Rille had left.
It had been only moments after she'd slathered his neck in her human sex juice, and Kaesso was a bit put out.
She hadn't even bothered to remove his restraints so he could taste it.
It was probably some power play, retribution for his tasting her mouth without permission or some other nonsense. After all, if he was going to spend a month in residence with her, surely the pirate would give him access to every piece of her delectable body.
His imagination, spurred by the unexpected sentence he'd earned in this prison of his, was quick to think of all the ways he could get to know the alien. His dick was quick to agree.
Kaesso sighed, watching his own sexual organ suspended outside of his body. It wasn't often that he could see it, appreciate it, given that he was normally thrusting it into some lucky woman. He didn't need to pleasure himself when there was a figurative queue outside his bedroom door.
Now, however, was a different story.
When was that fucking human going to get back anyway? She had excused herself with only the explanation that she needed to "update the crew on a change of plans". What did that even mean? Surely she had been gone long enough to address them all? It couldn't be that large of a ship to have evaded the turian military's notice for so long.
Little did he know, but Rille had only been gone a minute or so.
The captain, of course, had known exactly what she was doing when she left her prisoner the way he was. She even dawdled a bit as she dressed and prepared to speak with her crew members. How to explain the month-long delay between jobs?
And worse, how to explain the ban on this sector of space? The turians were, after all, the enemy. Several of her staff had made faces when she'd ordered they bring the unconscious alien aboard. The ones who hadn't made faces had still made their displeasure known in other ways.
Rille's first officer, Lin Dozorsk, had been the most vehement opposition. Unlike the captain, who had an insatiable curiosity about the unknown, Lin was entirely against experimentation and exploration. Getting her to agree to raid in turian airspace had been one of the hardest things Rille had ever done.
Getting her to agree to bring one of the bastards on board had been a close second.
She had been appeased by two guarantees: first, if the alien somehow managed to escape his bonds, he wouldn't be able to fly the human ship given its "dated" technology compared to the other race's vessels; and second, if he turned on them, they could always just shoot him—with a gun, or out of an escape pod into deep space.
But now she had to convince Lin that her curiosity—and craving for sex—was more important than their livelihood. Except she couldn't just come out and say it like that.
It was for this reason that Kaesso was left alone for so long, still strapped into the floor of the pirate's new makeshift bedchamber.
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When she returned, the turian had fairly fallen asleep. His head lolled to the side, so alike to her own species that her breath caught. Not that Rille blamed him, of course. It had been a strange day for the alien.
Suddenly she realized that she didn't even know his name.
Kneeling in front of him, Rille watched the sleeping man. In slumber, his face appeared more serene despite the hard lines and rough edges of his alien anatomy. She was most intrigued by the long slender plates that seemed to flow from the back of his jaw down past his chin. They seemed so strange yet sort of beautiful.
Then there was his overall physique. Although she didn't have any idea what "average" looked like for his species, the pirate was still pleased with his physical appearance. The muscles hidden beneath the curving plates promised strength, sure and steadfast. Carefully she reached out, placing her bare palm on his bare chest.
A swift and firm heartbeat thundered inside.
"I see you've seen fit to grace me with your presence once more."
Rille's eyes jerked up as her hand remained in place, her gaze locking with the nameless alien's. For the first time she noticed the red streaks that marked his face, like he'd been imprinted. The plate just beneath his left eye had been dyed crimson, along with the lower right half of his face.
"You know," he continued, "it isn't very civilized of you to leave me here for so long."
The human nodded slightly without dropping her eyes. "And for that, I apologize," she demurred. "And in the spirit of civilization, would you be so kind as to tell me your name?"
One of the plates above his eyes jumped. "You expect me to provide you with intelligence when I have received none in return?"
"Fine," she replied icily. "My name is Rille, I'm the captain of this vessel; and you, my prisoner, are getting on my nerves."
"No last name?" he asked, feigning innocence. Though, in all honesty, the look rather suited him in the human's opinion. The contrast between his badass behavior and the pretended naivety proved a delicious combination.
She shrugged, feigning indifference to the man and to her own emotions. "My parents didn't stick around long enough to give me one."
His expression turned serious once more as he regarded her words and her face.
"I am Kaesso Olymdas, officer in the turian military." He kept it brief, concerned about revealing too much to this mysteriously alluring enemy, though his tone was cavalier.
