Hi! Just wanted to let you know that I'm moving my schedule to upload every sunday. I'm transfering jobs and life gets overwhelmed a bit nowadays, but I still want to give you the best chapters I can. I worked on this one for far too long, but I needed to nail it... Thank you for reading, and I really hope you like this chapter too! :) 3
The apartment was swimming in the light of the space station, with a cold colour of blue and a hint of purple. It seemed they were in the middle of the universe as the light reflected on the metal walls. Jane's fingers ran through the surface of the king size bed as she made her way to the windows, looking out, separated only by a wall from the turian who was at the bar in the kitchen. She touched the glass wall, feeling like she was holding the Citadel in her hands. She looked at the skyscrapers, the incoming spaceships, the light of the stars cutting through the distant ring of the Presidium.
She heard his heavy steps on the tile as he came up to her from behind, slowly, calmly. She saw his arm from the corner of her eye reaching in front of her, a glass held in his giant, sharp, black talons. She looked down at the golden drink and took it from him. She turned halfway to see him join her, a drink of blue hue in his hand.
He looked at her face, swimming in the light. She was deep in thought, he could see, her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. They were glowing like blue jewels, like a silent light in the night. There was something in the air. A heavy silence, an unspoken feeling lingering within, pressing down on them. But the rhythm of her heart was calm, just like her expression. They came so far, from Virmire and the Citadel to all the corners of the galaxy, driven by a cycle of madness and darkness. War was what connected them, and now they were here, alone in the clean silence of this dark apartment.
He raised his glass clinking it to hers, silently toasting.
She raised the drink to her mouth, taking a sip, not removing her eyes from him the whole time. All of her attention was his: her body turned to him, only a feet away, her eyes waiting for him to drink. And he did, slowly, and when he was done and removed the glass from his mouth, he took hers as well. He turned around without giving a sound and placed the drinks on the nightstand, then turned back to her.
She was still looking at him without saying a word. His black robe fitted him like it was made for him, telling her of his muscles, the raw strength in his body. And he was looking at her too, with a silent hunger, one that is within the eyes of a predator. She was wearing a red dress that melted onto her figure, accentuating her waist.
She reached an arm up, slowly placing her delicate hand on his chest, feeling the soft texture of his robe with her fingers. They travelled up toward his collar, up his neck and onto his jaw. They ran along his right mandible, tracing the scars on his plates, covering the cold blue light of the cybernetics. His jaw sank into her palm with ease, his blue eyes beaming into hers.
She was studying his face, deeper than she ever did before.
Every crack on his silverish plates made it more perfect the more she looked at him. His strong cheeks, his anterior fringes gave him features she never saw before on any man. Even how the shadows fell on his face was somewhat eerie, dark, graceful. He seemed to her like a dark dream, a dream she always lived. She understood now how she remembered this face for years, how it made an impact on her back on Virmire. It was in his eyes.
And as she looked into these eyes did she realize how close they were to each other. How his arm wrapped around the small of her back, slowly with a touch so gentle it could barely be felt. But as his talons touched her waist, he pulled her to himself, not ever planning to let go. His palm ran up on her back, up her spine and into her hair. She was closer and closer to him by the second, swallowed up in his embrace.
And the closer she got, the stronger her scent was. That sweet cherry scent, now lingering all around him, making his mind go blank. He held her still, pressed to him with his one hand, and reached up his other arm to her neck. He tossed her hair to the side and leaned in, breathing in her scent, causing her to shiver as his mandible touched the soft skin on her neck. His fingers moved to her collarbone, lightly descending down to her chest, following her curves and the texture of the dress. And she arched her back for him, melting against him. That hand slowly moved down to her hip, gripping her soft flesh without ripping the fabric. Her body moved against him in a way he never felt anyone move like before, filling him with a hunger he never knew was in him. Her hands were at his neck, wrapped around him, stroking the back of his head that started a low, quiet growl in his chest.
Their eyes met once again, looking for each other, searching.
He held her in his arms, tight, and as their foreheads touched for a brief moment, he leaned down to her, taking her lips with his. They joined in a kiss that was deep and passionate, shaking both of them as they went, turning around. Their minds went void of reason and they buried themselves in the moment. He pressed her to the glass wall, hard, reaching under her legs to pick her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His talons moved to her thighs to sink his claws into her flesh, causing her to hiss from the pain. He sent kisses down her neck, and as he opened his eyes, for a brief moment he looked through the glass, at the space station. She was breathing for him with the universe behind her back, and he realized he no longer saw the darkness in the view. He only saw the passion in her eyes, crying for more contact.
