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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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"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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