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Lemon

Lemon

Alien Lemon

CHAPTER 25

There was something about near-death experiences that ignited one's libido – or it did, anyway, to Rosemary and Balint's. Ten minutes after they reached the townhouse, Balint joined her in the shower, his eyes gleaming with purpose.

Rosemary met his passion with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around him as they kissed in feverish desperation. Hot water pelted on them like bullets; there was no time or need to stoke each other's heat when their bodies were already on fire.

The turian turned her around and bent her towards the wall of the shower. He lined his sex up with her slick crevice and slammed it home. He caressed her wet head of curls as he pulled his length almost all the way out. She whimpered, on the verge of begging, as he released her hair. She bit her lip, holding back a scream as he rammed into her, grabbing her shoulder with one hand, and her hip with the other – his talons digging into her skin.

"Please," she begged, gasping.

He pounded into her hard, the ridges of his length scraping her core with its delicious friction. She'd been sore from before, but god, it still felt so good! Even his talons scratching her flesh felt good – somehow adding intensity to her pleasure. She hadn't known she liked it rough. Balint hammered into her good and hard – making it impossible not to scream – Damn him!

As if sensing the problem, Balint pulled out of her and spun her towards him. She clung to him, trying not to slip on the tiles. He grabbed her ass and lifted her up; understanding, she wrapped her legs around him. He lifted her up a little, his erection finding its home in her sheath as she fell back down on his sex. "Bite down on me if you need to scream," he hissed through his teeth.

He bounced her on his staff hard and rough; her nails dug into his carapace, her legs locked together behind his back. Balint growled and Rosemary gasped as an orgasm began to build and she started losing strength in her legs. He pinned her hard against the tile wall, driving into her harder and harder until she bit down on his neck to muffle her screams. The flash of pain and the quiver of her breasts against his chest sent him over the edge; he blasted into her, holding her down on his rod. Rosemary clenched around his length, milking it for every drop.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, catching their breath. When he lowered her back onto the floor, she could barely stand. She stumbled out of the stall. Before she could fully recover and even start breathing normally again, Balint pulled her back into the shower.

Rosemary couldn't believe it. "Are you trying to kill me?" She struggled to find a reason for him to stop. "The scratches – people will see..."

"You just jumped out of an exploding skycar," Balint pointed out with a grin. "Scratches are a hazard for that sort of thing."

She could see his point, but still. "But..."

"Just once more," he purred, running his hand along her spine.

Rosemary hesitated; her body was going to hate her. But she was addicted... "You promise?"

"I promise."

He kept his word, and let her go after another fantastic, and slightly painful, round of sex. Just because they weren't going to go for a third round, however, did not mean he was going to let her stop thinking about it. Afterwards, he teased and played with her body to distraction until she was ready to beg for another round – then wickedly reminded her that her brother was coming home soon.

"You are evil," she groaned.

He grinned, not denying it – completely unrepentant.

Rosemary sighed and grabbed a couple tubes of medi-gel from the medicine cabinet.

XOXOXOXO

Knowing that all the townhouse's guards knew of her and Balint's activities by now, she studiously avoided their gazes – even when insisting on picking up her brother from school.

"I'm his sister," she said, running coconut oil through her damp curls in the kitchen. She didn't look at Rynak as she told him what she was going to do. "I have never picked him up from his Citadel school – and I will have some normalcy in my life!"

The turian guard sighed. "You don't have a normal life anymore, Fletcher. You just jumped out of an exploding skycar!"

"That was an hour or two ago," she countered, gathering up her hair and tying it in a loose bun. "And people trying to kill me is becoming way too normal. Can't I go a week without a bomb going off, someone trying to shoot my head off... What's next? Poison?"

"All of the food going in and out of the household is put through a multitude of tests," he assured her, very seriously. "They haven't tried to poison you... yet."

Rosemary grumbled and left the house with Keeya, Rynak, and two other guards. Since their... meeting in her shower, she hadn't seen him. Probably calibrating something. No, that was Garrus' thing, she chuckled to herself.

Keeya was thrilled to finally be spending some time with Rosemary, but complained when Rosemary had her wear her quarian-style enviro-suit.

"You know... quarians don't get their first suit until they're a little older than two," Rynak pointed out, lifting Keeya into their skycar once the other guards had finished their inspection of the vehicle. Rosemary doubted Divide would try another car bomb – but it was better to be safe than sorry, she supposed.

