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| Part 3 |
A Salarian doctor named Mordin Solus was their goal.
She'd taken Zaaed, who they'd picked up on the first day on Omega, and Miranda - begrudgingly and gone into the plague zone.
She hadn't seen Saren.
When she had returned that day, having left him in what she presumed was his apartment, she had realised that she'd left him. Injured, and with only a pistol.
He was by no means defenceless, even in a weakened state. Despite the change in his appearance, lacking the ghoulish blue glow and cybernetics that made him look like a husk, he was still as dangerous as before.
Shepard could still kick herself, however.
Mordin was an interesting guy, to say the least. Talked till she got a headache, but no less intriguing. The Batarian had been correct. He seemed just as likely to heal you, as he would put a bullet in your head.
Shepard liked him.
They cut through the streets, killing the Vorcha that attempted to stop them from distributing a cure.
All throughout, Shepard half expected to see a flash of grey. So much so that she sometimes thought she had, and she would turn to find nothing.
Damn him. He'd gotten his talons too far under her skin. She was a marine, N7 and an ex-spectre, she did not let herself get distracted!
We aren't finished... His words sounded in her head so often that it became a constant mantra.
She should know better. He'd shot Nihlus, among other things. He was not a pleasant person. What could stop him from turning on her? Shooting her in the back of the head?
She couldn't justify it by saying he was indoctrinated, because she knew damn well that Saren would have done it, even without the whispers to egg him on. She wasn't ignorant to his methods. Hell, he'd even screwed Anderson over - she should have been mad at him for that.
But she just wasn't. Couldn't find it in her to fear him, despise him. He was a bad person, but he could also be reasoned with, to a certain extent.
He'd had her in his grasp that day on Virmire. One twist of his wrist, a tightening of his fingers and he would have broken her neck. Instead, he'd stared at her. She remembered as if it were yesterday, and not two years ago. It had haunted her for sometime after.
Then, when he'd explained on the citadel during their last encounter that he'd been thinking, she'd put doubt in it head and Sovereign had silenced that but implanting him. She had felt guilt.
Ash had died because of him... But then, Ash had also died because they'd gone to Virmire without a fleet. The council had told her to go and check it out. They were outnumbered, and it was a miracle anyone had come out alive.
It had been partly Shepard's fault that Ash died. She had made a choice. She could not put that all on Saren. He did bring the Geth reinforcements, but those also came after she'd spoken to the image of his ship - the reaper. That thing had turned around so fast it had almost split in two.
Shepard forced all thoughts of the past out of her mind. She had a job to do.
Mordin, after dealing with the cure, was more than happy to come with her. He was curious about the collectors, and wouldn't turn a challenge down.
He was showed to the lab, where she went to see if he was settled in. He gave her an odd look, when they relapsed into a short silence. Shepard wasn't sure why, but she instead bid him farewell and exited to the CIC.
She'd collected some information while on Omega that the Bitch Queen, Aria, would like to see. Shepard didn't mind the asari, though she much preferred Liara's temperament. Aria reminded her of the people she'd hung around with back on earth. Posturing and threatening. The asari's bite didn't scare Shepard at all, even when it should. She was powerful, but then Shepard never did mind danger.
She let Kelly know where she wasn't going. It irked her to do it, hated having tabs on her, but Miranda wouldn't be able to see straight through the haze if she left again without an explanation.
Shepard thought about putting her armour back on. Omega was a deadly place, but then so was she. It was a ballsy move, but turning up to see Aria in only her smart, black and white suit would be a scene she couldn't quite miss.
The crew looked at her funny as she departed, wearing only a pistol as a side arm. No one stopped her however. If she were crazy enough to walk on omega without armour, then perhaps they owt to stay away from her.
That wasn't what she usually liked her crew thinking, but then, she hadn't found she could connect with the Cerberus people yet. Her actions probably didn't help, but then - Shepard found it hard to care. She had ever since she'd woken up.
She'd changed. The anger she'd sealed away from her upbringing was simmering on the surface, glowing red like her cybernetics.
She looked more like a monster than Saren did.
Shepard headed to Afterlife first. Her bad mood meant people kept their distance, even without the armour to make her look intimidating.
"Ah, Shepard," the omega bitch queen spoke, as she rounded the top stairs that lead to the purple asari's throne.
