Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 12
anonymous
January 24 2015, 09:46:33 UTC
Discreet: careful and prudent in one's speech or actions, especially in order to keep something confidential or to avoid embarrassment.
She had just woken up, good. He'd be happy to see her make him some kava.
Happy. Who would have thought he'd be happy to see a human do anything apart from die?
He couldn't help but contemplate the last few hours he'd spent with her in his arms.
He could say with full certainty that his plates had not shifted once whilst the human was asleep despite her unnatural fascination with his neck. There had been several close moments but turian discipline had beaten human clinginess.
There hadn't really been any doubt after all which was better.
The hours he spent with her in his arms were admittedly more pleasant than he was expecting. It had been a long time since he'd sat still for the purpose of relaxation outside of sleep. Even with the human it was relaxing.
C-Sec had left several minutes after he had sat down with Pallin leading the charge back to the Academy.
The stares had not annoyed him surprisingly. Between the warmth of the human, the luxury of the chair and the paper on mass effect physics he was reading. He was quite content.
The implications of him being in such a state with a human close to him, against him even, was bizarre.
Her face was closely pressed to his neck. He couldn't really find the motivation to move her back to his shoulder. It was not uncomfortable.
His omnitool had the capability of making highly detailed biometric scans. He'd find out her height, she was the only human female he'd met that came up to the base of his cowl, he'd be interested in seeing the commonality of such a height.
Purely professional interest, of course.
5"11 and a half. 99.9th percentile female human height. 96th percentile asari height.
So she was considered a giant amongst her species. He was not unfamiliar with that feeling. He was 7"0 with the average turian male coming at 6"7 and females at 6"6. It was especially obvious when his kind showed far less variation in height than humans and asari did.
In the process of taking the scan his hand had brushed her hair.
What an odd texture. Absolutely alien.
He looked carefully around him. The bar was full but they couldn't see him from where they were seated. And the rest of the room was empty.
He gazed at her hair. It was freely flowing to her nape of her neck in that garish hue it contained. It almost seemed like it was taunting him.
He lightly ran his gloved fingers through it. Interesting. It was almost liquid in its solidity and so independent of each strand. Nothing like a fringe; turian or asari. It was so odd...
He cautiously stroked the main bulk of it. She sighed and clutched closer to him. Judging by the lack of arousal he smelt it was purely one of contentment. Good. He didn't want to have to throw his newly found kava slave onto the floor and have to run his armour through a Quarian-grade decontamination chamber.
The thought of kava was all the encouragement he needed to continue stroking her hair. The better well rested she was the higher the quality was likely to be.
It was a weak excuse.
Thinking carefully it was clear he had some small amount of affection for the human. He wouldn't have stopped Pallin from holding her otherwise. Or be stroking her hair.
It was not sexual at least. Thank the Spirits.
More like the affection one would have for a pet. Pets didn't threaten to make your plates shift or made exquisite kava, had a sweet scent and had an unnaturally similar body to an asari.
Okay, it was a little sexual. Thankfully, he only seemed to be attracted to her and not all human females.
And why didn't the idea of being attracted to the human, no Jane, bother him?
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 13
anonymous
January 24 2015, 18:09:57 UTC
Unanticipated: not expected or predicted.
Nilia was at the bar working her magic on a group of turian males as she approached.
Nilia gave her an evaluatory glance that held far too much amusement in it for her liking. Her eyes practically glinted.
"Good. You're awake. You look much better Jane."
"Thanks Nilia. Looking pretty good yourself."
The group of turians turned as one to look at her before turning back to the counter. She could only assume that they hadn't seen her in Saren's arms. Good.
His discretion was one of his few good qualities he possessed.
Why was she at the bar again? Oh right, to make kava.
She was taking the two cups to Saren when Nilia stopped her and dragged her over to the corner near the toilets.
This couldn't be good.
Nilia got right to the point in typical fashion. She could get behind such an approach to things.
"Jane, I kind of bartered with Saren for him to look after you."
Well that explained the 5 years of kava comment.
"So... what's the damage, Nilia?"
Just to be sure that she didn't have to sacrifice her first born child on an altar to whatever cult of human haters he was a part of. He was likely the lead cultist.
That was a bit far-fetched by her standards.
Nilia looked rather relieved by her calmness. She'd never been one to panic outwardly. Her thoughts were currently as ordered as Omega though.
"It's nothing too bad I can assure you. You just have to make him kava for free and give him priority in queues."
That was only half the story. She was sure of it. Nilia's sudden interest in making eye contact with the wall behind her only reinforced that belief.
"Really? When I woke up he told me that I owed him five years worth."
"Five years? Yes.. yeah, that's correct. Are you alright with that?"
She shrugged and smiled faintly. It seemed it was as much news to her as it was to Nilia.
"It could be worse. I could be making kava for the whole of C-Sec if someone like Pallin had looked after me."
Nilia chuckled but it was weak. Oh God.
So it had come down to Pallin or Saren? Two of the most conservative turians on the Citadel. She still couldn't remember much of what happened following her leaving the Hospital. Maybe it was best she didn't remember.
Their conversation was halted by Saren's approach. Nilia wrapped things up and made herself scarce with a slight smile at her.
"Thanks Jane. Check your bank account later tonight, you'll be pleasantly surprised. You can go home now if you want."
There was something suggestive in the go home part of her sentence. She wasn't particularly sure what Nilia was trying to imply. Best not to try. Nilia was a bit of a wildcard at times.
She slowly turned to face Saren. His attention was solely focussed on the cups in her hands. Any hint of a smirk on her face was carefully suppressed. She carefully handed him his two cups.
"Enjoy!"
Not even a nod, he just turned and walked back to his seat. Rude.
What an arsehole.
He'd likely need a thermal pad for his second cup. Best to get it now before he starts giving her death threats for giving him cold kava. His glare could probably prevent heat loss if he tried staring really hard at the other cup.
His expression could only be described as purely content when she approached him, thermal pad in hand, mid-sip. Almost open even. She couldn't help the soft smile that crossed her lips. Who would have thought that Saren Arterius could be conquered by a cup of turian coffee?
