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In the end, all there was to it was to barricade the door. It locked from the inside, but...keys. Lots of people probably had keys. Better safe than sorry and all.

She wasn't going to get sick. Her mask had been off for a while now. Multiple times. It was off right that moment. If she was going to get sick? It would have happened already. That didn't stop her mind stuttering over the possibilities in a haze of nerves, nonetheless.

"So, ah..." Her mouth was still wet from kissing him, or maybe she was just imagining it. "They're pretty easy to take off bit by bit - they have to be in case of emergencies, right?" She gestured vaguely at her arm, went back to fiddling with the neck and head portion of her suit, the cabling there where everything should just unclip and pull away. "I've never actually taken the whole thing off myself, though, last time there was a doctor helping me and it was a couple of years ago now, so this might take a little while..."

She licked her lips and forced herself to stop. "Sorry, I'm just really nervous." Deep breath. "Okay."

And with a few motions of her shaky fingers - uncoupling wiring, detaching clasps - she pulled away the top portion of the suit, leaving her entire head and neck uncovered...and it was...weird. She was so used to the weight of the suit, and the very slight restriction of movement that came with having cabling along her neck, that being without left her stood there simply moving her head experimentally for a moment to get used to the sensation. Twisted it to one side, rolled it back...then, hesitantly, she reached up with her bare hand to touch her hair, pulled back tight against her head and coiled in plaits at the base of her skull.

It was thick, soft under her fingers, and for a second she forgot she was being watched. Even as a smile touched the corners of her mouth, tears jumped to her eyes unbidden. It was a stupid thing, such a simple thing - but she'd had no idea what her hair even felt like. She still had no idea what it looked like now. For a moment, she was lost in a reverie - and then her gaze focused again on Niko, and she found herself laughing self-consciously, smiling at him toothily. A little embarrassed though she might have been, she'd wanted him here for this - still wanted him to share it with her.

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Through every word of her nervous babble he looked down at her as she was removing the helmet and neck-piece of her suit and he wore the most idiotic, beaming grin.

That she was beautiful was a given- that he already knew. But everything new was just more of how beautiful she was that he could appreciate. The way that her bright eyes nearly teared up at the slightest thing, like just touching her own hair. "Well, I will not argue with an excuse to help you get undressed." For a dirty joke, it was gently told, just appreciating the way her smile flashed sharp teeth that he could actually see.

He reached around her neck to touch her hair, too, his fingers brushing against hers as he also got to appreciate it. He guessed when she let it down, it would be thickly crimped with how it had been contained, likely gorgeous on her. He touched the start of that little neck pattern, too, remembering what she said about how the marking went and was already curious about what she'd look like under there.

"I am a little nervous, too. It's okay."

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His hand moved from her hair around to her throat, and his fingers on the skin there was like completing an electrical circuit; it seemed to spark, and her breath caught, hands stuttering in their motions a little. The V-shaped markings disappeared beneath her suit, going down towards her collarbone, and though it didn't feel any different - she could only guess it was those he was touching - just the feeling of his skin on hers was something she'd craved for so long that having it made her tilt her head back for more, just a little.

Her head back like that, she could see Niko better, take in the smile on his face. He looked the way she felt, and knowing he was nervous as well... It was kind of cute, really, and she couldn't help smiling back, expression more affectionate than even she realised.

It took a moment to remind herself of where all the clips were, and she slowly reached for the first one on her upper back, blindly undoing the clasp and letting it come apart - the cool air touched her upper back and she took in a sharp breath, pausing for a moment. There was short line of them down to just above her waist, and she could reach them all, but...

"If you want to help me get undressed..." She grinned at him, brow quirked, and turned around, gesturing to the clips. "Can you work these out? I can get the rest."

She hadn't mentioned the markings down her back to him mostly because she had simply forgotten they were there; it was easy enough to look down when she was changing a suit, but she'd never looked in a mirror. There was so much about her own body she either barely knew or had just plain forgotten. The markings were there, though, thin and dark and tapering in short lines down her spine, similar to those on her throat.

Meanwhile she was undoing parts of the suit at the waist, taking off a couple of the belts and loosening the suit itself. It felt, oddly, like loosening her own skin in a way.

"Sure." He said sure in that tone that might have well have been synonymous with Please. It was already fascinating- he had seen her before, but rarely long enough to appreciate how perfect her skin was. His was scared up, but hers was soft and even as it had been well protected. It was warm and pliant under his fingers.

When he stepped behind her and started slightly as he saw those patterns of markings. His rough fingers brushed them as he finished undoing the clasps.

"Your back is pretty, too." He informed her. Not just in marking, but the shape and dip of her spine. The way her build was accidentally elegant without effort. Everything about her was striking to him. Even this slight little thing of being able to touch the bare small of her back.

It was just slowly, slowly starting to occur to him that the barrier that had between them all this time was being removed. He kissed the back of her head and her carefully bound hair, slipped his hands under the openings in the back to run them across her back to rest at her shoulders, pushing the garment/obstruction forward in the process.

She couldn't help shifting a little under his fingers, something of a squirm of embarrassment even as she smiled at the compliment with an audible huff of a breath. She wasn't entirely used to hearing things like that, and hearing them from Niko, and him concentrating on her like that made her much more self-conscious - albeit in a nice sort of way - than the mere fact that she was about to be naked in front of him.

The brush of his fingers on her back didn't stop her squirming, either. His hands were rough, calloused, and his touch on her skin made her twitch in little movements under him. Finally, as they pushed the back of her suit forward, his hands dragging gently along her skin, she shuddered helplessly. It was a pleasant distraction as she reached up to her upper arm - the one suit arm left - and loosened the seals there with tiny, fiddly movements. She barely realised she was holding her breath as she pushed the suit forward, slowly drawing her other arm out of the suit it had been encased in most of her life.

