Xeylan turned on his Terminal beside the door, shifting to the human beside him. "You can call Karsha from here," He breathed.
She nodded quietly as she approached the vid screen. Promptly he left her too it, closing the door and escaping to the kitchen on the other side of the living room. He poured himself a glass of water and quickly drank the cool liquid.
All those times in the elevator he'd never imagined that she'd ever come into his apartment. He darted his eyes around, hoping everything was tidy. He placed his glass on the counter and stole a glance into his living room from the doorway. He had two large windows on the opposite wall, with a sofa at the centre of the room to face his holo screen. There wasn't much clutter, but he still felt very much on display to the woman he'd admired for so long.
He ran his eyes over her small form, her curly brown hair was still a little messy as it had been earlier that day. Her curved, soft shape hidden underneath her work uniform which still had a large dark stain from the incident earlier. It didn't matter that she wasn't looking at her best as she had all those other times he'd seen her; she still managed to lure him in. His eyes drifted, gazing at her small shoulders, her large bust that curved into her wonderfully small waist and then back out to her hips.
Her form was so alien, with her soft skin, her legs bending the wrong way and all those fingers. Yet she was so beautiful. Xeylan just couldn't resist appreciating her for that moment.
"It's not my problem if you locked yourself out, in-fact it's your own fault, Earth-Clan."
Xeylan huffed loudly as the Volus' voice drew him back to reality. Karsha-Roe, the building's superintendent, was a particularly rude Volus who he'd made a habit of not speaking to unless he absolutely had to. Xeylan frowned his brow plates as he caught the conversation.
"If you could just give me your extra holo-key then I'd be able to get in.."
"Not my problem, Earth-Clan." The Volus repeated.
She slumped her shoulders in defeat and before Xeylan knew it, his feet had walked him beside her. He stared down the vid screen, seeing a startled Volus on the other end.
"Xeylan-" The Volus began.
"-Karsha, I could recite fifty-one regulations that would would make it your problem. The well being and order of this building all comes under your responsibility." The Turian flared his mandibles as the Volus shrank back. Xeylan could only really think of twenty building regulations and only about seven would help his argument, but Karsha didn't have to know that.
Karsha gave out a long breath, his short temper seemingly giving in. "Fine. I'll be over in an hour." He huffed, "I knew renting to a C-Sec Officer would be a bad idea." He spoke under his breath before shutting off the call from his end.
"Wow, that was... umm... Thank you." She furrowed her small brown eyebrows and gazed up to his face – tracing her eyes over his white markings. "You've helped me so much today, I'm sorry for all the trouble." She admitted, suddenly feeling rather small next to the large Turian.
She noticed him draw in his mandibles close to his face. Was that a bad look? She wondered, hoping she wasn't getting in his way, maybe she was just a burden?
"I'll get out of your hair." She hesitated, "-Oh well... Fringe." She corrected with an awkward shake of her head. She moved to the door but he quickly moved to closed the distance between them.
"It's no trouble." He replied, his resonating voice now very soft and light. Catherine felt herself turn red as she gazed back up to him. "You can wait here for Karsha, he's going to be awhile yet." He cocked his head to one side as if wondering something before flaring his mandibles.
"If you're sure." She breathed back noticing how close he was now. If she were to tiptoe or he to bow they'd be close enough to kiss. "Well umm..." She smiled nervously, "I don't think I've actually told you my name, I'm Catherine Lark."
The Turian's eyes widened as he twitched his mandibles, "Xeylan Aurius." He bowed his head slightly.
Catherine's heart leaped as she quickly drew up her hand for him to shake. Xeylan complied and met her five digits with his three.
Something in the air changed. Their hands lingering.
He lowered his gaze, and she raised hers.
Grip tightening as they lowered their entangled hands.
Catherine could hear his heart beating hard in his chest.
Xeylan could feel her warm breath on his skin.
She wasn't human and he wasn't Turian – In that moment they were something else.
Two lives caught by each other.
Two entities wanting, needing, hoping, craving.
