Ok, just want to explain how this will work. You review me the pairing you want me to do a one shot for and I'll do publish it. Review the pairings so other people can see what has been requested already. Just to get the ball rolling I'm going to start with a pairing I don't expect anyone will request.

*pulls back the curtain* And it starts!

"I hate paper work." Sparatus sighed again, pushing aside another thick policy he'd had to sign into the 'done' pile to his left. Too bad the pile of 'not done' paper work to his right was as high as his shoulders. He groaned again and sat back in his chair. the fake sun had set in the citadel hours ago. It was the wee hours of the night now and he had hours more to go before he could finally leave his luxurious office and go get some shut eye. It wasn't glamorous being a councillor. Everyone came to you to sign this, approve that, deal with the latest inter-species incident before a war starts, and finish your damn paper work before the next day, where your to do list would double. He sighed again and flexed his signing hand. It ached...

Sparatus knew that this is what came with representing his race in the council, protecting Turian rights everywhere and being prepared for anything. It was an honour he had fought tooth and nail in debates, elections and behind the curtain to achieve. He'd give up his seat over his cold rotting carapace. But it was harder to be motivated about his iconic role in the galaxy as of late. "It's all the damn paper work." He pushed up from his desk and walked over to the large window overlooking the presidium. It was such a soothing sight during the day, and enchanting at night. The way the water rippled around the gushing fountains, glowing under the night lamps running down the bridges.

Yes, he had lost his motivation as of late. His temper had sharpened, and shortened, and he found himself hiding in his office more often than not. Doing paper work. How do the other councillors stay driven with the tedious nature of paper work and ridiculous petty issues we get dumped with? It made him long for his military days. There was paper work, true, but only mission reports. There was more action and excitement than his proverbial desk job. He was proud of it, but the joy had been taken from him. He'd brokered this topic with Tevos, the Asari councillor and she had actually given him a serious answer. With a lecherous smirk...

"You need to find something to unwind with off the clock. Personally, I enjoy that new assistant you hired for me. She's very good." Sparatus pinched his nose sighed again. When he opened his icy blue eyes and saw his tired reflection in the mirror. Even with the agile and striking lines of his white markings, his exhaustion was obvious. His mandibles flared every so as he sighed. Again. Tevos. He shook his head and chuckled. It was her damn idea to show the citadel how the council promoted inter-species cooperation by having an assistant of a different species to each councillor. So he had hired a bright eyed ambitious young Turian woman by the name of Gahlia Turina. She is from a good Palavan family with relatives in the Turian military. She interviewed very well, and he would have liked to have her as his assistant. But no. He had to hire her for that damn Asari woman. And now he knew they were having relations, it's even worse! "It's just unprofessional." He barked to one side and folded his arms over his chest. He'd actually gone to her for a serious answer to his restlessness and she'd divulged that she 'unwound' in the arms of the woman he hired for her! He'd quickly ended that conversation and made his excuses to leave.

But he was wound up so tight after that conversation. All he could think about was how frustrated he was, in many ways, and he actually envied the fact that Tevos had an effective 'outlet', and he didn't.

Sparatus had never gotten round to finding a wife and having a family. Being the Turian councillor meant he also couldn't just go down to Purgatory and 'release his tensions' as and when he needed to. In the military he could, because no one knew him. hell, he'd had his pick of women back in his army days. He chuckled at that, remembering one incident when he was caught in a broom cupboard with two sisters...his unit commander had simply given him a thumbs up and told him not to be late for drills in an hour. The baritone rumbles of his fond but brief laughter filled the office for a moment. Then he sighed. Again. "Trust the damn Asari to suggest the one thing I can't have as a source of relief."

At that moment there was a soft rasping on his door which dragged him from his thoughts. The proud Turian grabbed the hem of his tunic and made sure he looked immaculate before pressing the door release on his desk. His eyes fell on a familiar sight, both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time.

As part of their damn 'we're all friends really' scheme, Udina had hired him a human assistant. Emma Jones. She was a young thing, with long brown hair shimmering down her back and big bright blue eyes. She wore the regulation uniform for a human to wear in the embassies. A white dress that came down to her ankles and the sleeves down to her wrists. It had a high neck and a thick black panel running from her collar to her feet. She was holding a tray of steaming dextro tea.

She was an unpleasant sight as she was a human with access to his office, but she was a pleasant sight because she went out of her way to provide him with dextro coffee in the morning, and tea at night. Perhaps she'd heard his walking around his office and thought he was heading off home? He'd asked her about this service she insisted on providing him once, and remembered her response.

