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As Javik pinned her to the tiled shower wall, Shepard was absurdly aware of him. Not just his hips against hers or his breadth in her ear, but of his heart beating and his muscles rippling and his almost desperate need to touch her, and let her touch him. She could tell the contact brought some sort of solidarity to him, and some peace. His hand moved to cup her breast and she threw her head back against the wall, moaning. This seemed to put him in a mild frenzy and he squeezed it harder, wanting another vocal reaction. Shepard could hardly process what was happening; it was as if she knew what was going on inside his head as well as her own. She was aware of his body's internal responses to her along with the more obvious external ones. Jumping to wrap her legs around his hips, she decided she didn't really give a damn what it all meant. It was turning her on something fierce and she couldn't focus on anything besides the man-prothean-biting her neck and thrusting slowing into her.