She opens her door to find him in the process of coming all over his fist and stomach. Which, you know, wouldn't be that big of a problem if she hadn't been really looking forward being on the receiving end of that bioluminescent mess. Callidora takes two steps past the threshold and stops as she crosses her arms, the door beeping as SAM helpfully locks it behind her, the noise catches Jaal's attention and god she could practically feel his bioelectric field flare from where she stood across the room.

"I wasn't even gone ten minutes." She says with an exasperated sigh, mentally checking with SAM's perfectly recorded time stamp. Six minutes and twenty-three-point-two seconds; that was all that she had been gone and he had decided to betray her like this. It made the residual slickness between her legs that much more unbearable as she watches him begin to soften in his hand, the spattering of his release very much apparent against the black of his jumpsuit. She watches him as he lets go of himself, caught in the act, his dick softening but not completely drawing back into its protective sheath. So, maybe she did still have some time for a little payback.

"Darling one," he begins to plead, holding his hands up placatingly, but the action only brings attention to the mess stuck to his fingers. Callidora takes slow, careful steps toward him, arms still crossed and brown eyes darkened in something that could either be annoyance or lust- probably a mix of the two. She crawls up the bed, hands and knees sinking into the padding, and she grabs both of his wrists as she looms closer, her lips a hairsbreadth away from his own.

"You promised to wait for me." She says, definitely not pouting whatsoever. Jaal's fumbles for something to say, an explanation, but they both know all too well that he was just entirely too self-indulgent. And, perhaps, because he knew that they would need something to do while he got hard again, and it was no coincidence that he particularly enjoyed spending time with his head between her legs.

What he didn't expect, however, is what she did next.

"You know damn well I would've handled that for you." She says, just before popping his cum covered finger in her mouth. His mind visibly stutters to a halt, lips parted almost as if in awe, the galaxies in his eyes swallowed by the black of his pupil, and the trilling sort of rumble that traveled through his chest and settled in his frill when she made a point to press her tongue flat to the pad of his finger had her almost ready to forget being upset that he got to get off while she had to deal with Tann. Almost.

Her lips tingled from the burst of bioelectricity that spiked along his skin, dancing along her tastebuds as she hollowed her cheeks enough that his finger made an audible 'pop' when she pulled away, her mouth open just enough for him to see the glowing remnants of him along her tongue. His dick twitched against her stomach where she had layered herself along his body, it's natural lubricant leaving a trail on her shirt.

Stars, she was such a tease.

He kisses her with a feverish sort of hunger, stoking that fire in her belly from a flame to a roaring inferno, and she realizes as she slips her hand between their bodies to run a fervent hand along his cock that they were much too clothed and, well, that just wouldn't do. She sits up, reveling in the whine that rumbles in his throat as his lips chase after her own, and she manages to wriggle out of her shirt and bra before he can distract her any further. Jaal immediately takes the opportunity to run his hands up her sides, cupping a breast in one hand and latching his mouth onto another, tweaks a nipple- mindful of the little metal bar that pierces it- and revels in the way her breath catches before scraping his teeth along the underside of the other.

Her hands shake a little as she runs them along his head and down over his frill, and she manages to grit out, "Clothes. Off. Now." Each word punctuated by an impatient tug at the neckline of his jumper and goddamn if his satisfied little chuckle isn't the most infuriating thing she's ever heard, she doesn't know what is.

Jaal scoops a hand under her ass and flips them over, planting fleeting kisses down her sternum as he draws himself up and starts working his way out of his jumpsuit, surprisingly nimble fingers easily working open the buckles and clasps. He works his arms out of their sleeves, rolling the thick fabric down to curl at his waist, and he stops. Callidora nudges him with her knee, brows pulled together impatiently, but he merely gives her an expectant look of his own and shoots a pointed look to her own shorts, still hugging her hips by a loose knot. She rolls her eyes as she pulls the strings free, lifting her hips as an invitation for Jaal to pull them off himself.

She wasn't going to do all the work while he got to sit back and play.

