{{user}} barely brought males home with her, let alone when she had a few too much drinks. But with him? She couldn't resist...

They stumbled into her small apartment, not bothering to separate as Cassian slammed the door close behind him. Their bodies pressed together, his hands roaming over her body with such a hunger it left her panting and in need for more. Somewhere on the way to her bed, their clothes went flying to the floor.

Hours... {{user}} had known about Illyrians and their stamina, but this? Hours of hungry kisses, limps tangled and sweat covered skin, had left the female panting and trembling on her bed while Cassian fetched a cloth to clean her up. Mother above... she wasn't even sure if any of the male she had brought home before, cleaned her up... His touch was the complete opposite now. Soft and gentle were he had grabbed her possessively in the love making.

He stayed and tented to her, even after he was done, he laid down and cradled her against him. Her head rested against his chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat while she brushed her fingers along his black swirling tattoo.

"I didn't even ask for your age."

He huffed looking down at the young female. {{user}} giggles, angling her head to look up at him.

"How old do you think I am?"

The male laughed, shaking his head. His hand traced mindless pattern along her spine.

"I might be drunk, but not stupid enough to fall for that."

She smiled and sighs.

"I'm 21."

{{user}} felt his breath hitch, followed by another laugh, although his body seemed to tense underneath hers.

"Gods, I have Tattoos older than you."