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Flipping a few toggles she tapped the display. Reading over the numbers, she lifted and pressed a couple more toggles feeling the Mako lift as the thrusters activated and burned for half a second before settling back down. The readout blinked and gave her more numbers. Pressing the display and toggles the Mako began to cool down. Reaching up she stretched and rolled her neck. This was the one spot that felt all right. It was quiet, no one asked questions about her diplomatic style or yanked her out of rack time at ungodly hours to see how quick she could react to stimuli. It was a safe haven, at least until she was found out and someone ruined her fun. Sometimes even on a military ship you needed to be away from people. This was likely one of those signs that she shouldn't have joined the navy if she hated people this much and in such close quarters, but well she did like her job.
Grinding her teeth a bit she took a deep breath and held it counting backwards from five. At one she she let her breath out in a loud huff and felt her shoulders slouch a bit. Sometimes it was nice to pretend not to be military rigor. She sat there for a long moment eyes closed taking slow shallow breaths. Click click. At first she thought she was hallucinating hearing the noise, but then she heard it again.
Serious? The one place she had been sneaking away to, the one place that felt comfortable just letting it all go and he found her. Son of a bitch! Her anger surged, but she sat there waiting and listening. Would he speak first or try an attack or try something stealthy. Calmly she waited, poised and coiled ready. “Good, you are learning.” She didn't know what she was learning only that no where was sacred and it seemed that hiding from the turian was not an option.
“Nihlus. Only took you a week to figure out where I was hiding out. I'd ask if you were getting slow but that might be over stepping my bounds.” She smirked at the comment loving to rib the turian, if she had a witty repartae she ensured she used it lest find herself wishing she said the witty remark earlier.
“Well this is a little more discreet then the engineering room sub-basement and no one asks too many questions if it is moving or odd noises are coming from within.”
She smirked and opened her eyes to see the Spectre looming close by the passenger seat.
“It is a bit tight quartered, but it will have to make due.” He pressed the Mako's doors and the vehicle hissed closed. Lifting from the seat slightly she turned to look at the turian, if it were not for his eyes and the colour of the lights he wore he'd be lost in the darkness of the Mako. Moving from the pilot and co-pilot gunner spot she slipped between the seat and stood across from Nihlus that smirk still on her lips.
The vapid distaste between them had been genuine at least at the beginning with the turian doing all he could to annoy the living day lights out of her. Of course this was the whole reason she liked him. Him being in her way, or always looming over her. Maybe if he hadn't been a Spectre, maybe if he hadn't been turian but her attraction meter had always been a little off. While all the girls mooned over the pretty jock guy with muscles she was sitting in the back of the class mooning over no one. She never found anyone to be particularly attractive. At first she thought it was just her, maybe she just liked looking at girls more.
The other likely point was that she was clueless, at least in her younger teen years she was. She tended to be completely and utterly unable to tell someone was actually interested her. It wasn't like she was super pretty with her plain, very straight brown hair, it wasn't like she was super tall or had any real handling of academics. She saw no reason for someone to find her attractive and months after someone stopped pining for her she would overhear something and be attracted to that person but they were long since done being interested in her.
No her attractive meter had always been on the bit more of the odd angle. She liked looking at girls but couldn't figure out if one liked her back in that way or not. Of course it didn't take her too long to figure out she was attracted to girls that had no interest in her or in being with girls. Plus there was the fact she loved flirting with guys and hanging out with them. Nothing against her own gender, but some girls were just hard to figure out. Being around guys was easier. She found that her interests were more along theirs, she would far prefer sitting around watching some sports game then shopping or doing odd atypical girl like things that she never seemed to like doing.
Plus she was a huge flirt. It wasn't like she was trying to lead people on, just happened to be her way and while most guys got all the wrong signals everything worked out in the end. Once they figured out she was only being flirty for fun and because it was a thing she did they laid off hitting on her and she was fine. Oh sure she had her share of interactions, but they were short and more a way to blow off steam. Sometimes, very rarely her wires were on the right wave length with someone else and their interaction kindled, then burned hot and intense and then faded away. Just the way things tended to be. Besides there was always duties and missions that tended to end things quick.