"Coffee to get you all perked up before you start, and tea before you leave. You know, so you don't stay up all night when you get home!" She giggled soon after that, like she always did when she spoke to him in her nervous, almost breathless voice.

Nervous, timid, shy.

She's actually quite loyal to me…she never left the office until he did, and she was always here when he arrived. With the hours he kept, when did she sleep or have a life of her own?

"Good evening councillor Sparatus." She bowed her head briefly and walked up to his desk.

He made an acknowledging grunt in the back of his throat, and sat at his desk once more, looking at the large pile of paper work he'd managed to avoid for all of ten minutes. He pulled the next policy he had to read and sign off the top of the 'to do' pile and set it out before him. His eyes flicked up and caught her rosy lips smiling at him, until she realised she'd been caught and she flushed and made herself busy pouring him a cup of tea. She poured it from a large tea pot, and a large mug. It was black, with hand painted yellow letters around the circumference saying 'Councillor Sparatus'. She even put a smiley face after it too.

This little childish quirk of hers made him smile to himself, and thought that tea actually might be a good idea. It might even lighten his mood.

He watched her pour his steaming tea into the large mug before him, a desk separating them.

"Miss Jones." She flinched at the sound of her name.

"Y-yes Councillor Sparatus?"

"It is technically the next day. Why are you still here?" he palmed the steaming cup of tea and inhaled deeply. Oh, he did enjoy Chopperberry tea. It was a mild fruit and of course, dextro based. No death in a cup for him.

"Oh, well I had some work to do in the office and I do like to serve you tea before you leave for the night. So you sleep well councillor." She smiled at him again, and then looked to his pile of papers. "Oh...you're not leaving anytime soon, are you?"

"Uuuuuuurrrrrh." He groaned and held his brow plate in his fingers. "No. Alas, but the tea will help. Thank you."

"It is my pleasure councillor." She bowed her head to him again and waited to be dismissed. Sparatus released his brow and looked up at the woman. You know, it suddenly struck him that having had her working for him for several months now, he didn't know a damn thing about her. well, her credentials sure. And she was very efficient in her work. But who was this woman that stayed after hours to serve him caffeinated beverages and stand between him and the petty masses? He'd caught this timid human once staring down a hissing Turian C-Sec officer that wasn't happy about being taken off his case by the councillor. He'd been ready to charge through the door and give the little pipsqueak a damn piece of his mind, when he heard her calmly, and cautiously, tear him a new one.

"Forgive the assumption officer, but I was under the impression that you were capable of reading the letter of explanation that was sent to you, and also understood the chain of command in regards to your investigations regarding other delegates. If councillor Sparatus says no, then you should be damn well honoured that he took the time to even look at your request. He's an incredibly busy man with galactic issues to deal with on a daily basis. You're concerns about the Vorcha forging id's is something that shouldn't even have gotten to the councillor's desk. Respect that it was and he took the time to address it. The answer is no, now return to your station and do your duty to your councillor, your people and your job, officer."

She tore that officer a new one.

"Miss Jones? I find myself curious about you." he interlocked his fingers on top of the policy and looked up at her with an intense gaze. The woman tensed and her hands pressed against her middle. Well that made her nervous. She was blushing as well, he noted.

"Well, erm, how can I help you councillor?"

"How old are you?" She blinked down at him and gulped.

"I am 23, councillor Sparatus."

"You can call me Sparatus." He was not going to keep his patience for long if every sentence she gave him ended with councillor. "Where are you from Miss Jones?"

"I am from the citadel...Sparatus." She fussed her hands together over her front. "You may call me Emma at your leisure. I was born and raised here. My father works in C-Sec in the Admin department. My mother volunteers in the refugee centre at the docks."

"I see. Admirable work." He nodded and sat back in his chair, still looking her over. "What made you want to work for me? You knew on your application that you would be working for me. The Turian councillor, not Udina." She tucked her long brown hair behind her ears and took a deep breath. Sparatus thought this actually was quite cruel, putting her on the spot like this, but he was curious about her now. she was at least a distraction to his mountain of paperwork. "Emma?"

"My desire to do my part for society is strong. My father taught me well." She gulped. "He is Turian." Well, Sparatus hadn't been expecting that. "He married my mother when I was 2 and adopted me as his own. You might know him? Haron? Works in security?"

