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The morning had gone well. The fist jump of the day was uneventful, but no less exciting. As the day wore on toward noon, Joker made one of many more jumps with Navigator Pressly for company. It took the thrill out of his customary fantasy which he usually saved for when Commander Shepard was on deck for the jump. The familiar feeling of vertigo passed quickly as the Normandy dropped out of FTL over Alchera in the Amada system. Joker read off the stats and entered a casual conversation with Pressly about their bogus mission of seeking out geth.
The Council continued to disbelieve that the threat of the Reapers was real, even though pieces of Sovereign still littered the Citadel. The debris that wasn't stolen had been salvaged and was still being analyzed. It was possible, however unlikely given their history, that the results would provide sufficient evidence to prove that Sovereign had indeed been a Reaper. At the very least it would prove to not be geth and therefore leave the possibility open. But these issues were not currently on the minds of the first Spectre Dyad Annex.
The Council had seen fit to create the SDA, aka S-Dyannex, after the valiant efforts of Spectres Nihlus Kryik and Sonya Shepard saved the Citadel from total distruction. They were the only pair of Spectres ever assigned to work as an official team, though they did occasionally take on their own side missions. Large assignments were taken on together, especially if it pertained to the geth. Anything involving investigation into the Reaper threat was purely at their own discretion.
At that moment, however, the SDA was more interested in investigating itself. Rather, the exclusive members were investigating each other in the privacy of the captain's quarters. While Shepard maintained her own private quarters, more often she spent her nights with Kryik. Their relationship was either over looked, or accepted by most of the crew. The few who didn't approve tolerated it out of respect for the Spectres, and perhaps a healthy measure of fear. The rest were simply oblivious.
In the semi-quiet of the captain's quarters, barely audible over the low hum of the ship's engines were the passionate sounds of the tender love being made between the turian and the human bond mates. The soft whisper of movement under cottony sheets, low moans and purrs added to the music of their song.
Sonya lay comfortably in Nihlus' arms under the sheets of his bed. Their hips rocked and swayed in perfect rhythm. Her lips found his between gasps of pleasure. He cradled her beneath him as she arched into him, his desire hard and throbbing inside her. He pressed his forehead to hers and grazed his face against her cheeks, breathing her air as she breathed his. He nuzzled her soft neck and inhaled the fresh scent of her hair as it slipped through his talons. The subtle curls at the end of the strands teased her pink nipples. The blonde mound of hair that adorned her sex tickled his lower regions. She'd grown it out at his request. The sensation fascinated him as much as the fur did.
His soft purring followed on the heals of her whispering moans. His tongue found hers and held it captive in his mouth, mindful of his own teeth, in a dance as slow and tender as his passions. He could feel his ridges caressing the sensitive areas of her inner walls as she quivered beneath him. She moaned his name when she reached orgasm. The tightness and wetness of her body's vice like grip on him brought him to climax soon after with a low growl of ecstacy. He remained inside her as they rolled onto their sides, facing one another with his leg hooked over hers. They kissed and drowned in the gaze of the other as he slowly receded out of her and into himself. Her delicate fingers traced the tattoo on his face with adoration, leaving the ghost of their warmth on his carapace. He carefully followed the scars on her skin with one talon, many of which he had made himself during intimacy with her. The pad of one finger glided over a 'N' shaped scar on her chest. One of the first she'd suffered to his chest spur. One of his favorite.
The warmth of her hand found his cheek and his eyes met hers. He kissed her, deeply, as he cupped the breast nearest the scar. Gradually that hand found it's way into her hair. He was still deep inside her, no longer throbbing or quite as hard, but he wasn't ready to leave the heat of her body just yet. He pressed his hips to hers as he nuzzled their foreheads together.
"I love you." He purred. The deep tones of his voice vibrated through her.
"And I love you." She whispered back, a grin played at the corners of her mouth.
They never shared the sentiment lightly. It wasn't tacked on the the end of every good-bye, at least not verbally. The words weren't spoken every time they made love, or even every day. The gravity of their meaning never jaded.
Sonya kissed Nihlus' mouth, feeling the familiar and exotic roughness of his leathery skin, then nuzzled under his chin into the softer flesh of his throat. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Her body occasionally shuddered against him as a rib eased it's way out of her.
"We should check on the status." Nihlus suggested into the silken tresses of her hair.
"If there's anything of interest or importance Joker knows how to contact us." Sonya playfully argued, kissing the skin of his throat. The purr that followed put a grin on her face.
"True, but we shouldn't neglect our duties..." His words trailed off into a purr as she continued to tease her lips over his skin.
Suddenly the ship turned hard to port, flinging them in a tangle of limbs and sheets to the floor.
"What the hell is Joker doing?" Sonya swore. Her irritation became alarm when the Emergency Alert Sirens rang out throughout the ship.
"Damn it!" She swore again.
They untangled themselves as quickly as possible and grabbed their armor. Whatever was going on, they were likely to need it. Their eyes locked and he pressed his forehead to hers once more in a quick gesture that said everything he carried in his heart for her before they left the cabin.