Note: Happy you all liked the Garrus one! Thanks for the reviews as well as the PM's. I've been thinking about this one as well as the next chapter the most. I've decided to go with Oraka first and make you wait for Nihlus! ;p

Title: Solace in a Bottle
Summary: Shepard finds General Septimus Oraka in the bar-Somewhere before she leaves to fight Geth-POST ME2

Rated: M for obvious reasons
Dis: I don't own ME!

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Spectre Danielle Shepard just saved the Citadel from the Reaper and Geth threat, saved the Council ship Destiny Ascension from imploding, and thousands of lives and she still felt underappreciated. The salarian Councilor still found her amusing for speaking about the Reapers and the stubborn turian still wanted more proof. The only Councilor that seemed to not take her news that lightly was the Asari but her hands were tied due to the other two. Wanting to just get drunk and forget about the past few months she made her way to Chora's Den. It was dark, crowded, and someplace she could get lost in without someone needing anything. If she had gone to Purgatory she might have been taken aside and asked to do more crap that people couldn't accomplish on their own. She was tired of doing everyone else's dirty work before they agreed to help her on a task, even her crewmates Wrex and Garrus hadn't warmed up to her until she completed some task for them. Now, with everything over and done with, she just wanted to deal with her OWN issues first: the first rectifying the fact that she was stone cold sober.

She had left her armor on the Normandy, it helped with blending into the crowd. The black leather pants she wore were comfortable, her belted holster resting around her hips with her Karpov pistol comfortably. Her black, lacey bra was hidden behind a white vested top that left her stomach and arms bare. It glowed pink in the bar from the lights as she walked to the turian bartender that gave her a nod.

"Whiskey, in fact, I'll take a whole bottle and a glass," said Dani, pulling her straightened strands of hair behind her pierced ears.

The turian reached under the bar and pulled out a full bottle. She offered her chit and when he handed it back to her she offered a smile. She was going to get comfortable at the bar but someone shouted her name. Wincing, Dani noticed heads turning in her direction, but ignored them to seek out the voice. There, sitting at his usual table, was Septimus Oraka. He was nursing a drink and a part of her wanted to roll her eyes. He was still here moaning over that Consort? She offered a fake smile before going to his table. She took a seat, already trying to think of a reason to leave him to his bottle and woes... Nothing killed a buzz more than a sobbing turian.

"General Oraka, glad to see you came out of the Geth and Reaper Incursion unscathed."

"When the Geth attacked a small group of us armed up and held this bar," said Septimus. "Though from what I hear the great Spectre Commander Shepard is the one to thank for the victory."

Dani shrugged a bare shoulder. "Just doing my duty."

"It's more than that and everyone on the Citadel is thankful for the sacrifices you made to keep us safe: even the ones that still doubt you today."

"Nothing I can really do about that," she said with a frown.

"Except get drunk," he said, nodding at her bottle.

"Hell yeah," she said with a smile, pouring her first drink.

"Please stay then," he said. "No one should drink alone."

A small part of her hated asking, but had to. "So... Things okay on your end?"

"Sha'ira and I spoke. Though a small part of me will always hope..." It was his turn to shrug. "As you so plainly stated, nothing is more pathetic than a highly ranked turian General crying in a bottle over a whore..." He winced. "Don't tell her I said that."

"I won't ," said Shepard with a chuckle.

"So where are your crewmates? I figured you'd be out celebrating with them before leaving port. I heard that the Council is going to have you out hunting Geth. A waste of time, if you ask me, with the Reapers coming."

"You believe me?" asked Shepard. "Everyone else that isn't my crew thinks I'm insane."

"I know that wasn't some Geth ship," said Septimus. "As does others but there isn't much we can do to prepare with the Council in denial and doing their best to keep the population calm. I wouldn't be surprised that a year from now everyone will forget... Not I, I assure you."

"Thank you," said Dani, truly meaning it. "All right, lets get drunk and forget everything that made us twenty years older than we should be."

Septimus chuckled. "I'm over a decade your senior, Shepard, if I were a couple more decades older I very well could be ashes in the wind."

Shepard took a long swallow of her drink, eyeing him over the rim of her glass. Unlike Garrus his hide looked a bit more leathery and worn. His fringe was covered so she couldn't observe that but by looking in his eyes she could tell. It was always in the eyes. He did look old. Hell, she was almost thirty but she was certain that she looked fifty while fighting the Geth.

"Just how old are you?" she asked with a tilt of her head, hair falling to obscure some of her face.

"Old," he answered with a grin before frowning. "Old enough to know that I've missed my chance to be a father and grandfather."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I wasted so much time with Sha'ira that..." he shook his head and Shepard caught the movement of his fringe beneath the wrap over his head. "Why speak of the past? Now, lets drink!"

They did. Offers of Asari dancers went ignored as they downed their respective bottles. When the room started spinning and when the lights looked more like exploding fireworks Shepard decided to throw in the towel. With the idea of sharing a skycar cab they stumbled out of Chora's Den, hands bracing on the railing until their car came up. Shepard got in first with Septimus falling in behind her. Seeing a turian tangled in his limbs had the Spectre laughing joyfully, holding her stomach while he muttered in his embarrassment.