It was easy to slip the other arm out...and that was it. The upper part was easily pushed down to her waist - and she let out the breath she was holding in a soft yelp as the cool air hit her uncovered body. For a moment, all she could do was stand there and get used to it, though she stepped backwards until her back hit Niko's chest as if unconsciously seeking out his body heat.

The markings dipped down to just below her collar bone, and there were more on her stomach, above her navel; those she reached to touch herself, drawing a finger along a thin, dark line as if not sure if she'd feel something different there. Then, inexorably, she reached up to her ribs on her right side, to the one scar she had. The wound from the bullet that had grazed her - and tore through her suit - had healed well with medigel, but it had still created some faint scarring.

"I got shot a couple of years ago," she told Niko faintly, looking down at the lighter-coloured skin that looked to her like some kind of rushed welding job. "Actually, I got lucky."

One of the snipers had, for all intents and purposes, missed her - the other had got her friend clean through the stomach. He'd died within the hour. Her expression was slightly darker as she pressed her hand over the old wound.

Niko unfortunately was immediately distracted when the front of her suit came off. As being a male of his certain preferences, the very first thing he found himself looking at was the curve of her breasts from over her shoulder. But then her movements led him to look at the pattern down her chest, the smoothness of her skin- then that scar. Off colored. Healed as well as any of his, but it stood out against the neat plane of purple gray.

He rested his hand over hers, over the scar, and rubbed his scratchy cheek against her temple. Then he let a grazing touch follow the center of the pattern from her throat to her navel. It was all he could do to keep from touching her more firmly, holding her tightly, and as it was only her upper half was visible.

"I can tell that you're a survivor." It took him a moment to realize that her ear was a little unusual in shape- he hadn't been paying attention, but it wasn't off-putting. Just another remarkable thing about her. Sometimes she was very much a normal woman from a strange land. Other times she was this exotic, impossible thing that, while it made her lonely, it also meant that she was a miracle to meet.

Then the shithead poked her in the belly button.

"You were right."

It was odd looking down at herself - as used to the different materials and patterns of her suit as she was, seeing just bare skin was almost startling. The dark markings down her torso, small breasts - nipples hard simply from the sudden chill - the vague shape of her ribcage, lines of muscles in her abdomen. She barely noticed where Niko was specifically looking; to her it was all equally fascinating.

"Ah--" Her head immediately jerked at the oddly sharp sensation on her temple, mind jolted from anything to do with the scar on her side, and she twisted so she could bump her nose against his cheek instead. Before she could say anything, though, she ended up letting out a long, shaky breath, her body arching up into Niko's faint touch down the centre of her chest to her stomach. It was a light touch, barely there, but she'd never felt anything like it, and her body reacted of its own accord.

"Or I'm just too small to aim at properly," she murmured, the slightest huff of a laugh in her voice.

...Then he poked her in the bellybutton, and her whole abdomen jerked, muscles clenching, as she gave an ungainly squeak and immediately grabbed his hand, jabbing her other elbow back into his stomach.

"Of course I was right." One hand still keeping hold of his, she reached up to pull him to her a little, twisting a bit more so she could kiss him. "I haven't forgotten everything."

Just most things, and all she wanted right now was to remind herself - and let Niko help remind her. She only let go of his hand so she could slide her own down her stomach and to the suit, hooking her thumb in the fabric at her side and tugging it down towards her hips.

"Well, I'm happy to see it."

He huffed at the elbow, but also smiled. So when she kissed him he was smiling gently. But then her hands were moving lower, and he let his stray finally to cup her breasts. Her nipples, shocked hard from the chill of the air, were covered by his warm palms. He didn't really let the touch linger- he wanted to feel her skin against skin finally, rather than desperately guessing what was under a tight fitting suit.

He let go soon, though, not only so that she could finish with her clothes but so that he could start pulling off his shirt. As happy as he would have been holding her in his lap while he was clothed, running his hands over her, with her naked and prone open to exploring, he wanted to be able to press up against her more. To feel her back against his chest or their stomachs pressed together. Even her weight on his bare thighs had seemed like an impossibility until now.

Well, shit. He forgot to take off his boots.

There was a minor struggle to dislodge his feet from them, pants gathered around his ankles, but finally he succeeded and pushed them away with his foot. No, that was totally smooth. Completely.

His hands on her breasts - his skin against hers, no suit between them - brought a low, pleased sound from the back of her throat, her eyes slipping shut. It was brief, though - too brief - and as Niko started to pull his own clothes off, she returned to her suit, hurrying as much as she could without fumbling.

The rest of the suit was only complicated because of her legs and the armour protecting them. A couple of belts, some more fastenings and clips, and then she crouched to unclasp the leg guards and merely let them drop, pushing them into a neat pile. She was fighting a grin at Niko's scuffle with his own pants as she shimmied out of the lower half of the suit, had her own struggle freeing the suit from her lower legs...and then she picked up the suit from the floor to gently fold it. It felt like wrapping up and putting away a whole chunk of her life - she couldn't bring herself to leave it there on the floor.

It was obvious even with her suit that her legs were where she differed the most from a human. Her markings continued down muscular legs, around to her inner thighs, almost to her knees - and then below her knees came another joint, backwards-facing. She stood on two toes, longer and thicker than a human's - and above-behind those, not touching the ground, another much smaller one. For a moment, as she set her suit down carefully and reached up to unpin her hair, she stood one leg for just a second and just...moved the other, flexing the muscles and watching them shift under her skin with frank curiosity.

When she turned back to Niko, she was running her fingers through the plaits to let her hair finally drop almost to her hip. Her eyes met his, wide and actually awe-struck.

"I can't believe this is happening." There was the tiniest waver of emotion to her voice. She was almost giddy with it. "It doesn't even seem real."

Her gaze flickered down from his face - his body was still almost as much of a novelty as her own, and more than that, there was an alien...allure, really, to the straight lines of his physique, his very shape and bearing, even little things like the colour of his skin, that made him intoxicating.

