She awoke to the feeling of hard mouth plates being pressed against her neck, merely letting out a whimper. His tongue ran up and down the nape of her neck, making her shiver before opening her eyes completely.
Saren's hand cupped her breast and she could feel his erection rubbing against her back. Again? She asked herself, she knew she couldn't go for anymore.
The night before was such a blur, yet she remembered all of it completely. It was confusing, but it made sense in her head. She remembered how hot it was. She was sweating. Her hands dug into his back and her toes were curling on their own. Her back arched like a bow and she nearly howled out as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. All the while, Saren would stop, take a short break, then start back up again.
"Saren, no more," she groaned, pushing his hand away.
He chuckled, rubbing himself against her more, "Are you sure?" He purred.
"Positive," she felt a burning between her thighs. Rubbing against Saren's hard plating like that was far from good for her, she would have to avoid having sex with him again till it healed, "I have to clean up our mess."
He only sighed and pulled away, letting her finally get away from his hold. She took this to her advantage before he changed his mind and climbed from the bed. She had nearly forgotten that through the night of passion, they'd ended up here.
"Come back soon," he said.
"It'll take a long time to fix what we've done," and with that, she left.
The floor was covered in the clothes that had gotten clawed off and there was a couple of stains on the couch from where their fluids had mixed together. It made her shiver, who knew sex had so much liquid.
Jane found the dress she'd taken off the night before and slipped it back on, promising herself that she'd take a bath later, but this problem was much much worse.
Falling to her knees, her hands rummage through the cabinets to find the cleaning supplies. She would surely need something strong to rid herself of such a monstrous sight, or he could just buy a new couch, Saren was rich after all.
The sound of a ping at the door made her freeze. Frozen on her knees in front of the couch she looked at the door. How would she open it? There was no way she could allow someone to see this mess. It was either Nihlus or Garrus, those two came by the most. She'd have to stall them or get them to leave until the place was clean.
Another ping. Whoever it was, they were in patient. She could tell that the were out there, arms crossed, foot tapping against the metal floor. She rose from her knees slowly, they buckled beneath her weight.
"Jane, finish cleaning," Saren snapped as he stepped out from the room. She released a sigh of relief and watched him open the door. Another turian was out there one she'd never met before.
Saren quickly saluted when he saw the man. She'd never seen him jump into attention so quickly.
"Primarch," Saren stated, his voice strong.
"At ease," the man said, brushing past Saren. He looked Jane in the eye and she found herself frozen again. His eyes shifted from her to the mess she was cleaning, making her face turn a deep red. He merely scoffed, but turned his attention away from her when Saren spoke.
"I apologise, sir. Had I known you were coming, I would've prepared better,"
"This is fine, I'm just here delivering some news,"
"Is it bad, sir?" Saren asked.
"Very," he said, his eyes shifting towards Jane again, "but I'd rather not talk about it while that is here."
She knew that he was referring to her, but kept from saying something. She was even more afraid of this man than she was of Saren. Who knew what would happen if she stood up to him. Instead, Jane rose to her feet, taking one quickly glance at Saren. He nodded as a response and her feet carried her back to the bedroom, where she sat on the bed and attempted to listen to them talk.
Of course, between the walls words only sounded like muffled gibberish. Nothing could be made out to her ears, she had no idea what they were saying. She took this time to make up her own idea of what she thought was happening.
The turian waitress from the restaurant last night probably told of what she saw to her fellow turian co-workers. The news of Saren sleeping with humans spread all over the the citadel, while they were passionately having sex, until it reached someone in the military. That wouldn't be hard seeing as most turians went to the military. After it reached the militaries database, the council would hear about it and be disgusted by such a thought, thinking they didn't want some who slept with humans in the spectre program. They'd revoc his status and they called his primarch to deliver the news personally, or at least, that's how it went in her head.
Jane knew that that was probably far from true, but she also knew that she had something to do with this large turian male coming by to deliver a message. Normally, turians spoke freely in front of her, knowing that she couldn't do anything about the things she heard. Having her leave the room specifically, meant that it had something to do with her or humans in general.
"Jane," she heard Saren whisper. She didn't notice that he'd entered the room and he was staring at her from the doorway.
"Yeah?" She responded.
"Nothing, never mind," he sighed.
"What'd he say? The primarch I mean,"
"He told me some classified things, classified things that I can't really process right now,"
A frown formed on her face, "Was it really really bad?"
He nodded.
"Does it have to do with humans?"
He nodded again.