"Here you are sir. A thermal pad for the other cup."
She had just turned around to leave when his voice rumbled behind her. It was faintly mocking but she'd take what she could get. Regardless of his delivery it remained a shock.
"Thank you."
She turned to face him, he was as blank as usual but if she looked closely she thought she could see slight humour buried deep in his expression.
He probably thought that he'd caught her unawares with his gratitude.
Please. Jane Shepard was the queen of curveballs.
"No, thank you. I really appreciate you looking after me whilst I was sleeping. I slept quite well."
He had no verbal reply to that but the slight relaxation she witnessed as he took a sip of his kava in response was more than enough.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 14
anonymous
January 25 2015, 10:51:28 UTC
Daredevil: a reckless person who enjoys doing dangerous things.
She'd submitted her graduate thesis several weeks ago to her thesis supervisor.
Dr Jane Shepard; specialist in reconstructive cybernetics. That had a great ring to it.
It'd be a shame to leave Nilia's really, she'd enjoyed working there, but that was something to think on later.
When she had job offers.
She'd submitted her thesis earlier than the deadline so there was still some waiting to do.
Best to think in the present, Jane.
Nilia's was pretty packed tonight. She had been making kava non-stop. There were a lot of turian Blue Suns mercenaries at the bar. Word of mouth was a powerful thing.
It had been two months since she'd last saw Saren. She wasn't counting of course. It was just something she'd observed.
You generally keep track of the person whom you're essentially an indentured servant to.
Thankfully, any comments that anyone made about her sleeping in his arms had fizzled after about a week. The turians were generally extremely jealous when they heard what he got out of it.
She couldn't help but remember Garrus's reaction.
"Spirits? Five years worth? For free?.. Would you consider fainting now? I can be chivalrous for kava too... No?"
Humans? Well. Some of the C-Sec officers, likely led by Harkin, had come to the conclusion that it was less the kava the turians appreciated for, but acts of a more sexual nature.
The notion was hilarious to her. She'd never considered turians on a sexual level. They had nice builds admittedly; tiny waists and broad shoulders. She could appreciate those on any male. She'd heard rather interesting things about their equipment downstairs. Long. Thick. Ridged. Their voices were nice also. Saren's baritone especially. It was almost sinful.
Too bad he never had anything nice to say.
But being able to recognise a species as being physically appealing didn't necessarily lead to attraction. Most of the turians she'd met had personalities so sedate and well, boring, that she'd never been attracted to them. She liked a little excitement. So it was quite a revelation to meet turians like Nilia, Garrus, Nihlus and Saren. They felt more like people to her than turians which had become synonymous with duty-driven and boring in her mind. Kind of like the Alliance. And God wasn't that a horrible thing to think.
By all measures Saren was really not much different. Maybe it was the fact that it was so fun to poke fun at him. Or the surprising gentleness he'd held her with. She'd enjoyed waking up in his arms.
And wasn't that a shock?
One would think she were a romantic with how much that had meant to her. She'd admittedly never been held like that by a man. In the military there hadn't been time for gentle holds and reassuring presences. That was only emphasised during her time in the Interplanetary Combatives Training program. Add on to that her stature and most human men found her rather intimidating to treat in a gentle manner. Despite her pretty face she wasn't much of a princess. Part of the reason that she'd never been in a long-term relationship.
She may as well have been one of the boys with the fact her sex life all her life had been one night stands.
Judging by the fact that Saren had even held her all that time, he hadn't needed to as there were vacant seats by the time she'd woken, had to have meant something. His hatred of humans was as legendary as his exploits in both the Attican Traverse and Terminus Systems. He wouldn't have just held her if he didn't have some form of affection for her. Or her kava.
That was enough for her to work with.
She had a feeling that this was a horrible idea but she'd always loved a challenge. If she failed she could always laugh at his reaction whilst she ran for her life. She could probably get a job at Noveria, they always need lab grunts, if the Citadel became off-limits.
For better or worse, she would commence Operation Seduce Saren Arterius... no.
For better or worse, she would commence Operation Daredevil next time she saw Saren at Nilia's.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 15
anonymous
January 26 2015, 09:13:38 UTC
Flirtatious: behaving in such a way as to suggest a playful sexual attraction to someone.
It'd been three months since he'd last had kava or seen the barista, his traitorous mind reminded him, as he gradually grew closer to the Lounge.
He'd long ago accepted his attraction to the human barista. Acceptance didn't necessarily mean action however, he had no intention of acting upon it.
His last mission had been fairly routine, an investigation into sources of the current red sand problem on the Citadel. He'd destroyed roughly a dozen refineries and factories littered throughout the Terminus Systems. He'd have returned to the Citadel roughly a month earlier if his ship's navigational routines hadn't been completely fried by an improvised EMP by a Quarian tech that one of the facilities had hired.
It'd taken him a week to just restore the VI to a usable condition. He wasn't much of an engineer, he was a weapons expert first and foremost and an adept second.
He would have to fix that at some point.
The Lounge was largely as he remembered but there were now 2 vidscreens flanking the bar and a far more extensive collection of levo alcohol. The place would likely be luxurious in a few years with the level of patronage from C-Sec.
The bar was empty as it was extremely late into the night cycle.
The barista was there; wiping down the counter and humming under her breath. And if the warmth he felt in his stomach was what he thought it was. He'd missed his kava, and by extension, her, far more than he thought he would. He would remedy that shortly.
She noticed him as he approached the counter and gave him a smile. Where before her smiles had been gentle bearings of teeth and sardonic curves of her lips, they were now just a slight rise of the corner of the right side of her mouth.
Salacious even. He'd seen this look on asari before. It had been a while though.
He couldn't say this development was unwelcome, merely unexpected. He'd fully intended on just ignoring his attraction to the barista until it faded. The possibility of her returning it raised intriguing possibilities. Most ending with her beneath him in the throes of pleasure with a cup of kava within easy reach of him.
A turian could dream.
Where her smile was subtle, her choice of words were anything but and the smirk in her green eyes told him it was all intentional.
"How can I serve you, sir?"
