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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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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.