With satisfaction, Shepard saw the woman's eyes trail over her formal clothes. That would do nothing to stop a bullet.
Shepard had expected many things from the queen - surprise, anger or even humour but she hadn't been expecting the lust which clouded the woman's eyes.
Well, she'd misjudged this one.
Still, unperturbed, she settled herself into the couch to the queens side.
"I have something for you," she knew her eyes glowed red in the dim light. She placed an arm over the back of the chairs, one leg thrown over the other and handed the queen a data log with the other hand.
"Do you now?" Aria purred, eyeing her up and down again, before taking the data file.
Shepard watched the asari read, then her face twisted in anger. She threw the data file at the nearest Batarian.
"How did this get passed you?" She almost screamed.
Shepard watched in amusement as the guard stuttered, attempting to come out of Aria's sudden anger alive.
"Go deal with it. Now," the queen snarled, and the Batarian couldn't get away fast enough. Another guard appeared to take his place. Like dominos.
"I owe you Shepard," the Asari turned her face to her. The lust appeared in her eyes once more. "How shall I replay you?" The intent was clear. Aria wanted to please her, and find pleasure for herself in the process to be sure.
Many people in Shepard's situation would have thrown themselves at the asari. She was attractive, Shepard knew that, but she found she preferred talons and towering Turian bodies.
It was a shock, to understand how true that statement was as it echoed in her head. She managed to keep her face straight however.
"A drink will do fine," she offered, leaning back further. She didn't want to insult the queen, and so played it as if she were being hard to get.
Aria's smile was feral. She clicked her fingers, and someone went to do her bidding. An asari waitress - or was she a repurposed dancer? appeared a few moments later, drinks balanced on a tray.
Shepard took hers without hesitation. She smelt the liquid quickly, couldn't pick out if anything was amiss but the queens eyes were on her, a challenge. Would she ask if it were poisoned? Shepard never did back down from a challenge.
So she held the queens gaze and downed most of the drink in one. The look that appeared on the other woman's face made Shepard think she wanted to claw her way over, and rip her formal wear from her body.
Shepard really was playing with fire. Miranda would skin her alive.
Aria sipped her drink, eyes never leaving Shepard. They didn't speak, instead clashed into an unending staring contest that she believed the asari found to be some sort of foreplay. A battle of wills. Who would become the dominant one, who would break first?
As it was, Shepard decided it was time to leave before it could get out of hand. Sleeping with her might bring her one night of pleasure, but Shepard knew that would come with mind melding. It wasn't that she'd never done that before, but she found she didn't like the idea of it, unless it was with someone she trusted - like liara.
She didn't like anyone in her head. Passed her boundaries, her iron walls.
Shepard placed her empty glass down on the tray that sat on the sofa between them.
"Thanks for the drink," she said, smiling to seem as if she were being coy. If she upright left, she felt it would flame the ire of the Queen, and the rejection. "I have to get back to my ship."
Aria watched her like a hawk. "It's a good job I like you Shepard," was her return.
Shepard grinned, playing the game. "Don't tell me you'd like it if I gave in so easily?"
Aria's hands tightened on her glass, and her eyes became almost black with want. "Go along now Shepard."
Shepard turned on her heels, and descended the steps, knowing that she'd made it out of the lions cave without pissing the woman off too much. Enough that Miranda would be mad when they had to face down the omega queen, on top of the collectors.
She made it out of the afterlife, though knew she'd have eyes watching her every move. Another challenge. She'd grown up on the streets, she knew how to disappear into a crowd. So she started walking, and used her past skills, almost like she was testing a muscle she hasn't used in awhile.
She was sure she'd lost anyone following her by the time she made it to the slums. It was then that she realised she'd come to where Saren's apartment was. She stopped dead in the tracks, keeping to the shadows and looked up at the windows.
She couldn't tell which one was his, and felt like a creep trying. So stepping out of the darkness, she headed for the entrance.
It could have been the drink, or the fact that his words had been driving her mad that sent her up those stairs. She'd knock, see if he was in - for what reason, she couldn't be sure. If he wasn't, she'd leave and they would get on their way.
She came to the same door they had when she'd inadvertently rescued him. Her hand lifted, and she paused, only for a moment.
Shepard never was one to back down.
Her knuckles wrapped on the door. There was no answer immediately, and she ignored the worry that bloomed in her stomach.
