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Shepard looked around. Big town like Omega should mean plenty of places to hide, but it was late enough in the night that there were no crowds to disappear in. Saren's mercs had already spotted them in shadows, under the curve of doorways. The chase was getting old, and she knew they had to throw their persuers soon if they were going to survive the night.
The main street was mostly empty, but for the brothel and the pairings lingering outside their doors. Her eyes snagged on an asari nearly fully bare, climbing a turian woman like the trunk of a tree. Aw, hells. She turned to Vakarian and pointed. "Get against the wall."
"What?"
"Wall, now!" She grabbed him by the collar of his coat and slammed his cowl against the wall. Vakarian was a know-it-all, but he sure didn't seem to know what was happening right now. Maybe he's never done this before? Shepard thought it was likely enough that she nearly felt guilty. No time to worry about that now, though. She pulled his face down to meet hers and drowned his surprised yelp with a kiss. For added effect, she ran one hand up his shoulder and used the other to start shrugging off her jacket.
Whether or not he'd ever been kissed like a human before, he seemed to catch on quick enough. He tilted his head and wrapped her up in his arms. His sudden enthusiasm nearly knocked off her hat. She grabbed the brim just in time.
Pounding footsteps rounded the corner. Vakarian made a growling noise and put his hand on her ass. Gravel and mud kicked up as their pursuers came closer. She put his reaching hand to use, and leveraged herself up until she had him caged in against the wall. The footsteps slowed. He pulled her even higher against his thigh, and oh, he surely couldn't know what that pressure meant. The crunch of gravel came up closer behind her back. Vakarian' tongue pressed against her lips and she let him slip into her mouth.
Keep moving, keep moving- The footsteps sped up again, and she listened until they fell away into the noise of the brothel.
Shepard let her foot fall back to the ground and she laughed as she stumbled out of his arms. "Shit, Vakarian, you've gotta be more careful than that. I won't always be around to save your sorry ass."
"I- Shepard-."
"Good work there, by the way. I bet those roamin' hands of yours are what really sold the show."
"Shepard."
"Here I was thinking you'd never done that before, but you're a professional. You been kissin' humans between all those massacres of yours?"
"Shepard."
Her brain caught up with her ears and she turned her face back up to look at him. His eyes were dazed, but his pupils locked onto her face. She paused. "You all right there, big guy?"
"What was that?" His voice had dropped even lower than its usual deep tone.
"It was a kiss, Vakarian. What do you mean, what was that? You seemed to have it pretty well handled there-"
"You know good and well that ain't what I mean." A big hand landed on her forearm. Still gentle, gentle as he always was, but determined. "What was all of that?"
"It was just a goddamn kiss. Doesn't mean anything. We were being chased by men with guns!" She pressed her heel back and leaned away. "You're being ridiculous."
Blue sky ran around her face. She dug her heel deeper into the mud and ignored the pulse that pounded up and down her body.
He held still for a second, gloved hand still on her arm. Then he crossed his arms across his keel and she shivered at the fresh chill on her skin. "Fine. Let's go."
They walked down the street in silence, entered the shabbier saloon in town, and checked in. She asked for one room with two beds, per usual, and ignored the turian glowering over her shoulder. They didn't talk when they set their belongings down. Not when he left, nor when he came back and nearly flung a tray of chicken and potatoes in her direction. The only noise from Vakarian's side was the occasional violent turn of a page. Shepard pitied his little book for how he was taking out his frustration on it. She accepted the silence as she ate, and let it carry her to sleep when she was done with the food.
The silence had sat so heavy on her chest, that when it broke it pulled her out of sleep. Usually, Shepard could sleep through most anything. From the maze of beds in the orphanage, to the stacked bunks in basic, to the room she'd shared with the one other woman at the Villa, She had learned good and well to ignore the types of private noises that were inevitable in a shared space. But either she was extra-restless or Vakarian was extra-loud, and she blinked her eyes open to a low moan and the steady creak of an ancient bedframe.
If this man brought someone to our room- Shepard rolled over to scope out the scene. Her bedframe squealed, and the groan of his abruptly stopped. Moonlight pooled over the other bed in the room. She could see Vakarian's fringe hanging off the edge of the mattress, his legs bent upward to fit on the frame, and… Oh. His hand fisted in his lap, still but for the gentle quake of want and fear. He held himself like that a while longer, no doubt listening for further movement from her side of the room. If he'd looked up, he would have seen her eyes locked onto his body. But he didn't look. Instead, he began to move his palm up and down his lap.
Shepard watched him build up pace, trying to ignore the way her own body warmed up at the sight. Still, she couldn't stop her fingers from dragging down her abdomen, through the hair at the juncture of her legs. She nearly felt bad watching him like this, until-
"Shepard-" her name slipped from his mouth like a song.
Well, that as good as any cue he could've given. Shepard sat up. "You coulda woke me up, you know."
She held back the laugh that bubbled up as Vakarian nearly hit the ceiling. "Spirits! Shepard, what-"
"I mean, you certainly did wake me up. What with all that moaning you were doing, calling out my name like you needed my help." She swung her legs out from under her sheet, making sure to stretch out the ache in her knees before standing. "But you didn't have to do all of this alone."
"I wasn't doing-"
"Don't lie, Vakarian."
"Turians don't lie."
Shepard did laugh at that. "Not well, they don't. 'Sides, that wet spot on your sheet told me enough of the truth already." She was standing at the side of his bed now. She could reach out and drag her finger through the puddle he made. Maybe if she was bold enough, she could even wrap her hand around his, move it to the side, hold what he'd been trying to hide. Instead she put her hands on her waist.