When she reached him in just a few quick steps across the room, it was the first time she could really, properly press her skin to his. Her chest flush against him, she wrapped one leg around his as if trying to pull him to her as close as possible - and closer than that, as she stood as tall as she could on tiptoes to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, kissing the skin there. She clutched him to her, a hand on his shoulder and the other around his ribs, as she kissed further up his neck and then craned up to find his mouth. She was so excited, so nervous and giddy and caught up in unfamiliar sensation, she was actually slightly shaking with it all.

Oh. Then he could see her deer legs.

He didn't say anything about them, and he assumed he would get used to them, but they were a little unusual. The didn't put him off though, they were just strange, and he focused on that moment when their bodies could finally touch and he could wrap his arms around her. On her hair that he could sink his fingers into, in that way that some men (at least human ones) were fascinated with long hair. On the feel of her mouth against his neck, then his mouth.

She was warm and she was beautiful, and trembling in his arms. That she was so vulnerable and eager sparked something in him, probably not his best trait but he wanted her all the more. A possessive streak, delighted that anything he does (even touching) was going to be a unique experience for her.

He picked her up and took her to the place where they had been resting, arms still around her almost comically as he laid them both down.

He was unwilling to stop kissing her, so he had to fit his hands between them. This time they were rough and greedy, rubbing over soft skin that was somehow unlike any he'd felt, squeezed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. It wasn't taking him long to get hard, and knowing that her body was still new to her (and even if she wasn't quite ready for him entirely yet), he edged his knees between her odd ones to spread her legs further. So he could rub himself the rest of the way hard against her.

Yet another pretty new thing for Tali - being picked up. Head jerking back a little, eyes wide, her initial shock quickly turned into a self-conscious grin as he laid them down--and then she felt a sharp tug on her head that she very quickly realised was her lying on her own hair. A couple of seconds to arch herself up, sweep her hair out to the side with an oddly elated laugh against Niko's mouth - this was a thing it had never occurred to her might happen - and she lay back properly, the sheet odd and not-quite-rough against her back.

There was a dominant streak to Niko when they were together like this that she was already getting used to, enjoying in a gut-deep way she couldn't articulate. With her suit on, being rougher was the best way to make her feel it at all. Without anything separating them, that same touch was almost - almost - too much, intense because it was just so new, and her body shuddered and arched under his hands, pushed into the hand on her breast. Kissing him, the moans in the back of her throat were lost against his mouth, but she broke it off with a sharp gasp at the pinch to her nipple as the sensation shot straight to her core.

The very touch of his knees made her legs part eagerly for him. She was still nervous, still slightly shaky with it - more so as he pressed semi-hard against the inside of her thigh. But as nervous as she was, knowing it was her getting that reaction from him, that it was Niko, and she trusted him, and how she felt about him was strong enough to ache in her - that all tempered the nerves. Made this natural as breathing.

She'd touched him before; she wasn't as hesitant in reaching down between them this time, taking his cock and trailing a light touch towards the head as he hardened in her hand. Ironically, she was more hesitant about the prospect of touching her own body than his. The last time they'd done this, there'd been a suit between them, but now... She wrapped one of her legs around him, her hips arching up in just the right way, and her own wetness was hot on her fingers as she pressed his length to her slit. His cock pushing her lips apart, sliding along her slick flesh, was a lewdly erotic sensation that made her thighs clench against him, and when his head touched her clit, it was like a direct jolt making her jerk, biting back a sharp noise.

She took a shuddering breath and, both legs wrapping tightly around him as she withdrew her hand - left a streak of moisture on her stomach - she pulled him in close to her and slowly, slowly rocked their hips together.

That she even laughed at the discomfort of her own hair being tugged was a wonder to him. Just another thing that made her all the more beautiful. He stopped kissing and closed his eyes just to enjoy what she was doing, the needy way in which she held him and the way her body reacted every time he touched her. When she did that, she felt uniquely his.

He reached down as well when he knew he was firm, propping himself up on one elbow so he could better look down at her. Grabbing the base of his cock, he slowly rubbed his head against the hood of her clit, sharing the sensation even if he knew hers was more intense. Temptation was a dreadful thing, and he ended up pressing his head lower, up between slickened lips. But he only pushed in his head, just because he wanted to feel that much. Pushed it in and pulled it back out because he needed to know, and she was hot and wet and then he needed to know how she tasted.

He let go of himself so that he could start kissing down her, get to the nipple that he didn't pinch and lightly clamp his teeth around it so he could worry it with his tongue. He looked for differences in everything. The resistance in her skin, the texture. He teased himself with all this as he indulged in her, and he enjoyed every moment of the torment.

The fact she was bare helped. He could better see her as he reached her hips, look over the length of her body as he parted her lips. He wanted to watch her chest move with her breath, watch her take in all of this tainted air as he swiped his tongue up the slit slowly.

He was just out of her reach propped up on his elbow, and she was of half a notion to crane up to him when he rubbed himself against her and it sent off sparks in her mind that made her forget the idea. Letting out a low, shaking moan, her back lifted off the sheets, hips rolling to press against him as her eyes slipped half-shut. Then his cock slid lower, and though the drag of it against her slick, swollen flesh made her squirm pleasantly, she couldn't help tensing just a little as he slowly, just for a moment, pressed into her. Her muscles clenched around him as her hips juddered - and then he pulled away before she could do more than register the burning heat of just him barely inside her.

It was weird, really, that at the same time as Niko was discovering the differences between her and a human - so was she. Niko, the only other person whose bare skin she could really remember touching, had come to feel so normal to her that it was her own skin which felt alien. The oddness of it would fade eventually, but for now she was taking in everything about how her skin felt almost greedily - the heat of it, how much smoother it was, vague differences to how it gave under her fingers that she couldn't have expected.

This time it was her own skin she inadvertently dug her nails into - with a jump - at Niko's mouth on her. First on her nipple, and then lower - she pushed herself up, propped herself on one hand as he reached her hips. Fascinated in a way that bordered on the perverse, she took in the darkening lines of the scratches she'd left on her side, her nipple glistening wet, and...