She left the questions there and instead, turned towards comforting him. She stood on her tiptoes and draped her arms around his neck, pulling his close to her. She kissed and licked his mandible, making him purr just beneath his breath. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closed to him.
"I love you, Jane," he whispered and she felt like time had stopped.
What could she say? What would she do? She didn't want to say it back, because all in all, she didn't know if she loved him or not. She let the words hang in the air, hoping that if she didn't say anything, he'd take that as a sign that now wasn't the best time to be saying it.
Another ping at the door and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Had the primarch come back for something else? She was hoping that she wouldn't have to see him again till the house was clean and no longer reeked of sex.
"It's just, Nihlus," Saren assured, "I asked him over to talk about the news."
She nodded and stepped closely behind him as he opened the door for the other male. Nihlus stepped in, and quickly covered his nose, making a face that she could only think of as disgust. She didn't think it's smelled that bad, but she knew that turians had amplified senses and this was likely much worse for him.
"Spirits, Saren!" he yelled.
"I'm, I'm sorry," Jane stuttered. Why did she feel as this was only her fault. If anyone was to blame, it was Saren.
"I'm not upset with you, Jane, I'm upset with this ball of repressed sexual feelings that couldn't warn someone that they'd had sex before inviting them over,"
Saren scoffed, "There was no way I could properly word it to you that me and Jane had sex over a message."
"Anything would've done," he removed the hand from his nose, "So, what'd the primarch say?"
"The same thing he said to you,"
"If what he says is true then-" Nihlus turned to look at Jane and she tensed.
"What?" She asked.
"You might just be getting free Jane," Saren finished.
She looked them both in their eyes. From their stone cold expressions, she knew that they weren't lying. She hadn't been free in such a long time. What would she do? But Saren said might, so getting her hopes up wasn't for the best. But if she did, how would she live her life? She'd grown used to living with Saren.
"Jane?" Saren snapped his fingers in her face.
She nodded to show him that she was there, for some reason, she just couldn't seem to get the words out. It was like they'd all tried to get out at once, but instead they just got stuck in her throat.
"They're trying to start another war, human leaders were holding secret meeting with the batarians, if that's true, the they've got a lot more fire power," Nihlus stated.
"But even still, that's only one other race," Saren added.
"One race, but that's doesn't mean they won't go after the krogans. They also feel like they've been mistreated,"
"That is true, but-"
Jane cut Saren off, "So, I'd get to go home?" She finally asked.
A sudden feeling of warmth washed over her body, nearly knocking her off her feet. Just the thought of touching Earth's soil again almost made tears well up in her eyes. Humans had finally done it. She hoped and prayed for so long, and now that she'd finally given up, they came back.
Jane looked up at a silent Saren. He had this look in his eyes. It wasn't a good one. He was hurt.
"Saren," she whispered, "I didn't mean it like that."
He didn't say anything to her in response, he didn't even look her in the eye. He turned back to Nihlus as they continued to talk war strategies, ignoring her right there.
Placing her hand against Saren's firm back, as the only sign of comfort she could think of, she let it rest there. He didn't flinch of pull away, so Jane allowed herself to keep her hand there, only her hand. She kept it there while they talked about stalking up on supplies and ammo, she kept it there while they mentioned the best ways to kill a human, and she kept it there when Nihlus left, saying that if there was to be a war soon, he wanted to be well rested for it.
"Saren," she said again.
"What?" He barked, finally turning to look at her.
"I love you too," she whispered, taking a few steps back. Jane didn't look at him, she couldn't bring herself to look at him, so she kept her eyes glued to the floor.
"Are you happy here? With me?" He asked her.
She nodded, "it's been rough, but you've given me a good year, Saren."
"But if given the chance, would you go home?"
She nodded again, "I miss the earth, I miss my people, I miss my home."
Saren sighed, "I'll never be able to give you a home,"
"I know,"
"But can you stay with me?"
"I can,"
He threw his arms around her, squeezing her tight. He lifted her of the ground, making her kick her feet.
"Saren!" She growled. He didn't respond. He only squeezed her tighter, until she felt like she could pop.
"Jane, let's have sex again," she almost laughed at how nonchalantly he said this.
"No no no!" She screamed as he put her down, "No more sex. You're too rough on me."
"I'll be gentle," he assured, reaching behind her to unzip her dress.
"No, not that," she pulled back from his hand, "Your plates. They scratch my thighs and it hurts like hell now."
"I suppose it's because you humans are so soft,"
"You turians are too hard," she snapped back, "plus we don't need another mess to clean up. I've barely finished this one."