She shrugged in response to Rynak's comment. "I didn't know that. I bet a lot of people don't know that. Did you know that," she asked one of the other guards. He sheepishly shook his head. "See? Ignorance can be a very useful tool, Rynak."

Rynak wouldn't let up with his criticism. "And what about other quarians?"

She shrugged again. "Meh."

One of the guards snorted at that. Keeya could barely sit still in her seat as the skycar took off. "I'm so 'sited about the depo-ment! I won't have to wear a suit, a big hat, or big jackets with stupid big hoods!"

"Language," Rosemary scolded the toddler. "And it's 'development', not 'depo-ment'"

"Too long word," Keeya decided. "Give it 'nother name."

Rosemary thought about it. Did she even have the authority to name the project? Eh, why not? It wouldn't hurt to try. "Well, Sanctuary's out," she muttered, thinking of the horrible legacy of Cerberus. Years later, people still talked about the former death camp in hushed voices, and of the horrors that had gone on behind its shiny white walls.

Rynak's eyes went dark at the mention of Sanctuary. "Indeed."

"Citadel Refuge?"

"No," Keeya said simply.

"Haven?"

"No, no."

"Hideaway Park," Rosemary offered, running out of ideas.

Keeya looked at Rosemary as if she was looking at a crazy person. "You are bad at this!"

The guards agreed. Rosemary glared at all of them, slightly offended. "Well, what would you name it?"

"Blue Cookies."

Rynak started coughing. Rosemary grinned. "Blue... Cookies?"

"Blue is Ollie's favorite color, and cookies are yummy," Keeya explained slowly, as if talking to a particularly slow individual.

Rosemary frowned, as if deep in thought. "Yes, of course. How stupid of me. But perhaps something... un-sweet related?"

Keeya bit her lip. "Sparky Castle?"

All three guards started shaking, trying in vain to hold back their merriment. Rosemary didn't know what to say. "Um..."

"Wobbly Toes? Stinky Park. Placemats?"

This is what she got asking a toddler a serious question, Rosemary thought with amusement. Rynak's head was in his hands as his shoulders shook with silent laughter. "Those are very nice names, Keeya, but, um..."

"The Bridge?"

Rosemary cocked her head. That... sounded normal. "That's... not bad."

Keeya studied her knees, hiding her gaze. "Ollie says trolls live under bridges."

Ah. "You like trolls," a guard asked.

Keeya shrugged, very much in the same way Rosemary did it. "Would like some. Could... scare away the bad people."

Rosemary and the guards turned somber. She put her arm around the child, holding her close. "That's a very good idea, Keeya. How about... Bridgeville? Bridgeforth? Bridgeton."

Keeya looked up and smiled shyly at Rosemary. "The last one. It's easy to say."

Rosemary squeezed Keeya's hand affectionately. "Bridgeton it is, then."

XOXOXOXO

Oliver's school was located in a district of the Wards that was more residential than what Rosemary had expected. Having viewed the brochure and filled out Oliver's forms, Rosemary knew that Mannovai Elementary was one of the best schools on the Citadel, specializing in science and technology programs. From what the guards had been relaying to her, Oliver was still mostly a loner – but he spoke easily with his peers, and didn't actively seek isolation. Keeya was still his best friend – which was a comfort to Rosemary – but she wished he had friends his own age, too.

Rosemary sent off a message to Meeno, informing him of the development's new name as the school's door slid open at her approach. A salarian secretary immediately inquired as to her name and purpose – another thing that eased Rosemary's worry.

The secretary, however, frowned at Rosemary. "You are Rosemary Fletcher, sister to Oliver Fletcher – do I have that right?"

"Yes...?"

"May I see some identification?"

Rosemary brought it up on her omni-tool and showed it to the secretary for her inspection. The salarian pursed her lips in a distinctively disapproving fashion. "I apologize for needing confirmation, Miss Fletcher. When your brother was enrolled – you opted to send in his forms instead of coming here in person. No one here has ever seen you."

Mortified, Rosemary shook her head. "I know, but – I'm in a kind of difficult situation – "

"Yes, your life is in constant danger – I heard. That does not excuse your exclusion from your brother's life," the salarian scolded Rosemary, her voice hard and judgmental. "You are his only family. Some interest in his life would be appreciated by him, and by the people that raise him."

Feeling a sickly combination of rage and heart-ripping guilt, Rosemary didn't know what to say. Rynak, however, was furious.

"You don't know her – and you have no right to..."

"Judge her? Oh, I think I do. I may only be a secretary, Mr. Big-Shot-C-Sec, but I pay attention. Who helps him with his work at home? Who signs his progress reports? Not her, I know that much!"