She was indeed gasping for air at the first touch of his tongue, sliding hot and wet up between her lips. A breathy sound escaped her before she could bite it back, and though part of her wanted to tilt her head back, sink back down and into that sensation, she stayed still but for the flex and roll of her hips, the flexing of her thighs. Watching his tongue on her was crude and erotic and made her nerves tingle, and her free hand drifted down from where it had been at her collarbone to cup her breast, touch less hesitant than before.

Her build was human enough that he could appreciate how athletic she was, how fit. When he felt her ass beneath the softness was tensing muscle. Her breasts pliant under her strange hand. He slid his tongue up her lips again, taking in the new flavor, then kissed her clit experimentally. Something that warmed into a suck, his tongue flicking her as he does. That's when he slips two of his fingers into her.

He doesn't really know what to expect, other than she's hot, and just that little bit made him hungry for more. She needs to be ready, though. Vaguely reminded that she's a virgin, he's careful. It might hurt some. He pulls away from her then, rubbing her now saliva slick hood with his thumb and kissing his way back up her body. He manages to get to her breast again, massaging her with his hand, his hard cock left to throb against the air because he wants to feel her other breast and taste that nipple.

In that moment she really feels like she's his, and he wants nothing more than to make her squirm. Especially when she's so sensitive, so responsive to everything that he's doing.

His mouth had felt good through her suit before - directly on her skin, it was so intense her brow furrowed with it, sounds spilling helplessly from her mouth as her hips pressed up into him greedily. His fingers slid into her slowly, with a burn of stretching muscle - if it hurt, she barely noticed, fingers of the hand holding her up clawing the sheets as her other hand shook over her breast, her thumb rolling over the nipple.

As he worked his way back up her body - the muscles in her stomach shifting under his mouth, her chest heaving when he reached her breast - she couldn't help a sense of something tightening in her chest, even hazy with pleasure as she was. Each time they'd been together like this, Niko's entire focus was on her with an intensity that was almost humbling. She hadn't been able to give that back to him in turn before, not properly, and the thought that now she could, could do anything for him she wanted, made her shift under him, tugging him up so she could kiss him - there was an odd taste on his tongue she realised belatedly was from herself - and get her legs around him properly, around his waist and hip.

She was a lot smaller than him, but between the momentum and strength in her legs, she could probably-- with a soft grunt of exertion, she rolled them over fast, Niko on his back with her straddling him. Her hair made a dark curtain around them as she leaned down to kiss him, and ended up laughing breathlessly, giddy, against his lips.

"I didn't even know if I could do that," she murmured, and swept her hair out of the way to see him properly. The way it felt, even the way it moved in her hand, was a new thing that made her pause for just a second, hand clenching around the thick strands of it.

"I didn't know you could do that, either." He brushed his hand through her hair, pushed it back over her shoulder along with her. Sitting like that, he could just take in how beautiful she was. Straddling him like that, her weight put delicious pressure on his cock and he throbbed under her. Again his hands made his way from her throat to her breasts, gentler this time as he brushed her nipples.

He could still taste her. Strange and inhuman. It was odd to think (or good, he couldn't decide) that he would be her first. She had said before she almost went down on him. It was very possible she would again, and if she did he would be the first person she ever pleasured that way, the first taste she ever had.

He loved the way she way soft, the way that her hair trailed his skin. The way she treated him like a new experience, something special, and not something to exploit. He loved her.

It was a startling thought, as he'd always been enamored with how she was a sweet young woman with an adorable laugh and this eager, ethereal creature with eyes that could draw him in. He couldn't tell which was what was sitting on him, just suddenly he wanted her so much more.

Leaning down over Niko, she took a short moment there just to watch his face, to feel their breath mingling between them and let that warm, bright affection wash over her there. Niko was so alien in so many ways and yet he was the most familiar thing in the world to her right then. She couldn't help herself squirming into his hands and against his hips - and with every movement she was hyperaware of his cock pressing hot against her skin.

There was a very faint reluctance to her movements as she pushed herself up a little, but it was only so she could shift downwards, exploring his skin with her mouth in a way she'd never been able to - the texture of it under her lips, the way it gave under the gentle scrape of her teeth on his shoulder. It was such a new thing to be able to take the part of her panicking about how sick she would get...and utterly ignore it, and she found herself smiling against him as she nipped at his collarbone.

She was a little more careful with her teeth when she reached his chest, and as she flicked her tongue over one nipple, her fingers found the other to pinch lightly - then a little harder, just to see the reaction - then moved lower along with her mouth, sometimes softly trailing along his skin, sometimes dragging more roughly. When she scraped her nails down his stomach, her mouth followed the red lines that appeared there more gently.

There was a faint worry in her mind as she reached his hips that she didn't know how to make him feel good, or that she'd screw something up, and when she didn't immediately move to his cock, kissing his thigh instead as her gaze flickered up to meet his, it was part teasing...and part just sheer nerves. In trying to brush her hair out of the way again, though, the length of it brushed across his cock on the way back over her shoulder, and Tali found herself huffing with laughter against his leg. Apparently hair got a lot more in the way than she gave it credit for.

As she touched his chest that way, hardened his nipples he let his hand rest at the back of her head. The pinch made him inhale a pleasured breath, liking the attention, the intensity. The slide of rough nails down his skin made him squirm a little. He liked the slight pain, and the air that soothed it after. His hand followed hers down, feeling the marks under his rough fingers. He loved having her hands on him, growing to appreciate them as much as any other woman's hands.

But the light touch of it felt good, too. He grinned, giving her a dark gaze as her hair dragged over him. He was throbbing hard and sensitive, and it was a delicate tease.

"Stay like that," he told her, propping himself up on his elbow. He used his finger to tip her chin up, before grasping the base of his cock and moving it so that he could brush the head against her lower lip. Just seeing his head against her mouth was pleasurable. Especially with those dramatically different eyes watching him.

