Binary Love (18+)

Attraction *NSFW*

Nova lent against the white panelling, rolling her shoulders back and forth, trying to loosen the tight muscles around her neck. The sleek walls of the lift chilled her heated skin. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes.

It felt good.

As the tension left her body, it made her aware of how on edge she must have been. With the revelations from today, it was clear that the situation was far more complicated than she ever could of imagined.

"Whenever we uncover something new, why do I feel like we're taking two steps forward and one step back?" She whispered.

The gentle caress of a claw ran up the side of her face, before slowly tucking some stray hair behind an ear.

Nova opened her eyes to see Mark gazing down at her. He was so tall and broad that he blocked out the overhead lighting, encasing her in his protective shadow. As always, his piercing blue eyes captivated her.

By the stars, how is he so handsome?

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.

Nova shook her head. "I'd rather just rest and think about it tomorrow, to be honest. I don't think I'm cut out for all of this adventure and espionage business."

"Oh? From what I remember, your performance in The Mayflower was something to behold." Mark's voice was smooth and rich; like an aged red wine, filled with flavour. A woman could get drunk off of a voice like that. It hinted at a good time with plenty of mischief.

Nova bit her bottom lip.

"My performance? I seem to recall you being the one most invested with this evenings entertainment."

A self confident chuff was all the warning she had before Mark gently cupped her face between both hands and swooped in for a stolen kiss. It was fast and hot, with the subtle flavour of mint, drawing out her gasped moans. He ran his tongue against her lips, tasting her and teasing her, before he pulled away.

He flashed his teeth in a rakish grin - Nova would have called it a smile if it didn't look so wild and devious - while his thumb trailed against her plump mouth. The look of adoration in his eyes made her heart beat faster in her chest.

"You know, we could always pick up where we left off. Before we were so rudely interrupted, that is..." He twiddled a small lock of her hair between his fingers, tugging on the strands lightly, as if coaxing her to play. Mark watched her reactions closely under heavy lids, gauging her response.

Her breath hitched.

With an assertive tilt of her head, Nova bared the slope of her neck, peering up at him with large, elongated eyes. She gradually brought up her hand - so small, and delicate in comparison to his - and leisurely ran her fingertips along his strong jawline.

Trailing her way up, she enjoyed the way his silken fur brushed against her skin, before she reached for his pierced ear. Her touch was too gentle at first; the pointed lupine ear would spontaneously flick away whenever she grazed his metal earrings.

Determined, she caught the helix of his ear, then began to massage the velvety, sensitive skin.

Mark leant over, releasing a throaty, guttural growl against her exposed throat. The sudden weight of his hips pressed against her, the heat of his body seeped through her cloths, warming her stomach. He smelt of a heady combination of testosterone and sex; a delicious mix that made her mouth water and her thighs clench in anticipation.

When his hot, rough tongue licked at the space just behind her ear, Nova could feel his body suddenly tense and shiver against her.

"You still have that scent on you. Fuck, you smell good." Mark rasped as he filled his lungs, while his claws slid down the nape of her neck.