"Ah, that makes it much more understandable," Delia murmurs in reply, her eye hooded as she gives throaty hum almost like a purr at Mal's admission.

Seeing her move, Delia meets her halfway, pushing forward and tilting her head to meet Mal's lips, giving as much as she's getting, kissing back, drawing it out with a soft sigh against Mal's lips. Her tongue meets Mal's, twirling, twining, teasing as she arches forward against her. "Mmmm, I do endeavor to try," Delia murmurs, her lips brushing against Mal's.

While she's aware of Mal's hand moving between them, over Delia's soft stomach, muscle beneath the softness, as she squirms every so often, she gives no sign otherwise.

At least, until that hand reaches its intended destination.

As Delia's a humanoid, Mal finds what she likely expects, a slick, aroused entrance, and a the Orion's throbbing clit, which she's ground against the other woman a little already. Delia gasps sharply, her hips bucking a little and her eye slipping closed, as she bites her lip. "Well then. That definitely sounds like a fun time~"

The Orion chuckles lowly, grinning back, sliding a hand between Mal's thighs in turn, leaning in to kiss her deeply again as fingers make exploratory contact.

"Well, I'm still your garden variety humanoid in that respect." Delia murmurs between kisses along Mal's face and neck, soft, suckling smooches over flushed skin. "So if you're familiar, you're doing fine." Delia shifts her legs and her position slightly, letting her feet slide beneath Mal's thighs, letting her spread her legs all the wider.

"Besides..." Delia leans back, her lips leaving Mal's skin for the moment. So she can see.

"Why tell, when I can show?" Oh, that is a broad smile crossing the Orion's flushed face. This is the only warning Mal really gets, before slicked, teasing fingers sink into Mal, her thumb slowly circling the other woman's sensitive bud. Delia's fingers pump in slow, languid strokes.

If this is all about the moment, and this moment in time in particular.

Then Delia's going to draw out every bit of it to make it one to savor.

Especially when her head dips back down, to nibble on one of Mal's nipples in the process, bright blue eye up to watch her face as she does.

There's something to be said about differences in experience, and Delia rarely, if ever at all, sees it as a terrible thing. Different people experience different things in their varied lives, no matter what reality or world they hail from. To show this new friend these wonderful sensations, the things her body can both feel and do?

It's fun. Yes, there's a little bit of showing off involved too, but honestly, the Orion woman just likes to share intimacy. To say nothing of the sounds Mal's making, the reactions of her body at Delia's touch. Yes. It's obvious Mal could take a harder touch, but how often has she experienced a softer, sensual one?

From Delia's perspective, it doesn't look like much. Which is one of the reasons she's doing this, this way.

"Mmm, wasn't planning on it," The Orion woman murmurs against the nibble she's nibbling, before switching to lavish some attention on the other, nibbling and kissing at it. Even swirling her tongue over it.

The languid motions of her fingers are slowly, but surely rising in pace, pumping into Mal again and again, curling inside her while Delia's thumb continues rubbing at her clit.

Oh, Mal is going to be beautiful when she completely unravels, in Delia's humble opinion.

Honestly, that's probably a fairly accurate way to describe Delia's understanding of most humanoid pleasure centers, it's not necessarily, nor strictly medical knowledge, as much as it's experience. She plays with each sensation, drawing it out.

Her tongue swirls around one nipple, then the other. And, with a soft, heated, encouraging tone, full of sensual heat and promise. "Then don't hold back, sweet Mal. Let it happen. Feel it happen. Show me yourself unraveling, your pleasure. Your climax." Delia kisses at the other woman's chest as she speaks, warm breath playing over her flushed skin. "Don't think. Be."

This isn't much of a warning, before Delia's pumping fingers suddenly up their pace, pistoning in out of Mal's slick heat, her thumb rubbing slow circles around the other woman's sensitive clit to contrast. The Orion's lips and nibbling teeth find their way back to the Jedi's nipples again, nibbling, tugging ever so lightly.

Delia would be the first to tell just about anyone that even words have their power. What you say, in addition to what you do. It's likely one of the reasons she makes a good diplomat when needed, or a good tactician.

It also helps in sexual situations too, as knowing what to say, when to say it, and how to say it, well. Mal's delicious reactions speak for themselves. The Orion hums against the nipple she's nibbling on, meeting Mal's gaze with a clearly hungry one of own, a soft, pleased sound as she gets to both witness and feel this, feeling the other woman climax around her fingers, and shuddering against her.

All the while, those deft green fingers continue to pump, slowing a touch, as Mal unravels and is consumed by the waves of sensation. To help her ride it out, but also to draw it out, is Delia's intent. As she enjoys giving pleasure and intimacy, as much as receiving it.

Though if she's being honest, to say Delia was aroused, and soaked because of that.

Well, that would definitely be an understatement.

Even if it takes Mal a while to come down from that overwhelming high of climaxing, Delia teases her slowly through it, stopping only just shy when she thinks the sensitivity would be too overwhelming. Admittedly, this is just a guess, as everyone, regardless of species or race, is a little different based on their preferences and experience.

That said, when the Orion does stop, she sucks her fingers clean with a pleased hum while she gives Mal a moment to catch her bearings. Delia grins when she's tugged down, kissing back, just as eagerly, and wiggling a little at that grope to her behind. She arches close, all flushed and sensual warmth.

There's a little giggle against Mal's lips when she manages words again, before kissing and slowly grinding against her in turn. "Mmmm. I quite enjoyed the show," is her reply against the other woman's lips, their breath mixing, between kisses.