He tipped her chin up and she met his eye properly, half propped up on one hand, half lying on his thigh. His eyes seemed to have darkened - by contrast, hers were bright as he took his cock in hand, and her gaze didn't falter from his as the head brushed gently against her mouth.

Her lips parted minutely, breath ragged, and she flicked her tongue out over her lower lip, briefly over his head. She could taste herself again - but mingled with something uniquely him at the same time. It was odd, but somehow it - the idea of tasting him, herself on him - sent a thrill through her at the same time.

Her free hand moved to slide over Niko's own hand on his cock, not stopping him or moving his hand - just resting on him, fingertips brushing his length.

"Stay like this?" she murmured, and this time she was definitely teasing, one corner of her mouth kicking up in a smile. As much as that, though, it was an invitation for him to do what he wanted, to make her do what he wanted. She wasn't sure just how to please him yet - and she was fine with getting a little help.

He grinned again, that hungry edge to it this time intended. Then he guided her hand to hold him in the same position, and wordlessly slipped his hand into her hair to encourage her to move forward, to put her mouth down on him.

Having to prop herself up meant that she probably couldn't touch herself, but he wanted to see that. He vaguely wondered of what she thought of her own taste, if he felt good or if he hurt- were some of the differences between her and humans something that would make this easier on her.

It was hard to say, but there was one thing he wanted. "Make me wet enough to go further inside you. I want your mouth to be all over it. I want you on me, and to taste myself on you later."

She loved that grin on him, loved what it meant, and though she went to grin back, her mouth was around the head of his cock, her lips parted to take hold of it gently and press the tip of her tongue against it lightly.

Then there were his words, and the throaty, needy sound she made at them was muffled by him as she moved forward to take his cock slowly, slowly into her mouth, upper lip and tongue shielding her teeth from his skin because if there was one thing she was worried about now, it was biting him here. She took only part of his length, tongue flat on him, lips pressed against him, when a protest from her open jaw made her pull back with a soft, wet sound. A trail of moisture connected her momentarily to his cock before she leaned forward to trail the tip of her tongue up from the base, just above where her hand was holding him.

Her motions started off slow, slightly uncertain, but she loved being able to do this for him. Loved glancing up at the look on his face as she dragged her tongue along his length, sucked gently at the skin, exploring him with her mouth instead of just her fingers. Niko's reactions, the very act of what she was doing - her breath was ragged with lust, and though she couldn't touch herself with her other hand holding her up, she was squirming where she lay, thighs pressing together as her hips shifted.

It wasn't much, but she was so sensitive right then that it was something - enough that she found herself making soft sounds against his cock as she mouthed at his already slick length.

It didn't take long for him to fall back against the sheet, moaning and swearing under his breath. He held the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair and light pressure followed her movements, gentle encouragements. His thighs tensed with her tongue trailing up him, her saliva cooling against him.

The whole time his mind sickly needy with the knowledge that she wanted how much he wanted her. All the things he could possibly get away with later, if he could possibly get the right tools for the job.

But it was hard to think, too. Not when he knew those perfect lips were on him.

"Turn around, put your hips over my face. Let me get you wet, too." And then, he had to ruin the whole thing by adding, "Try not to knee me in the face." In that matter of fact tone of someone who had that happen to him more than once."

He could probably feel her smiling against his cock at the noises he was making - a thrill of something like pride shot through her knowing she could do that to him, and it took away last of her uncertainty in turn.

She looked up at him when he spoke, and there was a split-second where she had to figure out what he was telling her to do - but just an instant, and soon she was lifting herself onto her hands and knees eagerly. There was a part of her there - and it grew every time they did this - that was insatiably eager for everything Niko could show her. That part of her knew she would do anything he liked just to try it.

Carefully so as not to kick him or knee him or anything else (and she did find herself wondering idly how many times that had happened), she turned, straddling his face and unable to suppress just a hint of self-consciousness. She wasn't quite sure why, but lowering her hips to his face felt a damn sight more indecent than Niko working his way down her body.

The only way to distract herself from that, to try to will away the heat in her face, was to focus her attention back on him. Back arched so her chest pressed against his stomach, she stroked his length with one hand slowly as, on a whim, she carefully took him into her mouth and sucked on the head of his cock.

There was an odd hope that the added pleasure would actually make her enjoy doing it legitimately, by association. For more than the sounds he was making, the way his abdomen shifted beneath the pressure of her breasts.

He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her still, holding her steady as he swiped along the hood of her clit with his tongue. Then flicked it, dabbed at it a little. He ran his fingers down her lips, stroking with the purpose of getting them wet with both her arousal and his saliva. It was attentive and careful, and even the slight changes in color and thickness were satisfying. He had to focus his attention, though- it had been a while, her mouth felt good, but he wanted a little of himself inside of her, at least for a moment. It wouldn't do if he came now. He'd have to wait longer for it, and he could hold out it would be even better.

He pressed two fingers in, then a third. The movements were slow and easy and deliberate, meaning to relax her. But as he did that, he sucked her clit as well, and as his mouth was steadily on her her rolled his tongue around her more firmly. But he had been with enough women to know the signs of her getting close. He planned to ease back up before she got there- he wanted her to enjoy it, too.

The first touch of his tongue on her made her breath catch hard, and she let go of his cock from her mouth to gasp for air, shuddering. It took her a moment to compose herself enough to lean back down to his cock, but it was harder to focus. Not with his tongue playing with her clit, his fingers stroking her. She could feel her pulse pounding in her lips, swollen and sensitive, and her body strained against the hold on her waist, trying to grind down against his mouth.

Her lips and tongue on his cock got ever more sloppy as she moaned against him, breath coming in gasps. She tried to - wanted to - keep going for him, and she concentrated as best she could on what she was doing - on her swollen, wet lips as she sucked at his foreskin, her tongue as it circled his head. On her free hand, trailing along his inner thigh to squeeze his balls lightly, taking in texture of the skin there. Even on the fact that there was spit on her chin, cooling on her skin, and she'd stopped caring.