He ignored the part of his mind that rationally explained that it was her job to serve him and almost quipped on her knees preferably. His plates began to shift at the idea. If she wanted to play subtly like this, he would do so too. This could be amusing.
"You know how you may serve me."
It was a good thing that she couldn't hear his subvocals, they were currently rumbling with a mix of lust and interest. The Lounge was empty, thankfully, he didn't think his reputation could recover from a further blow. Somehow, Tevos had heard of what had happened and now regarded him as something.. cute.. Quentius was full of understanding, naturally. With one of his aides bringing him kava everyday, the only thing he could do was understand.
And be jealous of course.
Her smile was full of promise and her voice full of husk as she replied to him leaning slightly over the counter. She smelt like rovale nuts, alcohol and mild arousal. His codpiece began to feel incredibly tight.
"I shall aim to please then."
He watched her almost unblinkingly as she prepared his kava. The curve of her waist, the swell of her cleavage, the knowing smirk partially obscured by her crimson hair as she brewed it. And when she methodically smoothed down her apron from her upper back to her waist his interest piqued. When she slowly stroked her waist it could only be called obsession. There was nothing innocent in the gesture.
The game was not so amusing anymore, the erection he was hiding under his armour only reinforced that.
She placed the kava onto the counter with hooded eyes and slightly stroked the rim of the cup.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 16
anonymous
January 26 2015, 19:02:44 UTC
Rouse: make angry or excited.
Jane hadn't expected anywhere near the magnitude of response she'd gotten from him. She'd been fully prepared for a long slog encouraging him to the idea. With a timescale of several visits, not several minutes. Him playing along with a voice that imparted more rumble than words had not been part of the plan.
He was slowly sipping his kava and staring at her with unflinching focus.
The liquid heat in his stare had her slightly wet. She had the feeling it was only the kava in his hand and common decency that was stopping him from jumping her.
She wouldn't be opposed to being jumped. Not at all.
She could tease him some more but the little teasing she'd done had achieved far more than expected. But where to go from here, she'd not given much thought as to how to broach sex to him. She wasn't particularly sure how to proceed.
She frowned slightly with a sigh.
He looked vaguely disappointed strangely enough in response to her sigh and his usual dour expression returned. Did he think that their game was over? That this was over? Not by a long shot.
Time to turn the charm back on.
She leaned over the counter and placed one of her hands next to his arm. She was rather close to him now. She could have sworn his breath slightly hitched as her hair brushed his arm.
The heat was back. It was nice to feel so...
Wanted.
"Sir. Is there anything I can provide you with?"
Her voice was almost dark with lust. Why was this turning her on so much?
He'd likely tired of her teasing as he gently grasped her wrist and stroked it lightly with gloved talon-tips and pulled her slightly further into the counter.
"There are many things you can provide me with human, but first, tell me what you want to give me."
His breath was hot on her face and his gaze hotter.
Teasing was definitely over but she didn't want to make it so easy for him.
"I think it would only be fair if you would call me Jane first."
She'd tested his patience. He stood up, placed his kava on the counter and lifted her over the counter and into his lap as he sat back down. She didn't resist, this was finally going somewhere. She repositioned herself so her legs were around his hips, he quietly groaned at that, and her crotch was against his. His talons came down off of the counter to rest lightly on her waist.
He leaned closer to her and rumbled in her ear.
"Very well. Jane."
he heat that pooled in her groin in response to hearing her name leave his mouth was intense, he groaned again, likely smelling her arousal. It was a shame he was wearing armour.
Whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by the door opening.
Fucking Nilia. Worst timing. She momentarily looked like she'd just walked in on her parents or something equally embarrassing. Then it was gone and the humour appeared.
"Oh. Jane and.. OH! Right... I'm locking up the place, leave and fuck somewhere else."
Fucking Nilia. All sarcasm and bluntness. Neither her or Saren bothered to reply.
She turned to look at Saren who'd been stroking her waist throughout Nilia's intrusion. It seemed he hadn't stopped looking at her face the whole time.
She felt like she probably had a damp spot on her jeans. They'd barely done anything and she was so hot.
"Now. Please. I'd like all the musk in the air to at least be gone before we reopen."
Saren grabbed his kava with a free hand and lifted her into a bridal carry. Oh? She was expecting them to have to go their separate ways. Looked like she would be getting some.
He'd likely guessed where her thoughts had gone as he looked at her with a slight smirk in his mandibles. He leaned down once again and she felt the ghosting of teeth against the shell of her ear as he spoke directly into her ear.
"You thought I was done with you, Jane?"
Nilia actually looked scandalized.
"LEAVE. PLEASE! FOR SPIRIT'S SAKE!!"
Her voice seemed slightly hysterical. Nilia hysterical, she couldn't help snorting with laughter. Saren squeezed her ass in reprimand. She looked back up at him and fell silent at the heavy lust in his expression.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 17
anonymous
January 27 2015, 07:02:02 UTC
Preliminary: preceding or done in preparation for something fuller or more important.
They'd arrived at a penthouse suite on the Presidium, likely owned by Saren. He'd thankfully had a tactical cloak so they were not seen by any of the gardeners. He'd been slowly groping her ass as they moved.
She was burning inside her clothes.
He backed her into a wall as soon as they had entered the suite and slowly licked a trail of hot saliva from her collarbone to the back of her ear. His tongue was long and coarse, the thought of that tongue on her pussy made her shudder.
"Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?"
The things his voice did to her...
Her reply was almost smothered by her husky chuckle.
"Why don't you show me?"
He stared at her lips in mild contemplation whilst she spoke before he removed himself from contact with her entirely.
His gaze was piercing and his voice almost completely neutral if she couldn't still hear the slight darkness that seemed to ting his speech. Not so unaffected are you?...
So hot.
"I think it would only be fair that you repay me for your teasing."
Oh? She almost called him out on his endless groping of her waist and her ass but that would involve stopping him from talking.
Later.
"I want you on your knees. I'd like you to help remove my codpiece... I can guide you from there."
Definitely the right decision to not interrupt him.
She replied with a lustful smirk and slowly got down on her knees.
"Like this?"
