Attendant: an assistant to an important person; a servant or courtier.
Jane was limp with exhaustion in his arms. Her arms were laden with a plethora of antiseptics, antibiotics and medigel, as they made their way to the bathroom. He couldn't help but thank his own insight for making sure he had levo medical supplies available.
Though his reasoning for them had been that if she had accompanied him, he'd be able to further press his suit by showing them as a sign of his attentiveness towards her.
He hadn't intended their usage to be patching up his mistakes, his marking her on her neck without her consent. Twice, even.
What he had done was incredibly dishonourable, even if she was a human and not a turian. A part of him couldn't help but muse that his previous barefaced status truly matched his actions now. If he had done what he'd did to Jane to another turian, he'd likely find himself on a mining colony for the rest of his life doing hard labour. Regardless of his status.
A forced, unwelcome bond was a heavy crime in turian culture, nearly synonymous in magnitude with rape in other species' cultures. Irrespective of her humanity, in his heart he had wanted to bond her and he hadn't fully consulted her. It was a heinous act.
Selfish.
As he'd said, he'd known what he had wanted and he had taken it. Even if she had been exasperated instead of angry, she had not fully understood the magnitude of his misaction.
Yet, as he watched her as she yawned and cuddled his chest, he couldn't find the required regret for his actions.
He'd been gentle with her to a degree until this encounter, minimizing contact with his talons and teeth to ensure he didn't leave any marks. He hadn't been too sure she'd appreciate it. But now?
She was wearing his mark. His. She hadn't even been angry when he had bitten her. if anything when he had done it, it had made her even more aroused. She liked him possessing her with his teeth.
Wanted it even.
The amount of trust she'd shown in him when he'd held her by the throat between his jaws, had served as more of a turn on than her tight ass. He could have ripped her throat out at any moment, yet she had remained still and let him have her. If he had felt her make any true form of struggle, he would have immediately released her.
Speaking of her tight ass, that reminded him that he'd have to make some purchases to ensure that it remained open. As much as he enjoyed her accommodating him regardless of any pain she felt, he wanted her to crave him in her ass. Not just her pussy. To find the feeling of him filling her, taking him till his sheath was indistinguishable from her tight little hole, to be just as good for her as it was for him.
He wanted her to love it. Need it.
Just as he did.
It was one of his new favourite places in the galaxy now. Right behind her pussy and just ahead of her mouth.
The idea of going on missions again without being able to see Jane was almost insurmountable. She had spoiled him.
She was dozing in his arms now, as he turned on the water for the pool and sat on a stool that was fixed to the bottom. He carefully removed the supplies from her arms and placed them outside of the pool, near the rim.
Quentius had done an excellent job of outfitting the building so quickly.
He couldn't help gazing at her, soft devotion framing his features, as she slept. It was easy to show the full extent of his feelings when she was asleep.
Maybe he should make her marks symmetrical. Add another two on the other side of her neck. The ones on her waist already were. Let her walk around the Citadel covered in his mark, letting every turian know that she was his, and his alone.
Nihlus's reaction would be a great victory.
He had to stop and think of Valern (his existence served as a great turn off for him), before he possibly gained a second wind. Jane deserved, no needed, rest. He would be her willing slave until he felt that he'd redeemed himself.
She had his heart after all. He'd never been one for self-harm.
His cum was caked on her skin in places. He'd take care of her first, both her marks and cleanliness, before he bothered to wash himself.
She was smiling as she slept and he couldn't help returning it, even with her unaware.
It was a shame that he'd have to remove it when he applied the antiseptic. He enjoyed her smile.
She surprisingly slept through his application of the antiseptic and the medigel, even though she had winced a little in her sleep. He'd give her the antibiotics later, unfortunately he'd bought a capsule variant.
Seeing the erasure of her smile made him feel a small amount of guilt that had previously eluded him. It still wasn't enough for the wrongness of his action, but it was enough. He'd tell her what he'd done.
He shook her lightly by the shoulder as he slowly cleaned her with a loofah.
"... Saren?"
Her voice was crackly and somewhat hoarse. Had he caused damage to her throat? Panic chilled his blood.
What hadn't he fucked up?
"Is your throat okay?"
She chuckled slightly. It sounded like she was dying. Then she cleared her throat and she had her usual voice.
Thank the Spirits.
"Yes. I'm fine. Just sore. Everywhere. What's wrong?.. You seem... troubled?"
Her eyes were inquisitive and her smile welcoming. He could do this. He focussed on her eyes, if she wanted nothing more to do with him after he revealed what he did. Well... at least he'd have fond memories of them.
"I shouldn't have marked you without asking for your permission. It was an abhorrent act."
She didn't even react to what he'd said. No anger, no visible recoil, no grimaces. Nothing. The smile remained, though it seemed a bit dazed.
She was incredibly tired though she managed to respond.
"Okay... Perhaps there is an equivalent act in human culture of what you've just done?"
Of course. How had he already forgotten? In his panic he'd forgotten she was human, she didn't understand.
"... In human culture, I imagine the closest thing in magnitude of seriousness would be rape."
For all her tiredness, she managed to look incredibly pensive despite her droopy features. She reached some form of decision before sighing against his chest and cuddling even closer.
What?
"Well.. I don't feel particularly raped. If you raped me... well you did a pretty bad job. You can't rape the willing after all."
"This is not something to joke about, Jane."
Green eyes met his own. She had an amused smile on her face.
Did any of her reactions plan on making sense?
"I suppose it's not. But here's the thing, Saren. I liked it when you marked me... I like what it means too."
He could feel her planting soft kisses against his chest plates. She was playing with fire now, her speech already had his blood heated.
"I'm yours."
His fringe felt almost aflame as she said it, she was in dangerous territory now. He could feel his plates beginning to shift.
Valern. Valern. Valern.
What a powerful turn off he was.
"Of course you are."
Eyes rolling she gave him a smile filled with exasperated amusement.
"Now that's the Saren I know. If it is really bothering you, I know several ways you can make it up to me."
He was almost eager in his response. Judging by the slight smirk on her lips, she'd caught it.
Fuck.
"Go on."
"You'll call Nilia and tell her I won't be coming in for a week. My ass feels like a dreadnought decided to take a vacation inside it and never left. I won't even begin to describe how the rest of my body feels... Stop the smug look, asshole."
He couldn't help but give her a soft swat to the ass as she called him that. The only correct context for that word was a sexual one, not as an insult. It was to be used when describing what his cock or her fingers were doing to it. He had enjoyed her show until she had completely panicked.
It was purely a corrective measure.
... which was completely ineffective, as she had giggled in response and what an odd noise that was. He'd enjoy hearing it more often.
"I don't care what story you spin for her. Whether I died, and I'm currently being resurrected in a hidden lab... I'm needed to help fight a race of near-omnipotent AIs... I had an allergic reaction to dextro cum?.. I don't even know." He couldn't help but snort at her ideas, they were ridiculous.
"As long as she doesn't call my omnitool, you're good."
"Is that all you want, Jane?"
And it was a sincere question, she had asked very little of him. If anything, she was rewarding him by not going to work. She could stay here with him.
"Of course not. You'll be my servant for the week I'm off. I'll enjoy teaching you how to make levo food. You'll be a master at making human teas when I'm through with you, won't you, slave?"
He playfully pulled her into the water with him and gave her a passionate kiss.
He didn't want to hear anymore nonsense from her.
Even if some it was true.