bakerstreet | the bj meme

"A woman courting a man in my time is highly unconventional, within itself." Vanessa does, however, move to stand, crossing the small distance between their chairs, standing before him.

"But no, I doubt you will be disappointed. If you are, it will be a fault with you, not myself."

He didn't particularly care if it was strange where she was from, or even if it was common where he was from. All that mattered was where they were right now... an impossible, frustrating and hostile fairy world. Anything went.

Javik sat up, but didn't stand when she approached, looking up at her a moment before lowering his head again. Many species, he'd learned, interpreted that as a show of supplication. Among his kind, however, it was a show of aggression and a challenge. "Then proceed."

"Planning on being an observer?" She doubts he is; but when she allows this side of her out, there is an aggression she doesn't let out, elsewhere. Reaching lean fingers out, she brushes along the ridges of his head, testing out the reaction, tracking down along the side of his face.

"I assume you will be vocal enough to let me know what you like? Or shall I have to merely guess at it?" A quirk of an eyebrow, and then she is moving to press herself into his lap.

Javik simply hummed in response to her first question, head lifting only slightly when she laid her hand on him. Touch, even when intimate, always put him on edge at first. It was a byproduct of being born and raised in war, but given time and alcohol he'd relax.

Luckily for Vanessa, she'd given him both.

He leaned back to accommodate her, hands moving the armrests rather than her. "That depends entirely upon your performance."

"Most would call that poor form, you know." Vanessa smirks, but doesn't stop what she is doing, her fingers sliding along his shoulders, down his chest. He is more alien than most she has ever been with--but then again, she rarely attempts seduction. The creature inside of her rarely wants that, rarely allows for her to do much more than to claim, and demand and change.

"But I doubt you care what 'most' say." She closes the distance between them, pressing her lips to his, shifting her hips, rolling them against his.

"You would be correct." Anything else he had to say on the matter was stopped when she kissed him, finally prompting his hands into action. Ordinarily he might show more restraint, make her work harder for it, but - for once, he'd rather indulge just a little.

For now, he placed his hands on her sides, just above her hips, while returning her kiss. His tongue slid out across her lower lip, before retreating again. She was, after all, supposed to be seducing him.

It is different, kissing him; she has not kissed many people in her life. For all she may appear, she does not have the most experience--especially when un-possessed. But she knows what it means to have a kiss returned, and regardless if his lips are different, his tongue as well, she accepts it happily. Letting out a soft sound, she opens her mouth, sliding her tongue into his mouth, more than willing to taste his depths.

Her hands move to slide over his chest, fingers working to open his shirt. Seduction is one thing, but patience is another.

Javik accepted her advance, tongue meeting hers without hesitation. He could taste the wine they'd share, and more than that, her. His own tongue was a rougher texture, sharply pointed, but otherwise just as agile.

He didn't often dress in anything aside from his armor and undersuit, rarely wanting to expose himself to anything. Even during Samhain, he wore his undersuit beneath whatever costume he resigned himself to, a safe layer between himself and alien contact. At the moment, he was thankful he'd dressed down, so to speak. Vanessa would not find skin under his shirt, but hard chitin to match the crest of his head.

Once the chitin is revealed, Vanessa hesitates for a brief second. The feeling reminds her the creature that had perused her, with it's protective layer over hieroglyphics. But Javik is not he, so she presses her palms flat against his chest, moving her hands down, interested in his reaction.

There are breaks in the natural armor, red skin to match his throat, where the rest matched his face. He reacted only when she touched those parts of him, as the chitin provided very little feedback for him. Sitting up a little straighter, he removed his shirt entirely, placing his hands back down on her hips.

Whatever the reason for her hesitation, Javik didn't question it. He tilted his head slightly to kiss her chin, her jaw, her throat.

Vanessa notices the difference, letting her fingers longer at this breaks, thumbs pressing into the skin, rolling, raking nails slightly. She lets out a soft sound when he starts to press his lips to her neck; he didn't ask. He knows what he wants, and has the confident to try without asking. It sets something rolling in her, something dark and needful.