He huffs a small laugh, shaking his head as he makes a show of both his strength and his height by slipping his fingers beneath the elastic bands of both her shorts and her panties and pulling them off, raising her legs to have her ankles hook over his shoulders. He plants a kiss to the hexagonal tattoo that winds around her ankle, a matching twin to the one around her neck, and gazes at her with such unbridled lust that it makes her toes curl. He begins to slide his hand down the lean length of her leg, but she stops him by planting her foot to his chest, brows quirked as she bites her lip. He holds up his hands in surrender, the corner of his mouth lifted in a lopsided smile, and he sits back on his haunches to let her do as she pleases. Callidora shifts and wiggles her way up the bed a little more, gets herself comfortable amongst the mountain of pillows littering it's head, and lets her legs fall open as she settles back down. Being with Jaal had plenty of advantages in the bedroom, a handful of certain interspecies size differences that she loved, but unfortunately his hands weren't exactly made to prep for those certain interspecies size differences.

So, as she lets her hand trail slowly down her body- teasingly passing down a breast, across the muscled plane of her stomach, along the line of her hipbone- she looks up and locks eyes with Jaal, and that's when her breath catches. Not when her fingers trace around her clit, not when she slowly dips into her own warmth, but when Jaal looks her in the eye and doesn't look away. It's almost unnerving, the intensity and the assuredness in which he watches her face as her fingers work herself, the way he doesn't so much as glance between her legs throws her off. She'd almost worry he had lost interest, but the proof to the contrary was very apparent and currently leaking a glowing bead of precum. She curls her fingers and her back arches; a gasp escaping parted lips as she scissors her fingers, eyes fluttering shut, and that's when she feels the bed shift. She grinds down against her hand as she forces her eyes open, and that's when she finally finds Jaal with his gaze pinned somewhere other than her face. He strokes himself, breathing shallowly as if afraid of making too much noise and missing a single sound she might let loose. She's tempted to slip a third finger in, just as an extra precaution and to tease him a bit further, but god she's impatient and between Jaal's natural lubricant and her own wetness she was much more inclined to get him in her.

With a little sigh she withdraws her fingers and before she can even beckon him forward, Jaal is already slotting himself between her thighs, his dick resting hot and heavy against her skin as he mimics her earlier actions and draws her fingers into his mouth. Callidora whines as his tongue curls between her fingers and, since he's so determined to torment her, she reaches down with her free hand to run her palm along the underside of his cock, grinning wickedly when he gives a full-bodied shudder and bucks into her touch. Her fingers slip from his mouth as he wheezes, "Not fair."

She grips him fully then, runs a thumb along the delicious little ridges that ring the head of his cock, and says, "I don't care."

Jaal pants a little as he leans forward to kiss her, his hands sinking into the mattress beside her head and he's all hot passes of tongue and impatient clacking of their teeth. He ruts into her hand once, twice, before she finally, mercifully, guides him home. He groans loudly, so loudly she's sure the entire ship heard him, but frankly, she can't quite find it in herself to give a damn. He sinks his teeth into her shoulder to muffle himself as she digs her nails into his sides. She's sure she's not breathing as she takes the moment to adjust to being so filled. Jaal holds perfectly still, other than the slight tremble in the line of his shoulders, but he won't move until she's ready. Hell, for Callidora, he wouldn't move ever again if she asked him to. He'd be content to stay like this forever, to stay sunk to the hilt in her warmth, to stay in her embrace until they're both nothing more than star stuff.

But, after a long moment, she lets out that breath she was holding and shifts her hips. Her lips ghost over his frill and across his cheek as he lifts his head, her hands smooth up and over his back to hook over his shoulders as he slowly, so slowly, pulls out before thrusting back in. He sets the pace slow, gentle, wanting to enjoy this, to savor this time that they so rarely get to delight in.

She kisses him softly, sweetly, and he's sure that he could drown in her love. Never would he have thought that he would fall in love with an alien, especially not one so...small and soft, yet so strong and resolute. He half expected that one day he would blink and all of this would be gone, just another wishful dream of a man caught in a lifelong war, but the more they did, the more they saw, the more they loved- he was sure it was real.

More real than anything he could've ever hoped for.

Callidora moans softly as he straightens, meets each of his thrusts with eager rolls of her hips, but he can feel her need rising and he is nothing if not willing to please her. He passes his thumb over her clit lightly, not wanting to overstimulate her like he had during their first few joinings. She gasps, clenching around him deliciously, and she digs her heel into his ass in an attempt to spur him on further. He was happy to indulge her...but she was going to have to ask for it. So, he sticks with his pace, large hands nearly encompassing her waist as he waits.

