[ For a moment she's busy being not terribly impressed by his energy stores, if such a short distance teleportation of two would deplete them so much. But she's quickly distracted, far more interested in looking over him and that tattoo as his clothing is shed. She has no idea what it means, but it's fascinating to look at. Her own body has no marks of any kind, not even scars; it hadn't occurred to her people could paint on themselves permanently.
She goes back with only slight discomfort, recognizing that an exposed belly being a weak point probably doesn't apply here. Still, she props herself up on an elbow, ready with one more question — stopped only by the kiss. She's startled at first, but she's seen humans at this before. They're at it frequently, in fact. So while she's still and unresponsive at first, in a moment she tentatively parts her lips just slightly and warms up to it, trying to mirror his approach.
And whenever she gets a moment, even if only a brief one: ] You taste like the smoking sticks.
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She goes back with only slight discomfort, recognizing that an exposed belly being a weak point probably doesn't apply here. Still, she props herself up on an elbow, ready with one more question — stopped only by the kiss. She's startled at first, but she's seen humans at this before. They're at it frequently, in fact. So while she's still and unresponsive at first, in a moment she tentatively parts her lips just slightly and warms up to it, trying to mirror his approach.
And whenever she gets a moment, even if only a brief one: ] You taste like the smoking sticks.
[ You know, just in case he wanted the input. ]