With the shirt off, Vanessa lets one hand trail lower, pressing between them, towards the front of his pants; this is part exploration, of course, for he isn't human. The differences are what make this better.

He focused on her neck, teeth grazing across skin occasionally before being replaced by his lips again. His breath was hot, and came quicker the more her fingers worked past his armor, physical or otherwise.

Javik paused when her hand went south, giving a brief smile against her throat and a low rumble of consent. That chitin went all the waydown, and even through the fabric Vanessa would be able to tell that... something was missing. At least, compared to a human, he appeared to be lacking a key component to this encounter.

Vanessa blinks for a moment, her voice coming out breathless when she does feel indeed...nothing. There is a hint of amusement in her voice, despite the difference. "You have either been emasculated," which she very much doubts the case, "Or you are a puzzle box that I must solve." She moves her hands up to his shoulders, and starts to push off.

"Luckily for you, I've always enjoyed such things."

Dropping to give him another kiss, she lets it linger for a moment, before slipping to her knees between his legs, looking up. "I suppose I will simply have to see, won't I?"

Javik tipped his chin up to follow her kiss, lowering it again to watch her movement. No matter his haughty words and challenges, the moment she went to her knees he felt the quick stab of desire, heat flooding between his legs. He didn't even want to consider how long it had been, but, he might not be that difficult of a puzzle box for her.

It was a moment before he found the words to speak, fingers curling on the arm rests. "The solution depends entirely on how clever you are, baroness."

Despite the obvious ache in his chest and groin, he still kept his voice steady, and one hand as it came undo the first of the buttons to his pants.

"If you doubt my cleverness, my dear, then you don't know me well at all."

Vanessa, for her part, feels her heart racing; she has not done this, before. For all her seemingly worldliness, she had never come close to such a thing. Too many times sex has been quick, abortive, or ruled by things within her, not herself. Let her first act of pure control be one focused on another, and not herself.

When his hand moves to open his pants, she moves her hands to help, deft fingers undoing the fastens before peeling them away. Hands press against hip bones, thumbs dipping underneath the material, pushing it down.

Her eyes stay focused on the revealing skin, teeth biting on her own lower lip in anticipation.

He didn't bother gracing that with a response. Partly because he felt it unnecessary, but mostly because he was certain he was rapidly losing the ability to speak coherently.

Javik's hips were alien, wide and sharply angled away from his torso. The plating that covered his chest went straight down between his legs, framed by the same red flesh that lined his throat. Just as she'd felt nothing, there was still nothing to see, unless she traced the vertical break in his plating at the groin.

He was well aware of how clever she was, so he kept his hands to himself, waiting for her to puzzle it out. For the moment, his body was tense, but that would fade with time.

Once Vanessa got the pants open, she tugged them down not wishing for them to get in her way. Perhaps it was better that she had never done this before; there was no comparing between any experience before. She wondered, absently, if Javik felt odd, being the only one naked, here. But with his armor, she somehow doubted it.

Glancing up at him, her pale eyes watched his face for any reaction as she placed a palm against the smooth front of him. She could feel the slit, then, and with a thumb ran along the seam, teasing at it, interested to see if that would illicit a reaction, or if she should dip her fingers inside, knowing ery well hat is what she was looking for.

He felt more than a little exposed, though that had nothing to do with what she was or wasn't wearing. Against the chair, his sensory pits could pick out every detail - everyone that had sat here, what they'd had to drink - but none of it mattered. Every one of his senses honed in on Vanessa.

The reaction wasn't very grand, but it was telling. His lips parted, inhaling a bit more sharply than before, and his thighs tensed, toes curling against the carpet. What she was doing was fine - trying to go in after it would be painful, and unwise. To encourage her, though, he tilted his hips, keeping friction against her palm. Trying to do that without looking desperate probably wasn't possible.