"But I think..." The Orion adds, amusement in her voice, "You might find this a touch easier if I..." There's a pause, Delia's head arching back, eye fluttering closed. She offers better access to her neck, pushing her soft, ample breasts into the other woman's hands, nipples hard. "Mmmm...."

She just savors that touch, for a moment, before she continues. "Mmmm... if I..."

Rather than say, she simply does, as Delia slides onto her back on their makeshift bed, gently tugging Mal with her with a soft, pleased little laugh. "Easier to reach. Easier to see," She murmurs, sliding her hands along Mal's arms, tangling her legs with the other woman's for a moment, feet sliding along calves, body arching upwards, encouraging. Hungering for more touch.

While being observed, and taking advantage of the new position, Delia takes a brief moment to stretch her arms a bit, arching a bit and giving off a soft, throaty groan.

Of course, totally coincidentally, this gives Mal even more of a chance to observe her, even as she arches subtly into that touch along her side. It's a fantastic view of the Orion's sensual curves and flushed, jade green skin. She chuckles at Mal's compliments, sliding a hand through her hair encouragingly, writhing into the other woman's touch as she kisses and explores.

She shivers at the touch to her nipples, a soft moan escaping her, her nails raking down Mal's back.

"Mmm, such flattery, dear Mal~" Delia teases, giggling softly, letting her hands slide down the other woman's back affectionately.

Delia would certainly agree with that sentiment.

There's another shuddering moan that escapes the Orion, her fingers raking down along Mal's spine as the other woman pays special attention to her soft breasts. Delia's back arches, pushing herself against the other woman's face to encourage the touch as she writhes.

"Mmmm. Oh, feel free to help yourself, Mal. I'm freely offering," The Orion teases with a play on words, playful and coy as the other woman works her way further down, her hands sliding from Mal's back and hair to her own breasts, as she sits up ever so slightly, to watch, her eye hooded as she looked down at Mal kissing her way along a soft thigh.

The other of which slides over Mal's shoulder, tracing her heel along Mal's back in a reciprocated touch.

As Mal gets closer between Delia's thighs, the slick arousal between them is absolutely familiar, just, you know. green. One of Delia's hands slides down her stomach, to rake her nails through the other woman's hair again.

Oh, when those fingers touch her, Delia's not shy about letting Mal know. She shudders, hips bucking upwards ever so slightly, "A-haa... Mal," She breathes at the touch.

As Mal's kisses and touches meet the junction of her thighs, Delia slides her other leg over Mal's shoulder, continuing to massage a breast with one hand, and stroke Mal's hair with the other. There's another, shuddering moan when Mal has a taste of her.

Given Mal's awareness of her mind being effected by outside effects, she probably notices this is where Delia's body fluid-based pheromones are the strongest. "That's it," The Orion encourages, her voice breathy, needy, "Taste me, Mal."

To be fair, having an ...interesting and complicated career like Delia does, it's not always easy to indulge in such things. Especially when sometimes it comes with additional complications. Her desires and more primal drives have always run kind of high, but work, life, and various other issues tend to push it by the wayside for more Serious obligations.

As for unapproved uses of certain skills, Delia's first career was a pirate. She tends to think approval and rules are more inconvenient than anything.

Delia arches and writhes into Mal's touch, panting softly as her hips roll against the other woman's face, thighs occasionally flexing around her head. "Mmm, I've had good reviews," She teases, coyly, sliding a hand between her thighs for a moment while Mal speaks, stroking fingers over her own wetness enough to suck it off of her fingers. Another heated sound escapes her when Mal resumes, nails raking deep in the other woman's hair. Not directing so much as encouraging

It's not difficult to find the Orion's nipples upon those soft, heavy breasts she has. Even before those questing fingers find their respective destinations, Delia's arching into the touch in general--her tits wonderfully sensitive in the face of her arousal. When Mal's fingers find them, though, there's a gasp and shuddering thighs around the other woman's head.

Delia slides her hand on her breasts over Mal's, encouraging her touch, while the other remains in her hair as her hips roll slowly, panting, shuddering breaths escaping the green skinned woman, her jade skin flushed a darker shade.

"Fuck--Mal, don't stop..." Delia whispers, her voice reaching a harsher, more desperate edge.

For this to be that sort of occasion for Mal, Delia, who has no desire nor reason to hold back, well.

That climax is, heh. Coming soon.

Encouraged. Demanded. The line between the two at this moment in time was very, very thin. Delia writhed, panting, moaning, squirming into all that touch and more, hips rolling towards Mal's face to offer more of her slick heat to lick and tease.

It's mere moments more of this, that the Orion cries out, her thighs squeezing and trapping Mal's head between them, her back arching, her hips pushing her slick arousal against the other woman's face as both hands wound their way into Mal's hair. Delia's body goes through full body shudders, as the climax sends waves of oversensitized sensation through her.

Her hips also roll, trying to grind herself against Mal's face a little, just. The sheer fucking overstimulated sensation of it all.

Mal's name is ... somewhere all that moaning, but it's perhaps a good thing they're fairly isolated in the storm on this planet. Delia's not quiet about it. At all.

Slowly, Delia comes down from the delicious high and storm of sensation that's sent her through the waves of pleasure. She pants a little, laying there, legs draped over Mal's shoulders, absently petting Mal's hair.

There's a very pleased, satisfied hum that melts into a low, throaty chuckle. "Mmmm, very much the best idea." She murmurs in soft agreement, sliding her legs off of Mal's shoulders, and urging her to crawl upwards, so that Delia can cuddle her all the better, skin on skin, sharing warmth and contact.

Also because she can tug the blanket back over them both all the better, and spread the affection she feels in the afterglow, kissing at the other woman's face softly, and stroking her hands through her hair.