Then his voice came, muffled slightly by the door. "Come in."
That was odd, did he even check who it was or was he expecting someone?
Shepard opened the door, and peered inside. She could see him stood by the kitchen counter, down the hall. He didn't even look as if he were bothered much by someones sudden appearance.
"Are you expecting someone?" She asked, one brow raised.
His hands paused in their work. It looked like some sort of tech he was messing with. Then he tilted his head to meet her eyes. "Shepard," was there an undertone to his voice? She couldn't pick it up with her ears.
"I knew you would come," he said, in answer, turning back to his work.
Shepard disliked that he was so sure, and that he hadn't answered her question exactly, but then she settled on ignoring it - trying to understand him would hurt her head too much.
She let herself in. Closed the door, the click of it sending her heart skidding for some reason. Then she walked into the kitchen, not showing any weakness or nerves by hanging back.
"You're alive," she commented, in the tone she knew irked him. "I did wonder."
"Did you?" He snapped back, a slash of teeth and then she calmed himself. Brushing off her comment. That was new.
He changed the topic, and turned Shepard on her head in the process. "Why did you come?"
She was silent, her lips parted slightly. She searched for an answer, but none would come to her mouth to be voiced.
He stopped his work, and turned to face her fully. That did nothing to help her trail of thought. He wore a white body suit, much more like what he used to wear. She had to say, the white against his grey hide was startling, always had been. If she understood correctly, what she'd heard about him, he was not considered attractive by Turian standards. And he was bare faced.
Shepard found she couldn't take her eyes off him, and that she needed to swallow to clear her dry throat.
"No answer Shepard?" He neared, his voice even and yet it sent nerves sparking in her stomach, and lower. "That isn't like you."
He herded her, not touching, but managed to turn her so that he back was against the kitchen counter and he stood in front of her. She craned her neck to see his face.
"Even during that first meeting. When the council called to have me answer for my actions on Eden Prime, your accusations, you hadn't faltered. Even when I undermined your every word."
He remembered then, the time before. She didn't know why, but that made her breath catch that he remembered it in such detail.
He chuckled, and it was an entirely new sound from him that she hadn't heard before. She could almost feel the vibrations of his chest against hers. "You threatened to kill me, if I recall correctly."
She had. She'd kept it together until the end.
You can expect me to kill you, the next time we meet.
It hadn't been a very good thing to say in front of the council, she knew.
"You had it coming," she answered, in a voice that was far too breathless.
He chucked again, and reached a clawed hand upwards. He didn't touch her, even when her body screamed for him too. Her need surprised her, hit her in the gut like the punch of a shotgun. But once she realised it was there, it washed over her till her heart thumped in her chest.
Like when a firefight began, and her body readied for battle.
"Tell me Shepard," it was a pleasant demand. "Why did you come here?"
"I," she started, then let out a shaky breath. He watched her without blinking. It should she been strange, but she found it flamed her arousal.
"Came to see you," was all she could say. It was obvious in statement, but there was something underneath her words. Despite not having sub-harmonics, Saren seemed to hear those unspoken words. And most likely sensed her need.
He rumbled, deep in his chest, as his talons ghosted down her cheeks and shoulder. That touch alone set her need on fire, like a shot from her incendiary ammo on her pistol.
When he leant down, his strange face coming close to her, she didn't balk. Instead she tilted her head to the side, to allow him better access to the junction at her throat.
Her actions startled him, but only for a moment and then he set out a sound that was not human at all. It would have sent Shepard running, but instead she couldn't find it in her to be worried about his motives, or the fact that he could kill her.
She'd died once before. Hadn't asked to be brought back.
The brush of his mandibles along her jaw and hair, as his clawed hand settled on her shoulders, and the other on the counter beside her sent all those thoughts away.
He was still rumbling, a sound like the crackled of thunder. It made her breathless, that she was the one to break his calm. "It had been along time since I have done this," he said, quietly. It startled her, but she realised he was explaining something. If she read it right, he was nervous - his rumbling sometimes faltered and the brush of his mandibles seemed like a practice stroke.
"Me too,"she offered, hoping that would help somewhat. It did, he seemed to relax and she let out a startled gasp when his tongue slid along her jaw.
Heat pooled in her stomach like molten liquid.