"Yes, I know of him." Sparatus actually found a new respect for this woman. She was raised by a Turian. That explains her sense of duty and dedication. That's why she went to battle for him so soon after being hired. It also explains her driven work ethic and how she got this position so young. She was good at her job. "Good man." He then lifted his cup and took a deep sip. He actually groaned softly. It was just that good. "I suppose that explains why you brought me dextro tea and coffee from day one, then?"

"Yes, I was also raised on dextro food." His brow plate lifted at that. "I ate it as a young child by accident and got very ill. When I recovered, it seemed like I became resist to any allergic reaction to it and I enjoy the taste. Fewer calories in dextro food." She giggled, and then blushed. Well, that was a silly tit-bit of information that he didn't need to know.

"You're not allergic to dextro?" he 'huh-ed' and looked down into his tea. Suddenly the thought of Tevos returned to the forefront of his mind.

"You need to find something to unwind with off the clock. Personally, I enjoy that new assistant you hired for me. She's very good." He swatted that away and cleared his throat. "Tell me more you." He left the question open and waved a hand towards a spare chair for her to take. She did so and sat at the other side of the desk to him, hands cupped together over her lap. He sipped the tea again and smiled through his mandibles. She must have taken that as her cue because she began.

"Well I enjoy going down to the shooting range with my father." His brow plate lifted. Her personnel file said nothing about been proficient with weaponry. "I of course have a licence for my sidearm." She added, thinking that was the reason for his alarm, not realising he was actually impressed with her.

"It has been many years since I have fired a gun." He sighed.

"Yes, you were a general in the Turian infantry."

"You have done your homework." He chuckled. Well this girl was thorough, wasn't she? looks like he wouldn't be catching her unawares after all. Just like a Turian.

"Do you...miss it?" he caught her curious gaze and had to smirk at her. well, he might be the one that opened up this dialogue of questioning, but she appeared determined to return the gesture.

"Yes. But...I couldn't go back. I do more good here with a pen and paper than I do with a gun." He barked a laugh and sipped more of his tea. "It's not as fun, but much more effective."

"You look like it's fun." He raised his brow plate at her, then the pile of paperwork, then back at her. "Well." Emma chuckled nervously and tucked a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. "Not the paper work part."

"Clearly."

"But when you are debating you look so..." she bit her bottom lip and looked like she dare not continue. But he was curious now. damn if he wasn't curious now.

"So what?" when she still hesitated he put his cup down and leaned with his elbows on the table. "Emma?"

"Magnificent." She whispered and looked down at her hands. "You run mental circles around everyone and never lose face or pride when you do it. You look so alive when you're making your stand in the council chambers." She timidly looked up to gauge his reaction. He kept his face stoic, intending to get more out of her before she could run away in embarrassment. "So you look like you're having fun."

"If only all my time was fighting in the council chambers." He traced the circumference of his cup with one of his dark talons. "You appear to admire me, Emma." He stated, watching her every reaction intently. She nodded, cheeks holding a permanent flush now. but she had obviously decided to lay in the bed she'd made, as she faced him with determination now.

"Yes sir." She nodded. "I do."

"I am honoured." He nodded and found his gaze...wandering...from what Tevos and Udina said when they 'regarded human women' at conferences, Emma would be deemed as quite attractive. For a human. Her figure was tall and curved at her hips, which looked very supportive, dipped in at her waist and out against around her breasts and shoulders. The breasts he couldn't really comment on, though they looked an average size. Turian's didn't have mammary glands after all. But strong shoulders, he could appreciate. Her neck was elegant as well...and her cheek bones were agile enough for his liking. Her blue eyes deep and burning with passion.

By the spirits...am I really thinking about...could I even... he flickered his eyes down into his tea and couldn't believe where his mind had gone. He could even feel 'movement' down south of his equator.

"Have I...said something wrong?" he looked up again then and saw the human starting to panic. "I meant no offence by what I said councillor. I'm sorry I just-" she started to get up from her chair and make for the door. She looked mortified. Emma turned to run for the door, but Sparatus was quicker. Like an old reflex he vaulted over the desk and chased her to the door. He grabbed her shoulders before she could reach for the door panel and pressed her against the side wall. he looked down into her alarmed blue eyes and thought hard about what he should do next.

"You have no reason to be sorry Emma. I am not offended."

She's human. She's human. She's human. She's- "Are you attached to anyone?" Emma cocked her head to one side, not fighting his grip on her shoulders in the slightest and raised a brow at him. that was so out of the blue that it robbed her of her alarm.

"No c-"

"Sparatus."

