Sparatus stopped at the closed door of his home, moving head closer, just able to make out the thumping beats of music coming from inside. It was a frequent situation for him whenever Shepard was home with Cassius. It meant that Shepard was in the kitchen cooking dinner and Cassius in his highchair playing with the messiest toy possible that he could get his little talons on. He missed them both so much when they were gone but when Shepard gave him the news that she was on shore leave for three weeks, while the Normandy underwent some much needed maintenance, he couldn't have been more delighted.
He walked into his home, placing his briefcase on a shelf by the door and shedding his outer coat. He smiled when the music quietened down and his wife's happy voice floated in from the kitchen. "I think I hear, daddy." He heard her coo at Cassius. His son's happy trills joined the noise to greet him home. He rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, immediately gifting a kiss to his wife.
"Come here." Shepard pulled her husband closer for a long lingering kiss. "We are going on a date tonight."
"Oh." He drawled out as his hand slid down his wife's back to cup her backside. "Is it a no underwear date?" He whispered suggestively in her ear. That was their code for sex in public places.
Shepard squealed as he nipped at the top of her ear. She pushed him away so she could continue making dinner for Cassius. "Go and see your son, pest!"
Cassius trilled loudly when he saw his father approach him, banging his toy excitedly against his highchair. "Pah..da, Pahda." He squealed, much to the surprise of his parents.
Both of his parents gasped as Cassius continued to babble. "Lexi, he called me, Pahda." He cried before turning back to his son. "That's right son, I'm your Pahda." Sparatus picked his son up, holding him to his chest. Cassius' happy vibrations warmed his heart. "Now, where's your Mahda?"
Cassius looked at his father as if he were pondering the question. He looked around quickly, when his eyes fell on Shepard he squealed, holding his arms out to her. Shepard took him in her arms, kissing his crest. "Does Mahda get a kiss?" She puckered her lips and Cassius pressed his mouth to hers, making her laugh. "Oh I love you, my boy." She felt so maternal towards Cassius even though he had only been living with them for 3 months, he had completely stole her heart. "I wonder if he knows how much we love him."
"He does. He subharmonics almost purr with happiness, especially when he has you around."
"I'm a lucky woman. I've got a sexy Turian husband and a beautiful Turian baby."
Sparatus held his wife and son close. "I think I'm the lucky one."
"I love you." Shepard whispered, caressing his face with a tender hand.
"I love you, too." He kissed her gently, breathing in her floral scent. He took Cassius in his arms and walked over to his highchair. "I'll feed him while you change."
"Any colour preference?" She asked as she backed out of the kitchen.
"Surprise me." Sparatus chuckled as he secured Cassius in the chair. "Who's looking after him?" He asked her as he gave Cassius his dinner.
"My mum is coming over with Adrien. They want to spend time their grandson." She called back already halfway upstairs.
When Shepard finally reappeared all glam, both Hannah and Adrien were sitting in the living room with Cassius. It was then she noticed a huge Blasto plushie on the sofa. "What the hell is that?"
Hannah nudged Adrien with her elbow, giving him a knowing look. "I bought my grandson a gift. As his grandmother, I'm allowed to spoil him."
"Why does it have to be Blasto?" She questioned, narrowing her eyes at her mother. "It's three times the size of him." Shepard hated Blasto but her anger was short lived when Cassius snuggled himself down on it, getting lost in the tentacles. "Damn you, mother."
"Just take your husband and have fun." Hannah practically shooed them both out of the door. "Oh, booked you a hotel and there's an overnight bag already there."
Both husband and wife stood side by side in the lift. "So…." Sparatus started. "Is it a no panties date?"
"You have hands, so find out for yourself." She teased.
"Don't need to. We have a hotel room for a night of uninterrupted sex." Sparatus turned to admire his wife and a low growl escaped him. "You look absolutely delicious."
Shepard's body heated up under his intense gaze. He could make her knees weak and leave her in a panting mess in seconds. "Do you fancy playing a game tonight?"
"What kind of game?" He asked, curious to what she was planning.
"I found a club on the Citadel where you have to wear masks. You be Decian and I'll be Alexandra meeting for the first time."
"And who does the approaching?"
"We'll see what happens. We go our separate ways first and see how long it takes for us to ending up fucking in the bathroom."
"Fuck, I am loving this idea." He groaned. "Can't wait to see those men going crazy over you."
