Artemis gave up trying to focus on the vids they were watching the moment he had gently pulled her to his side and draped an arm over her shoulders about - hell, she doesn't even remember how many episodes of some law drama show ago. Instead, she focuses on the way his blunted talons have taken to carding aimlessly through her hair ever since she - just so happened, without any forethought whatsoever. Nope, none - removed the rubber band and let it flow loose over her shoulder. If her drifting attentions are to be trusted, then even he has lost all interest in their entertainment. That, or he often watches television with that constant, thrumming - and entirely too distracting - purr.

Her traitorous body has to be revealing just how much she loves that sounds, craves it to continue, and wishes to hear it and only it instead of the damn vid screen. Hell, she really hopes the rumors about turian senses of smell are exaggerated or she's going to have to come up with a really good excuse for why the room suddenly smells less like take out noodles and more like an aroused human female. At least, she thinks, she's not yet to the point of squirming in her pants from anticipation and need. That will be an awfully awkward explanation to give.

Would she have the speed to escape the apartment and building before he asks? Because something tells her that 'I have to pee' won't be a good enough excuse to run to the bathroom and try to clean off with cold water from the sink.

She just really doesn't want to mess this up. Her intentions or not, her friendship with him means so much more than wanting something else that he isn't wanting to give. Question is, can she stop calm herself down enough to enjoy what he will give her or is she about to ruin everything with the building fluttering in her lower belly?

"Are you alright?" His voice snaps her out of her thoughts with a dumbfounded 'huh?' but he doesn't dwell on her obvious lack of attention. Instead, he smiles down to her and leans closer. She thinks it's just so he can be heard better, but when he speaks again, her mind reels at uncalled-for wishes. "Would you rather do something else?"

Yes, please!

That's not helping…

"Uh…" It's all she can say as her eyes lock onto his honey-golden eyes and she smiles with a giddy tenderness. God, what she'd do to this man. Wait… that isn't helping either, Artemis. Think about something else! "Sorry?" She clears her throat and leans forward to get a drink from her soda, trying again. "Sorry, Li. I guess I'm just sleepy."

She cringes inwardly at the fact that he could take that as she wants to leave him, but all she really wants is to lay in his arms and snuggle up to see just how warm a turian can be when bundled up together under thick blankets. Could they stave away the ever present chill of Noveria together?

Really need to stop thinking about that, she reprimands once again before sitting back again. She's shocked to feel his arm still there, even moving lower to rest on her shoulders, and instantly shoots up to spin and gaze at the welcome limb. Her eyes widen and snap between his arm and his face, lips dropping when she recognizes the slight frown on his features.

"Ah. I'm sorry, Artemis," he says as he moves his arm from her side of the couch and she jumps, hands snatching the limb from air and pushing it back in place where it belongs.

"Nono. Don't… don't move, okay?" She smiles and moves to sit back, shifting just enough to press her back against his side. Leaning against him, she wiggles to give into her need to snuggle and hopes he understands.

She knows he does when his arm lowers to hold her close and his second voice deepens to a rolling thrum. Artemis fights her shiver and clenches her abdominal muscles against the ache for him. She's a grown ass woman and her body is reacting like a damn teenager high on hormones and high school crushes, and, while that can be a unique experience to share again after so long without that sort of spark, she can't be sure he even feels the same. How does one even tell when a turian is interested? And, damn, if she could just understand turian languages and body signs.

"Are you cold?" Realizing she must have actually shivered, she closes her eyes in frustration and shakes her head. She doesn't stop him when he starts to run his hands over her arms, though, at that would just be torturing herself. She's not that big a saint. "I could get a blanket."

He voice is lower and it isn't until she stops focusing on her touch and starts trying to force her ears to listen again when she realizes something. That rumbling purr is clearer and louder. Opening her eyes, she glances over and up to see him - right there - leaning closer to her with a warm smile. She gasps softly and feels her skin heat up from cheeks to, well, other places.

Chuckling - the sound thick and gravely with something she can't place - Lilihierax looks into her eyes before pressing his forehead to hers and rubbing softly. It's a sweet gesture, but not really one she knows what to do with, so she simply presses back before tilting her head, moving forward, and placing her lips to his. Despite her thought that turians wouldn't know this, he seems to know exactly what to do and opens his mouth plates to lick her lips.

Another girlish gasp leaves her lips and gives him the opening he needs to slide his rough tongue in to flood her mouth with the earthy sweetness of his taste. Her hands move on their own as her mind completely misfires from the sensation of his tongue against hers, between her lips, and the minute cracks of his plates finally beneath her fingertips. Out of all the times she's caught herself staring at him from across the garage as he works, she's never imagined to actually be able to be this close, to have this much of him in her figurative and literal hands.

