A drink, some chicken, maybe some…

frenchmilkshake:

Milk appreciated the small moan; it made him feel as if he was doing something right. Next came the nails to his hips, and the tongue across his lip - both sent shivers down the marine’s back. The lips were the most sensitive part of anyone’s body and such treatment to them was well-received by the Frenchman. He kissed her and gently nudged his tongue against her own as he took his shirt off, his lips never left hers. He moved his hand from her back and moved it to the top of her dress and slipped down the shoulders down off of her arms. He moved from her lips and began placing bites along her shoulder before reaching her neck. He placed soft kisses down it and then ran his tongue along her collar bone. He sucked at the flesh and when the pulled away there was a wet plop sound. “Hmmm,” he said happily. 

His hands moved from her waist and landed on her calves. He began to raise them, his nails digging into the soft, supple flesh. They went higher and higher, and his nails went in deeper and deeper. When they reached her thighs, he dug them deep into them as he roughly bit her neck. He laughed to himself, he was enjoying him. “I’m sure you could have me taken up for striking an officer with that, ma’am.” He chuckled to himself.

He certainly knew his way around a woman and his pace was enough to keep her attention and leave her wanting more. The sucking on her collar bone caused her to shudder lightly, luring her into a false sense of calm as his hands moved to her calves. She could feel the pressure on the muscle get harder and harder, but it did not prepare her for the rough bite to her neck. Alana gasped and her back arched a little. She had to admit, she enjoyed that. The N7 eyed Milk as her voice fell to a husky tone “Maybe I should handcuff you.” it was her turn now though.

Alana pushed Milk so that he fell onto his back and she could climb on top of him, here eyes dangerous as her hands slid beneath him and her nails dug into his back, her teeth grazing his throat before leaving a trail of kisses and bites. Her lips graced down his chest, only lightly touching the skin, feeling barely there as she reached the waistline of his trousers. She smirked a little then planted a kiss on his hipbone as her hands worked to unbuckle his belt, her lips moving back to his and kissing him once more. She had been a little cynical at first about the whole situation, but now she needed this. She needed him.