She was perfect in every way a woman could ever be for him.
And her body was screaming for him, his touch, his kiss, she burned for him with a fire. She pressed her arms to the glass, pushing them away, and as he took a step back, his legs hit the side of the bed. He went with the flow and he sat down on it, with her still in his lap. She rose up and pushed him down hard, making him lie down on the sheets. He reached up and pulled her down to him, turning as they went, so now he was on top of her. But she resisted, pushing him down again, and they rolled as they fought for control, sharing smiles and kisses, merging together shamelessly.
And this time, he let her win.
He laid on his back, raising her to sit, pushing up on the fabric of the dress on her thighs. She reached down, and as she crossed her arms she grabbed the fabric, pulling it up on her body, completely removing it and leaving it fall to the floor. He sighed in amazement, a predatory, dark, seductive growl escaping from his chest. His hand reached up to touch her skin, that silk he could not compare to anything in the world. She looked at him, her eyelids heavy from the fire inside her heart, but sparkling in blue. A small, mischievous smile lit up her face, and as she tilted her head to the side looking at him watching her curves, her bright red hair fell on her shoulders. She undone his robe, slowly, in such a sensual way that drove him crazy. But he didn't move, just watched her in all her glory, conquering him. She was confident, graceful, taking over his senses, driving his hands up her waist. All that war, fight, violence in her lifestyle made sense as he saw her rise above him like a queen. She was a predator too, finding her equal in him.
And she belonged to him, and only him.
He finally reached up and buried himself in her curves, worshipping her body with every touch. She sighed from the sensation, easing in his arms and burning under his touch. They kissed, their tongues meeting in a dance of heat, their bodies melting together as he pressed her down to the bed after removing the rest of their clothes, towering over her, devouring her with all his might.
She was giving herself happily to him.
And so he took her, and with such a fever that crashed both of them down. He made her his own with every move, merging with her, letting go of himself. She was burying her nails in his soft skin, scratching his plates as he moved. Her body arched under him, and he played on it like an instrument. She was gasping for air from the heat, singing about the passion that took over her. His instincts went in a frenzy, driving him to the edge of insanity.
Jane wanted to scream, but she raised her hand to cover her mouth. He immediately reached up and pinned her hands above her head, hard, to stop her.
"No!" he commanded. He moved faster and deeper with every second, and the blood rushed into her cheeks as she looked at him. "Let it out..." he growled.
His voice was liquid metal in her ears. She felt his talons behind her head, holding her, his muscles tense as he gave himself to her. And she screamed for him. He lifted her up by her waist, letting her wrap her arms around him, push him down, take over him a second after. Her hair fell in his vision, blurring the world and leaving only the sensation of their union with him.
As they looked at one another, they found something in each other. A dark impulse, deep down. She wrapped her fingers around his neck, squeezing it, that brought him to the precipice of pleasure. There was something in her eyes that could not be seen, heard or described, but he knew that he took it from her. A part of her had already lived in him, and he had somehow given a part of him to her too.
From the moment they met, back on Virmire, they were never the same. Everything was leading him here, to her, and she fought to reach him, all this time.
Her nails started to slowly dig into the soft skin on his neck, almost drawing blood. That meant only one thing.
Her eyes beamed with the unspeakable question.
His heart exploded.
"Caught you..." she moaned with a heated smile, aching for him. He reached up in agreement, moving, turning them to push her under him with a speed he never did before in his entire life.
And with one swift move he sank his teeth in her neck, at the same time he felt her fingers flexing, her strong nails tearing into his skin. It was the moment where time stopped for them.
"Saren..." she moaned, screamed for him, her voice ringing around him. Her back arched from the pleasure as she accepted him, and left her own mark on him. In her passion she clawed in so deep, a drop of his blue blood dropped on her chest, marking their alliance. Her scream was husky, satisfying, a melody of seduction in his ears as their bodies collided one more time, at the peak of their love.
They bonded.
And they looked into each other's eyes, their fate sealed.
Like it had always been.