Dani wasn't sure how it started but in a blink she went from laughing at the turian to making out with him. Awkwardly her lips moved over his unyielding mouth plates. His gloved hands moved to her vest top, undoing the large buttons to expose her lacey bra. She murmured her approval as he hefted her up higher so that his mouth could slide down her neck. She felt the wet, rough lick of his tongue, the rasp of it echoing in her ears as his hand moved to cup a breast. Her fingers wriggled their way under the covering of his fringe so that she could reach up and touch the back of his sensitive neck. He wasn't the first turian she'd been with and he wouldn't be the last. The fetish had developed some time ago and if Garrus hadn't of been so... Garrusy... she might have put the moves on him on the Normandy. Her sexual exploits had been reduced to random flings whenever they made port, one of which had been a turian that guarded the garage at Noveria... Then a bartender on Illium...

Stupid fetish.

"Come inside," he pleaded with her as the taxi pulled up to his apartment district. "To my apartment I mean. Shepard let me have you."

She nodded, doing up one of the buttons before climbing off of him. The Batarian driver said nothing as they paid for the ride. Septimus got out of the car first before offering his hand like a true gentleman. Shepard knew she was in the richer parts of the Citadel, though a few of the buildings still smoldered from the Geth attack, many remained standing. Septimus kept hold of her hand as he guided her to the front door. Upon entering his apartment he lead her inside before turning to her. Her breath hitched as he held up her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist before giving it a playful bite. Her core tightened deliciously as his tongue soothed the sting of his bite.

"Do you want another drink or..."

"Show me the bedroom," she said, violet eyes swimming due to the alcohol but also her arousal.

"As you wish," he said. Had he better balance and perhaps a more younger body he'd have carried her to his bed. Instead he kept hold of her hand and led her down a long hall dimly lit. Her footfalls were silent on his marbled floor and when in his bedroom he turned her to him and cupped her face in his hands. His fiery eyes traveled over her long and straight hair to her eyes: brighter than the sunset on Palaven. "Are you certain?"

He'd been with no one since Sha'ira and he had thought he'd never find another woman worthy of his affection. Until now. He watched as she took a small step back and any disappointment he had vanished as her nimble fingers undid her barely there top. She tossed it aside while undoing the belt at her waist and he followed suit until he stood fully naked and she as well. His subharmonic churr spoke of possessiveness and need as he took a step forward, his taloned feet clicking against the heated, ceramic floor. He pulled her to him, his blunted talons trailing down her arm, stopping at her elbow to find a new place to rest at her hips. She rose to her toes to nuzzle at his neck, breasts flattening against his metallic chest as her hands massaged the area behind his neck: lips and teeth attacking the softer skin surrounding his plates.

"Shepard," he murmured, mandibles flaring out, caressing her cheek almost lovingly. She took his hands in hers and started walking them backwards to his bed. Sha'ira always demanded that he toss her down and take her immediately. She didn't lovingly caress the bones of his fingers or nuzzle his mandibles and place gentle kisses on them. He'd always bowed to the needs of Sha'ira but now he found himself relaxing to this human female's touch.

"Lay back," she murmured, hands sliding up the front of his body. He hissed in a breath as her palms slid over the seam where his cock was hidden but lengthening by the minute. Her low decibel laugh had him itching to touch her more but her hands were suddenly on his metallic cowl and shoving him down on the bed. "Relax and let me take care of you..."

His dark and rich eyes closed as he got more comfortable, neck conforming to the pillow he used to keep his fringe from twisting painfully in sleep. He hummed as the bed dipped and her weight settled atop him. His hands traveled up the outside of her thighs, his tougher hide sending delicious spiderwebs of pleasure to that bundle of nerves between her legs. She leaned down, lips back to his neck as she reached up and over his head to find his fringe. His body bucked upwards as she wrapped her hand around one of the thicker appendages and slowly moved the pressure downward toward the tip. She felt it warm in her hand, the blood rushing there as well as a familiar pressure of turian cock as it came out of its hiding place to slide against the planes of her stomach. She ignored it for now, feeling it twitch against her as she continued to play with his fringe, sliding her hand upwards, then back down again: this time letting her nails scratch the surface lightly.

"Spirits, Shepard!" moaned Oraka, and though his talons were blunted, they still dug into the skin at her hips, causing that pleasure-pain she liked so much.

"Call me Dani," she whispered seductively in his ear.

"Anything you want," he murmured as her lips traveled over the white markings on his face. Those markings signified his colony, his familial ties, and her lovingly pressing her mouth to them signaled that she accepted him as a lover. Female turians did a similar thing with their mouth plates and those in a more serious relationship bumped foreheads.

