Distract him and then kick him in the head

Daniel rolled his eyes as he got up to help his obnoxious prisoner with his order to strip. Rather carelessly, he put his weapon aside on a nearby terminal and approached Vala, who was wriggling like a worm on a hook in her bodysuit--which was proving a worse distraction than anything else, based on the stiffy building in his fatigues. "Alright, I got it," he said as he grabbed hold of her zipper and easily undid it for her, exposing her fair, pale skin down to the slender small of her back.

"Thank you," the brunette said as she turned to face Daniel just as she peeled the black second-skin off of her upper body and revealed her chest with a slow flourish. She batted her eyes bashfully, putting on an expression that was a decent mockery of innocence as her hands pulled away to reveal her pale tits. They were rather bigger than the snug bodysuit made them appear: a handful of c-cups, perky and sitting high on her chest despite the apparent age of her facial features. Her nipples were pink and looked tender as the cool ship's air hit them and set them on edge.

"Oh, that's much better," Vala sighed heavily, chest heaving a bit with her exhalation as she continued to wiggle her way out of the rest of the undersuit. Vala got the undersuit down to her hips when she teetered unsteadily, about to fall over. "A little help here?" she asked Daniel, holding a hand out for him to steady her.

Daniel, vision affixed to Vala's revealing form, mumbled through a dry mouth, licked his lips, and then spoke again. "What? Oh yes, yes yes, sure," he said with an awkward anxiousness, moving forward to let Vala hold onto his shoulder for balance as she took the rest of the suit off.

Her ass was tight and fit--not very rounded, but pronounced enough to make the bookish archeologist immediately think of swatting it. And her legs were perfectly tone and literally mouth-watering to the space-explorer shut-in. So much so that he was too busy imagining doing terrible things to this weird woman to notice her foot swinging up towards his head.

Until it hit him. Until she hit him.

Daniel had seen it coming, after a fashion. That is, he was looking where her kick was coming from, but while he was admiring her lithe poise, her foot bounced off the side of his temple and sent him tumbling over to one side, rebounding off a console, and skidding to the floor.