It takes her a moment, her eyes closed as she bites her fingers to muffle her moans, but when his thumbs leisurely stroke along her stomach in time to his gentle thrusts, she knows exactly what he's waiting on. Which, frankly, is so un-fucking-fair. He already got to get off once tonight while she was busy being cockblocked by Tann, so of course he wouldn't feel pressed to speed things up. She cracks her eyes open, glaring at him from beneath heavy lids, and she clenches down deliberately at the sight of his serene little smile. Jaal groans appreciatively, but doesn't quicken his pace in the slightest.

"Jaal, please," she whines, trying to canter her hips to take more of him, but he holds her down and quirks a brow- waiting for her to ask, plead, beg. Cal lets out a heavy exhale as she plucks at her nipples, stubborn to a fault and determined to make him give-in first. Well, at least, that's what she tells herself. Not even a minute later and she's accepted defeat because, really, she's still winning for losing. She reaches down and lightly grabs his wrist, running her fingers along his skin softly, wishing she had bioelectricity to as she says, breathy, light, wanting, "Jaal, baby, please...fuck me."

"Thank the stars." He slips a hand beneath her knee and guides her leg up towards her chest as he bends down to kiss her. It's deep and languid and oh when he bites her lip just so, hits that one spot within her right there- he swallows each of her moans with unfiltered delight. Her nails bite into his skin, scratch down the broad expanse of his back; as close to her own bioelectricity as she would ever get, and he shudders beneath her touch.

Each of his thrusts sounded almost obscene in the near quiet of her room, both her own wetness and his own natural lubricant leaving a mess on her thighs and her sheets, but frankly, she could never find it in herself to care too much.

His lips leave hers to travel across her cheek, along her jaw, score a searing path across her shoulder with scrapes of his teeth with his tongue trailing like an afterthought. His fingers spark along her skin, pinching her nipple before smoothing over the gentle sting. He reaches down between them and passes his thumb over her clit, light at first just to hear her cry his name, and then he's circling that little bundle of nerves with a purpose. Jaal's breathing turns heavier, matching Callidora's desperate pants, and her back arches as she grips his bicep, gasping, "Jaal–so close–"

She clenches around him as if to punctuate her words, and he feels her shudder deliciously as his bioelectricity spikes involuntarily within her. Callidora lets loose a cry so loud it was nearly a scream, she was so close, right on the precipice- and so was he. Jaal presses closer, circles his fingers a little harder against her, and whispers in that deep gravel that makes her toes curl, "Do it. Come for me, my Stardust."

And then she's falling over the edge, her walls pulsing around him with each of his final, shallow thrusts, and he follows after her, spilling into her as she takes him for all he's worth. He kisses her again and again- lazy, sloppy things with no finesse, but it doesn't matter. There is nothing but love upon his lips and she would gladly drown in it.

They're both panting, tired messes; Jaal with enough mind to ease himself out of her to flop down beside her, Cal with a ringing in her ears and the beginnings of an ache in her hip from the angle he had set her to. She lies there, still trying to catch her breath, and she loops her pointer finger around his own as she stares at the reflection of the system's sun shining on the ceiling.

The longer they lay there, the more tempted she is to fall asleep- despite the sweat cooling on her skin and the sticky, glowing mess between her thighs...she hasn't felt so properly sated and truly tired in so long.

Thankfully, SAM is there to keep her priorities in check.

"Ryder," he intones, nearly dripping with exasperated patience, "shower. Now."

She groans, sending another glare at his node on her desk, but she knows to do as he says before he drives her insane with a Lexi approved spiel on infection and cleanliness. Cal sits up reluctantly, yawns, and gently shakes Jaal out of his stupor as she rises from the bed. What time was it anyway? SAM supplies the info and oh god, the hour was much to close to Cora's complementary wake-up call for comfort.

No wonder she was exhausted. Well, more than usual.

"Jaal, can you please change the sheets while I shower?" She asks as she roots around for a towel on the other side of the room, but when she looks back, he's already stripped the bed and headed to the sanitizer shoot. He presses a kiss to her cheek as he passes, and she leaves him with a smile as she goes to clean herself up.

Of course, as her luck would have it, Drack is standing outside the bathroom door- a shiteating grin on his face.

"So, Ryder-"

"Not another word, or so help me I will shoot you out the airlock."

Drack's laugh chased her into the bathroom, along with SAM's assurances that she would, in fact, regret killing him.