"You alright?" he asks, that dual tone voice of his lower than usual and going to the same place that second of eye contact did.
"I'm fine," she says.
"You touched me. I thought you wanted me to stop."
She shakes her head. "If I want you to stop, you'll know."
He sighs, studying her. He still hasn't let go of her wrist. "I've never done this with a human before. Or even someone who isn't turian. I don't know much venom you'll react to, and how."
"What happened when you were young and stupid?" asks Alenko.
"This recon scout and I had a lot of tension to work out before hitting a Batarian pirate squad," he says. "The usual ways weren't cutting it, but some chemically enhanced trust did the trick."
"The usual ways?" Ashley echoes.
"Supervised sparring," he says, then pauses. "And a tiebreaker in her quarters."
"Ah," says Alenko. "Between lovers."
"Exaggerating the relationship, but basically." Vakarian looks at her. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," she says, examining the twin wounds. "It doesn't hurt."
"A low dose is just a painkiller," he says. "Do you want some more? I could use more blood."
She tries to sound bored. "Sure."
Vakarian looks to Alenko. "How's she doing on your end?"
"Yeah, she's alright," he says. "No idea about the venom, but you can keep going with the blood."
For a moment, Vakarian traces one claw over her wrist. It would almost be sweet if he wasn't, well, turian. "Thanks for this. Really."
Ashley shrugs. "What human girl hasn't had a vampire fantasy?"
Alenko splutters with laughter. "You had a vampire fantasy?"
"Years ago," she says, grinning. Vakarian goes back in without warning, making her wince for a second, but she keeps going. "You know, being ravished in more ways than one."
Vakarian's gaze catches hers, dark and intrigued, and she wonders if she's said too much.
"No ravishing in any way on my watch," says Alenko, sounding far more interested than authoritative.
"I'm not the one who hits on my CO, LT," she points out, and he suddenly finds her biofeed very interesting.
This time she feels the venom entering her like an injection, more of it than last time, but she's remarkably okay with this. Her world narrows to just the three of them in their huddle, Vakarian's mouthplates radiating warmth onto her skin, the glow of Alenko's omni-tool at her side, and somehow (probably the chemicals) it's the safest she's felt since Eden Prime.
"I'm going to lie down," she announces.
"Are you okay?" Alenko asks immediately.
"I'm good," she says. "Not dizzy or anything. Just - relaxed. I could do this all day."
"Except for the fact that you'd die," he says, dry. "Don't lie down flat, the blood won't flow as well. Here -"
He moves behind her, and Vakarian lets go of her long enough for her to end up half lying, half sitting between Alenko's legs, her lower back in his lap and her head on his chest, much more comfortable than she would have been on the cold metal floor. His right hand takes hers to steady her, his left with his omni-tool by Vakarian's head as he bends down to her wrist again. It's the most physical contact they've ever had.
She wants more.
Vakarian looks up at her, and she strokes the blue along his cheek, exploring the texture of his plating. He lets out a chirp, high pitched with surprise, probably.
"No good?" she asks, her hand stilling.
He waves his free hand then holds up one talon like a human thumb, so she tries again. This time he growls, a lower sound than the purring earlier, and she feels rather than hears Alenko's sharp intake of breath.
Emboldened by both their reactions, Ashley lets go of Alenko's hand and runs her fingers to the back of Vakarian's head. She tugs gently on those weird horn things and Vakarian growls again, resting his free hand on her lower thigh.
"Don't stop," Alenko whispers, slipping his hand to her waist.
"I'm fine," she says.
"You touched me. I thought you wanted me to stop."
She shakes her head. "If I want you to stop, you'll know."
He sighs, studying her. He still hasn't let go of her wrist. "I've never done this with a human before. Or even someone who isn't turian. I don't know much venom you'll react to, and how."
"What happened when you were young and stupid?" asks Alenko.
"This recon scout and I had a lot of tension to work out before hitting a Batarian pirate squad," he says. "The usual ways weren't cutting it, but some chemically enhanced trust did the trick."
"The usual ways?" Ashley echoes.
"Supervised sparring," he says, then pauses. "And a tiebreaker in her quarters."
"Ah," says Alenko. "Between lovers."
"Exaggerating the relationship, but basically." Vakarian looks at her. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine," she says, examining the twin wounds. "It doesn't hurt."
"A low dose is just a painkiller," he says. "Do you want some more? I could use more blood."
She tries to sound bored. "Sure."
Vakarian looks to Alenko. "How's she doing on your end?"
"Yeah, she's alright," he says. "No idea about the venom, but you can keep going with the blood."
For a moment, Vakarian traces one claw over her wrist. It would almost be sweet if he wasn't, well, turian. "Thanks for this. Really."
Ashley shrugs. "What human girl hasn't had a vampire fantasy?"
Alenko splutters with laughter. "You had a vampire fantasy?"
"Years ago," she says, grinning. Vakarian goes back in without warning, making her wince for a second, but she keeps going. "You know, being ravished in more ways than one."
Vakarian's gaze catches hers, dark and intrigued, and she wonders if she's said too much.
"No ravishing in any way on my watch," says Alenko, sounding far more interested than authoritative.
"I'm not the one who hits on my CO, LT," she points out, and he suddenly finds her biofeed very interesting.
This time she feels the venom entering her like an injection, more of it than last time, but she's remarkably okay with this. Her world narrows to just the three of them in their huddle, Vakarian's mouthplates radiating warmth onto her skin, the glow of Alenko's omni-tool at her side, and somehow (probably the chemicals) it's the safest she's felt since Eden Prime.
"I'm going to lie down," she announces.
"Are you okay?" Alenko asks immediately.
"I'm good," she says. "Not dizzy or anything. Just - relaxed. I could do this all day."
"Except for the fact that you'd die," he says, dry. "Don't lie down flat, the blood won't flow as well. Here -"
He moves behind her, and Vakarian lets go of her long enough for her to end up half lying, half sitting between Alenko's legs, her lower back in his lap and her head on his chest, much more comfortable than she would have been on the cold metal floor. His right hand takes hers to steady her, his left with his omni-tool by Vakarian's head as he bends down to her wrist again. It's the most physical contact they've ever had.
She wants more.
Vakarian looks up at her, and she strokes the blue along his cheek, exploring the texture of his plating. He lets out a chirp, high pitched with surprise, probably.
"No good?" she asks, her hand stilling.
He waves his free hand then holds up one talon like a human thumb, so she tries again. This time he growls, a lower sound than the purring earlier, and she feels rather than hears Alenko's sharp intake of breath.
Emboldened by both their reactions, Ashley lets go of Alenko's hand and runs her fingers to the back of Vakarian's head. She tugs gently on those weird horn things and Vakarian growls again, resting his free hand on her lower thigh.
"Don't stop," Alenko whispers, slipping his hand to her waist.
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