The noises she made on him were starting to rise in pitch, thighs and ass tensing as her muscles shook minutely. His three fingers, big as they might seem then, had gone from oddly uncomfortable stretching her open to something deep and pleasant inside her, her muscles clenching in unconscious motions around them. Before she could get too close to the edge, though - he slowed, and eased off her. The sound she made around his cock in her mouth was something needy and protesting.

He could wait a bit longer, with the noises she was making? He could wait a bit. There was definitely a sense of pride in how he worked his fingers in her, resisted the way her walls clenched with need. He lightly tipped his tongue against her, gentle dabs to keep her going, but not close. He wanted to enjoy that a bit, coupled with the sounds he could feel against him.

He finally let go of her, removing the arm that was holding her down. "Get on me. I want you on me."

Again he had to swipe his scruff, and he wondered if it helped any, that sandpaper grating against those newly tender parts, not only exposed but now particularly sensitive. He genuinely hoped it did, even if it was messy.

"I've wanted you there for a long time."

Her chest was still heaving against Niko's stomach even through the softer, slower strokes of his tongue. She slowly relaxed around his fingers as they moved inside her, stroking her, and though she hadn't been sure before about this - how much it might hurt, how difficult it might be - that worry was slowly melting away.

She was just pushing herself up onto her hands when the scrape of his stubble against her made her make a noise close a shriek - but her hips jerked into the sharp intensity of it all the same. When she turned and straddled his hips, face flushed, mouth swollen, she leaned down to mouth at where her wetness glistened on him, stubble scraping her tongue as she laved his skin. Her taste was on his mouth as she kissed him, just like his was on her own.

"Me too." She wasn't going to tell him how it had been a little idle fantasy she'd had in her mind for a long while - how it had gotten less idle thought and more of a real want as time went on. Now it was a full on need, and she murmured against his mouth, "I really need this - need you."

It was only reluctantly that she sat up, not bothering to shake her hair back this time as she took Niko's hand, squeezing it as she brought both their hands between her legs to the base of his cock. She was trying to swallow back the sudden jangling of her nerves, but she was never good at hiding anything she was feeling, and it was clear in the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips were pressed together. Before it had been self-consciousness, inhibitions being stripped down but by bit. Now it was mixed with a simple, visceral fear of pain in such an intimate place.

But that didn't make her want it any less. More than the physicality of being filled, being fucked - she wanted him. Just him. There was an intense connection between them - she could see it in his face just as he could in hers, and there was a raw need in her to make that a physical connection to him.

Their hands guiding him, his head slid into her as she sank her hips down agonisingly slow. Then the first inch of his shaft, thicker, opening her to him, and she found herself arching her hips forward, thighs spreading. The first flicker of pain on her face was brief, only when her walls clenched hard around him, a subconscious movement that made her all too aware just how big he was - and he was actually inside her.

Maybe half of his length was inside her when she paused, panting for breath, and found herself sliding her hand up his shaft to where they were connected. Her fingers trailed around his cock, her lips spread obscenely around him, and it was--

"Oh, wow--" She murmured it, breathless. "This is so..."

She trailed off, didn't finish. She didn't quite know how to put what it felt like into words.

As Niko had told her, more honestly and openly than he had been with most other people because of his own bashfulness, he had been with many women. All humans, but all races of women. Big stocky black ladies with breasts near as big as his head and thick thighs. Petite Dominicans with lovely tanned tones and rounded hips. The pale and athletic body of a nutjob who could bend all the way backwards with him inside of her.

All of that seemed so very mundane right then, as he looked down between her thighs. It felt good, so good his breath was shaky, and every movement (even the ones she made without knowing it) were making him make sounds. Even until now, he had been making her feel good, or she had been making him feel good, and though they were together he hadn't actually seen them "together", just two separate entities pleasuring each other.

He had already been surprised at all the differences in her body, basked in their incongruities. But right then he could look down between them, and all of those women were mentally lost to the fact he could see her purple-gray skin settled down onto his own ruddy cock.

Where she had led his hand, his fingers drifted over hers until he could trail them up his own shaft, feel along her taught lips, soft and swollen, and then her clit that was near firm as he was. He rubbed his thumb against it, knowing the pleasure would make it easier. Knowing that seeing her enjoying it would make this even more amazing. The way her face struggled with the thickness of him, the changes in her expression whenever he did something right, the way her hair cascaded down her body with her movements.

He wanted all of it.

She'd known already he was big - and she'd felt it in her hands before, in her mouth - but right then, inside her, he felt enormous. There were little twinges of pain, but above all else it was just a slow, intense stretch of a feeling, new and overwhelming her in every way. His touch on her clit brought breathy sounds from her mouth as she sank down further, the pleasure of it making it easier to slide onto him.

Finally, her hips touched Niko's body and she let her weight rest on his hips, and a tension she hadn't realised was there drained out of her as she visibly relaxed. Breathing deeply, for a moment her eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, just getting used to how it felt, having all of him inside her.

When she opened her eyes, it was to meet Niko's, smiling down at him as she reached to stroke his stomach affectionately, his skin oddly pale against hers. They were together, in a way she'd never been with another person - and she wasn't sure she'd have imagined it being an alien. Maybe if she'd been there for the future Garrus had described, she might have thought differently - but it was a future she'd never see.

But now part of her, drunk on pleasure and adoration, thought Niko could well be her future instead.

He lifted his free hand to settle behind her head again, and craned up to kiss her as he pulled her down to meet him. Her hands against his abdomen had to feel the strong muscles tensing, and ever muscle down to his toes felt like they were straining against rolling her onto her back and enjoying her.

