Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140219130725

He heard a thud. Years of instict and combat all pooled together to make him pretty sensitive to noises. And normally, a noise meant someone was attempting to sneak up on him. He spun out of the chair, Nightshade unholstered and aimed with both hands. The safety was off. And he lowered the gun, eyes wide.

He was staring at tanned skin, and swallowed, throat dry. His cheeks colored, and the merc's eyes wandered down the smooth expanse of her back, slipping over her rear and down her long legs, eyes pausing for a second at the junction between her thighs. The cybernetic replacements did nothing to detract from her appearance. If anything, to him, they added to it. Added a layer of realism to her lovely form. Which, currently, was bent over, causing that supple backside to stretch against her undergarments.

Nox softly slipped to the side, placed his back against the wall, and slid down it, head in his hands. Of course, this would happen. And currently, he had a....problem, straining against his pants. A curse slipped from his lips, and they drew back into a snarl.

He had a more...bestial side, he kept contained out of pure professionalism. Problem was....it also sought out a mate. And was sent into overdrive due to the hormonal cocktail that was being a teenage male. And goddamnit, it was screaming against his mind now.

"Fuck." He murmered eloquently, and stood up, cold mask back in place. It was almost complete, except for the slight redness adorning his cheeks.

"Nixia." He called, racking the slide on his pistol to check the casing of the round. "Is everything alright?"