It likely should have been her first clue when the first turian she ever met she nearly drooled all over her tablet and tripped on all her words whenever they were around. She had seen turians before as a youth and teenager, but this one she couldn't find words to describe why she was so enamored. She found herself shy, unable to flirt like she did with all the other guys. Instead she drew introspective watching from a far distance and adoring his mandible, taloned hands, the way of their walk. This was likely her first crush and she never got over him, not fully at least and not for a while. Of course no one ever knew about her crush, she had seen the teasing some of the others girls got and kept quiet. No sense betting ousted of the one place she felt comfortable just for liking someone that happened to be a different species.
Maybe she wasn't meant for normal relationships. Who in the army was? She didn't know one relationship that survived the long haul and the strict rules about fraternization seemed to keep things under wraps unless you wanted to be going through certain hoops with the brass. Just too much trouble. But maybe it was that human relationships weren't her thing. No it was the standard relationship dynamic that didn't work for her and not many saw it her way.
Nihlus wasn't her first turian. After her initial shyness rubbed off from her first crush she knew she couldn't let another opportunity pass her by. Exploring sexual alternatives outside your species can be different, she did a lot of reading and watching some very explicit turian porn that would make even the brashest krogan blush. Her first time was not perfection like all the video's, she had to do a lot of teaching and by the end she left feeling a bit more frustrated then actually satisfied. Since that time she had some progressively better encounters.
The turian Spectre had never been on her radar, but then again her radar was sometimes slow to recognize something. Unlike most of the crew she wasn't phased by the turian stalking around and inspecting everything. This had been a joint turian/human project and it made sense all those involved wanted to make sure that everything was running well, what she couldn't figure is why the turian was like a bad shadow she couldn't get rid of. At first she had not even noticed she was being followed. Clueless. She just figured he kept going to the places she was heading. But then she overheard someone mention it and immediately she clued in something was up and decided to test the theory.
Once she knew she was being followed her shadow was more an annoyance. He was there watching standard drills, looming outside the bathroom, following her to the crew quarters and even there during meal times. She remembered the frustration building and his very presence in even her peripheral vision was driving her insane. After a very exhausting and rough drill of a dead drop in the Mako, the rest of the crew had already gone up to change and she was just finishing with the Mako. Her head was throbbing and something told her she was being watched. In the shadows of the shuttle bay she could see him lurking there.
She wasn't in the mood for him and his lurking and had just about enough. Pretending she was heading to the elevator she waited for his predictable motion to follow her. Like clockwork he moved, she could almost feel his movements as he walked across the bay floors. As the door swished before her she caught his movement behind her. One, breathe in – two, breathe out. Then as she moved to step into the elevator, her hands dropped one of the data pads from her hands. The motion caught the turians glance and gave her enough time to whirl and fling the second one at his head and pivot herself to lunge at him.
Bringing her one arm up she kicked at his leg as she pushed him back. Her actions caught Nihlus off guard until this moment they had existed nicely, she feigned not noticing him stalking her or she really hadn't noticed. There was nothing about how she behaved recently to say otherwise but the attack shocked him. He lifted his arm up to flinch against the attack of the datapad he hadn't prepared himself for her to other attacks. Her style seemed like any other jar head, but this one meant she could think outside the box. He took the kick to his leg and felt a bit of his stance waiver as he countered her punch.
Within seconds they were trading blows. She took advantage of the initial surprise to get in a few lucky blows but afterward it was all parry, dodge and landing blows where the other didn't expect. They jostled back and forth on the bay floor until she just said fuck it and charged in. Bringing up her one arm she bull rushed the turian and skidded him back up into the Mako. Her teeth clenched in anger. But he then reversed the pin and had her face planted against the side of the Mako with her one arm behind her back.