The woman nodded slowly. "Kaesso," she repeated slowly, seemingly rolling the sounds of his name in her mouth. "Kaesso Olymdas," she said softly, a smile now crawling across her lips. "Well, Kaesso, it is a pleasure to meet you. The pleasure is all mine, I assure you."
He blinked once before drawling, "Not for long, I imagine. Pleasure is a two-way track."
Tilting her head one way and then the other, Rille considered this. "Perhaps. Only time will tell. I imagine we may be the first human-turian pair to travel that track together."
Kaesso snorted, mandibles clutching his face. "I am positive you are correct on that count."
Reaching down between his legs, the raven-haired human maintained eye contact. She did so slowly, inexorably, tauntingly. "Well then, in the name of science, we'll just have to push ourselves to the limit." When her fingers gripped the loop that would release him from the floor restraints, she paused. "But first, a shower: you smell like a brothel."
The loosened cord released the turian who fell backwards for a moment, until Rille caught his shoulder. Then she leaned toward him once more, his cowl pressed into her abdomen, so she could reach behind and untie his arms.
Having done so, she straightened once more, observing the freed man.
For a moment, he remained on the ground, flexing his arms and testing his legs. And then he, too, stood, her gaze following the ascent of him.
The alien towered over her, eliciting a reaction from her thudding heart. Rille hoped he would be as good—and bad—as she wanted.
"My, but that feels marvelous," he purred, drawing her attention to the physical world once more. "Now, about that shower—"
"Right back there," she pointed toward the corner, determined to retain control of the situation despite his hulking mass and attractive voice; it was like she could feel him speaking.
And he was speaking in all the right ways.
"I'll follow you," she continued, her voice nearly cracking.
Kaesso raised another brow plate but said nothing. He simply walked forward until, back to his enemy, he reached the small doorway.
His training and instincts were bristling at the unwise position he'd placed himself in. Yet his mind had asserted itself over them, somehow knowing that to present himself as though the woman was not a threat was the best course of action.
The door didn't budge upon approach.
But he noticed a dial pad on the wall next to it, a light in the corner shining dull yellow.
Rille's voice came from mere steps behind him. "Allow me." She came around him, uncomfortably close. He knew she was testing his boundaries, pushing him into unknown territory. A low growl started emanating from his secondary vocals, the only movement made by his frozen body.
She acted as though nothing had happened.
Soon enough the door was open and she motioned for him to enter. Kaesso stopped two steps before the threshold.
The woman wanted him to enter an unknown space, fully conscious, with no guarantee that she would open the door for him again? For all her talk of arrangements, this seemed a highly convenient way to dispose of him with little to no effort on her part.
So, he bargained.
"Surely I'm not the only one who needs a rinse," Kaesso began. "Besides, it would be much more enjoyable to share, not to mention more efficient. After all, water must be hard to come by for you and your crew." He hoped his voice sounded sufficiently sultry, and not pleading.
"Perhaps," she allowed once more. Rille stepped toward him again, their bodies separated by a breath. "But I think I need a little more convincing," she murmured, looking up into his face with wide emerald eyes, her hands clasped primly behind her back.
Turning to face her, the turian reached out with one hand, rhythmically tucking his talon under the hem of her shirt and flicking it back out each time. His black gaze dropped to her feet, covered by thick boots with heavy laces and shining brackets. Tucked into these were a lackluster pair of pants that hung loose off her body. Well, loose everywhere except her torso. Here they hugged her, pulled tight and low by a deep red piece of fabric which served as a belt, revealing the uppermost part of her hip bones which stretched her sunrise skin taut. Her midsection was bare, exposing the firm planes of her stomach until the bottom edge of her top took over. This hovered several inches away from her flesh, the rest of the cloth band pressing into the human's upper chest, clinging to her breasts. Both hems were straight lines, cutting perpendicular to her body. Her shoulders and neck were also naked, save for a string of eight circles etched into the skin below her collarbone, each a different size, two encircled by rings. Kaesso stretched out his other hand to rub the pad of his thumb against these.
Rille sucked in a sharp breath, shivering.
And he smiled.
"How emotionally attached to this clothing are you?" Kaesso asked, weighing the risk of ripping them off her body without permission. Had she been anyone other than his slave master, he would have done so in less than a heartbeat.
