Once they are away from the Embassies, their entire demeanor changes, her hand dips into the back pocket of his jeans, cupping his ass.
He at least waits until they are on the lift before slamming her against the glass.
His mouth comes down hard on hers and he smiles with the thought that it will be swollen later as she kisses him back with as much force; if not more.
He grabs her thighs, lifting her up to get rid of the slight height difference.
He growls as she bites down on his lower lip then moans when she draws it into her mouth.
Her muscular thighs pull him tighter as she leaves his mouth and runs her lips over the stubble of his scalp.
"I've missed you," he sighs into her shoulder.
"You've been on the Citadel for three weeks and you couldn't come see me?" He asks as he meets her eyes noting they've shifted to a nearly translucent green indicating her state of arousal.
She kisses him again, slower this time before answering.
"I was too busy trying to stay out of the brig? Using a mission to extract personal revenge for a friend…even the Alliance frowns upon that bit," she says airily.
He tightens his arm around her waist, earning a squeak from her before he lets her down, "Are you hungry?"
She sinks her teeth into his nipple through his shirt.
"Food, Adan, are you hungry for …."he gasps through the pain.
He is silenced when she shoves him against the door, a hand at his zipper while the other hits the stop button of the elevator just as she swallows him.
"People will see us," he protests before his head falls back making a ringing thud as it hit the doors.
"Wow, still shy, Declan?" Her breath is so damn hot on him.
"We're more than a hundred stories up. No one looks up this high," she smiles against him.
His reply dies on his lips when she returns to her ministration and put her hands in motion as well.
His earlier protests are forgotten as he begins fucking her mouth in earnest.
He tears the thin elastic from her hair, fisting it to guide her.
"Close," he groaned.
Shit he thinks as she pulls his balls down; halting his climax and restarts the elevator.
"You have to be fucking kidding me," he moans as she slows down to match the leisurely pace of the elevator, then speeds up as the elevator announces their impending arrival.
"We're going to get caught," he tries to push her away.
She hums around his length and pulls away just enough to answer.
"Then shut the fuck up and come, DeClan."
He obliges her.
Slamming down her throat while she laughs around him, finally releasing his nuts as the elevator jerks once before settling.
It is on the final ding, it's hiss matches his own as he empties himself down her throat, eventually filling her mouth.
He watches as her cheeks puff and his seed emerges to ghost down her chin.
Standing, she he closes his jeans and cards a hand through her tangles hair before using a finger to catch the overage.
He shakes his head as she sashays out the elevator, cleaning her lips and finger nonchalantly as if nothing has happened.
"Damn, I've missed that woman," he says to no one in particular, jogging to catch up with her with a grin on his lips.
They end up at a café down on one of the lower wards.
He orders steak, rice pilaf, asparagus with a glass of pinot noir; she a huge greasy double cheeseburger with bacon, onions and mushrooms, an order of nacho fries and a double old fashioned chocolate cherry milk shake.
They are definitely the odd couple.
He with his delicate, five star manners and her with grease, juice and melted cheese from the burger running down her wrists.
She demolishes in a short time, especially considering that the burger is a five pound monster all the while shoving fries in her mouth between gulps of the shake.
She has finished her entire meal and is indulging in the café's crème brûlée by the time he'd finishes his own meal.
"I see you still have those prissy manners. How the hell can you enjoy your food when you have to take so long to get to it?" She fusses as she collects the last of the dessert from the ramekin with her finger.
"I enjoy it the same way you enjoyed your liquid diet on the elevator, by letting the flavor sit on my tongue, instead of muddling around in my mouth," he answers while cleaning his mouth with the napkin he'd folded in his lap earlier.
"I'll remember not to muddle your delicate tongue in the future," she answers dryly.
He pays for their meal and is rising from the table when what she said struck him.
"What do you mean by that?" He knows she never makes idle threats; ever, as he hauls her up by her wrist.
She ignores the tightening of his hand and walks away, ultimately dragging him with her.
The Citadel is well into the night cycle and the slight breeze lifts her hair into a banner that trails behind her and into his face.
"Adan, what did you mean by that?" He repeats, releasing her wrist when she rotates it slowly, a subtle warning.
"Nothing at all," she deftly changes the subject, "So how is she doing?"
He's stopped in his tracks.
In their years together, since they'd found out a little too late that they were related; twins to be exact, she's never once asked about their mother.
"She was worried, about Akuze…" he starts then stops.
There it is; her eyes tighten at the corners, it's the slightest indication that it bothers her-that she believes their mother doesn't care about her.
He lifts her chin and plants a soft kiss on her lips, "And Torfan. She even mentioned that he did a hell of a job with you. Well, your biotics to be exact."
He decides to push the issue.
"Haven't you ever wanted to know why she took me instead?" He follows her gaze across the still lake.
He smiles as she rolls her shoulders before tossing her hair back and he really wants to tell her that, that movement is something that their mother does as well.
"No, I needed to be with dad. I know my biotics scare her. She'd always hoped that ... she didn't want a biotic child. I just think she should have considered that before popping her knees for the Berserker," her voice is light but the look in her eyes say otherwise.
She leans into him, a hand going to his ass; "Let's continue this somewhere else, like at my place, naked?"
Her eyes close as he runs a hand over her cheek, thumb stroking across her lower lip.
He can't stop the hiss that escapes him as she nips the pad of skin.
"Can I get a rain check? If I go home with you tonight…."he says quietly.
She nods, "I'll take that as a compliment and I know; it's always work first play later with you. Know this, If I don't see you tomorrow night, then don't expect to see me on the third."
He receives no kiss.
It's punishment for declining tonight - at least that is his thought until the familiar scent of burnt eezo envelopes him as he's lifted and dragged to her.
She catches him with her lips saying, "I always keep my promises."
She releases him on the step below breaking the kiss.
"Which promise would that be?" He asks lacing his hands behind his back.
He knows if he touches her it will be all over, he won't stop and they'll end up in bed tonight, tomorrow and the next.
"Always kiss me good night, remember?" She winks at him then disappears up the stairs, leaving him with a smile so big he feel as if his face will crack.