And all of the suffering, pain, Sovereign, the Reapers, Leviathan, Indoctrination… they all made sense now. The darkness that buried them had lived inside of them. And it was within where it was the darkest.
They kissed again, and again, completely lost in time.
The party was an absolute hit.
Chaos ensued as their Commander left the crew, and they realized that they could not stop. That shameless party that Garrus mentioned a while ago was in the making right now: they let all of their fears and worries behind and just let go.
"Oh my!" screamed Tali, barely being able to breathe from laughter "Garrus, what is that dancing?" she laughed.
"Yeah, even I can do better than that!" teased Joker who was doing his best to fake dancing near the bar. Everyone was down there, dancing and laughing, mostly at Garrus.
"You only mock me because Shepard isn't here!" the turian laughed back at them "You'd see her dancing, and you'd never question my moves again!"
"Is she that bad?" asked Traynor, halfway between two moves.
"There's only one thing that Shepard can't do" Liara started "And that is dancing! If she'd try to kill the reapers with her moves... this war would be over now!"
They all laughed.
"Wait, where is she?" Traynor realized.
Cherries?
When Jane removed the fruit bowl from the fridge she was a bit confused. She was standing in Saren's kitchen with the sheets wrapped around her body, just looking into the fridge out of curiosity, but she'd never think to find human food there. She smiled, closed the door and made her way back to him to the bed.
Saren was sitting in his bed with his back to the wall. He was swimming in the blue light of the Citadel, a small, dark smile sitting on his face, a cigarette in his hand.
"So, you found the cherries" he purred. Jane came closer and climbed on the bed, slowly leaving behind the sheet that wrapped around her. She sit down in front of him as she bit into one cherry, feasting her eyes on his magnificent body.
"Why would you even have human fruit in here?" she asked with a smile.
"Your scent is very similar to them" he told the truth, a dark passion in his eyes "I thought you might like them."
She laughed quietly, crawling closer to him. "How do you even know I smell like cherries?"
"There is a fruit on Palaven with a very similar scent. It's called kiraz. The extranet did the rest of the job." he took a puff from the cigarette as he finished, turning his head. She looked at the mark on his neck, and it made her bite her bottom lip. She placed the cherries down and climbed in his lap, letting him stroke her thighs with his talons.
"Give me" she commanded, and he gave her the cigarette. She took a puff too, and exhaled towards the ceiling. She felt his mandibles on her collarbone, his strong hands on hers, twisting her hand to take the smoke back.
He took another puff and the smoke moved up in the air, hugging his face. She followed the smoke with her eyes, her gaze ending up on the wall.
"What a collection" she sighed, looking at the many firearms propped on the wall. There was even a sword, quite a big and heavy one, and it looked a thousand years old. "And I just came in here with you..." she teased with a smile "You have enough guns to obliterate me in a second!"
"Nah" Saren purred into her neck "I have other plans with you... " he kissed her, tickling her in the process and she laughed out. "Although all of them are loaded."
"I thought so.."
"Do you know what you've gotten yourself into?" he asked, digging his talons into her hair. He still found it fascinating how it behaved, how tousled it became and somehow it still looked better than ever.
"What do you mean?"
"Bonding with me."
She had been with men before, but simply none of them interested her really, seriously, like he did. They were all boring. No one could give her what she wanted, no one came even close to him. Obviously she could not tell him that, his ego was big enough as is. But she was fully aware of her decision of bonding with him, and she was fully aware of the power she held over him.
She looked into his eyes with a confident, determined expression. "I doomed myself. Just like you did."
His mandibles parted in a giant, dark smile. His blue eyes sparkled from satisfaction as he recognized his own pervertedness in her words.
He grabbed her waist, moving his hands up her body, luring her closer to him. She was his. He kissed her soft skin, driving his tongue up on her neck. He charmed her like a snake.
That was exactly his plan. But as he turned his head, he forgot everything.
"Jane..." he sighed.
"Mmm?" she purred, eased at his touch.
"Jane!"
His voice was worrying, like an alarm, and his hands wrapped around her, sitting her down on the bed. She turned her head to where he was looking. And as she looked through the window, she saw it too.
In the distance, a black, metal claw appeared in the stars, covering the upper wards completely. A beam of red light burned, a laser of a reaper cut through space, right into the Citadel.