Using his superior weight, height and size he crushed her there against the vehicle. “Are you done yet?” His voice hissed in her ear but her blood was still boiling refusing to give up the fight even though he seemed to have the advantage at this point. Grabbing her other hand he forced it above her head.
She still growled and lashed against the hold, but he had a firm grip. “Give up.”
“You first.” She sneered her mind reeling and trying to come up with a counter, but there wasn't one. At least not one she saw until she decided to pivot her hips and rock them against the turian. He pushed harder against her but she just groaned gently.
“Oh yea, harder.”
She could tell he didn't like that. He tried to stop her hips from moving in that provocative way as he pressed his legs harder against hers. “Give it up human.”
“Harder.” She growled through her clenched teeth, there was a lot of pressure on her chest, but she decided at that point to moan low and guttural.
“Oh yeah Nihlus harder.”
He didn't get it and was perplexed why her words were turning deeper, more sexual. He knew enough about humans to know the sounds she made were not usual for fighting. His one hand loosened a bit from his grip when she moaned again and she took the opportunity to slip her hand above her head from his grasp. Swinging her elbow in she caught his side and used her head to smash it back into his face.
Now it was his turn to be her captive as she pinned him to the floor of the cargo bay. She couldn't get the whole of him under her, but with her legs over his chest she stopped the upper body from leaving the floor for now. “Give up?” She asked but knew the answer.
For several minutes they continued like this, one getting the upper hand and then the other finding an out. Then somewhere she couldn't be sure it was less about fighting and getting her aggravation out and had slipped to something else. It was likely her fault that it descended quickly into something else when she decided to clamp down on a particular sensitive part of the turian neck, usually it would have caused a human to wince in pain instead she got a completely different response. There was something that should have told her clamping down on a neck was a bad idea, it wasn't like she never been with turian and didn't know the sensitive spots. But she was looking for leverage not an open door to sex, it wasn't her intention. Then again how many times had she said that before?
She heard the guttural moan and felt his pelvis almost instinctual lift up and push against hers. Her head was brushed aside and mouth plates nipped at her neck. She shouldn't have liked it, but she did, she always did. It was why she liked being with turians, their ideas of erogenous zones seemed to work for what turned her on. No human guy would give her the right type of neck love that she so enjoyed. Hands were pinned above her head by one hand and she felt the first clasp of her armor come undone.
Sighing between heated breaths, she slipped her one hand free from his grasp and began to unlock the clasps on his armour. Turning her head she licked the spot she had bit and felt his response more then heard the soft sub-harmonics bristling with need. Armour skidded across the floor, dropping fast as hand and talon pushed them out of the way. Nihlus got her chest plate off first and slid his taloned hand up her side and brushed against her breast before grabbing it roughly. The next few minutes they spent parrying and countering as armour dropped to the floor.
She thought of it now, how they got here. One wrong bite and they had been circling each other ever since, trying to find a discreet and out of the way place to hook up from what had been accidentally started. She thought for sure they had found a good spot in between the engine room and the cargo hold. It was tough to get into but provided privacy and the engine running made noises harder to discern, of course that was when only she was going down on the turian and not the other way around. She couldn't help it if his roving tongue tended to make her want to scream out. Military life and hooking up in such a life meant learning to muffle moans and cried of passion – it was the only way anyone got around the regs. Well she wasn't really breaking regs with Nihlus. The Alliance head yet to right a book on regs in dealing with outsider military forces, so why should they hide. She knew why.
For turians there was a lot that hinged on their honour as soldiers and their decorum in public. Even sometimes behind closed doors a turian could not stop holding that mask they were always forced to wear. She understood too well, but that didn't mean she did not want to express herself when it came to orgasms. The last time they had nearly been caught, now they needed a new spot and she was tasked with finding it since she nearly blew their cover, they were supposed to be pretending to hate each other after all.
