Mar'co arrived home one evening, ready to change and head for Na'vi's for dinner the woman was making. But something was off...He looked around his rooms, unable to quite place it, until...A bare foot slowly extended itself from around the corner into his bedroom. The foot was slowly followed by a calf, and then a knee, and a thigh, and then finally the rest of the woman. Hrava was wearing a skimpy little number, something she brought with her from Walled. Something that barely counted as wearing anything, and left nothing to the imagination. As she leaned against the wall, her back arching and curving as she gave him an unmistakable look, she bit her bottom lip softly.
Mar'co was stunned. One, he had no idea who this insanely hot woman was. Two, who the fuck was this chick? Hrava smiled, ”I didn't startle you..did I?” Her tone was soft, yet low and throaty, whispers of dangerous, seductive things in the dark. She left the wall, her hips swaying neatly with each step, the chain adorning her body making soft clink noises, a music to the dance in her body. As she got to him, her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling over his shoulders as she pushed her basically nude chest against his. She breathed softly against him, arching to put her face near his, ”Welcome home.”
The bronzerider's hands went to her arms, his fingers kneading the flesh there a moment as he grabbed her. At first, Hrava thought she had won, and her mouth was waiting eagerly for his, lips hovering oh-so-near his own. Marrow held her though, not shoving her away, not pulling her in, ”Who are you?” He had seen something when she was slinkily rubbing herself on his wall though. Something on her thigh. His hand slid down her body, until it grazed her rump, and down to her thigh. With a quick movement, he lifted her leg, eliciting a slightly surprised squeak from the woman in his arms. Looking down, he saw a familiar mark. One he had seen before. One he knew what it meant. And Walled had just so recently exploded, the refugees...It would be the perfect way to plant a spy. Or even an assassin.
Mar'co dropped Hrava like a sack of potatoes, the woman yelping and landing ass first on the ground, ”Ow! What the fuck!” But Marrow was already moving, sprinting out his door and straight for Na'vi's rooms. He had to warn her, it might already be too late...No, Chinolth would have reacted, Roth would know, the Weyr would be in chaos if a rider had been killed. Not too late then...He hoped.
Mar'co exploded into Na'vi's rooms, uncaring about flitts or anything as he looked around frantically for his woman, ”Na'vi?! Na'vi, where are you?! Are you alright?!”