She began to slowly crawl towards him. She'd always loved a good build-up, it made the future acts even more intense.
Judging by the way he was staring at her and the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his hands, he did too.
"Spirits.. yes."
She was very close to him now and she slowly stroked his codpiece with both hands whilst staring carefully into his eyes. If anything he looked close to ending their little game. Shame. She'd never intended on making this easy for him.
She'd just have to challenge his pride.
"Aren't you meant to guide me now? I can't do all the work you know."
He froze for a moment but he grabbed her wrists with both his hands and moved them to seals along the side of his waist. He rumbled slightly before guiding her hands to unlock the seals. Neither of them bothered to look as his codpiece slowly succumbed to the effects of gravity and landed loudly on the floor.
The bulge in his undersuit was obscene and the huge wet streak around the bulge even moreso.
She couldn't help licking her lips.
"I hope you don't plan on leaving me unsatisfied, Jane."
He was still staring at her, but he'd began to guide her hands again to ease his erection through the slit at the centre of the waist of his undersuit.
It was massive. Both in girth and length and dripping with what she could only assume to be a natural lubricant. She almost felt intimidated. Then she saw the ridges and could only imagine how it would feel inside of her.
She was about to ask what he planned to do with that when he took advantage of her open mouth to push the tapered head into her mouth.
"I imagine whatever you had to say was not important. You asked how you could serve me, this is one of many ideas I have."
She could feel his rumbles through his cock, fuck that had her dripping as she moaned and sucked around his tip. His hands came to rest on the back of her head; talons tangling gently in her hair and he began to lightly thrust into her mouth. He tasted sweet.
She teased him with her tongue as he thrust, applying suction when he least expected it. His ridges were pleasant against her tongue, more like bumps if anything. He was all rumbling compliments as to how good she looked with her lips wrapped around him and how good her mouth felt.
His voice was slightly ragged and he began to hold down harder onto her head and thrust deeper whilst maintaining his methodical pace. She was taking about half of him now and he was beginning to hit the entrance to her throat.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 17 cont
anonymous
January 27 2015, 07:03:09 UTC
Did he think she was an asari deepthroat artist? She was willing to try though even with how thick the base of his dick was.
She moaned her assent around him and began to meet his thrusts. The sounds were filthy. The wet noises of his cock repeatedly entering and leaving her mouth coupled with their moans. He definitely needed to fuck her after this.
The lubricant he seemed to be giving off in place of precum was making this a lot easier than she thought it would be as he'd started making shallow entrances into her throat.
And then her air supply cut off and she saw lights behind her eyes. Only his thick base was exposed and her nose was almost against his undersuit. His moan was so loud and unrestrained it spurred her on as she slowly eased him out of her throat. She was disappointed that she hadn't taken him all and he seemed really close so her window of opportunity was closing.
She deepthroated him a few times more as he stood there more or less paralyzed. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed herself down him and he pushed back and suddenly she had taken it all. She couldn't help but massage his waist with her face buried in the wet patch of his undersuit. It was a little disgusting to be honest but a small part of her couldn't help but be turned on.
"Spirits... I'm going to cum."
He tried to pull completely out of her mouth. She wanted to taste him, so she let him withdraw until just the tip was in before closing her mouth around him. The surprised lust in his face as his cock throbbed in her mouth had her cunt swollen with arousal and he unleashed.
He came. A lot. The taste was sweet and hot. Almost like cinnamon.
Definitely worth it.
But not worth nearly as much as how he dragged her to the bedroom with a hand on her crotch after he saw that she'd swallowed.
Re: Saren/FShep Coffee and Spectres (Drabbles) 18
anonymous
January 28 2015, 07:36:08 UTC
Concupiscence: strong sexual desire; lust
All Saren could think about was how much he wanted to be plates deep into Jane after she swallowed. Preferably, as soon as possible.
But first, he wanted her to burn for him as much as he burned for her. He had no intention of making this a one time thing, he'd never had such an intense reaction to a blowjob before and he'd admittedly had better. She wasn't an asari who made a living sucking alien cock after all. But he'd never been vocal either, let alone murmuring compliments.
It was strange how one reacted sexually to one they cared for.
He could feel her dampness through the crotch of her clothing and smell himself on her breath.
Spirits.
They'd arrived in the bedroom, the bed was quite luxurious, he wanted to fuck her on that first. Then maybe the counter.
He had plans for her.
"Strip."
He could barely understand himself, his voice was almost more growl than words and judging by how her eyes dilated in response and her eyes seemed to darken she was definitely lost to her own lust.
He'd half expected her to draw it out and be playful about it but she was incredibly efficient. Very military. He couldn't help but approve.
He idly wondered to himself whether he should fuck her with his armour on first...
No. She deserved better, besides, he wanted to feel all of her.
Her arousal was a heady aroma that almost seemed stuck in his nasal plates as he slowly removed his armour, never once looking away from her. She was slowly stroking the seam of her sex.
She was so wet. It would make things easier though, this would likely be an incredibly tight fit. He was not joking about wanting to be plates deep in her. Judging by earlier, she'd likely be happy to accomodate him.
The idea of stretching her out of shape for any other human lovers she had filled him with an almost dark satisfaction. His erection visibly twitched and he heard her slight groan as he removed his undersuit.
He wondered how he looked to her after he'd removed his undersuit. She was pure temptation to his eyes; curvy waist, full perky breasts, crimson hair. He shouldn't want her so badly, but he did and that was all that mattered right now. Judging by the look in her eyes, his appreciation was returned.
She turned in response to his silent scrutiny.
Her back was littered with burns with the largest being one running from the nape of her neck to the her right side. The only thing he could think of was finding whomever had marred her skin and murdering them. But she turned back and the questioning smile on her face voiced her self-consciousness at her scars.
They were nothing to be ashamed of, he would just have to move her mind to more important matters.
He closed the gap between them and pushed her backwards onto the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist. She lightly squeezed her thighs and it took all of his self-discipline to not just spear her on his length.
He gently rubbed the head of his damp cock on the lips of her sex making sure to make contact with that button at the hood. Another thing humans shared with asari thankfully.