Nihlus stepped forward, his motions quick until he backed her up to the wall of the Mako. His hot breath on her face as he lurched low to nip at her neck and she was quick to give his access. Her hands went up to the armour clasps and began to undo each. It made sense for her to be in casual army gear, but Nihlus pretty much couldn't dare be seen without his armour on. The minute he dressed casual there would be shame associated with it. There were a lot of strange turian customs she had learned over the years, but she found each one had their own strange customs and opinions regarding sex. Some were timid, some were commanding, some were loving, some were rough. Nihlus liked his control. He liked having it and displaying it and she didn't mind his need for control. But he also liked losing control and being dominated. It was a strange combination.
The chest piece slid to the ground with a clunk but by now his hands hand brushed down her one side and had undid the clasps of her pants and was pushing his taloned fingers deeper into her pants while the other brushed gently up and down her side. His face plate roved up and down her neck sending chills down her back as he nibbled along a familiar but erotic path. Her hands forgot their true purposed for a bit and she let them hang on the clasps basking in the motions of his hands. That was until he growled a bit in her ear and she noticed she hadn't relieved him of his lower armour. This she took her time in relieving it, if only to frustrate him a little longer.
A wide taloned finger slipped down further into her panties rubbing down to her clit and back up. The fabric of her pants didn't exactly give his larger hand a chance to maneuver much lower. When the last leg piece of armour was removed, her hands were left to their own devices. Their first encounter had been fast and needful, getting it on in the cargo bay came with its own set of risks of being discovered. She had certainly helped him get his release, but she was left with the unfortunate task of being left to ache until they could find something a bit better.
Running her fingers up to his mandibles, she began to trace their length. The response was almost immediate. He thrust toward her in his under suit as her fingers laced through the mandibles and brushed along the sensitive part of his head. The deep groans she could feel through the face plate as he nibbled down over her chest. Arching her back a little she gave him a bit more leverage as he roamed lowering biting a bit through the fabric. With a deft hand he lifted the shirt off of her exposing her soft skin to the cooler air of the Mako. Gooseflesh popped up all along her body before a warm breath swooped down to nibble through the fabric of her bra. Grabbing at the back of his head a little roughly, her hips raised and pushed against his feeling the bulge between the combined fabric they wore.
Pivoting her hips she altered her position so that now her back side was against his front. For a moment Nihlus was confused as the change of position until her felt her ass brush against his waist.
“Like this.” Was all she said and he understood. Pressing her hard against the Mako's wall his one hand dipped to drag her pants from her hips. Setting his mouth against the nape of her neck where it met the shoulder he heard a soft but low moan. The harmonics he could feel and it bristled his own arousal. Nipping lower her then dragged his tongue against the area and felt her shift, pushing against him as she moaned again. He had never known humans female to enjoy this, but he knew from the start this one was different, on a different path and under his tutelage for the next couple months if not years. Yes he could get used to this.
He could feel her slickness between his taloned hands, his nails were sharp so he minded himself to not digging them too deep into her flesh. Bruises and scrapes she could likely get away with as everyone saw that they sparred openly in the cargo hold, but long scratches in tender places, the bite marks that likely couldn't be covered by simple sparring he knew to keep to hidden places. While he would enjoy marking her as much as he could, it did not injure his pride he could not do so. It was more then his pride and honour on the line if they were found out. Plus he hated to be removed from being her mentor when things were just starting to get interesting.
Rubbing his finger along her clit and into her slit he could feel her moans and felt her hips rise and fall to his ministrations. Pressing hard into her back he clamped down on her shoulder blade and listened as she cried out a bit in pain and ecstasy. He knew to watch his bites. The wrong type of bite at the wrong time and she would switch off. He learned that quick when he bit in at her calf once and suddenly all the arousal she had turned to placid indifference. Her history should have told him to watch the pain delivery. After what she had seen on Mindoir, what she experienced first hand he knew that her mind could blank out the pain, that she could go to a place and push beyond it but there was nothing there in that void of not feeling.