He seemed to notice something then. "You came to omega without your armour on?" His brow plate raised only a fraction as he leant back, still encasing her in his arms.
Shepard admitted honestly, "It's much easier to take off than armour."
Fuck. Had she known even before she came out that it would end up this this? Had all those thoughts of seeing Aria's face actually been an excuse.
The blue in his glowing eyes no less hid the spark her words ignited.
"Shepard," he growled, and then stepped into her. She gasped again at the feel of his hard, unyielding body pressed against hers. The heat of him was smothering, but she wanted more. Wanted to feel what was beneath the clothes.
His tongue lapped at her neck, a trail of wet heat right below her ear. One of her hands found the back of his head, where the scaled plates were softer, and the other pressed on his hip. She knew a little of what he would like, the basics. He growled out a purr when he fingers brushed the underside of his fringe.
Her actions spurred him on. His talons clutched at her shoulder blade, while the other cupped her lower back to pull her closer. When his teeth nipped at her skin, she could have felt fear, but only gasped and clung tighter.
"Saren," she said, in a tone of voice she never thought she'd say his name in.
He pulled back to look at her, and she used the new space that opened up to grasp the sides of his face before pulling him down to press her lips to his mouth plates. He set out a grunt at that. He would know what kissing was, but probably thought he'd never do it - hating humans and all.
He settled in to it rather well though, his body relaxed again and then she felt his tongue brush her lips. He liked that, tasting her there and she opened for his tongue to delve into her mouth.
His talons moved to the nape of her neck, where he tilted her head backwards to take his fill of her mouth. The undulations of his tongue sent her imagination wild. She clutched to him, running her fingers over his body to learn his shapes and where he liked to be touched. Fełt where there was softer, yet texture skin between his plates on his neck.
His hands moved down to her tights suddenly, and she breathed as he clutched her there, before effortlessly lifting her to sit on the counter. Her legs open to accommodate his waste as he closed any distance left lingering between them.
Her arms rested on his shoulders, and she was determined to bring him pleasure, to learn how as she pressed between his plates and brushed her blunt nails to the underside of his fridge.
He snarled, but it was not his usual violent one. This one curled her toes as his talons tightened on his waste. Holding her too him.
"I will take you here," he warned at her ear. "If you aren't careful." It was a heated warning, not a threat and Shepard moaned.
She kissed the spike that ran along his cheek, before running her tongue along it. "I wouldn't mind," she breathed, as he shuddered.
"Very well," he promised, and she shivered at his voice. That voice that always managed to get under her skin, make her feel things.
Things moved father then, as passionate took over. He pulled at the collar of her jacket. She was surprised that he didn't rip it, but then knew it was Saren, and he would have control of himself. His talons would not hurt her, not unless he wanted them too.
He threw her jacket to the ground, then pulled away the strap of material she had covered her breasts. He ripped it that time, meaning too and she found she didn't mind at all.
His head descended, his back bent as he slid his tongue along her collar bone. Then downwards to the curve of her breast. Her back arched as his tongue brushed her nipple, and she all but came when he circled that nimble tongue around one. He rumbled deeper at her obvious pleasure.
While her head was thrown back, he rose to press a bite to it. He was hesitant a moment, as if she would protest. He could rip her throat out. But she only moaned, and then his bite became surer. The sound he made at her allowing him to do it was the hottest thing she'd ever heard. She panted with need.
"Saren," she pleaded.
But he stepped back, and she felt his heat leave her like the cold press of the stars when she'd been spaced.
He ran a talon along her, his blue glowing eyes following the trail of his hand. From her temple, down the sweep of her jaw and neck, to the curve of her breast and ribs.
Her skin was marred by red, scars where the cybernetics shone through. He ran a claw along one, and she shivered, fighting the need to cover it.
"Do not be ashamed," he said, in a clear voice despite their haze of need. "Do not hide from me." Demanding as ever. He bent to lick her jaw, speaking into her ear. "I won't let you hide from me."
And her breath was taken as he settled his palms over her body. She felt the slight prick of his talon points, but never enough to bring pain. It only heightened her awareness as his scorching palms ran over her back, her breasts and down her ribs while he licked and nipped at the neck and shoulder, enjoying the way she bent her head for him, allowing him access to her.