After a short taxi ride, they found themselves at the club putting on masks. Shepard picked a small sparkly silver one that covered her eyes, to match her glittery high heels. Sparatus picked a midnight blue mask since Shepard loved that colour on him. With a quick smirk to each other, they went their separate ways in the club. They had a code word so they could identifying each other should the need to.
Shepard made her way to the bar, hearing the appreciate noises and comments from a party of men she had to walk past. It didn't take long for her to work out what kind of club it was. It was a place for people looking for anonymous sex. She could have enjoyed a club like that before she was married, but she had an incredible relationship and a fantastic sex life with her husband. No one could give her what he did. She looked around the bar at various groups and couples. She wondered where Sparatus was when she spotted him talking to a woman, well being talked at. He looked bored. She figured she'd make him wait for a while, then she'd switch things up. A human male took a seat on her left, his eyes roving over her body.
"Now what is smoking hot bird like you, doing in this shithole?" He asked with a deep English accent.
"Looking for the ride of my life." She replied, taking a sip of her drunk as her eyes spied a Turian moving to her right side.
"Any preference on species?" He asked as his eyes lingered a little too long on her chest.
"As long as he's got and a cock and he knew where to put it, I'm not fussy."
The Turian rested his arm on the bar behind her back so he could move closer. "Ever had a Turian?"
"I've had many a Turian. Apparently, I fuck like a bitch in heat." It was a lie that she'd had many Turians. Sparatus was the only alien she'd ever been with. The comment about a bitch in heat was true and she didn't appreciate the comment.
The Human moved closer, not wanting to miss out. "I bet you're a kinky one."
"I am, but my husband stifles my need for filth." She pouted. "All I want is to screw any man who asks. Is that so much to ask?"
"So why don't we go upstairs and play?" The Human was practically on top of her and she didn't like it.
"I'm not that easy." She pushed him away. "I want a man to chase me until he's begging on his knees."
The bar man interrupted behind her, putting a cocktail on the bar. "You Cassius?" He grumbled.
"I am. What is this?"
"It's from that smug ass Turian over in the corner."
Shepard took the drink and turned to the man in question. She slid off the stool and strolled away, much to the annoyance of the two men next to her. She sat next to the "Smug ass Turian" and took a sip of the cocktail her bought for her. "Is that seat taken?"
"It is now." He purred. "What's your name, beautiful?"
"Alexandra. You?"
"Decian. What brings you here?" His hand grazed her thigh, making her shiver with anticipation.
"My husband doesn't understand my needs. I'm a bit addicted to sex."
"It's amusing really. My wife doesn't understand my needs either." His hand moved higher, under the fabric of her dress. "I have a Human fetish, especially ones of the raven haired temptress kind."
"Do you like my tits or something." She smirked, leaning to give him a better view. "I bet I can guess what you're thinking."
"Oh do tell me, my delectable beauty."
"You're thinking how much you'd love to get your cock between my tits."
"That is just one thing I'd like to do to you."
Shepard lifted her legs and swung them over, so they stretched over his lap. "Why don't you do one of those things now."
He knew she was very serious, and he hated to disappoint. His fingers probed at her sex, teasing the pink folds just enough to get a reaction from her. "You Humans are so expressive." He hummed, teasing her more.
"We are when we get what we want." She let a sinful, breathy moan when he slid a talon inside of her. They were both aware that anyone could guess what they were doing, but everyone was so concerned with getting what they wanted, they wouldn't care about two people getting over friendly in a dark corner. Shepard really struggled to contain the heavy groan in her throat when he caught that spot inside her, teasing it with a blunt talon. "We need to take this somewhere else. I can't wait any longer." She was close to a climax and there was no chance of her keeping quiet.
"Follow me." He growled kissing her greedily as he guided her through to the back of the club into the filthiest part of the Citadel that no one likes to admit to. Thankfully, no one was around at that time. Their lips never parted as Sparatus continued to back her down the alley towards some crates. The lower fabric of Shepard's dress pooled around her waist, completely exposed to the Citadel air. Her flesh was marked with red lines from Sparatus eagerly kneading her flesh. They darted behind the crates, shielding themselves from anyone who might enter the alley.
Shepard pulled away from his lips, her hands immediately going to waist, impatiently pulling at the fabric and yanking it free from his hips. With his cock in her hands, she caught his lips again to stifle his groans as she lazily stroked him. "How badly do you want to bend me over these crates?" She whispered against his lips.
"Very." He groaned as her hand massaged his length.