His other hand continued to rub against her, flick a little, the motion meant to keep her wet and her body from becoming too tense. It had to be working- he could feel how she squeezed and relaxed around his cock. Another guilt there, in that usually he would have worn a condom, but he'd wanted her so badly, bare skin to bare skin, that he hadn't bothered this time. He wanted her that close.

But also he had to control himself more this way, and that was even adding to the pleasure because it forced him to draw it out. He refused to finish before she did. He wanted to be inside her when she came, he wanted to feel her whole body writhe around him.

"Beautiful." He said it in Khelish, against her mouth and his accent was even thicker in his pleasured stupor.

Leaning forward to meet him angled him inside her in such a way that she shuddered, moaning into his mouth. As one of her hands gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her in turn, her other hand skimmed over his skin greedily - taking in the texture and heat of it. She slowed briefly at one of his scars - one of several she'd seen already - but only long enough to trail her thumb along the ridged skin gently.

And then that word from his mouth - her mind fogged as it was, it took her a second to realise it wasn't the translator, it was him. She paused, eyes flickering open to look at him, her eyelashes brushing his face. His accent was always attractive, but that made her want him to groan things at her in her language all the more often. More than that, though, it was the emotion of it that tightened her chest, made her breath catch.

A pause, and then a wide smile broke over her face, and she brought both hands to cradle his face to her and she kissed him deeply.

"I..." It was hard to stay coherent - she slowly lifted her hips off his a little, only to to sink back down and grind against him in a way that, along with his fingers stroking her, made her gasp a deep, shuddering breath. "I need to...to teach you a lot more."

There was something amusing that she chose then to say it to him, with her weight being pressed down onto his cock. It made him dizzy with pleasure, the humor of the situation bringing the slightest smile to his face. Her hands were on him, investigating him, unhindered by the mask that had prevented her from seeing the details of his body sometimes.

"I want you to teach me more. I want you to teach me every word you want me to say to you." The words were broken by grazing mouths, by hungry kisses.

Her movements, her tightness, it didn't just feel good, it felt satisfying in a way that sex rarely was for him. He knew it was because he truly cared about her, more than like, and more than just raw animal need that had him guiltily giving women money. His regret was that he couldn't come inside of her, not unless they took more special circumstances, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

The motion of his fingers grew slower, but more intent. He slipped his pointer and middle finger between her lips, along either side of her clit, and drew them back and forth.

In that moment, she just wanted to hear his voice - that accent - anything he said, any noise he made, anything unmarred by the slightly artificial tones of the translator.

"When I can think straight." The words were wobbly, broken up by a laugh that turned into breathless gasps, and it was a miracle she got the last word out coherently at all, as her hips rolled against him, lifting up partway only to buck back down into his fingers. Her motions weren't particularly smooth - there was a clumsy sort of eagerness to every move she made at this point.

It wasn't just the pleasure of it - though that in itself had her breathless, helpless to stifle any of the gasps and soft cries spilling from her. The hungry, near to desperate feeling that even this - him deep inside her, his mouth on hers and their hands on each other - was barely close enough to him; the way nothing else existed then, not in any of her senses, but him; the sudden and completely natural notion that she might really be falling in love with him.

While his movements grew slower and more careful, hers sped up in turn. Her hips slapped down against his, and there was a rather uncoordinated jerkiness to the way she moved, the ardent need of someone not quite sure yet how to move, or what would feel good.

There were anatomical differences but now they weren't even noticeable. He could only focus on how she was making him feel. His fingers slid in circles against her, keeping his hand gradually in time with her movements.

His other hand he put on her hip to steady her, figuring it would help them both (not that even in her ungainliness did anything feel unpleasant, but he could tell she wasn't sure what she wanted out of this yet). Once he had her steadied he could break the kiss and watch her, again, leaning their foreheads together so he could look down between them at the obscene display. His fingers were wet from touching her, sliding easily, and she looked positively full of him.

He could tell it hurt a little, but it hurt in that soothing way. That way that when he did the right thing, he saw not just pleasure but relief to counter it. Each time he saw that flicker of discomfort washed away, he was gratified. She trusted him to make her feel better.

The most she could see down between them, breaking the kiss and glancing down in turn, was Niko's hand, his fingers slick between her thighs. The hand on her hip helped - brought her back to herself and steadied her on him a little, and she found herself grinding down against his hips, into his fingers.

Sitting upright made it easier to keep herself steady, made it easier to roll her hips in a way that made his cock press against her in the right places, places that made her shudder bodily as muscles in her thighs and backside flexed. It was easier by now not to even notice the discomfort of him filling her - and if she noticed, his fingers quickly soothed it away, the wet heat building up inside her drowning out anything like pain.

Head tilted back - her hair brushed his thighs - she drew the fingers of one hand down from the delicate skin of her throat to her heaving chest, cupping one breast and pinching the nipple. With her other hand, she reached down to grab Niko's wrist, pull his hand against her all the more firmly.

His hand on her hip moved, unable to resist reaching up (as well as he could), to touch her other breast with that hand. He moved his fingers faster against her growing more rough as he went, more intent on the sensation than anything near some grazing build up.

For as tawdry as this was, it was also the most innocent thing he'd felt in a long time. Pure. All he could focus on was her. Not what he'd done, or was going to do. Just that connection between their bodies, her grinding down on him like she couldn't get enough of him and appreciating how hard that she'd made him.

And love. On his end, definite love there.

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It wasn't long before sitting up felt too far away - before she leaned down to press her forehead against his, the urge to be as close to him as she could be almost something magnetic, irresistible. The two of them together had never felt like it was about just physical need, although--she bit down on her lip, cries stifled as the motions of his fingers got all the rougher against her--although no nerve stim program could have felt like this. It was like comparing a weak light bulb to the heat of a sun.

But it was more than that - watching him beneath her, the way he squirmed under her, how he looked at her... She needed that, needed him, and it wasn't something she'd ever felt about another person before. He had, but that didn't matter - in that moment, he was hers and she was his.