His hands descended to the waste of her trousers. He tucked his talons in, and she lifted as he removed both them and her underwear in one sweep. Leaving her bare to him. He didn't let up his attention to her neck as he ran his palms up her thighs, making her tremble with need.
She playfully bit his neck to get his attention, he snarled and breathed heavily into the junction of her throat.
"Take off your clothes," she told him, running her fingers along his fringe, taking the time to kiss the soft skin of his jaw just below his mandible. It was a sensitive area, and she knew he allowed her to get to it, just like she did with her neck.
He stepped back. Eyes trailed over her like the heat from the sun. He remained in the circle of her hips, but straitened to let her see as he undid the clips that held his suit closed. He undid them, and she watched as his body became on show to her.
Grey scaled plates, beautiful, even in the neon glows from the window. She reached out to him, as he dropped his suit to the floor. He stepped into her touch, only slightly hesitant. He was nervous about his body, just as she had been.
She ran her fingers over the scarred plates, feeling the different textures from smooth to rough. Then she bent to kiss the highly scarred area on his right, there they had taken the tubes that used to be there. They'd given him another arm, still mostly cybernetic, and she ran her hands over his shoulders as she lifted her head to kiss his jaw. Where he had shot himself.
He shuddered. She didn't need to speak, could tell he understood her thoughts as she admired his body.
"Shepard," her name in his voice always got to her. He stepped further into her, taloned hands hooking her legs over his hip spurs. "I can't wait."
He lifted her off the side, and she felt his member at her opening. He held her weight with little effort, and he moved her till she settled on to him. He filled her, and she let out a startled breath as she stretched to his size.
Saren allowed her to grow accustomed to his size, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck. When she moaned, tightening her legs around his hips, and her arms around his neck, he growled and pressed his teeth to her shoulder once more. He rumbled, still faltering somewhat, but she loved it.
As they started to move, he released her to look into her face. They held each other's gaze as their speed increased. Shepard would have felt odd looking into anyone else eyes, but she was as riveted by him as he was by her. The rough rub of his plates along her folds and her breasts meant her need came flooding over her quickly.
Her legs locked, and she closed her eyes as it shuddered through her. He watched her face, still moving inside of her till he too, tensed and then threw his head back with a silent growl as he reached his peak. She felt the heat inside of her, and the slickness of his plates afterwards. His breathing echoed her own. But they were not sated.
Slipping out of her for the moment, he carried her through the hallway to the bedroom. He settled her on the bed, remaining in the circle of her hips.
As he licked her breasts, and lavished her nipple, her need came back, stronger than before. But he took it slower this time, savouring it.
They kissed again. He groaned, a sound not like that of a human, as his tongue filled her mouth. She felt his member at her opening once more, and in answer to his question, she rolled her hips into him.
He didn't end the kiss, and entered her in one thrust. Still slick from the last time. Shepard moaned loudly against his mouth plates, and he used the opening to slide his tongue into her mouth once more.
His hips moved, and she almost lost herself in the way he slid in and out of her matched that of his tongue lapping her mouth.
It was too much, and yet not enough.
Shepard thrust up to meet his each time, and her fingers clasped at the gaps in his plates. One hand on the small of the back, the other holding himself up above her, his talons fisted in the sheets, ripping them.
Then that hand moved to her hair, wrapping the blonde stands around his fingers before tilted her head backwards. His teeth pressed to her throat, holding her as his rumbles still faltered but she understood the meaning. It was a comforting thing in Turian culture, that he had her and she could let go.
Her orgasm washed over her, and she cried out. He carried on thrusting, making her shake from the aftershocks and moan his name, and then he followed her. Snarling into her neck, but keeping a firm hold on her with his teeth, he emptied himself inside her till it flowed onto the sheets.
He breathed heavily into his bite, holding her for long moments afterwards, as if he didn't want to let go. He reluctantly did eventually, and looked down into her eyes.
Neither could find the right words to speak. Or wanted to admit how long they'd desired each other.
He rolled onto his side, taking her with him into his arms, her legs still hooked around his hips.
They lay there together for long moments, with the noises and lights from omega outside the window.
Shepard drifted off, finding sleep easy for the first time since waking up on that table slab. He stayed away long after, thinking while holding her. Amazed that she had trusted him enough to be so vulnerable. Sex was one thing, this was another. It completely stripped him down.
