That afternoon the crew was mostly off the Normandy, and Shepard wandered around the Citadel aimlessly. She got something to eat, then considered returning to the Normandy. She could at least work out her energy in the gym in the cargo bay. Suddenly she thought about the shooting range on the Citadel. Bringing up her omni-tool, she found the location and made her way over there.
Open to all species, it was a large building that contained rentable rooms of combat sims with a vast weaponry available. She walked inside, feeling a bit invigorated. Shooting something was always a good way to work out her stress. She checked in and went to the main lobby. Damn, there's a que. She looked around as groups of mercs and soldiers stood by, waiting for rooms to be available. She leaned against the wall, arms folded. Well, it's not like I have anything else to do. A rowdy group of Krogans caught her attention and she moved to the other side of the room. She didn't want to get in a fight and get kicked out. She stood by a group of Turians, and struck up a conversation with one of them.
"Thought it would be slow tonight," she started.
"Yea, us too. They need to open another facility like this up." He said.
She nodded.
He was with a group of friends. She congratulated herself on not scanning the crowd for Garrus. She'd finally stopped doing that.
The Krogans were called and they went down the hall, slapping each other on the back. She grinned, thinking back to Wrex and how much he loved a good fight.
She caught the Turian looking down at her puzzled, "They remind me of a good friend I used to have." She explained.
He nodded with a grin. Suddenly his group was called.
"You'll have to double up, if that's okay." The official told them. They discussed it and the one who had been talking to Shepard turned back and stood in front of her.
"Hey, my two friends are taking one room, I've got the other. You can share with me, if you want, there's space. That way you don't have to wait so long for a single room." He held the key card in his hand.
"Oh, sure, that'd be great, thanks." She smiled at him and they walked behind the other group down the hallway. His friends stopped at one room, "See you later Matt." They called to him.
They entered the next room, a large shooting range that had different types of targets that could be brought down, some static, some holo enemies of your choosing. A score board was posted above. The weapon room was on the side, racks with guns filled with dummy rounds. As he opened the weapons room, Shepard walked up to him, "Hey, thanks again for letting me share the room with you. I would have been waiting another hour for sure."
He nodded, "It's more challenging with someone else."
She held out her hand, "I'm Jane."
"I'm Matt." He gave her a firm handshake.
"Isn't that a bit odd, having a human name?" she asked.
He laughed, "It's a nickname my human co-workers gave me a long time ago. My Turian name is long and hard to pronounce. It kind of stuck."
She nodded. They chose different weapons, discussing the benefits of each. Locking the weaponry room door, they entered the range. They shot different targets for the next hour, competing against each other. He had a good sense of humor, and she enjoyed his banter. They re-chose weapons, and as he modded out his assault rifle, she got a good look at him. He had no bondmark on his neck, she had learned to look for that. Like a ring on a human, she thought. He was talking to her, but she wasn't listening. He had darker brown skin and white markings on his face. His eyes were green, that was unusual, she thought. She was attracted to him, and surprised at the fact. I'd love to feel him wrapped around me, she thought.
He stopped and looked down at her, "Do you want to take a break or something?"
"Oh, maybe get some water real quick."
"I'll be right back," he went out to the hallway and brought back two glasses. They drank them quickly and grabbed their weapons, going back out to the adjoining range room.
"Geth okay?" she asked him.
He nodded and readied his weapon. They took out hologeth for the next 15 minutes, their scores edging close together. It ended in a tie.
"Looks like we'll have to have a tie breaker," Shepard said, putting her hand on her hip.
"Yea, but this time, sniper rifles."
"You're on," she said, walking behind him into the weapons room. Sniping wasn't her forte, she was better at frontal attacks. Inside the weapons room, she looked around, "What do you suggest?"
He reached up, "Well, you can't really go wrong with the black widow, although capacity is low."
He got close to her and started to hand her the rifle, then instead put it down on the table, "Or, maybe we could do something else." He reached over and put his hand around her waist.
Shocked, she looked up at him, "Am I that obvious?"
He laughed, "No, but I could smell your desire."
She blushed furiously, "What?"
"Turians have a keen sense of smell. I've been with humans before, I picked up on your pheromones. When we came in here it nearly knocked me over."
She looked down, embarrassed.
"No, no, it's not like that, it's flattering. That's why I asked you to come with me on the range."
She scrunched up her face, "In the lobby?-"
He shook his head no, "I just thought you were pretty."
