Then he heard giggling from their bedroom. Confusion heavy on his face as he pushed his way inside. Qrow waa seated on their bed, with his nieces and their make up bags everywhere giving Qrow a make over… or whatever a 7 and 5 year old thought a makeover was. Clover covered his mouth trying not to laugh. Qrow… looked… well horrible.
Presumably, if adult humans are weird, then human kids must be weird as well. So she goes to the meeting and the alien takes her kid to one of the rooms in the ship that acts as a sort of play area. Then, when the human comes out of the meeting, she picks her phone up and sees that she has some missed calls…. Is that part of the whole predatory instincts thing? She tripped over and seems to have lost a layer of skin from her knee. Please pick up! Is that a thing?
Far more than the words, the rules, or the various trappings of their tempestuous evenings… this was the essence of her submission. The conscious choice, the deferential act. Placing herself on her knees at his feet, reaching out for him, patiently waiting to attend to his will. It filled her with the warmest feeling while simultaneously cutting out the noise. That no matter how much you try to suppress it, this pussy is your identity. Why else is it leaking? Give her a clear time and protocol to speak her mind, so you both know her consent and limits are respected. By giving her the ability to say No, you make every Yes that much more powerful. Establish her boundaries in writing, and find the areas where she wants to explore.
I say, Follow your heart. I wish you the best of luck. Mormonism isn't a free ticket to heaven. Trust yourself, trust God and enjoy the beautiful relationship that you have. I will have to keep you update on where we match. There is no way she will may you without you going to the temple.