He hadn't done any research.
There was one more thing he wanted to do before he fucked her though. He leaned over her and spoke directly into her ear.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Jane."
He wished he could take a picture of her face as he thrust just the tip in as she tried to respond. He could get behind the idea of stopping her from talking with his dick. She was tight, so so wet and warm.
She had just woken up, good. He'd be happy to see her make him some kava.
Happy. Who would have thought he'd be happy to see a human do anything apart from die?
He couldn't help but contemplate the last few hours he'd spent with her in his arms.
He could say with full certainty that his plates had not shifted once whilst the human was asleep despite her unnatural fascination with his neck. There had been several close moments but turian discipline had beaten human clinginess.
There hadn't really been any doubt after all which was better.
The hours he spent with her in his arms were admittedly more pleasant than he was expecting. It had been a long time since he'd sat still for the purpose of relaxation outside of sleep. Even with the human it was relaxing.
C-Sec had left several minutes after he had sat down with Pallin leading the charge back to the Academy.
The stares had not annoyed him surprisingly. Between the warmth of the human, the luxury of the chair and the paper on mass effect physics he was reading. He was quite content.
The implications of him being in such a state with a human close to him, against him even, was bizarre.
Her face was closely pressed to his neck. He couldn't really find the motivation to move her back to his shoulder. It was not uncomfortable.
His omnitool had the capability of making highly detailed biometric scans. He'd find out her height, she was the only human female he'd met that came up to the base of his cowl, he'd be interested in seeing the commonality of such a height.
Purely professional interest, of course.
5"11 and a half. 99.9th percentile female human height. 96th percentile asari height.
So she was considered a giant amongst her species. He was not unfamiliar with that feeling. He was 7"0 with the average turian male coming at 6"7 and females at 6"6. It was especially obvious when his kind showed far less variation in height than humans and asari did.
In the process of taking the scan his hand had brushed her hair.
What an odd texture. Absolutely alien.
He looked carefully around him. The bar was full but they couldn't see him from where they were seated. And the rest of the room was empty.
He gazed at her hair. It was freely flowing to her nape of her neck in that garish hue it contained. It almost seemed like it was taunting him.
He lightly ran his gloved fingers through it. Interesting. It was almost liquid in its solidity and so independent of each strand. Nothing like a fringe; turian or asari. It was so odd...
He cautiously stroked the main bulk of it. She sighed and clutched closer to him. Judging by the lack of arousal he smelt it was purely one of contentment. Good. He didn't want to have to throw his newly found kava slave onto the floor and
have to run his armour through a Quarian-grade decontamination chamber.
The thought of kava was all the encouragement he needed to continue stroking her hair. The better well rested she was the higher the quality was likely to be.
It was a weak excuse.
Thinking carefully it was clear he had some small amount of affection for the human. He wouldn't have stopped Pallin from holding her otherwise. Or be stroking her hair.
It was not sexual at least. Thank the Spirits.
More like the affection one would have for a pet. Pets didn't threaten to make your plates shift or made exquisite kava, had a sweet scent and had an unnaturally similar body to an asari.
Okay, it was a little sexual. Thankfully, he only seemed to be attracted to her and not all human females.
And why didn't the idea of being attracted to the human, no Jane, bother him?
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Nilia was at the bar working her magic on a group of turian males as she approached.
Nilia gave her an evaluatory glance that held far too much amusement in it for her liking. Her eyes practically glinted.
"Good. You're awake. You look much better Jane."
"Thanks Nilia. Looking pretty good yourself."
The group of turians turned as one to look at her before turning back to the counter. She could only assume that they hadn't seen her in Saren's arms. Good.
His discretion was one of his few good qualities he possessed.
Why was she at the bar again? Oh right, to make kava.
She was taking the two cups to Saren when Nilia stopped her and dragged her over to the corner near the toilets.
This couldn't be good.
Nilia got right to the point in typical fashion. She could get behind such an approach to things.
"Jane, I kind of bartered with Saren for him to look after you."
Well that explained the 5 years of kava comment.
"So... what's the damage, Nilia?"
Just to be sure that she didn't have to sacrifice her first born child on an altar to whatever cult of human haters he was a part of. He was likely the lead cultist.
That was a bit far-fetched by her standards.
Nilia looked rather relieved by her calmness. She'd never been one to panic outwardly. Her thoughts were currently as ordered as Omega though.
"It's nothing too bad I can assure you. You just have to make him kava for free and give him priority in queues."
That was only half the story. She was sure of it. Nilia's sudden interest in making eye contact with the wall behind her only reinforced that belief.
"Really? When I woke up he told me that I owed him five years worth."
"Five years? Yes.. yeah, that's correct. Are you alright with that?"
She shrugged and smiled faintly. It seemed it was as much news to her as it was to Nilia.
"It could be worse. I could be making kava for the whole of C-Sec if someone like Pallin had looked after me."
Nilia chuckled but it was weak. Oh God.
So it had come down to Pallin or Saren? Two of the most conservative turians on the Citadel. She still couldn't remember much of what happened following her leaving the Hospital. Maybe it was best she didn't remember.
Their conversation was halted by Saren's approach. Nilia wrapped things up and made herself scarce with a slight smile at her.
"Thanks Jane. Check your bank account later tonight, you'll be pleasantly surprised. You can go home now if you want."
There was something suggestive in the go home part of her sentence. She wasn't particularly sure what Nilia was trying to imply. Best not to try. Nilia was a bit of a wildcard at times.
She slowly turned to face Saren. His attention was solely focussed on the cups in her hands. Any hint of a smirk on her face was carefully suppressed. She carefully handed him his two cups.
"Enjoy!"
Not even a nod, he just turned and walked back to his seat. Rude.
What an arsehole.
He'd likely need a thermal pad for his second cup. Best to get it now before he starts giving her death threats for giving him cold kava. His glare could probably prevent heat loss if he tried staring really hard at the other cup.
His expression could only be described as purely content when she approached him, thermal pad in hand, mid-sip. Almost open even. She couldn't help the soft smile that crossed her lips. Who would have thought that Saren Arterius could be conquered by a cup of turian coffee?