Now, she took his hand, much like he had earlier, and let her lips travel over the thicker skin at his wrist. His eyes opened to watch, half open to observe her mouth take one of his digits inside and she smiled as his cock twitched again. Then her scent hit him and his eyes blazed as he inhaled deeply. His free hand moved between their bodies and she moaned, head falling back slightly as he slid over her slit then deep inside her core to feel the tight wetness that was Shepard.

"I smell you, feel you, you're ready for me, Dani?" he asked.

"Yes," she murmured, hips rocking against his digit.

He removed his finger from within her before gripping her hips. He had a slight reaction to levo-protein, he'd been tested long ago after being with Sha'ira the first time and getting the tingly feeling on his tongue after. He could always take the shot later if he needed it. Instead he shivered as her hands surrounded his fully aroused cock, dual thumbs sliding up to the tip to catch a bead of his arousal that had escaped his member. He growled like the animal the humans sometimes accused his kind to be as she inserted her thumb between her lips to taste him.

"Mmm," she murmured. "I think I want to taste you."

"Later," he barked. "I need to be in you NOW."

"Good things come to those that wait," she said coyly.

"I've never been good at waiting," he growled. "All my patience has left me at the moment."

"Mine too," said Dani before guiding him to her entrance and his mandibles tightened against his face and his claws threatened to tear her beautiful skin as absolute pleasure surrounded his cock. Sha'ira had been tight but Dani? Spirits if felt like she was trying to strangle his cock! His moan has a deep flang to it as she started moving up and down him. He watched her move slowly at first but the both of them were urgent for their releases. She started bouncing on him, the wet sounds of their copulation assaulting his ear canals as well as her panted breath and weak but lust filled moans. What humans called breasts bounced with her movements and both of his hands moved up to cup them, squeezing the nipples: assaulting them with pinches from his textured fingers and blunted talons.

"Yes!" she said in an almost growl, one hand bracing against his cowl, fingers curling inward as she rocked faster. "GOD you feel so good!"

He wanted more. He wanted to take her on her knees, to flip them over so that he was on top of her as the dominate figure... He wanted to do with her what Sha'ira had always demanded of him. He wanted to claim and that skirted on treacherous territory. Was it happening again? Was he always doomed to fall for the females that saw him as nothing more as a... What was the term? Fuck buddy?

Now, he didn't care, with his hands on her breasts and her sweet little core bouncing up and down his dick... Her neck and cheeks were flushed from her pleasure and her intensely violet eyes were looking down at him. She would end up being his undoing, and what a way to die, being buried deeply into Spectre Commander Shepard's pussy.

He twisted around and soon he was on top of her, tossing his pillow aside so he could get her flat on her back. Her thighs squeezed his hips pleasurably, legs fitting between his spurs, knees bending so that the heels of her feet rest against his calf spurs. One of his hands traveled through her blonde tresses before bracing on the bed, the other keeping a firm grip on her hips and suddenly he was thrusting into her hard and deep. Dani gasped as his body snapped against hers over and over again, his dick assaulting her between the legs deliciously. Her hips arched upwards, both hands massaging just above her knees against his hips, shoulder blades sliding up and down the mattress from force of his thrusts.

Moments later she was coming, her orgasm white hot as it moved from her pussy down to her toes and up her spine. She felt his huffing breath against the top of her head as he thrust once, twice, so deep that the hardened plates of his abdomen rubbed against her clit making an aftershock of an orgasm travel through her: her body turning to liquid as his hot seed coated her inner walls. Her name sounded through grit teeth and she brought both hands up behind his neck, massaging the smaller plates and skin there at his release, making his body tremble and rumble.

"Spirits," he said again, now nuzzling her neck, mouth plates nipping playfully.

"Mhm," she answered, slowly untangling her limbs from his. He somehow managed to get his pillow back so that he could lay on the mattress and Dani realized now that there were no blankets and shivered.

"Cold? There are blankets around here somewhere. Sorry, turians don't use them, we just keep the room incredibly warm. Nothing is less relaxing than a blanket catching on your scales and fringe during slumber."

"I'm fine," murmured Dani, twisting to her side. She smirked, the alcohol from earlier now totally out of her system. She trailed a leg over his hip and he hissed in a breath before chuckling.

"Give this old turian some time to recover..."

"Hm, yes, you ARE pretty old, aren't you? Shall I take a little nap first?"

He growled, finding her joke unamusing, and gripped her ankle, pulling her leg off of his hip before effortlessly lifting her up onto him. She gasped then grinned down at him as his hands trailed down her back.

"I'll show you just how YOUNG I can be in bed, Shepard."

"Going to show this mere human the definition of turian stamina?"

"Twenty years ago, perhaps, just be grateful I didn't fall asleep right after."

Dani laughed at this, head tossing back, her blonde hair a cascade of gold down her shoulders. She leaned back down, pressing her lips to his mouth plates again then sliding them downward. He purred as her deft lips moved lower, lower, and lower still to his seam.

"If you promise to show me turian stamina I'll show you why turian men have said I've ruined any chance of them going back to having turian women in their bed."

Both of them kept their promises that night.

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END

Next Chapter: Nihlus!