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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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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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