"Here you are sir. A thermal pad for the other cup."
She had just turned around to leave when his voice rumbled behind her. It was faintly mocking but she'd take what she could get. Regardless of his delivery it remained a shock.
"Thank you."
She turned to face him, he was as blank as usual but if she looked closely she thought she could see slight humour buried deep in his expression.
He probably thought that he'd caught her unawares with his gratitude.
Please. Jane Shepard was the queen of curveballs.
"No, thank you. I really appreciate you looking after me whilst I was sleeping. I slept quite well."
He had no verbal reply to that but the slight relaxation she witnessed as he took a sip of his kava in response was more than enough.
You're welcome.
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She'd submitted her graduate thesis several weeks ago to her thesis supervisor.
Dr Jane Shepard; specialist in reconstructive cybernetics. That had a great ring to it.
It'd be a shame to leave Nilia's really, she'd enjoyed working there, but that was something to think on later.
When she had job offers.
She'd submitted her thesis earlier than the deadline so there was still some waiting to do.
Best to think in the present, Jane.
Nilia's was pretty packed tonight. She had been making kava non-stop. There were a lot of turian Blue Suns mercenaries at the bar. Word of mouth was a powerful thing.
It had been two months since she'd last saw Saren. She wasn't counting of course. It was just something she'd observed.
You generally keep track of the person whom you're essentially an indentured servant to.
Thankfully, any comments that anyone made about her sleeping in his arms had fizzled after about a week. The turians were generally extremely jealous when they heard what he got out of it.
She couldn't help but remember Garrus's reaction.
"Spirits? Five years worth? For free?.. Would you consider fainting now? I can be chivalrous for kava too... No?"
Humans? Well. Some of the C-Sec officers, likely led by Harkin, had come to the conclusion that it was less the kava the turians appreciated for, but acts of a more sexual nature.
The notion was hilarious to her. She'd never considered turians on a sexual level. They had nice builds admittedly; tiny waists and broad shoulders. She could appreciate those on any male. She'd heard rather interesting things about their equipment downstairs. Long. Thick. Ridged. Their voices were nice also. Saren's baritone especially. It was almost sinful.
Too bad he never had anything nice to say.
But being able to recognise a species as being physically appealing didn't necessarily lead to attraction. Most of the turians she'd met had personalities so sedate and well, boring, that she'd never been attracted to them. She liked a little excitement. So it was quite a revelation to meet turians like Nilia, Garrus, Nihlus and Saren. They felt more like people to her than turians which had become synonymous with duty-driven and boring in her mind. Kind of like the Alliance. And God wasn't that a horrible thing to think.
By all measures Saren was really not much different. Maybe it was the fact that it was so fun to poke fun at him. Or the surprising gentleness he'd held her with. She'd enjoyed waking up in his arms.
And wasn't that a shock?
One would think she were a romantic with how much that had meant to her. She'd admittedly never been held like that by a man. In the military there hadn't been time for gentle holds and reassuring presences. That was only emphasised during her time in the Interplanetary Combatives Training program. Add on to that her stature and most human men found her rather intimidating to treat in a gentle manner. Despite her pretty face she wasn't much of a princess. Part of the reason that she'd never been in a long-term relationship.
She may as well have been one of the boys with the fact her sex life all her life had been one night stands.
Judging by the fact that Saren had even held her all that time, he hadn't needed to as there were vacant seats by the time she'd woken, had to have meant something. His hatred of humans was as legendary as his exploits in both the Attican Traverse and Terminus Systems. He wouldn't have just held her if he didn't have some form of affection for her. Or her kava.
That was enough for her to work with.
She had a feeling that this was a horrible idea but she'd always loved a challenge. If she failed she could always laugh at his reaction whilst she ran for her life. She could probably get a job at Noveria, they always need lab grunts, if the Citadel became off-limits.
For better or worse, she would commence Operation Seduce Saren Arterius... no.
For better or worse, she would commence Operation Daredevil next time she saw Saren at Nilia's.
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A!A, you can't do this to me! Cliffhanger... now that's just mean c:
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It'd been three months since he'd last had kava or seen the barista, his traitorous mind reminded him, as he gradually grew closer to the Lounge.
He'd long ago accepted his attraction to the human barista. Acceptance didn't necessarily mean action however, he had no intention of acting upon it.
His last mission had been fairly routine, an investigation into sources of the current red sand problem on the Citadel. He'd destroyed roughly a dozen refineries and factories littered throughout the Terminus Systems. He'd have returned to the Citadel roughly a month earlier if his ship's navigational routines hadn't been completely fried by an improvised EMP by a Quarian tech that one of the facilities had hired.
It'd taken him a week to just restore the VI to a usable condition. He wasn't much of an engineer, he was a weapons expert first and foremost and an adept second.
He would have to fix that at some point.
The Lounge was largely as he remembered but there were now 2 vidscreens flanking the bar and a far more extensive collection of levo alcohol. The place would likely be luxurious in a few years with the level of patronage from C-Sec.
The bar was empty as it was extremely late into the night cycle.
The barista was there; wiping down the counter and humming under her breath. And if the warmth he felt in his stomach was what he thought it was. He'd missed his kava, and by extension, her, far more than he thought he would. He would remedy that shortly.
She noticed him as he approached the counter and gave him a smile. Where before her smiles had been gentle bearings of teeth and sardonic curves of her lips, they were now just a slight rise of the corner of the right side of her mouth.
Salacious even. He'd seen this look on asari before. It had been a while though.
He couldn't say this development was unwelcome, merely unexpected. He'd fully intended on just ignoring his attraction to the barista until it faded. The possibility of her returning it raised intriguing possibilities. Most ending with her beneath him in the throes of pleasure with a cup of kava within easy reach of him.
A turian could dream.
Where her smile was subtle, her choice of words were anything but and the smirk in her green eyes told him it was all intentional.
"How can I serve you, sir?"
He ignored the part of his mind that rationally explained that it was her job to serve him and almost quipped on her knees preferably. His plates began to shift at the idea. If she wanted to play subtly like this, he would do so too. This could be amusing.