So much so, that he even followed her into a light sleep. Breathing evenly, for the first time in many long years.
...
Shepard woke in his arms. She'd moved so that her back was to his chest. He had an arm over her, his talons brushed her stomach in a light circle. He noticed she was awake, and he bent his neck to press his face into her shoulder crook.
"Shepard." And there was so much emotion behind the one word.
"My name is Alex," she said, before she could stop herself. His breath caught, though she barely heard it.
A pause, then he said her name. "Alex," and if she thought 'Shepard' sounded good, her first name on his lips sent shivers throughout her frame.
She knew that being on a first name basis meant something more in the Turian culture. He seemed to like her offering.
When his talons brushed her breast, she gasped and then moaned lightly. He stiffened behind her, and then relaxed, as if he was surprised she still wanted him.
When his talons brushed lower, over her stomach, she lifted her leg to allow him better access. He licked her neck, before his talons brushed her folds. It was only the lightest of touches, as he didn't want to cut her, but it almost toppled her with need.
"I have never cut my talons," he told her, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. "But for a chance to touch you here, I would gladly."
His words went straight to her heart, making it hammer and blood rush to her ears. "I would let you," she breathed, and his teeth brushed his skin in an open caress.
He curled his hands, and instead brushed a knuckle against her. She bucked at the feeling. It was too good.
He worked her slowly, rubbing and alternating between biting and licking her neck. When he brushed his mandibles along her instead, the feel of it sent over over the edge in a rush. She shuddered in his hold.
Shepard turned to face him. Taking in his face. She then pulled herself up so that she could kiss his neck, with one leg thrown over his. She kissed him, and she wasn't sure he could feel it, but he rumbled in his chest still. She nibbled the sensitive skin at his jaw, and he bucked, like she had.
"Get comfy," she nodded her head to the top of the bed, where the pillows where.
She removed herself from him long enough for him to settled his back against the pillows, so that his fridge wasn't pressed into the bed. He had to tilt his legs to keep this spurs from digging into the bed.
She climbed over him, straddling his lap where his member laid on his stomach. From there she set to kissing and licking his plates, running her fingers down his chest as she bit his neck gently. He thrust up, growling as she worked him into a lather.
"Alex," he growled, and she smiled as she lifted herself and let him slide inside her. His talons came to rest on is hips, and she found she liked that very much.
She remained still with him deep inside her, then lent forward to bush a kiss to his jaw. "Let me show you something," she told him, so that he knew what to expect.
Her body glowed blue as she let her biotics travel over his skin. He snarled, and hardened inside her, jerking at the sensation of her power through his body.
She settled into a rhythm. Hands on his chest, she lifted and fell, in time with her ripples of power along his body. He was slack jawed, his mandibles stretched out more than she'd ever seen. His eyes bore into her, and his hands tightened on her waste. His power rose to meet hers, and she cried out at the intensity of it.
She worked faster, and he came with an inhuman sound. His pleasure sent her off, and she pressed herself against his shawl as they both shuddered.
He breathed heavily, and surprised her by wrapping his arms tightly around her, keeping her to him.
"It's still late," he said, sometime later. His voice was thick. "Sleep."
They settled back onto the bed, her facing him, and he pulled the dark blankets up over them. Her heart still hammered, but he was warm and despite the hardness of him, she found herself comfortable.
Her eye lids drooped, as his claws circled her shoulder. Sleep took her, and he followed, not long after. With his mind in turmoil and emotions laid bare as he brushed his mandible along her hair one last time.
...
Shepard woke once more in his embrace. Which surprised her. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, face unreadable. But he hadn't moved, and hadn't dressed.
She watched, only slightly tense at his hidden emotions as he lent over her and pressed his forehead to her own.
Her breath caught. She knew that meant much more in Turian culture, and the fact that he had done it to her was overwhelming. Her throat clogged with emotion.
He then pressed his mouth plates to her lip, it was soft and hesitant, but it made her heart swell.
"Saren," she breathed, as he settled himself between her legs. She didn't think she'd ever get enough of him.
But then her head went foggy and she groaned. It wasn't a moan of pleasure, but of pain. He still instantly and looked down at her.
"What is it? Have I hurt you?" The concern in his voice would have floored her, had she not been struggling to see.
"Alex. Shepard," he pushed, a hand at the back of her head.