The way her hips moved had turned into a needy, desperate rocking into his fingers, his cock deep and hot inside her, discomfort forgotten. The pressure built inside her and she was so close-

She came hard with a wail, nails of each hand digging into his wrist and leaving long, dark lines from her breast down her ribs before she ended up clutching at Niko with both hands. Her legs shook so hard she was going to come close to slipping off him entirely. It was a long moment before she slumped a little, still shaking, gasping with aftershocks that made her clench around him.

He took in every second of it, from the way she raked her nails against him and herself, to the way her body tensed and quaked under the pressure. She was clenching, and he didn't know how much more he could take.

"Y-" he had to breathe. "If you haven't taken anything for it-" like he did, so he could eat her out without worry. "You need to get up."

There was actually something of a plea in his voice, because he was very, very close and he knew that there was no way for him to hold back.

She'd clenched her eyes shut so hard that when she opened them slightly, her vision was still a little blurred. Nose pressed against Niko's cheek, she had to catch her breath before she could say anything.

"I did," she murmured between shaky breaths - she'd been nervous, hadn't wanted to take any chances - more importantly, hadn't wanted to start panicking about allergic reactions in the middle of something like this. "It's fine."

She could feel him, tense underneath her in contrast to her own softening shudders, hard inside her as she squirmed on him, and the notion that it was because of her - that she'd done that to him, brought a warmth to her chest that both felt a little at odds with what they were doing...and totally right at the same time.

And though the idea of him coming inside her hadn't occurred to her before then, she found in an instant that in a deep, visceral sort of way she wanted him to. Breath hot and shaky, she mouthed her way from his cheek to his jaw, then down his throat - scraping her teeth not-quite-gently down the skin before, remembering how he reacted to her nails, biting the crook of his neck with sharp teeth.

That hint of pain went so well with the way her body was tight around him, pressed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her there, baring his throat more for her sharp teeth and keeping her close as he felt all of that extra heat radiate off her body. He was sweaty but it didn't seem to be a problem right then, it just made the connection more intense.

With one hand resting at her lower back, meant to keep her still, he worked his hips into her those last few times. Yes. There. Almost.

He was so close he could taste the raw skin from where he was biting his lip, and he was holding his breath.

It wasn't shaking this time, instead he tensed. His body near stilled, except for the faint rise and fall of his hips. Deep inside he came hard, and she was so full of him that he could feel his own release slick around him, making those last few slides all the more exquisite as it trickled out of her, around his hard cock.

He stilled that one last time, riding it out, holding onto the intensity until he let himself find air again. His arms remained loose around her even as his body went slack.

There was a tang of salt on his throat that wasn't unpleasant, and his body was cool and slick with sweat - it contrasted sharply with the dry heat of her own skin, the dark flush that had spread from her face down her throat and chest.

She could feel him close, feel the tension building like a coiled spring - his hips moving, his cock moving inside her, and when she bit back her moans it was his throat her teeth dug into -

- when he came, she felt it, and not just in how he held his breath and went almost still under her. He filled her so completely that when his cock seemed to pulse within her, when he moved and there was an added slickness between them, she felt it all, vivid and lewd. She found her mouth gaping, breath catching, face buried in his neck.

For a long moment after he slackened, she simply lay against him, cheek on his collarbone, catching her breath and letting herself relax, aching pleasantly. She put off lifting herself off him from moment to moment, partly because she didn't want to break that connection between the two of them. Partly it was just because the movement of it would really start to ache.

When she finally pushed herself just up onto her elbow to look at him, she couldn't help realising just how bonelessly tired she felt - worn out in the best possible way. He'd bitten his lip raw - she leaned down without thinking to take his lip between her own, tongue flickering over the deep groove left by his teeth. The marks on his throat were probably worse - she pulled back a little to look as that occurred to her and... Those were definitely some marks, dark and indented, his pale skin red around them, right down his throat.

...And she couldn't help laughing softly, giddy and a little sheepish. "I'm sorry, I... your whole..." She gestured to his neck and deliberately covered her teeth with her lips - if anything, she was flushing even darker.

He laid slumped back, catching his breath, and unaware of the job that she had done on his neck until she laughed and he touched it. He smiled at that, then twitched beneath her as he softened and slipped out.

"I don't remember it being that good." Even if that sounded like some line, something you said to placate a new partner, he meant it. This felt personal, not like some desperate act that he could pretend was intimacy.

It was dangerous, and stupid, but he didn't think he could stop himself from caring this much. But it was the only hope he had left- not even his mother's love could sustain him here, or his dutiful obligation to his cousin.

It was Tali who needed him.

...Or so he hoped.

She'd have been a lot more guilty about it if she'd drawn blood. Right now she just felt a sheepish sort of amusement at the sight of the marks she'd left on him. She didn't think she'd realised how sharp she'd bitten him...or that his skin marked so easy. So many little things she'd just never been able to consider before.

It was a moment before what he said caught up to her - she'd shuddered bodily when he pulled out of her; and now that she'd caught her breath, come down from the high, she was acutely aware of the ache he left behind. Her legs were slightly stiff beneath her as she lifted up a little, only to stretch them out - a little gingerly - and lie down properly, weight half on Niko, though propped up on one forearm to look at him.

She'd never thought of Niko as the type to placate - if he said something, he meant it - so even if it sounded like a line...it wasn't. He'd already told her he'd been with a lot of women - and not that she'd been worried about him comparing her...well, not that worried...but she hadn't expected to hear that.

(Not for a while, maybe. Some day, she dearly wanted to blow his mind like he already had hers.)

"Neither do I." A bit of a joke, sure - but soft, fond, lacking any edge. And it was true, anyway - not suit programs, nor fingers and teeth through fabric, could have prepared her for something this intense, this intimate. It wouldn't have been like this with anybody else - maybe that's what he'd meant.

She stretched her legs out properly as blood rushed back into them, her back arching, and sighed in relief. "Next time, though, you go on top."

Part of her already thought 'next time' couldn't come soon enough.

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