Blue eyes hopped down to her waist, then back to her face. "I didn't mean to be . . . disrespectful. You didn't want- you said-"
"We've all got needs." She shrugged and watched his eyes follow the way her sleepshirt rose with her shoulders. "It's been a minute for me, too, and just 'cause it was just a kiss doesn't mean it didn't affect me, too. So like I said. You could have woken me up. But if you're done-"
His free hand shot out to catch hers before she could turn away. "I didn't say that."
"True. You said you never started. Silly me, I 'spose."
Frustration ran over his face, but his voice dripped with need. "I was … touching myself. 'Course I was."
"'Course you were."
"…And if you're offering," his words were deliberate now, like he was waging a war just to say them, "I wouldn't mind your company."
Shepard smiled big. "Why, Mr. Vakarian, I thought you might never ask."
With that, she sat at the foot of his bed and let her knees fall open. If turians could drool, Vakarian would surely be foaming at the mouth at the sight of her bare cunt. The hand that still sat under the sheet moved, just barely, but enough to make him hiss again.
"You know I still don't like you?" An unfair question for her to ask. She dipped two fingers into her mouth, taking the time to swirl her tongue around them.
He whined, either at the lascivious sight or the bite of the disparagement. "Of course."
Shepard lowered her hand, brushing a nipple before landing on her lower lips. "And you know this ain't more than just the sex?"
"Yes."
She gently spread herself open and began to circle her spit-slick fingers round her clitoris. Her lip quirked up as she started to warm herself up. "Then let's talk specifics here."
He groaned. "Shepard-"
"Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about before you woke me up?" She let out her own moan as she felt herself flush red.
"That kiss," his response was near-immediate. His own hand began to move under the blanket. Moved pretty far, Shepard couldn't help but notice. "When my hand was on your ass, and you were riding my thigh."
"Yeah?" She remembered hooking her ankle around his knee, rocking back and forth against his leg while he let his tongue dance against hers. She closed her eyes and let her hips tilt against her fingers the way they had against his thigh a few hours ago.
"I was hard, I-" he shuddered and paused his hand's roll, "I was thinking about how far we would've had to go if Saren's men had stuck around."
"I would have done anything." Truer than she liked it to be, but she said it anyway. "I would have sucked your cock right there on the street if I'd needed to."
"Damn." It was a silly near-swear, but from his mouth it felt like pure sin.
"Pull that sheet down. I want to see you." The muscles in her body were beginning to tighten in anticipation. She hadn't lied earlier when she said it had been a long time, and she suspected her body was eager to fall over that edge as quick as possible as a result.
He shimmied up the bed and tugged the sheet down past his keel, his plated waist, until it slid over the bright-blue head of his cock. His hand continued to run up and down the length of it, occasionally stopping to swipe away some of the pre-cum that gathered at the tip.
"Would you have wanted that? My mouth around you, in front of all those people?" She let her circles dip lower, until her fingers found the entrance of her cunt.
"No."
She stopped her gentle press into herself. "No?"
"No, I-" he huffed as his hand sped up. "I didn't want to come before you on our first time."
"Oh fuck, Vakarian." Her fingers slipped inside of her, then back up to her clitoris. He whined from the other side of the bed at the wet sound.
"Can I touch you?" It was quiet and desperate, and that plea pushed her even further.
"Hells, yes."
She spread her legs even wider and he crawled toward her. He dragged one hand up from her ankle to the edge of her hip, still working himself with the other. She moaned at the contact. Then she gasped as he cupped his hand over the one she was still using to rub her clit. He tried to nudge her fingers aside, but she shook her head.
"In me." She hoped the huff in her voice carried the desparation she felt.
He groaned. Blue eyes squeezed shut for a second, like he was trying to not come just from the thought. And then he began to press his fingertip inside of her. His hands were big, bigger than hers, and just one of his fingers was more of a stretch than the two she had used a moment ago. Vakarian was watching the way his finger penetrated her, looking as hungry as she'd ever seen him. "If you'd let me. I would have spread you out right on that brothel's porch and put my mouth on you." He slid the finger back out, back in, then began fucking her with it in earnest. "I would have lifted you up onto the porch of that brothel and put my mouth on you-"
"Oh fuck, don't stop-"
"And then once you'd come, I would have gotten my cock out and begged you to ride me."
Shepard cried out something, although she'd never be able to say exactly what that something was. Her fingers stuttered to a stop, but his persisted. There was weight on her shoulder - he was pressing his crest there, nipping at her collarbone. Stars burst against her eyelids, her legs shook, and she came around his finger. He was right behind her, spilling himself over the muscle of her thigh.
They stayed there for a moment. Shepard needed to regain control of her limbs, and Vakarian's breath was still running ragged. But eventually, he pulled his finger out of her and sat back on his heels.
"I'm, uh," he gestured at the mess he'd left on her leg, "I can grab a shirt, or something."
"Yeah, thank you."
He got up and rooted through his pack, finally tossing her a bandana the same color as his markings. The scrap of fabric fluttered across the room, and Shepard snapped it out of the air. A few swipes left her leg clean enough, though the bits that had trailed down her leg and onto the mattress seemed a lost cause. She stood on shaky legs and crossed back to her own bed.
"There's still some damp over there." She gestured to the mess they'd left.
"I'll manage."
"Alright." Shepard laid down and pulled the cool, dry sheets back over her skin. She fell asleep listening to the gentle turn of pages from across the room.