You tried to squirm your way out of her grasp, but Samus Aran held on to you tightly. After all, she was a military combat- ready level of physical fitness, and you were used to sitting in a chair and playing video games. Her arms were stronger than you.
You couldn't believe you were actually making out with Samus. Samus with that soft golden hair in that long flowing pony tail. Almond-shaped eyes, deeper and bluer than any ocean. Any ocean on your planet, anyway. Super model good looks, all the way down to that beauty mark on her chin. And that skintight blue bodysuit that left practically nothing to the imagination.
You'd cooked for her a few times, and she seemed perfectly nice, as far as space-faring badasses go. But she kept a certain kind of distance, the kind kept by someone who was familiar with death and afraid to get too attached to someone she could lose at a moment's notice. Maybe that's why she was holding you and kissing you like this kiss could be her very last.
She'd never seemed that interested in you. Certainly not this interested in you. She was probing your mouth with her tongue with the same thoroughness she applied to her space exploration, and all the while she kept rubbing her ample chest up against yours.
You still hadn't figured out that when you entered the video game world, you were given the gift, or maybe it was a curse, of your kisses being completely irresistible and addictive.
Samus continued holding you like she was never going to let go, but she brought her face away long enough to smile at you. A sly, cool half-smile that made you feel all types of ways.
You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could she responded to your open mouth by sticking her tongue back in it. What would you have said, anyway? Lust was turning your brain into mush. You could barely remember what words were.
Throngs of assorted characters were passing back and forth by the restaurant. A lot of them turned their eyes to look at you and Samus entwined in your passionate embrace. Some were even gawking.
"People are starting to stare," you tried to say, even though it was hard to form words when her lips were still pressed forcefully against yours.
She removed her lips to smile at you again. She was cool as a cucumber, as always, while you could feel your face getting redder than a Maxim Tomato.
"Let them stare," she moaned. "I don't mind if they want to watch us. Who cares?"
Then she went back to kissing you with reckless abandon. One of her long, powerful but slender legs wrapped enticingly around your waist.
She kissed your ear and then whispered into it. She whispered your name in a way that was so intimate, so intense, so heavy with desire, that it made you practically melt from the heat.
"I know I should stop kissing you," she said. "But I just can't!"
You heard shouts of "Woo-hoo" and "Yeah, get some," but Samus didn't seem to notice. With her eyes closed and her body wrapped around yours, the two of you seemed to be in your own little world.
She buried her face in your neck, planting several short, quick kisses right in the spot where your neck met your shoulder.
Your hands hovered just behind her back as you weighed out whether or not you should return her embrace.
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