"Ah..." It was the only word she said, under her breath, as she sorted it all out. Due to her nature, she could sense things, as well, the changes in him, desire, especially. The draw, the tug and pull. But for once, it didn't feel so heady and dangerous. It felt--

--she didn't know. She had never known what it should feel like, in a normal creature.

Still, she dropped her eyes down once more, and on a whim, leaned forward, and removed her hand, only to slide her tongue along the slit in a long lick.

All of the air rushed out of his lungs, and for half a moment he felt ready to pass out, as if every last drop of blood in his body went rushing between his legs. He spread his thighs, trying to alleviate the pressure in his groin as he swelled, eager for her tongue.

Javik hissed when he inhaled, and Vanessa's bold whim was rewarded. The plating parted, and his cock slid free, slick and growing harder by the second.

He watched her, eyes heavily lidded, still keeping his hands firmly in place on the armrests.

Vanessa pulled back, eyes widening slightly when she saw Javik's cock finally come into view. She wondered if the alien knew that she had never done this before--with anyone. Still, she is a creature that delves to the bottom of all things. So the nuances of this should not be difficult for her, hopefully.

"You can touch me, you know."

The words are spoken quietly, even as she wrapped a hand around his length, giving it one firm stroke, thumb sliding along the bottom vein.

He didn't know - not yet. Her invitation to touch her would put an end to any guesses he might have about her experience, or lack thereof. Javik hesitated, thighs tensing again as she stroked him, taking a moment to recover from that surge of pleasure through his body. The underside of his cock was lined with subdermal plating, just under the crown down to the base. It was flexible still, but noticeably different.

Wordlessly, he finally moved his hands, first to her arms and then up her neck, fingers smoothing over her jaw. While he touched her, he read her, mapping out her nervous system, her impulses, her past experiences - and it made him still. Amunet was a different creature within her, not active now, but definitely had been in... certain situations.

"You do not have to do this." Possibly the most ridiculous thing anyone could ever say with a woman like Vanessa kneeling between their legs, but there it was. She should be with another human, perhaps. Something familiar and safe, and not slightly drunk and challenging.

"I don't, no." Vanessa glances up at him, leaning into his touch slightly. She can tell that he knows, now. But he should also know that she wants to have an experience that isn't touched by Amunet, for once. Something pure; something she chooses, away from the twisted desires of that creature. She wants to not feel guilty over something, for once in her life.

Let Javik be that choice. For all their differences, something within him calls to her, in a way that the men who call to Amunet, do not.

"But I wish to."

It is her choice, with no other's behind it.

She is nervous, but there is a strange sort of confidence bolstering her, as well. If she fails, at least she tried. Leaning forward, she runs her tongue along the head of his cock, savoring the strange new taste, the sensation. After a moment, she finally takes the tip within her mouth, slowly working her way down.

While he couldn't pick up on her exact thoughts, the emotion was still there, her intentions easy to parse. Relationships, physical or otherwise, had always seemed strange to him, and he never understood how it could be a choice like this. But there was no denying what she wanted, and it was her choice.

If he'd had a verbal reply, it evaporated when he felt her tongue on his cock, then her lips. The hesitation and nervousness radiated from her, but they were easily dismissed. Javik's jaw clenched for a moment, before he let himself relax, fingers tangling her hair so he didn't wind up squeezing her throat. He let her go at her own pace, watching her closely and ready to guide her if need be.

He doubted very much he'd have to give much input - the deep groan that welled up in his chest ought be encouragement enough.

It is still a very strange sensation; but the encouragement of the hand in her hair, and the sound from his throat spurred her on. It took her a moment, but eventually she gained a sort of rhythm, with her hand moving in time with her mouth upon his cock.

There was a sort of power in this, in truth. It wasn't the same as the way Amunet dominated the men she slept with--this was something more mutual. She controlled the pace, while giving him pleasure. She...liked it. To be selfless, and somehow selfish, in turn.

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