"No Sparatus." He slowly and gently smoothed his hands from her shoulders to hold her biceps. She looked to one of his hands on her arm, and then slowly looked back up at the councillor. There was a realisation in her eyes, and he couldn't turn back now.

"Could you be...discretely attached to a Turian?" it seemed like an eternity before her rosy lips formed the words.

"Only if it's you, Sparatus." His mandibles tugged to one side then. So, she'd been harbouring those feelings for him, had she? interesting.

"I have never been with a human before." He took his hands off her and locked the door. That action was telling in itself. "But you already professed to being resistant to dextro 'substances', so I imagine there is no need for medical assistance." Before he could continue a pair of very timid hands rested on the rim of his carapace. Her fingers were warm and held onto him for support as she reached up. She was both eager and willing then.

"Are you sure?" She seemed afraid of the answer, but her lips were already so very close to his mandibles, he couldn't turn back now.

"Yes. As long as you understand there will be rules to this 'attachment'."

"Of course Sparatus." The way she whispered his name in that moment was something he would never forget. It tore away the rest of his Turian caution and he pressed her against the wall again with his body. He also pressed their mouths together. He'd observed Turian human couples kissing like this, and was curious how it would feel. Her lips were soft and warm, and moulded to his harder but malleable plating. This was a pleasant sensation, but it was exciting when she released mewling noises and slid her tongue against his. That felt like sparks were dancing in his mouth. Hers wasn't as flat as his, or as long, but it appeared to be very flexible. At some point Emma had hitched a leg around his hip and her hands smoothed over his mandibles and neck. He growled, so hungry to drink her all in, he tore his mouth from hers and pressed it to her neck. She craned her head to one side so he could enjoy her neck as much as he wanted, which he did. He nipped, licked and sucked down her neck and across her collar bone. Then he realised the dress was in the damn way. "Oh, Sparatus. Don't stop." The sound of her begging was delightful. Turian women never beg. Could he make her do it again?

"I won't." He ground and looped her other leg around his waist. "I'm a little rusty though, so bare with m-." He chuckled against her as she latched onto his mouth before he could even finish. Well, wasn't she smitten now? he took a good hold of her rump, getting an approving mewl for his troubles, and held her back tightly. Emma pulled back and held his neck frantically as she was suddenly pulled away from the wall. she saw they were heading for the desk and relaxed in his arms. He dropped her backside on the table and fisted at her skirt. "Now, you take this off Miss Jones." He hadn't meant to address her like that, but she seemed to respond instantly with a hungry grin. Those teeth trapped her bottom lip and she looked ready to melt under him. "You're not holding me up Miss Jones. I'm a very busy man."

"Yes councillor." She whimpered, kicking off her shoes first and then pulling the skirt of her dress up her legs. He watched intently, finding her long legs very attractive. Very Turian. When she shuffled the skit up to her waist he took charge and yanked it up and over her head. The dress landed near the door and he looked intently down at her quivering body. The piles of paper work at her sides caged her in for his delight. His attention was taken from the wide curve of her hips when he realised she was taking her bra off.

"Here, allow me Miss Jones." He grabbed her panties and slid them down her legs. She didn't have a carapace or hard plating, but there was something enthralling about how soft and warm she was. He wanted to run his hands over her for hours. So smooth. And now mine.

"Am I acceptable now councillor?" Emma caught his fiery gaze and saw his smirk pull his mandibles open.

"You look so fragile and warm. You are so exposed." He brought a hand to her cheek and she nuzzled against it. "Are you more or less sensitive than a Turian woman?"

"Find out." oh, she was challenging him now? well, now he had to put her in her place. he let his hand slide down her face, trace her neck with his talons and accidentally brushed the back of his fingers over one of her nipples. The moan she released both startled and excited him. could she do that again? He palmed her breasts and pinched her dusky perk between his fingers. Yes, she could do it again. He wondered what her peaks tasted like, but his resolve was coming undone just looking at her whimpering on his desk. His plates had long since parted and unsheathed his cock in his pants. It was uncomfortable, and he knew how to rectify that.

"I have just the test for that Miss Jones. Let me move you." She found herself shoved further onto the desk on her back, with her hips almost hanging off the end of the table. She held her bent legs up and apart for his pleasure. Her lust drunk eyes watched how his supple fingers pulled his uniform apart and disrobed himself quickly. Once he was finally naked he smoothed his hands down her legs and rested them on her hips. before he continued he realised she was drinking his form in.

"Can I touch you?"