Immediately her hand circled his wrist, halting the recurrent movement. "Don't even think about it," she hissed through gritted teeth, holding tight until he met her eyes. These were flashing passionately, but not with desire.
Miserably, Kaesso looked down, wondering if he would let her "force" him past the tiny door and into the spirits-forsaken room beyond, or if he was willing to fight the puny creature.
"Although you've made a grave miscalculation," she continued, her voice now as light as it had been during their earlier conversation, "you've managed to convince me." And without another word, she pulled off her shirt, using both hands to lift the tube of fabric over her head and free her breasts. Then she bent down (her chest bouncing most prettily), eased off her boots, and stripped off her pants.
When she straightened, she was as nude as he was.
But not as aroused.
Kaesso knew his mouth was gaping open just enough to be impolite, but he couldn't seem to help himself. Never had a woman so disarmed him. If only the humans had discovered the mass relay a generation earlier, he could have been bedding their women as long as he'd been bedding anyone.
With a sensual smirk, she lightly shoved his shoulder, driving him back toward the door frame. He stumbled once, then continued his slow walk backward, all thought of tactical maneuvers chased from his mind.
There remained room only for the captivating body in front of him.
With no help from the turian, the shower was soon running, rain pouring onto their heads. Rille lathered soap in her hands then reached up to stroke the back of his neck, scrubbing away the residue left by her first ride. The gesture pressed her entire body against his and, almost mechanically, Kaesso placed ginger hands on her body, slowly treading across her skin. He was mesmerized, like his manhood had been veritably charmed by the seductress.
Until the back of his head began to smart. At this he jerked upright, owning his full height and putting the offending spot out of reach from the woman bathing him. "That hurts," he explained shortly, rubbing his neck with a palm. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Rille protested. "It's just soap."
"Ah, but soap for your species, isn't it? The researchers at the Citadel had wondered which protein chirality your species used. Now it seems we've already solved one scientific mystery: you all are a levo-protein species."
The human looked confused. "What does that even mean?"
Folding his arms, Kaesso put on his best intimidating face. "Well, I'm no scientist but I am a dextro-protein person, myself, so you and I are going to be inherently allergic to each other's products. And possibly to each other, period." This last part was added almost as an afterthought, and they both considered this.
"That may put a damper on our arrangement. I wouldn't like it if you were to become ill or anything," Rille finally said, her arms mirroring his.
The turian cocked his head, glancing down at the woman whose fierceness lay hidden beneath the surface. He hadn't expected her to care about the effects this would have on him. Surely she would be most concerned about her own wellbeing.
She was looking away, still pondering the complication which had materialized. With her own attention diverted elsewhere, Kaesso took the opportunity to ravish her with his gaze. Her tensed shoulders caused her folded arms to press against the bottom edge of the breasts which adorned her chest, the strange peaks of these visible just beside her fists.
Lower plates shifting with the meager suggestion of undiscovered sexual forays, the man had one thought only: fuck the allergic reaction.
"I don't care," he whispered aloud just before pulling her toward him and twisting to iron her body between his own and the slick wall. Kaesso stooped to loop his tongue around one point of her breasts, pressing his teeth against Rille's skin with the barest hint of pressure.
But already he could feel his neck protesting, still displeased with the unexpected foreign soap. The uncomfortable position was not one he could maintain for long, and he wasn't ready to slacken his oral grip on her chest.
So, instead, he grabbed her ass with both hands and boosted her up until her neck was level with his head. "This is better," he growled, never losing contact with the blessed anatomy. It was like an intercom switch, or the turnkey for a financial transaction. "What do you call this, anyway?" he asked gruffly, voice muffled as he continued to lap at her body.
Rille was breathless, the words rushing out of her senselessly. "My nipple." Her triceps now rested on his shoulders, elbows bent so she could grasp his fringe—it was the closest handhold she could find. Legs wrapping around him, the woman clutched herself to him, eyes squeezed shut, afraid he would drop her the full meter to the ground. His slippery skin, made wet by the shower water, rubbed against her mound in a way that was both pleasing and disappointing.
Her own skin was wet, but her sex was not.
That was when she felt something probe her entrance.
Jerking against him, her green eyes flew open as she tried to pull away from the uninvited guest. Rille successfully moved upward several inches, clenching the man's face with her boob, and he nearly bit her.
She breathed heavily once more.
Then it happened again.
