With Four Eyes You See a Lot 2/?
anonymous
February 20 2014, 07:53:35 UTC
The trip back to the Citadel takes some time. The ship has a gym. It's inevitable that they eventually run into each other. They even share a vaguely similar workout routine, plenty of kettlebell heaves and advanced core exercises.
His musculature is different from other batarians she's seen. Most batarians are bulky and slow, whilst he's lithe, toned and fast as a whip.
They even spar for ten minutes at the end. He's full of dirty little tricks, almost as many as she has, but she's a tad faster and just a little bit more experienced in hand to hand. Still, they both have their bruises once they're done. She compliments him but he laughs it off with another joke about 'the old way'.
It's not until she's leaving that she catches him looking at her with the same interested gaze that she'd turned on him earlier.
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Not only does he cook, but he cooks well, and Aria's private yacht is well stocked. She's not normally a fan of batarian cooking. Too much burnt meat and green ale. Still, Bray has a way with spices, and soon they're laughing over braised space cow and spiced pyjak stew.
Over time, she learns more about his life. Born to a mercenary and a merchant, raised on a small batarian colony out past Illium. He was well educated, earning two bachelor degrees, one in history and one in engineering, on Illium before he joined his father full time as a private security contractor. Legitimate work, not hired gun stuff. A well paid independent contractor on Illium was about as professional as merc work came.
"So why work for Aria?" Shepard voiced the question she'd been waiting to ask.
"Money." Bray replied drily. "But more than that, a chance to earn my own way in the world, build up a rep separate from my father's."
"And you get that working as a Lieutenant for Aria?"
"Captain, now." Bray corrected her. "And yeah. I do. Aria is the most powerful woman in the Terminus. And now, possibly the most powerful asari left in the galaxy. She'll kill any and all Cerberus forces that bother her...and when the war ends, she'll have the clout to keep any Citadel or Alliance out of her territory forever."
"And you? What do you get out of it?"
"By the time my contract ends with Aria, I'll have enough creds and raw materials to form my own merc group, or a transport company, or an investment group, or maybe even build my own mercenary group. Whatever I feel like."
"A man with vision." Shepard smiled. "If you ever get sick of the merc's life, Bray, look me up. I could always use a good shooter on my crew."
"A batarian working with Commander Shepard?" Bray chuckled. "I'd be a pariah amongst my people."
"Aren't you already a pariah amongst your people?"
"Legitimate point." Bray nodded. "Maybe I'll look you up."
With Four Eyes You See a Lot 3/3
anonymous
April 21 2014, 12:07:42 UTC
In a way it's not so strange when she kisses him, the taste of hot batarian spice still on her tongue. And it's no surprise when he kisses her back.
His mouth feels different from a human's, but not unrecognisable. His tongue is certainly longer, and he seems to enjoy exploring her mouth with it.
They kiss for what seems like an age before he asks hoarsely whether she will come to his room. She answers him with another.
They tug at each other's clothes, feeling their way over scarred flesh. His skin his rough, but not unpleasant to touch. He seems to find the smoothness of her flesh intriguing, and he can't stop touching her breasts.
He is good with his fingers, and that wonderful tongue of his does its work well, but it the moment when he parts her nether lips and thrusts himself deep inside her that she craves.
They writhe in the sheets for hours, pausing only for more ale. And when at last they are spent, Shepard finds that there is nothing more enchanting than staring into his four dark eyes.
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The voyage ends, they go back to their lives. It was a night between friends. Foolish to pretend it was something more...that there was anything other than a quick and hurried mutual attraction.
And yet, years later, Shepard cannot help but smile when she hears word of a mercenary batarian general leading a group of batarian refugees to retake Khar'Shan.
And when Councillor Shepard meets First Minister Bray and officially welcomes the batarian people back into the Council, there is a twinkle in six eyes as they shake hands and pose for the cameras.
His musculature is different from other batarians she's seen. Most batarians are bulky and slow, whilst he's lithe, toned and fast as a whip.
They even spar for ten minutes at the end. He's full of dirty little tricks, almost as many as she has, but she's a tad faster and just a little bit more experienced in hand to hand. Still, they both have their bruises once they're done. She compliments him but he laughs it off with another joke about 'the old way'.
It's not until she's leaving that she catches him looking at her with the same interested gaze that she'd turned on him earlier.
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Not only does he cook, but he cooks well, and Aria's private yacht is well stocked. She's not normally a fan of batarian cooking. Too much burnt meat and green ale. Still, Bray has a way with spices, and soon they're laughing over braised space cow and spiced pyjak stew.
Over time, she learns more about his life. Born to a mercenary and a merchant, raised on a small batarian colony out past Illium. He was well educated, earning two bachelor degrees, one in history and one in engineering, on Illium before he joined his father full time as a private security contractor. Legitimate work, not hired gun stuff. A well paid independent contractor on Illium was about as professional as merc work came.
"So why work for Aria?" Shepard voiced the question she'd been waiting to ask.
"Money." Bray replied drily. "But more than that, a chance to earn my own way in the world, build up a rep separate from my father's."
"And you get that working as a Lieutenant for Aria?"
"Captain, now." Bray corrected her. "And yeah. I do. Aria is the most powerful woman in the Terminus. And now, possibly the most powerful asari left in the galaxy. She'll kill any and all Cerberus forces that bother her...and when the war ends, she'll have the clout to keep any Citadel or Alliance out of her territory forever."
"And you? What do you get out of it?"
"By the time my contract ends with Aria, I'll have enough creds and raw materials to form my own merc group, or a transport company, or an investment group, or maybe even build my own mercenary group. Whatever I feel like."
"A man with vision." Shepard smiled. "If you ever get sick of the merc's life, Bray, look me up. I could always use a good shooter on my crew."
"A batarian working with Commander Shepard?" Bray chuckled. "I'd be a pariah amongst my people."
"Aren't you already a pariah amongst your people?"
"Legitimate point." Bray nodded. "Maybe I'll look you up."
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His mouth feels different from a human's, but not unrecognisable. His tongue is certainly longer, and he seems to enjoy exploring her mouth with it.
They kiss for what seems like an age before he asks hoarsely whether she will come to his room. She answers him with another.
They tug at each other's clothes, feeling their way over scarred flesh. His skin his rough, but not unpleasant to touch. He seems to find the smoothness of her flesh intriguing, and he can't stop touching her breasts.
He is good with his fingers, and that wonderful tongue of his does its work well, but it the moment when he parts her nether lips and thrusts himself deep inside her that she craves.
They writhe in the sheets for hours, pausing only for more ale. And when at last they are spent, Shepard finds that there is nothing more enchanting than staring into his four dark eyes.
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The voyage ends, they go back to their lives. It was a night between friends. Foolish to pretend it was something more...that there was anything other than a quick and hurried mutual attraction.
And yet, years later, Shepard cannot help but smile when she hears word of a mercenary batarian general leading a group of batarian refugees to retake Khar'Shan.
And when Councillor Shepard meets First Minister Bray and officially welcomes the batarian people back into the Council, there is a twinkle in six eyes as they shake hands and pose for the cameras.
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