If she thought she couldn't be any more overwhelmed by him, she's sorely wrong when she jumps at the pressure of a hand on her knee. She makes a choked sound between yelp and moan and nearly bites his tongue as she stares down at his three fingered hand slowly moving inch by inch up her thigh before stopping midway to indecency.

Please don't stop. He huffs an amused, thick laugh and her mouth drops. Jesus, now she can't keep her thoughts quiet. She can't really backtrack now, not when she truly wants this to continue, but shouldn't she have come up with something much more… seductive? Who is she really kidding? She was never good at 'seduction'. Or, apparently, sex despite not necessarily being a virgin or that much of a prude.

So why is Li so different?

His hand smooths higher along her thigh and her mind quickly decides No more thinking! It's a good decision, she quickly agrees, as Li ducks against her neck and starts to nibble gently and a single finger caresses her through the seam of her pants. She moans shamelessly loud and arches into him, thankful he's behind her else she'd be half sprawled on the floor in a pile of jelly. God, if just his touch over my pants can do this…

His voice shifts to a growl as he runs his tongue along her rapid pulse and she gasps, bucking for his hand. She whimpers when he uses both of his fingers to rub her through her pants and Artemis feels herself growing slicker. Li groans softly against her ear and she know understands that he's been able to smell her this entire time. Given time - and the lack of his hand on her crotch - and she's bound to be embarrassed, but, right now, all she can think about is his hand, his mouth, his voice, as he works her.

Turning her head to him, she tries to kiss him but only manages to find his mandible. It's good enough for her as she pulls the prongs into her lips and flicks her tongue against them. He emits a moan and ducks his chin to slide his tongue into her mouth. The kiss is only for a moment before he completely pulls away with a, "Wait."

Artemis feels as cold as she would standing in the garage bare ass naked the moment he leans towards the side table, but before she can gather herself up to soothe the ache of his absence, he is back to her. She frowns in confusion as he opens a small package of small slivers of what looks like a milky rubber. When their eyes meet again, she lifts her brows in question and he smiles.

"I don't want to hurt you," he explains as he slides one onto each talon on his left hand. "These are silicon caps for my talons." Smirking, he runs the now-sheathed talons against her arm to show the smooth glide. "Now come here," he purrs before pulling her back into their previous position.

Her whole body coils up in anticipation and the knowledge of what he plans. Arching into him, she whine when he slides his and under the bottom of her shirt to stroke her belly. She reaches up to pull his head to her and starts kissing him along his smiling mandibles and throat, wanting him to make him understand just how good she knows, without doubt, he'll make her feel. He's always been a master at knowing what she wants and needs at work that it can't possibly be any different here, can it?

It's almost instantly that she finds out as he slides his hand into the waistband of her pants and strokes a single, long finger against her wet lips. She groans loud and clenches her eyes in effort to still her hips even though they beg to move, to feel more of him. As if reading her very mind, Li circles a finger around her lips and dips in to stroke over her clit. She nearly cries out from the sensation and her legs clamp onto his hand, but he continues to move, circling her pulsing nub before lowering and probing her entrance.

"Please," she whispers against his cracked plates and he growls, slipping his tongue out as his finger glides into her. She sobs in relief against his mouth and sucks at his tongue as he pulls his finger back from her slickness at an angle that make him rub against her front wall.

Catching onto her resulting jolt in response, he slides back into her and crooks his finger to thrust against that spot repeatedly. Artemis' breath hitches and she pants against his mouth, tongue distractedly lapping at his much more focused on driving her insane one. His voice is deep and guttural as he growls and moans against her, and he sends stars exploding into her vision when he adds yet another sensation to the mix when he drops his palm to rub her throbbing clit as his finger works.

They have to break for her to suck in gulps of air and he takes the opening to start licking and nibble her neck with gently nips of his plates. Her words are nothing but gibberish as he shifts from rubbing her inner walls, to spreading her fluids over her lips and circling her clit, to entering her once more. It's all the more intense knowing who is turning her into putty in his hands and whose voice is pouring such intense arousal into her skin and ears from his groans and rumbles.

"Show me…" he says, barely audible above his vocals, and rubs his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her walls clench at the sound and she teeters on the edge of just enough to fall over. "Show me how good it feels."

"Li… Li…" She pants, reaching for his face in a desperate need to see him that she can't begin to describe. "Li… Li...hier...ax…"

Even in this heightened state between them, she can see him smile and press his forehead to hers again in what has to be something special. It's soon becoming the same for her as, with a sharp jerk of his wrist, she tumbles over, crying out a breathless gasp as she spasms around his fingers. She knows her orgasm is going to make her pants unwearable tonight, but she doesn't care. If she has to, she'll walk the halls naked if it only meant she could remember this night forever.

Her world stops when he purrs and drops his mouth to her ear. "How about we take this to the bedroom?"