Thrusting against her hips he helped relieve her of the silk panties she so liked to wear. He never understood her fascination with them and the light bit of lace some had, but he supposed she couldn't be all tough and hard as stone. The rest of his under clothes vanished quickly with her squirming against his hand as he continued to lick up and down her back while the other hand held her upper half very firmly against the wall of the Mako. Her back was arching under ever touch, responding to the nips he left closer to her neck. She was certainly a strange one and it had been easy to tell she had been with other turians before him. Her hands knew all the right places to touch, the tender zones and every odd spot she must have stumbled upon in the past. It also helped that she had long gotten passed reacting adversely to turians.
Positioning his length between her thighs she could feel her pelvis rock against it. The needy little moans hitching in her chest and through her breath. She was so close, he could feel it now. Her pelvis was rubbing hard against his finger at the front and his length between her thighs. Grabbing her hair in his other hand he growled deep into her ear letting the sub-harmonics reverberate from his chest to her. 'Not yet', he chided voicelessly and removed his hand from her mound. He could hear the whimper and then slipped his length along her slicked entrance. She moaned and began to grind her pelvis again as his other hand lifted and trailed it way up her tight abdomen and to her pert breasts. She wasn't asari made, but she had enough where it counted.
It wasn't long before she was at the edge again her body rocking hard against his length, dipping to stimulate her clit. She was panting and the taste of her sweat was sweet against his tongue. In one thrust he embedded himself into her, his hand moving from molesting her breast back to her engorged clit. Hefting her up, he pounded into her slowly at first listening to her ragged and pitched moans. Of course he didn't realize at this angle the stimulation for him was far greater. Her ass planted against his pelvis rocking back and forth. It was mind blowing and the slaps of their flesh beat out a rhythm in his ears.
She was quaking under him. So needful, pinned hard against the Mako wall and then he pulled out from her. Now it was her turn to growl, but he only smirked. It was her punishment for losing the discreet place near the engineering room. Her task would be to clean and sanitize the next location if she wanted to have him again.
Turning her gaze back to him, he could see the smoldering need there mixed with indignation and anger. Batting away his arms she whirled, the whole of her body displayed for his view. Her slick thighs rubbing gently as she moved. Growling she came at him, took him off guard and he found himself pinned against the opposite Mako wall to where she had once been pinned.
“Want to play games do we?” She sneered, but her hand was already at his length, brushing her fingers along it like it was her personal toy. Bending low, he wasn't sure her plan but when her lips secured around him he suddenly realized this may have been a bad idea. He suddenly understood the words blow job and why the men of her species seemed so into it, it was glorious. The slickness of her mouth taking him as whole as she could, teeth gently rubbing against his length, her tongue swirling around his tip. He was going to lose his mind if not more if he didn't put a stop to it and fast.
Pushing at her shoulders he disengaged himself from her mouth his cock twinging in desire and need. Grabbing at her roughly he forced her up and pushed her back to the Mako wall. Hefting her pelvis up he impaled himself into her and heard her moan. Her legs wrapped gingerly around his waist using the hold to leverage herself up and down his shaft. Her lips were all over him again fingers running up through the mandibles and over the tender parts of his head.
He kept thrusting, rubbing his pelvis hard against hers until he heard could hear her breathing driving fast and short. Then he felt her clench and scream out. He kept thrusting riding her as the orgasm took her places, just as he thought she was ebbing her muscles tightened again and he lost himself. Damn her and her sneaky human ways. Nibbling gently at the flesh of her neck he continued to thrust slowly even after he was spent just to hear her scream again and lose herself a second time. Smirking with pride he gingerly let her down and watched as she collected herself on wobbly legs. When she bent to grab her panties he gave her ass a swift slap which illicit-ed a yelp and groan.
His clothes were easy to find and he snapped his armour back into place as she began to dress and gather the cleaning supplies. He waited the right amount of time, at least to get the scent of their lovemaking out of the air then left the Mako barking some order about cleaning up the mess she had made. Back to hating each other again.