"You know how you may serve me."
It was a good thing that she couldn't hear his subvocals, they were currently rumbling with a mix of lust and interest. The Lounge was empty, thankfully, he didn't think his reputation could recover from a further blow. Somehow, Tevos had heard of what had happened and now regarded him as something.. cute.. Quentius was full of understanding, naturally. With one of his aides bringing him kava everyday, the only thing he could do was understand.
And be jealous of course.
Her smile was full of promise and her voice full of husk as she replied to him leaning slightly over the counter. She smelt like rovale nuts, alcohol and mild arousal. His codpiece began to feel incredibly tight.
"I shall aim to please then."
He watched her almost unblinkingly as she prepared his kava. The curve of her waist, the swell of her cleavage, the knowing smirk partially obscured by her crimson hair as she brewed it. And when she methodically smoothed down her apron from her upper back to her waist his interest piqued. When she slowly stroked her waist it could only be called obsession. There was nothing innocent in the gesture.
The game was not so amusing anymore, the erection he was hiding under his armour only reinforced that.
She placed the kava onto the counter with hooded eyes and slightly stroked the rim of the cup.
Yes, the game was definitely over.
"Enjoy... sir."
She'd put emphasis on the sir...
Spirits. The things he wanted to do to her.
But first, his kava.
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Next update please come fast!
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Jane hadn't expected anywhere near the magnitude of response she'd gotten from him. She'd been fully prepared for a long slog encouraging him to the idea. With a timescale of several visits, not several minutes. Him playing along with a voice that imparted more rumble than words had not been part of the plan.
He was slowly sipping his kava and staring at her with unflinching focus.
The liquid heat in his stare had her slightly wet. She had the feeling it was only the kava in his hand and common decency that was stopping him from jumping her.
She wouldn't be opposed to being jumped. Not at all.
She could tease him some more but the little teasing she'd done had achieved far more than expected. But where to go from here, she'd not given much thought as to how to broach sex to him. She wasn't particularly sure how to proceed.
She frowned slightly with a sigh.
He looked vaguely disappointed strangely enough in response to her sigh and his usual dour expression returned. Did he think that their game was over? That this was over? Not by a long shot.
Time to turn the charm back on.
She leaned over the counter and placed one of her hands next to his arm. She was rather close to him now. She could have sworn his breath slightly hitched as her hair brushed his arm.
The heat was back. It was nice to feel so...
Wanted.
"Sir. Is there anything I can provide you with?"
Her voice was almost dark with lust. Why was this turning her on so much?
He'd likely tired of her teasing as he gently grasped her wrist and stroked it lightly with gloved talon-tips and pulled her slightly further into the counter.
"There are many things you can provide me with human, but first, tell me what you want to give me."
His breath was hot on her face and his gaze hotter.
Teasing was definitely over but she didn't want to make it so easy for him.
"I think it would only be fair if you would call me Jane first."
She'd tested his patience. He stood up, placed his kava on the counter and lifted her over the counter and into his lap as he sat back down. She didn't resist, this was finally going somewhere. She repositioned herself so her legs were around his hips, he quietly groaned at that, and her crotch was against his. His talons came down off of the counter to rest lightly on her waist.
He leaned closer to her and rumbled in her ear.
"Very well. Jane."
he heat that pooled in her groin in response to hearing her name leave his mouth was intense, he groaned again, likely smelling her arousal. It was a shame he was wearing armour.
Whatever else he was going to say was interrupted by the door opening.
Fucking Nilia. Worst timing. She momentarily looked like she'd just walked in on her parents or something equally embarrassing. Then it was gone and the humour appeared.
"Oh. Jane and.. OH! Right... I'm locking up the place, leave and fuck somewhere else."
Fucking Nilia. All sarcasm and bluntness. Neither her or Saren bothered to reply.
She turned to look at Saren who'd been stroking her waist throughout Nilia's intrusion. It seemed he hadn't stopped looking at her face the whole time.
She felt like she probably had a damp spot on her jeans. They'd barely done anything and she was so hot.
"Now. Please. I'd like all the musk in the air to at least be gone before we reopen."
Saren grabbed his kava with a free hand and lifted her into a bridal carry. Oh? She was expecting them to have to go their separate ways. Looked like she would be getting some.
He'd likely guessed where her thoughts had gone as he looked at her with a slight smirk in his mandibles. He leaned down once again and she felt the ghosting of teeth against the shell of her ear as he spoke directly into her ear.
"You thought I was done with you, Jane?"
Nilia actually looked scandalized.
"LEAVE. PLEASE! FOR SPIRIT'S SAKE!!"
Her voice seemed slightly hysterical. Nilia hysterical, she couldn't help snorting with laughter. Saren squeezed her ass in reprimand. She looked back up at him and fell silent at the heavy lust in his expression.
"Focus on me."
So she did and they left.
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I.... I may be in love with you, A!A
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They'd arrived at a penthouse suite on the Presidium, likely owned by Saren. He'd thankfully had a tactical cloak so they were not seen by any of the gardeners. He'd been slowly groping her ass as they moved.
She was burning inside her clothes.
He backed her into a wall as soon as they had entered the suite and slowly licked a trail of hot saliva from her collarbone to the back of her ear. His tongue was long and coarse, the thought of that tongue on her pussy made her shudder.
"Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?"
The things his voice did to her...
Her reply was almost smothered by her husky chuckle.
"Why don't you show me?"
He stared at her lips in mild contemplation whilst she spoke before he removed himself from contact with her entirely.
His gaze was piercing and his voice almost completely neutral if she couldn't still hear the slight darkness that seemed to ting his speech. Not so unaffected are you?...
So hot.
"I think it would only be fair that you repay me for your teasing."
Oh? She almost called him out on his endless groping of her waist and her ass but that would involve stopping him from talking.
Later.
"I want you on your knees. I'd like you to help remove my codpiece... I can guide you from there."
Definitely the right decision to not interrupt him.
She replied with a lustful smirk and slowly got down on her knees.
"Like this?"
She began to slowly crawl towards him. She'd always loved a good build-up, it made the future acts even more intense.