She made a face. He said, "No, really. Your features are attractive, what do you call it? Angular."
"Is that another word for skinny?"
"No, you're strong as well. Watching you fight was a real turn on. I was pleasantly surprised when you were attracted to me as well. Most humans don't feel that way about Turians." He leaned against the weapons rack and crossed his arms.
"I'm not like most humans."
"I can see that. I thought we could maybe spend the rest of the time in here, finding something else to do."
She looked up at him and put her hands around his neck, "That sounds like a great tie-breaker."
He reached up and pulled her hands down, walking over and locking the door to the weapons room. She watched as he brought up his omni-tool and scanned the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Checking for vid-feed. It's clear." He shut it off and walked over to her. "Um, I'm leaving after tonight, I'd love to have some fun with you, just tonight-"
She stopped him, "I get it, I'm not looking for anything more either."
He grinned, "We've got the room for 40 more minutes." He walked over to her and reached up for her braided bun. She pulled the pins out and undid the braid. He ran his talons through her hair, "So soft," he said, impressed it was down to her waist.
After being brought back by Cerberus, she'd considered cutting it short. Miranda had told her how while she was in the coma she used to brush it out for her and braid it, putting it up on her head. She was proud of how she'd been able to keep it in such good condition for her. Creeped out, Shepard had gone back to her quarters and grabbed a knife, holding it at the base of her braid at her neck, looking in the mirror. Then she'd remembered how much Garrus had enjoyed it, how much he complimented her on it and she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Matt leaned down to kiss her, still raking his fingers down the back of her hair. She reached her hands up and worked her fingers into his fringe. She felt him grin under lips and let out a low growl.
He reached out and held her close, leaning over her, licking at her chin. He could sense her hesitation, "You've been with many Turians?"
"Um, just once. I hope I'm not that much of a novice." She continued to try to kiss him.
"Hmm. Lick me here," he pointed at his mandible, and she obliged, eliciting moans and low growls from him.
"Like that?" she asked seductively.
"Oh yes." He pulled back and she reached down to pull off her top. He stopped her, "No, let's do something else."
"But I thought-" she started.
He looked around the room, "We wouldn't be able to clean up a bunch of blood in here."
She nodded.
He yanked on her pants, "Take these off."
She felt a shiver down her spine. She reached over and took off her boots, socks and pants, pulling her panties down. Matt was starting to kneel down in front of her, when she stopped him.
"Wait, you first."
He looked up at her, "Are you sure?"
She didn't want him losing control with those sharp teeth on her. She wanted him calm and satisfied. "Definitely."
"I don't have any protection with me." He frowned.
This conversation again, "I don't have dextro allergies, at all. No worries."
He shrugged, "If you're sure."
She pulled at the waistband of his pants, "I'm sure."
He unhooked his pants and let them fall down, Shepard knelt in front of him, running her hands over his plates. She put more pressure on them, leant forward and kissed lightly around them and watched as the head of his penis started to emerge. As it did, she started licking around it, sucking lightly on the tip as Matt gasped and reached back on the table for support.
She looked up at him, "Has anyone ever done this for you before?"
"Unh, yea, but with a condom on."
"Oh, well, this should feel much better," and she leaned down and took the head in her mouth, sucking harder on it as it continued to grow bigger. She reached her hand down and started squeezing the base. She briefly thought about the spines, but remembered Talek had said that that was when the sex was more violent, so she should be okay. She held onto the back of his leg with her other hand and worked his big cock with her mouth, sucking lightly, then harder pulling her mouth off to lick up the side of it. Matt felt like he was going to pass out from the feeling of her wet warm mouth around him, her tongue moving against him.
He held her head in his hands, enthralled with the sight of his penis going in and out of her mouth, her lips on him. She moaned, and he felt the vibration. He gasped, "I'm going to-" he pushed her shoulders back, but she waived him off, holding him tighter. Spirits, she's going to let me, he couldn't believe it.
She felt his penis start to pulsate, and then he let out a yell as she felt hot liquid spill in her mouth. She held on to him and sucked it down. It had an exotic taste, like his tongue. Better than human cum, wouldn't you know it, she licked it off as he collapsed against the edge of the weapons table. She pulled away and looked up at him, caressing his leg. He had his hands over his face, slowing his breathing. She grinned and got a good look at his penis. The skin was leathery, but softer than the rest of him. She could see the ridges vertically running up the shaft and ran her finger over it. It was a lighter color than the rest of him, and more pointy than a human.