"I'll help you clean this up. And we'll do it in the bedroom the entire time,"
"Saren," she whined.
"If you don't want to, we can wait," he sighed out.
"I just don't want to hurt my thighs anymore, isn't there anything we can do about it?"
He had a thought, but then hissed at it. Going to Garrus was a last resort.
"I'll look it up,"
"Can't we just ask Garrus?" She said, almost as if she'd read his mind, "I'm just as embarrassed about it as you are, but he might know something. He's slept with humans before."
"I don't want him in this," he growled, but she only sighed and pulled up her omni-tool, calling Garrus.
He groaned when he answered. This was her second time bothering him this same week. He was probably already tired of her.
"Jane, please, let there be an emergency, a good one,"
She let out a nervous chuckle, "When, I rub against Saren, it chaffs and it bruises me up, got anything for it?"
He let out another loud groan, "I've got some ointment, I'll be over in a minute."
"Thank you. Thank you so much," she chirped.
"Wait," his voice suddenly grew serious, "have you heard the news?"
"I have," she sighed.
"You really think it's going to happen?" He asked.
"I wouldn't know, I've been here on the citadel, for almost a year, I have no idea what's going on outside,"
"Well, if the humans do manage to get free, stop by sometime. I'd love to do you better than Saren ever could, once he no longer owns you,"
She blushed, but before she could say something else, Saren quickly shut off her omni-tool. He growled in her face and she nodded, knowing that that meant he was very angry with her.
"You will do no such thing!" He hollered.
"I know, I know, now get down here and help me clean this mess," she ordered and he let out a deep exhale.
Saren and Jane sat next to each other, towels in hand, cleaning up the mess they made before. She talked to Saren, something she hadn't really done before. Yeah, they spoke, but this was a deep intimate conversation. She felt like she was just telling him every little thing about herself.
"So, what's your mother like," she asked him after she told him a story about her mom's heroics in the military.
"My mother was…" Saren trailed off a bit, "She was a loose cannon. She was a weapons expert and the best in hand to hand combat, but she wasn't in the military. She was a merc."
"I never would've expected that," Jane chuckled.
Saren nodded, "I didn't believe it either when she told me. She was so reserved after I was born. I guess my dad changed her."
She thought back to how Saren hated humans before he bought her. Had she changed him like his dad changed his mom?
"Do you have any siblings?" She asked.
"My parents didn't last long enough to have other children,"
"What do you mean?"
"They died after I was born,"
Suddenly there was another ping at the door. Almost the third one today. Jane stepped up from her knees. She hated leaving Saren after hearing such an emotional story, but they had guest.
Jane was greeted with the face of Garrus. He sniffed the air briefly and she tensed, she prayed he wouldn't react like Nihlus had.
"I see you enjoyed it, huh Saren," he joked.
"Quiet!" Saren shouted back, not looking the man in the eye.
He handed Jane a pure white tube, "You can put some medi-gel in your thighs, but put this in between them before you do anything with Saren. It'll help with the chaffing."
"Thanks, Garrus,"
"So, how was it?" He asked.
She blushed, knowing what he meant, but not wanting to respond, "How was what?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Jane, how was Saren's-"
"Stop," Saren stood up with a growl, "That is none of your business."
"It's my business when I'm supplying you with dextro allergy pills and ointment,"
Jane shot and a look at Saren, who's mandibles fluttered when the information was leaked.
"Is that where you went?" She asked.
"Yes, but I didn't wish to lie to you," he assured.
"With all I'm providing for this sex life, I should be having sex with her too," Garrus mumbled.
Saren was fuming. His general demeanor changed and he looked almost the exact same as he did when he hit her that time. She wanted to calm him, but was too afraid to touch him when he was like this.
"Garrus, I think you should stop," she suggested, growing a bit worried for his safety.
"It's was just a joke, Saren," he spoke, his voice still cool and collected, "Jane watch out, you've got one of those territorial turians."
She looked back to Saren. Hoping he'd calm down after Garrus left, but he was still panting. His body trembled when he growled. Jane stayed back from him, hoping that showing him how afraid she was, would help him to cool off.
"You're not actually thinking about sleeping with him, are you?" He snapped and she shook her head.
Her feet guided her closer to him and she stroked his face, her fingers tweaking his mandible, "No, Saren, only you."
He sighed, then purred into the feeling of her fingers, his eyes closing as he sunk into it.
"Jane," he moaned, this time, managing to snake his arm around her back and unzip her dress.
"At least let me put the ointment on first," she protested.