"You can't talk to Rossey that way," Keeya erupted, looking very angry.

The salarian stared down at her in surprise. "A quarian? Who are you to Miss Fletcher," she demanded after recovering.

"I am Ollie's sister, and Rossey is my mommy-sister!"

Rosemary coughed and touched Keeya's shoulder. "That's enough, now," she said nervously, hoping the little hybrid wouldn't lose her temper.

"Rossey is busy helping people – and you. You're a big meanie," Keeya shouted, her eyes glowing purple. "I'm going to HURT you!" She roared the last two words. The salarian backed up her chair, looking frightened. Rosemary didn't blame her; Keeya had just sounded like a very angry, very violent krogan just then.

Oh, crap. Rosemary grabbed Keeya as she tried to climb up the salarian's desk. The guards rushed to help. "No, Keeya! Keeya, stop!" This damn krogan blood-rage!

Oliver appeared then to help Rosemary hold back Keeya. Rosemary may have had krogan strength, but so did Keeya – and her krogan was three times stronger. "Keeya! Calm down," Oliver ordered, trying not to look panicked. "KEEYA!"

Rosemary and Oliver pried Keeya's little hands off of the desk she'd been clawing; the salarian was standing up now, and about to press what could only be a security button. "That won't be necessary," Rynak informed the secretary, annoyed.

Rosemary held Keeya in arms and a pressed a kiss against her helmet. "Shh, it'll be alright... You can calm down now, Keeya."

It took a long ten minutes, but eventually Keeya calmed down. Her burst of anger had exhausted her; she rested her head of Rynak's shoulder when he picked her up. The secretary, visibly shaken, avoided their gazes as Rosemary took Oliver's hand.

"Will I be able to come back tomorrow," Oliver wanted to know, a sigh in his voice.

"No one was hurt," Rynak assured Oliver.

"And Balint wouldn't let that happen," one of the other guards added.

Rosemary smiled. He wouldn't, would he – she thought warmly.

To calm all their nerves and to cheer up the children, Rosemary decided they needed to visit Goggles, a toy store in the Presidium Commons. Their moods completely uplifted, Oliver ran straight to the back of the store where Normany merchandise was being advertised. Keeya made a beeline for the plush animals, and fell instantly in love with a giant cutesy version of a Prejek Paddle Fish.

After they purchased the plush fish, Rosemary and Keeya went to rejoin Oliver at the back of the store. Oliver was sifting through a barrel of Normandy action figures, his face set with intense determination.

"Who are you looking for, Ollie," Rosemary asked.

"CARD."

Rosemary's eyebrows shot up. "I don't think they'll have him yet, sweetheart. He doesn't even have a body."

"He got one last month," Oliver corrected her. "He's really excited about it. They just came out with his action figure yesterday. I promised him I'd get one."

Oliver's generation was extremely obsessed with the Normandy and its crew. CARD's program hadn't existed until after the War, and he still got an action figure! Go, CARD.

"A-Ha! Got him!"

Rosemary took the action figure from her brother and examined with surprise. It was a miniature version of a toddler-like robotic body. She had to admit – it was kind of adorable, in its own metallic way. "I can't believe they made it..."

"And why not," Oliver huffed, offended on behalf of his friend. "He may not have been in the War, but he's an integral part of the Normandy systems, and his mother and father are heroes!"

Rosemary grinned. "I know, I know..."

Oliver relaxed as she tousled his hair. "I can't wait to see him in his new body! When will we see them again?"

Rosemary sighed. "I don't know, sweetheart. I miss the Normandy, too."

Keeya ran up with yet another giant plushy – of a varren. She didn't know how the makers had done it, but they had managed to make the feral, ferocious beast... look kind of cute. Still stinging from the secretary's tirade, Rosemary purchased the second plushy and handed it to Rynak.

"This isn't in my job description," Rynak grumbled, feeling and looking quite ridiculous.

Rosemary chuckled and checked her omni-tool. Meeno was calling.

"Yes? Fletcher here."

"Just wanted to tell you I like the name you chose – and yes, it was your job to choose it. Everyone here was getting tired of calling it 'the development'. Oh, and please get here as soon as you can."

Rosemary could hear the strain in the quarian's voice. "Why...?"

"The ships are coming in."

Rosemary blinked. "Ships?"

"The ones bringing in the hybrids? Three of them have already docked."

"Oh." ,,,Oh! … Oh, no... Rosemary grimaced. She was never going to get to go to sleep, was she?