She pushed him away, smirking when a mournful sound escaped him. She turned away from him, bending herself over the crates, her hands firmly gripping the metal rods that surrounded the edge. "I am soaking wet and ready for that massive Turian cock." She purred. She gasped, licking her lips when he forced her legs apart.
She really was temptress. He had no idea how he managed to maintain his control when faced with such a sexually confident woman. He teased at her pink folds with the tip of his cock, enjoying the power he had over her. He inched himself into her with an almost maddening slowness. He would never get bored of the sensation from being inside her fully, but when she flexed her vaginal muscles an almost animalistic mood took over. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of her and yanked her back against him and the other hand went to her throat. "You are wicked in ways I can't describe." He snarled into her ear. He let go of her hair and snaked it under her dress, his talons grazing her sensitive skin of her stomach leaving their mark before travelling upwards to her breasts, palming at the soft flesh.
Without warning, he moved with a brutal pace, fucking her with the energy of Quasar. His talons were digging more and more into her neck with each pace, but it only added to the pleasure she was feeling. His whispered things in her ear that would make Asari prostitutes blush, but she loved it. So lost she was that it took a few seconds to realise that his talon was teasing her clit, no doubt to make sure she climaxed first, which meant he was close to the edge. She could feel it, that scream that seemed to start from a groin and shoot it's way up to explode out her mouth. She was beyond caring if any one heard. Her whole body was on fire, every blood vessel felt like it would burst. Her body shivered and she could no longer support herself on her own legs. She came with short ragged breaths, blinded by the stars that burst in front of her eyes.
Her body felt heavier in his arms and he knew that she had orgasmed. He could feel it, smell it and it got him closer to the edge. His teeth found the supple skin of her neck and he sunk them down in her flesh and let go. He forcefully pushed her down over the crate, sinking his talons in her hips and snapped her back to meet each thrust. He came with a feral, rumbling roar as he spilled his load into her. Unable to hold himself up any longer, he collapsed against her back. Their ragged panting breaths mingled with each other as they kissed lazily and without any real success.
Sparatus was the first move as he stood back up and gently pulled himself out of her. Shepard gingerly moved as if she was worried she might collapse again. At some point in the encounter their masks had fallen off and lay discarded on the floor.
Sparatus caught her as she stumbled, still feeling a little dizzy. "Are you ok?" He asked lovingly as he straightened out her dress and push her hair away from her face.
"Oh, I am more than ok." She laughed, leaning into him as the made their way out the alley. "How I love a no panties date."
He chuckled as he tenderly kissed her forehead. "I said you were wicked."
"I know, so let's go back to that hotel room, order some room service."
"And then what?" He asked, his voice laced with intent.
"Then we fuck each other until dawn." She replied with a devious grin. "Oh I'm bleeding."
"Oh shit." He looked at the bright red blood pooling over her shoulder. "We can clean it up in the hotel room.
It was lunch time when the couple made it home to their son. They joked about staying another night, but they ultimately agreed that they missed Cassius and wanted to get home to him. Since they only had 2 weeks left before they'd have to leave Sparatus behind, they wanted all the family moments they could get.
It was a good night and they were glad they got a few hours alone together. They ate, had a lot of sex, talked about their future and watched awful movies. They loved Cassius and adore the time they spent with him, but they needed a balance between parents and couple. Even more so before they expanded their family with more children.
They walked in the door to find Cassius playing with Adrien and Tarquin on the floor. The young boy showing his grandfather and uncle a lump of dough that he was so proud of. "There's my boy." Shepard cooed.
Cassius trilled excitedly and toddled over to his mother, laughing as she whisked him up into her arms. "Mahda." He cried happily, burying his face into her hair.
"Pahda has present for you." She turned to her husband and nearly lost grip of her son as he dived for the Turian chocolate his father held.
Hannah appeared from the kitchen. "Just in time, lunch is ready." They moved to the kitchen and while the others sat, Hannah dished up lunch, giving the ever hungry Cassius his first.
"When did you get in, little brother." Shepard asked Tarquin as she tucked into her food.
"Last night." He replied between mouthfuls. "I'm being deployed to Earth as soon as the call comes in."
"It's good to see you looking fit and well again." Shepard was fond of Tarquin and she had quickly fallen into a big sister role.
Tarquin loved having Shepard as a sister. He'd learnt so much from her and they'd grown close. It had been him and his father so long it felt good being part of a big family again. "To the future." He raised him glass and the others joined.
"And to this unique but perfectly ordinary family." Shepard added. Something they all agreed on.