"What the fuck!" she cried, forgetting her precarious situation and reaching one hand down between her legs, feeling for the criminal party.
Rille's hand closed around what could only be described as a penis. Though it was thicker and impossibly longer than any she had before encountered, she knew a cock when she felt one. Probably better than when she saw one.
"What the fuck," she repeated, her eyes demanding answers from her partner.
He was still engrossed with her nipple.
Angrily she shoved his face away from her body, wrenching his wrapped tongue off her in the most erotic fashion. Kaesso also dropped her, surprised as he was by the sudden rejection. The human managed to catch herself, though she had to grip both the shower knob and his arm to keep her balance in the bathroom deathtrap.
"What's wrong?" he asked blearily, his eyes still hazy with stimulation.
"I'm not ready," she stated, clearly peeved with him—though he still had no idea why exactly.
The turian leaned back from her a bit, the opposite brow plate arched. "You're 'not ready'," he repeated, mentally trying to calculate the issue at hand. He came up empty handed. "But you're the one who agreed to join me in the shower. You had to know what I meant." Once more Kaesso folded his arms, unwilling to surrender his position.
Scoffing, the woman tossed her hair. Or tried to. The strands had been plastered to her body and refused to budge more than an inch across her skin. Rille scowled at this before explaining in a voice usually reserved for children and small animals, "Yes, mentally I was ready, but physically, my body has to build up its natural lubricant before you can put your dick inside of me. Obviously." She rolled her eyes, trying to pretend away the genuine fear she had felt for one sick moment.
Kaesso stared at her, incredulous. "'Natural lubricant'," he recited, an unasked question hanging in the air. Until "How does that work?" he voiced it.
Also incredulous, Rille's thought process stuttered. "What do you mean? You guys don't need lube?"
Deliberately, the man shook his head, water cascading off the sides of his face. "That word makes no sense to me in this context. Lube is for synthetics, not organics."
Lifting her forehead to the fountain above, she felt a wave of water tumble over her face and a rush of relief wash over her mind. He wasn't trying to assault me, she reassured herself. It all made sense now. "In order for sex to work—for humans anyway—the female has to be properly lubricated, or 'wet', before penetration can occur. Otherwise, it can be highly painful." Rille grimaced, remembering the times she had experienced this.
"I see," the turian replied, flinching in turn as well. "My apologies. I had no idea, Rille."
When he said her name, she froze. Something about his tone, his voice, was irresistible. It was like there was an almost audible echo attached to his accent, one she hadn't noticed until he said the word her subconscious most longed to hear.
He continued speaking, either oblivious or unconcerned with her sudden immobility. "How do we promote this 'natural lubrication', then?"
Rille giggled in spite of herself. This wasn't a conversation she had expected to have, least of all with a fearsome killer alien. "I mean, it isn't hard if you know what you're doing. It happens naturally when I get turned on. You were actually on the right track before your cock made an uninvited, early appearance." She shrugged, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks: it really wasn't much of an explanation.
The man watched her for a long moment after she finished speaking, his formidable frame unmoving. Then Kaesso spoke, "That doesn't give me much to go on, you know."
Again she shrugged. "Well, one thing that's usually a good idea is for the man to go down on the woman." This suggestion generated no outward response, so she tried again. "You know, oral sex?"
Still, nothing.
With a sigh, the human realized she would have to use language that was a little more graphic. "What you were just doing to my boob? Do that to my sex. I'll be wet in no time." Rille felt her blush deepen.
It wasn't like she'd never had a guy eat her out before, but it wasn't something she usually had to request so descriptively. And it hadn't even been that descriptive.
Now the turian reacted, his side face plates stretching outward as his mouth bowed open into a smile. "I think I can manage that," he purred. "Let's do it."
"Then kneel," the woman commanded before she lost control of her voice.
Kaesso tilted his head to one side, a challenge lingering in his eyes as he stared her down, stared down at her. "I think not," came the rumbling response. He stepped toward her once to close the distance between them, but Rille did the same, her bare back meeting the bathroom wall sooner than she would have liked.
At that moment, the human felt nearly paralyzed with panic, as though the man before her would overpower her just like the memories that threatened to crash from her mind into her heart. They were the reason she had jumped into this buccaneer's life without a second thought, without consideration for the consequences. All Rille had needed to know was that she couldn't be harmed that way here, surrounded as she was by her supportive and protective crew.
