Damon chuckled softly. "Like I said, pet, there's very little way your distress signal can penetrate the security perimeter we've set around this area. The only way you'll be able to contact your fleet will be through my equipment." He fastened his shirt. "So I wouldn't worry about it."
Talara glanced at him, belting her utility belt around the tailored waist of the coat and snorting at the effect it had on her overall appearance.
Damon laughed. "Don't worry about it, Talara."
She rolled her eyes and collected the remnants of her flight-skin from the ground.
He stood and walked over to her. "I'll replace your clothes."
His scent was strong and masculine, musky with sex. It swirled around her senses a moment and she breathed in, her eyes fluttering closed. He put his hand on her shoulder and she leaned back against him with a soft moan. His other hand came around her waist, above the utility belt, pulling her back a little more. She could feel him, hard and firm against the soft flesh of her rear and a shiver went through her.
His lips came down against hers as she tipped her head back and he murmured through his kisses, "If we hurry, we can get your signal sent and spend the rest of the afternoon naked, pet…"
Talara groaned softly, nodding.
Damon pushed her back a bit, turned her around, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her soundly, then stepped away from her, grinning.
She blinked, smiled softly and licked her lips.
"Okay then," she said with a sultry giggle, "take me… there."
Damon snickered, grabbed her by the arm and threw her over his shoulder.
With Talara squealing in protest, he stalked off into the woods, following the descending creek, into the green-leafed valley below.