"Spirits, stop, if you keep doing that I'll have to throw you down on that table and fuck you."
She pulled her hands back and stood up, wiping her mouth, "Did that feel good?"
He shook his head, eyes wide, "That was the most mind-blowing experience I've ever had. Shit!"
She stood with her arms folded in front of her, "Good."
He pulled up his pants and grabbed her, picking her up and putting her on the table. As she tried to get her bearings and adjust herself, he knelt down in front of the table, pulling her legs up and over his shoulders. "So soft," he said as he ran his hand over her dark curls between her legs. She noticed his talons weren't filed down like Talek's had been. He could really do some damage to her if he wanted to. Maybe that's why he'd chosen not to have regular sex, her blood would be everywhere. All other thoughts left her as he started massaging her clit with the pad of his finger. She arched up on the table, moaning. He started licking around the sides of her leg, then around her opening. "Mmm, delicious," he said and put his head down, teasing inside her with his tongue. She held tightly onto the sides of the table as she felt him enter her, his rough tongue sending waves of intense pleasure through her. She started yelling out, "Yes, yes, holy fuck, yes!" His Turian tongue was able to get far up inside her and move around in a way she never imagined. She felt like she was going to buck off the table when her orgasm gripped her. She screamed out, and Matt held her tightly as she moved on him. "Oh, oh, oh," she couldn't stop gasping. He continued, and she felt her orgasm continue. It felt like it would never end, until she felt the spasms slow and she threw herself back on the table, hand over her eyes, breathing fast and hard. He slowly started pulling his tongue out, and she cried out in protest. He kissed over her and licking her inner thigh, bit down on her, hard.
She cried out in pain, but gripped him with her legs behind his head until he was finished. He pulled back and let go of her legs. She heard and felt his talons come out of her, she didn't realize he'd penetrated her skin. She sat up and looked at him, red blood from his bite dripping from his mouth. He wiped it, "I couldn't help myself, I'm sorry if I hurt you."
She shook her head, "No, it's okay. That was amazing, I've never felt anything like that before."
He stood up and grabbed a towel, throwing it to her, then using one to wipe her blood off his talons and his mouth. He looked her over as she tried to clean up.
"Damn, I didn't realize I punctured you so deeply," he saw the deep nail marks on her legs. He looked around the room and found the first aid cabinet and pulled out some medigel. "Here, let me." He pulled some out and dabbed it in the wounds, and on the bite mark.
"I just wish you'd let me put one on you," she said.
"You'd have to bite really hard for it to show. Besides, this is enough blood to clean up."
His omni-tool pinged. "We've got 5 minutes left."
She nodded and got dressed, braiding her hair back as he cleaned up the room. As she piled the braid on her head and pinned it, he took a last look around the room. He nodded, "It looks okay, don't you think?"
"Yea, looks fine."
They walked out into the shooting range. He stopped and gave her a hug, "That was phenomenal." He kissed her on the head.
"Mmm, very much so."
He let go and started to open the door, "Oh, and I have to warn you, my friends will be able to tell what we were doing, Turian sense of smell. Unless we showered, there's no way they wouldn't know. I don't think they'll say anything, not while you're around, of course."
She shrugged, "I don't care. They can say what they want."
He admired her spirit, and her spontaneity. He gave her one last kiss, "I guess this is goodbye then."
She nuzzled on his shoulder, then took a deep breath and nodded towards the door. He opened it and two humans were waiting outside for the room. They breezed past them and joined his two friends waiting for them down the hall.
"Great workout, how was yours Matt?" one of them asked.
Shepard couldn't help but smirk when he stammered out they had tied. She saw a sudden recognition on one of his friend's faces, and he looked at Shepard questioningly. She squeezed Matt's arm, "Thanks for letting me join you," she said, and walked away. She could feel all their eyes on her back as she walked out. Turning the corner, she heard their voices as they whooped out. She sauntered with more confidence and left the building. Remembering what Matt said, she figured she should get back to the Normandy and shower up. As she walked away, she felt a sense of exhilaration and contentment. She smiled to herself replaying their encounter. She pushed down the thoughts of what could have been with Garrus that kept creeping up in her mind. "It could have been us together, I could have had that with him, all the time." She walked faster, chiding herself for living in the past.