Had she summoned the very same monster she had fled all those years ago, all because of her damned curiosity?
She knew the fear was flashing in her wide eyes, but she was powerless to prevent it.
To prevent him.
One moment Rille's hands were splayed against the wall, spine pressed as flat as possible, as she tried to force her body and mind away from the impending nightmare; the next, her skin felt like it had been skinned, something hard and roughly spherical pressed into her stomach, and she was nearly overcome with vertigo.
The floor was so much farther away than it had been a split second before.
"Hold on," she heard a muffled voice say from below, "I'm going to stand again."
Confusion having taken over all other emotion, the woman looked down and tried to make sense of what she saw.
Kaesso had somehow, in the blink of an eye, knelt at her feet then placed her knees over his shoulders. That was why her back had slid so uncomfortably across the wall. And then he was rising, faster than she could compensate for, causing her head to crash into the ceiling.
"Ow, shit!" she exclaimed, now slumped into the corner where the wall met the roof.
Beneath her the man cringed, and she felt the sudden waver throughout her body. "Apologies," he murmured, his face now pressed more tightly against her drenched body. Rille felt him wiggle against her stomach before he continued, "But I wasn't about to kneel before my mortal enemy." Without intending to, the human grinned at the humor.
Then he was lifting her even farther into the air and against the ceiling, forcing her body to contort at the shoulders. She was about to complain at the discomfort.
Until she felt something brush the edge of her pussy.
Rille gasped, her hands involuntarily gripping the closest handhold—the turian's fringe.
The rough touch returned, sliding down the side of one thigh and up the other. A sigh shuddered through her body.
Again her sex was assaulted in the best way possible, Kaesso's tongue licking from asshole to clitoral hood, urging all of her anatomy to prepare for a climb.
"Fuck," she breathed, pulling herself closer around him, even biting her teeth around the tip of his head crest. "You sure you've never done this before?" Rille managed to ask, heaving deep breaths in the middle of the question.
Bad idea. His tongue retreated in order for the turian to answer.
"Positive," he assured her. "But I can promise you this won't be the last." The heat in his voice was another turn on, making its way from her ears, down her panting throat, and into her core.
Normally she would have been embarrassed at how quickly he had gotten her juices flowing. But, in her defense, he was no normal man.
Human tongues will forever be second-best, some corner of her mind that was not sex-crazed realized forlornly.
Kaesso continued to tongue her, lapping in and out of her vagina, lapping the outer- and inner-edges of her lips, looping around her clitoris. He felt his own arousal begin to grow and lengthen, its earlier reprimand having cast him out of sight. Now, though, its head slipped from between his lower plates, in search of something to satiate his hunger. His mandibles were digging into the creases where her legs met her torso, a minor pain that each of them experienced in a different way.
But the pain was pleasure in its own right.
As he developed a rhythm, Rille soon followed his lead. Her hands mimicked the motions of his tongue, gripping and scratching down his neck and back. It was more erotic than the turian would have imagined, but it was still never enough.
Both of them felt some measure of discomfort, despite the pleasure that continued to grow within—and without—them.
Then Kaesso had an idea.
Without warning, he gripped the human's waist and, stepping away from the wall, placed her unsteadily back on the tile. As she slipped back down to the ground, his thumbs slid up her body until they rested against the bottom curve of her shapely breasts. The sight of her was something else. He froze to admire the view.
Rille's upper body was significantly drier now, compared to her lower legs which had been left hanging in the shower stream. Her hair, beginning to frizz, was rumpled and scrunched, pressed in odd directions thanks to her limited range of motion next to the ceiling. Her breasts looked like they were in need of attention, plump and tight and heavy, their nipples (Kaesso reminded himself of the title) erect and staring longingly at him. The insides of her thighs were bright red, rubbed raw against the side of his face, providing a beautiful trio of contrast: pink and cream and dark, all centered at the apex of her legs.
Involuntarily his tongue darted out of his mouth, an artifact of evolution. He knew there was no need to taste the air, but spirits his body wanted never to stop tasting this fine creature.
He took all this in during the space of one turian heartbeat, and then lifted Rille once more, turning himself 180 degrees until his back was up against the wall and turning her body 180 degrees until she was upside down.