"Yes." He paused his advances, despite his throbbing cock, and let her push up on one hand to stroke his face. That gentle hand caressed his dark brown neck and explored the natural groves of his carapace. Then it went lower...he growled when she tried to touch his cock and moved his pelvis out of her way. "There will be time for that, but right now I need for this to continue. Sparatus would be inside if he didn't find out if she was just as soft on the inside as she was to his hands. Would she be as warm? He saw she was sufficiently lubricated already, and smirked when she parted her legs wide for him. "Good girl, Miss Jones." He gripped her hip with one hand and parted her slick tresses with the other.

There was a moment when he thought about things like, would he fit? What shape would she be like on the inside? Would she still have a reaction to him when he came? Was he taking advantage of her?

But she seemed to grow impatient with him when a hand fisted at the rim of his carapace. He looked deep into her eyes and saw she was burning, drowning in the anticipation. She wanted this as much as he did.

"Fuck! Yes." He would have found her sudden use of profanities amusing, if he wasn't losing his mind at that moment. He'd sank his cock inside her to the hilt and couldn't believe how she felt around him! Soft, warm, and wet. It felt like molten walls spasmed and clung to him all over. It literally took his breath from him.

"No wonder so many of my kind form relationships with yours. I think you've just ruined Turian women for me." He panted, almost looking pained, as he opened his eyes to look down at her. Turian women were warm inside, and softer than usual, but not so wet. There weren't so tight either, or as easy to mould to his every movement. Her hips were capable of a greater variance of angle as well, increasing the depths he could reach inside her.

"Any time, councillor." Emma grabbed the back of his head and seemed to no longer take the timid approach to him. He started rocking his hips into hers. Every time she strangled a scream of delight in her throat, every time she clawed at his carapace in delirious passion, and every time she mewled his name, he wished he was a Drell. If only he could recall every time she responded so openly to his touches in perfect detail. "Oooo oooo Sparatus!" Emma arched against him on the desk and gripped the other side of the desk for leverage. His cup of tea rolled off the table and the massive piles of done and unfinished paperwork littered the floor. The whole desk creaked with their love making. Their pace was so furious now he no longer cared if the whole citadel could hear them. He started speaking Turian, and comparing her body to the beauty of the spirits. He didn't know she could understand Turian...

He griped her hips with both hands now and piston into her with a wicked pace.

"Emma." He groaned, his sub-tones becoming shaker as he felt himself getting closer to sweet release. He watched how her breasts jiggled with every pound of his hips into hers. The way her lips parted and the melody of her moaning and mewling. Her hands ghosted over his chest, caressed his face, gripped the desk, like she didn't know what to do with herself she was in so much pleasure. Sparatus felt the strangest sensation in the world. She seemed to quiver around his cock, her walls becoming even tighter and her body arched against the table. For a horrible moment he thought she was having a reaction to him after all, until he realised she was howling his name and holding him even closer to her. so that's how a human cums?

It felt fantastic. The added wetness and tightness of her core was milking him for all he was worth. His thrusts became choppy and desperate, until finally he joined her in bliss. He clawed at the desk at her side and gripped her hips so hard his talons just broke through the skin. but she didn't squeal at him in pain. She held him as he swam in the seas of release and came inside her.

Sparatus finally opened his eyes when the last waves of his pleasure had finished blurring the edges of his mind, and looked down into the warm blue eyes of his secretary. For the first time in a long time he was totally relaxed and satisfied. He even wore a dopy grin across his mandibles and nuzzled her hand when she reached up to touch him.

"I think you just ruined humans for me too. although..." she blushed and bit her bottom lip in that maddening way she did. "...I never really found them attractive in the first place."

"How convenient." Sparatus chuckled and carefully pulled out of her. "No side effects?" he asked cautiously, helping his softening cock back into his sheath. Emma didn't look put off by this, thankfully.

"Well, yes." She giggled and slid off his table. "The room is a mess." She pointed to the spilt tea and scattered paperwork. "And I'm wondering what happens next." Tentatively they redressed and let the question hang in the air. Sparatus was the only one who could answer that question, so after he thought out it, he realised he couldn't fathom not having her again. That couldn't be the only time he got to taste such bliss with her. he wouldn't allow it.

"We need to be discrete, due to my position." He started, sorting through some of the paper work on the floor. "However, I would be open to a private relationship."

"Relationship?" Emma sounded hopeful, handing him more 'done' paperwork to put on his desk. She watched him trace the claw marks on the table and they both blushed. How were they going to explain that? Sparatus caught her eyes and knew what she was really asking him.