Judging by the way he was staring at her and the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his hands, he did too.
"Spirits.. yes."
She was very close to him now and she slowly stroked his codpiece with both hands whilst staring carefully into his eyes. If anything he looked close to ending their little game. Shame. She'd never intended on making this easy for him.
She'd just have to challenge his pride.
"Aren't you meant to guide me now? I can't do all the work you know."
He froze for a moment but he grabbed her wrists with both his hands and moved them to seals along the side of his waist. He rumbled slightly before guiding her hands to unlock the seals. Neither of them bothered to look as his codpiece slowly succumbed to the effects of gravity and landed loudly on the floor.
The bulge in his undersuit was obscene and the huge wet streak around the bulge even moreso.
She couldn't help licking her lips.
"I hope you don't plan on leaving me unsatisfied, Jane."
He was still staring at her, but he'd began to guide her hands again to ease his erection through the slit at the centre of the waist of his undersuit.
It was massive. Both in girth and length and dripping with what she could only assume to be a natural lubricant. She almost felt intimidated. Then she saw the ridges and could only imagine how it would feel inside of her.
She was about to ask what he planned to do with that when he took advantage of her open mouth to push the tapered head into her mouth.
"I imagine whatever you had to say was not important. You asked how you could serve me, this is one of many ideas I have."
She could feel his rumbles through his cock, fuck that had her dripping as she moaned and sucked around his tip. His hands came to rest on the back of her head; talons tangling gently in her hair and he began to lightly thrust into her mouth. He tasted sweet.
She teased him with her tongue as he thrust, applying suction when he least expected it. His ridges were pleasant against her tongue, more like bumps if anything. He was all rumbling compliments as to how good she looked with her lips wrapped around him and how good her mouth felt.
His voice was slightly ragged and he began to hold down harder onto her head and thrust deeper whilst maintaining his methodical pace. She was taking about half of him now and he was beginning to hit the entrance to her throat.
"I want you to take it all."
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She moaned her assent around him and began to meet his thrusts. The sounds were filthy. The wet noises of his cock repeatedly entering and leaving her mouth coupled with their moans. He definitely needed to fuck her after this.
The lubricant he seemed to be giving off in place of precum was making this a lot easier than she thought it would be as he'd started making shallow entrances into her throat.
And then her air supply cut off and she saw lights behind her eyes. Only his thick base was exposed and her nose was almost against his undersuit. His moan was so loud and unrestrained it spurred her on as she slowly eased him out of her throat. She was disappointed that she hadn't taken him all and he seemed really close so her window of opportunity was closing.
She deepthroated him a few times more as he stood there more or less paralyzed. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pushed herself down him and he pushed back and suddenly she had taken it all. She couldn't help but massage his waist with her face buried in the wet patch of his undersuit. It was a little disgusting to be honest but a small part of her couldn't help but be turned on.
"Spirits... I'm going to cum."
He tried to pull completely out of her mouth. She wanted to taste him, so she let him withdraw until just the tip was in before closing her mouth around him. The surprised lust in his face as his cock throbbed in her mouth had her cunt swollen with arousal and he unleashed.
He came. A lot. The taste was sweet and hot. Almost like cinnamon.
Definitely worth it.
But not worth nearly as much as how he dragged her to the bedroom with a hand on her crotch after he saw that she'd swallowed.
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All Saren could think about was how much he wanted to be plates deep into Jane after she swallowed. Preferably, as soon as possible.
But first, he wanted her to burn for him as much as he burned for her. He had no intention of making this a one time thing, he'd never had such an intense reaction to a blowjob before and he'd admittedly had better. She wasn't an asari who made a living sucking alien cock after all. But he'd never been vocal either, let alone murmuring compliments.
It was strange how one reacted sexually to one they cared for.
He could feel her dampness through the crotch of her clothing and smell himself on her breath.
Spirits.
They'd arrived in the bedroom, the bed was quite luxurious, he wanted to fuck her on that first. Then maybe the counter.
He had plans for her.
"Strip."
He could barely understand himself, his voice was almost more growl than words and judging by how her eyes dilated in response and her eyes seemed to darken she was definitely lost to her own lust.
He'd half expected her to draw it out and be playful about it but she was incredibly efficient. Very military. He couldn't help but approve.
He idly wondered to himself whether he should fuck her with his armour on first...
No. She deserved better, besides, he wanted to feel all of her.
Her arousal was a heady aroma that almost seemed stuck in his nasal plates as he slowly removed his armour, never once looking away from her. She was slowly stroking the seam of her sex.
She was so wet. It would make things easier though, this would likely be an incredibly tight fit. He was not joking about wanting to be plates deep in her. Judging by earlier, she'd likely be happy to accomodate him.
The idea of stretching her out of shape for any other human lovers she had filled him with an almost dark satisfaction. His erection visibly twitched and he heard her slight groan as he removed his undersuit.
He wondered how he looked to her after he'd removed his undersuit. She was pure temptation to his eyes; curvy waist, full perky breasts, crimson hair. He shouldn't want her so badly, but he did and that was all that mattered right now. Judging by the look in her eyes, his appreciation was returned.
She turned in response to his silent scrutiny.
Her back was littered with burns with the largest being one running from the nape of her neck to the her right side. The only thing he could think of was finding whomever had marred her skin and murdering them. But she turned back and the questioning smile on her face voiced her self-consciousness at her scars.
They were nothing to be ashamed of, he would just have to move her mind to more important matters.
He closed the gap between them and pushed her backwards onto the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist. She lightly squeezed her thighs and it took all of his self-discipline to not just spear her on his length.
He gently rubbed the head of his damp cock on the lips of her sex making sure to make contact with that button at the hood. Another thing humans shared with asari thankfully.
He hadn't done any research.
There was one more thing he wanted to do before he fucked her though. He leaned over her and spoke directly into her ear.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Jane."
He wished he could take a picture of her face as he thrust just the tip in as she tried to respond. He could get behind the idea of stopping her from talking with his dick. She was tight, so so wet and warm.
He slowly began to ease the rest of him inside.
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