Although she had no inclination as to his intentions, her body automatically responded, her legs bending at the hip and knee as her ankles crossed, forming a right angle just behind his neck. Kaesso supported her suspended body as well, one hand gripping her shoulder while the other fondled her chest—he had no doubt he could multitask, and her safety would never be in question.
Then he felt the human's small hands grasp his hips and he knew she was in agreement with the sudden change of stance. He smiled again, smug at his own ingenuity.
Kaesso's head jerked forward when her mouth slipped over the head of his penis. Her lips were like a gift from the Goddess herself. "Fuck," the word escaped his mouth, feeding her own sex as she milked his. The woman's tongue rasped along the top of his length until it reached the finish, ending with a loud pop.
"Two can play at this game, slave," Rille taunted him.
The lack of dual tones usually made the humans sound so much less…everything. But right now, her voice was sexuality incarnate. The turian groaned against her mound, pressing his face into her sex.
She moaned in return and slid her mouth back over his cock, sucking his very length out of him.
Soon enough, sooner than should be right, Rille knew she was close, close to climax and yet close to gagging. This latter proximity seemed to be staving off the realization of the former. Several times she nearly bit the poor man, without the protection of her lips. She moved her tongue against him, trying to force her own organ between the head of his organ and the back of her throat.
And, miraculously, it worked. She could detect no change in their outward position, yet somehow his penis wasn't taking up so much room in her mouth.
Then she remembered: if it could grow out of his body, surely it could be retracted as well. So, Rille concocted yet another experiment.
Flattening her tongue against the tip of his sword, she parried his advances and again felt its retreat. When its edge was flush with her lips, again she sucked, harder than she had at any point. Kaesso vibrated against her, inside of her sheath, and he jumped farther into her oral cavern. She felt a sensual laugh rising within her, and the turian felt the minute tremor of it as he explored her vaginal cavity.
Sensing the building pleasure of the other, each person resumed their ministrations. He invaded her channel; she conquered his forward base. She surrounded his column; he consumed her bud. They mirrored each other in movement and motion, reflected their own raving entreaties without words, and pursued the pinnacle of completion.
Until the essence of Rille dove into oblivion, careless of her companion's journey, recognizing only her own needs in that pivotal moment of intercourse. The turian knew something had happened when her fingers were clutching his ass and her inner muscles were clenching his tongue deep inside of her, over and over and over.
Slowly the convulsions came to a close, and he felt her nuzzle his dick.
No one had ever done such a thing.
And then she pressed her lips to it, creating an odd smacking sound against him.
"What was that?" he asked, mostly distracted by the unexpected gestures. But not enough to release her breast.
He couldn't see her face, but Kaesso suspected the woman was frowning when she replied, "What do you mean?"
"What you just did," he clarified. "What was that?"
Now he felt her head turn, cock against his leg even as he continued to caress her upper body and legs.
"I kissed you," Rille finally said, the confusion she felt evident in her tone. "Do you not have that in your society?"
The turian shrugged, lifting her body with his shoulders. They'd been standing—well, he'd been standing—for close to twenty minutes he estimated and he still barely felt the weight of her. "Not in my society," he pronounced with a braggish twang. "Doesn't seem to have much of a place in a good fuck, if you ask me."
He meant to portray a sense of bravado and nothing more, but inside the man knew it was a sweet thing to do. Even something he wanted to experience again. But it wasn't something he was used to receiving, let alone giving. He didn't do sweet; he just did hard and fast and fuck-that-was-good.
Surprisingly, Rille laughed. "Maybe," she allowed. "But maybe not. Seems there's still lots to teach you," she murmured as she stroked down the back of his legs and back up to his ass. "Now, you going to put me down or what? I think I'm starting to feel light-headed."
"You think?" he asked without emotion, giving her a hard time. Then, with a melancholy sigh, he liberated her breast (for now) and helped her into an upright position.
The human shrugged as she slumped against the wall, completely at ease with their naked bodies, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the air despite the ceaseless stream of water pouring over them. "It's hard to tell when you've been eaten out like that."
"'Like that'?" Kaesso repeated her words. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Again, the shrug. "Let's just say we'll have to try that again in a horizontal position, like a kinky plank or something."
Blinking slowly twice, the man stared at her. "'A kinky plank'?" he echoed once more. "Care to elaborate?"
And, once again, Rille shrugged. It would have been infuriating if she didn't look so spent—if he hadn't been the one to spend every ounce of her strength. "I'll show you sometime."