Caine said as he pulled his fingers back and clasped them behind his head and arched back some, thrusting his chest out as he stretched his back and shoulders.

"I came from the Pisces station and directly into that party so I haven't had a chance to relax yet so this feels good." he said. "How about you?" he turned to both Kiyoe and Akira. "Where did you guys come from respectively?"