She grunted. "Aria," is all she managed to get out. She knew the affects of drugs. These ones had sat in her system, waiting to take affect.
He snarled dangerously. "I'll kill that bitch," he promised.
Shepard groaned again, and his attention was bright back to her from his murderous rage.
"Hold on," he told her, placing a palm on her cheek. She couldn't move, her body was heavy under a thick blanket of fog.
The front door slammed open, and she wanted to warn him, but no words came out. He threw himself from the bed, coming to stand beside the bedroom door as it too, crashed open.
Shepard watched from the bed, still wrapped up in the blankets as the first intruder went down from a broken neck before the others could even blink. They tried to shoot at Saren, but he was too quick. They fell one by one, and he wasn't even armed.
They called him the oldest living spectre for a reason.
She closed her eyes, breathing through the sudden pain in her body. "Shepard," he leant over her. He brushed her hair from her face, but she couldn't open her eyes.
He left the bed, and she heard the bodies been dragged away. He returned sometime later, his weight settled on the bed as he pulled her to him, still naked.
"Drink this," he ordered, and he had to push the cup to her lips and keep a finger on her jaw to make sure she drank it all.
It cleared the fog somewhat, but not entirely. Enough that she could open her eyes and look at his blazing eyes.
"What happened?" He asked, barely contained, simmering murderous rage behind the calm of his voice.
"I was an idiot," she croaked. "Went to Aria, gave her some data I found. Had a drink."
The rest was obvious.
"She won't be alive much longer," he promised, a dark look passed his eyes. "Perhaps I'll feed her the same drug she used on you, make it slow-"
"Saren," she tried, and he quietened.
They were silent as whatever Saren had given her worked to fight the drug.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, brushing a talon over her temple and sweat streaked hair. He still held her in his lap.
"Better," she breathed, then grunted. The pain was still there, but more like an ache.
He collected her in his arms, settled her back onto the bed and then moved off towards the door again. He was planning, could see it in his face and set of his shoulders.
When he returned, he was dressed in his white body suit with weapons strapped to his person. A talon, Turian military issued knife sat at his hip. It's blade and handle curved like a human karambit. It was as long as her hand.
"What are you doing?" She ground out.
"I'm going to deal with that bitch," he said, his glowing blue eyes hard and cold. But then he seemed to see her again, and bent down to press his forehead to hers.
"Wait here," he started.
"No," she ground out. "Saren, no-"
But he turned away, she grabbed for his wrist ignoring the pain and he stopped. Looking over his shoulder at her.
"It's not safe here," was the first thing that she said. Was the first thing wrong with his plan. Damnit, she needed him!
He was silent a moment, then sighed and clasped her wrist back. "You are correct. We must leave here, it isn't safe. Then I will deal with the self appointed Queen."
Shepard decided not to argue with him, yet. She needed to get on her feet, get moving and push through the pain.
"Get my clothes," she asked, while pushing herself up.
He annoyingly stayed, to help her sit up and then went to retrieve her clothes. Her bra was ruined, but she still had her pants and formal wear. She stood on shaky legs, but she pushed him away when he tried to help.
"I can do it," she said, almost too harshly.
He moved away from her, understanding that she needed space and he set about doing something in the kitchen.
She got dressed, and strapped on her pistol he'd left on the bed. She walked to the doorway, finding Saren rummaging in his draws.
"What are you doing?" She asked, leaning too much on the doorway for support. He paused, looking at her, taking everything in.
"Making sure I have everything I need before we leave," he said, in a matter of fact tone but she could hear the undertone - Aria was a dead woman, and Shepard wasn't sure she wanted that.
Fuck, she wanted to pay the bitch queen a visit. To know why she'd done it, but she didn't think omega would cope without her at the head. There were people living there that didn't need a crime boss, or someone worse to take over.
"Let's go," Saren said, coming to stand by her.
When Shepard almost fell in the hallway, he hooked her arm around his shoulder and put a clawed hand on the small of her back.
She wanted to complain, but they needed to move.
...
End of part 3!
Wow, this is the first intimate scene I've posted, and it didn't turn out too bad.
What do you guys think?
Please be nice.
And I finally figured out the words for his spurs! I really shouldn't write these at 5am haha.
Ps. Who's excited for Andromeda? N7 day really soon!