"One step at a time." He traced her cheek with the back of his talons, and almost fell over when she jumped him. her lips pressed to his and things quickly escalated into Emma being pressed against the glass of his window and Sparatus attacking her neck again. She had bite marks there, which showed that she belonged to him. he didn't realise it yet, but he felt like he'd claimed her for himself. The thought of her being with anyone else was damming to him. "You can't see anyone else."

"I don't want to." She whimpered when he palmed at her breast through her dress.

"You really are sensitive." He chuckled and licked her cheek. "And I am insatiable. I've always been that way. It's how I became a councillor. I know what I want."

"I want you." She was so brave, admitting that so soon to his face. He had to admire her for that. he smirked and nipped at her chin.

"I'll hold you to that." he chuckled huskily against her ear. "Daily." She whimpered in his arms, astounding him further. She was so responsive to him too. "Emma." He growled her name into her ear and she moaned against him.

To both his surprise and his delight, it seems he was being quite 'responsive' as well. He fisted at her dress and yanked it up to her hips. oh her hips. "You're hips are so supportive." He chuckled. "Where did your panties go?"

"Couldn't find them." Emma whimpered, her chocolaty locks sexily dishevelled around her hungry face. "I was hoping they'd turn up."

"Well, how convenient miss Jones. I have need of you again." She responded by hitching a leg over his hips.

He was smitten with this human. He'd not felt so invigorated or so alive in years. One night with her, and he felt 20 years younger. Humans aren't so bad after all. Sparatus was already yanking at the fly of his trousers, feverishly trying to release his length and be inside her wet heat again, when the door opened.

His heart stopped, as did Emma's, as they turned to look at the open doorway.

"Oh, I see." Tevos covered Gahlia's eyes and pushed her out of the doorway. The Asari's shoulders were bouncing and she was trying to bit her lips, to stop her laughter escaping.

Trying being the word. "I'll be in the office in a minute. Meet me there." her embarrassed secretary scurried off and Tevos walked into the office and closed the door. She then closed her eyes as Sparatus and Emma hurried to right themselves. "Well, I'm glad you found yourself a little bit of happiness Sparatus." She chuckled and opened her eyes again, content they would be decent again. "You realise it's 5am, yes? Office workers and other delegates will be arriving soon? Who might hear you?"

"Thank you, that is enough." Emma was making herself busy collecting the paperwork. She caught the turian's eyes and blushed. "Miss Jones, you will help me right my paperwork and then we will be dismissed for the rest of the day to rest."

"Together?" Tevos added, unable to stop herself from teasing him, and received a molten glare. He even went as far to storm over to her and point at her smirking face.

"This is private. You will tell no one about our relationship."

"Relationship?" she chuckled and looked at the human. "So not just office fucking then?"

"None of your business." He ground out, so embarrassed. The Asari councillor now had blackmail material against him. "Discretion is the better part of valour, councillor." He reminded.

"Oh really Sparatus! I'm surprised at you." Tevos wagged her finger at his face. "We've been friends for years. I wouldn't tattle on you. besides, I told you about me and Gahlia first, didn't I?"

"...yes."

"Exactly." The fierce woman then set her gaze on the timid human. "Will you be needed a doctor?"

"N-no." Sparatus held his face in embarrassment.

"Leave her alone and go play with your own woman."

"Unlike you, I do that at night in the privacy of my own home." She giggled at the shade she was making the good old fashioned Turian general turn. He deserved it though. He'd been literally caught with his pants down. "I suggest you do the same. If you want to keep your relationship private that is."

"Thank you for all your advice." He mocked his college and backed her out of his office. "I will speak with you soon." Beep, he locked the door. Sparatus sighed and forced himself to look at Emma. She looked just as embarrassed and out of sorts as he did. "Let's get this paper work back into order on my desk, then go home." Her blush intensified. "Separately." He added quickly. He watched her delicate hands touch her thick brown hair behind her ears. a habit she had, it seems.

"That's today planned...what about tomorrow?" the Turian cleared his throat and collected himself the best he could.

"I expect you to be as efficient and dedicated to your job as you usually are Miss Jones." He then hushed his voice, as if afraid Tevos would reappear at any moment. "Then after hours we can be intimate at my place."

"Yes sir." She positively bounced around the office, smiling from ear to ear as they righted the paper work and prepared to leave. Before the door to his office opened and he lost the opportunity he pressed his forehead to hers and inhaled deeply. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow councillor."

"I'm not." He then chuckled at her confused expression. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow night."