Hey everyone! Finally Saren and Cira get some action! But that comes later. I'm doing a poll to see who actually reads these author's notes. Not that I would be mad if people don't, but I just want to know if I actually am talking to anyone. If not than I don't see a point in adding them to chapters. Anyway, If you read this author's note, please comment and say that you read the note. Thanks and enjoy chapter 5.

Nihlus gazed lazily out of the window that overlooked the courtyard in front of the apartment complex where the Spectres and their trainees stayed while on the station. It turns out that Raithius's emergency had only been a missing assault rifle, though seeing that he was practically in love with that rifle, in his mind it probably would qualify as something that required Nihlus's immediate attention. Of course the spectre wasn't too happy about Raithius interrupting his date with Cira, but it was done and he decided that he might as well help out with the search. They hadn't found the gun. Even though this was a station for Spectres, there were still civilians and there was still crime. Most likely the rifle had been stolen. Eventually Nihlus had given up, advising a broken-hearted Raithius to file a report if he really wanted it back. It was pretty late by the time he had made it back to his own apartment, but he knew that even if he wanted to sleep, it would not come. There were too many questions in his head; too many scenarios, ways his little plan could backfire.

He had noticed immediately that Saren reacted to Cira differently than he did to other humans. He was still pretty unpleasant toward her but he was surprisingly tolerant of the behaviors he would normally find infuriating. If she were anyone else, Nihlus was sure that Saren would have taken her head off by now. The fact that he hadn't intrigued Nihlus and he wanted to know what was so special about her. A few weeks ago when Saren had attacked Cira, something had happened between them and for a moment, he could almost sense Saren's arousal, though that might have just been his imagination. He had to be sure so he began courting Cira in an attempt to get a reaction out of his former mentor. But Saren's self control was one of the reasons, Nihlus held him in high respect. The only proof that Nihlus had been able to get was that Saren seemed a little more irritated than usual, and that wasn't much proof at all. In one final effort to get a reaction, before he had left Cira that afternoon, he had placed a scent on her. It wasn't common knowledge that Turians often used scents to mark those they were associated with, mates for example. There were a variety of scents one could leave and the one that was now on Cira, was meant to alert any other male Turians that Nihlus intended to claim her as his bond mate. Saren had to react to that…right?

The six deep gouges were left in the top of the desk where Saren had just raked his talons across it. It had not been two minutes since Cira had passed his room and entered her own. Even with the walls between them, he couldn't help but notice that something was different about her scent. She smelled like Nihlus; it was his bonding scent that permeated the air. Saren jumped up from his seat and began pacing around the room, growling quietly.

Why am I reacting like this? Why would I care what Nihlus's intentions were?

Because you want Cira. The thought of Nihlus bonding with her is infuriating.

I do not…

STOP DENYING IT! You may be able to fool everyone else around you but I AM you. I know what you are thinking and what you are feeling and I know that you care about your little yellow fringed human.

You think I love her?

You don't even know if you love her yet. How am I supposed to know. What makes me mad is that you know that you want to at least spend more time with her but you keep lying and making excuses to hide your true feelings. It's pathetic. If you can't even fight for her then maybe it's because you don't deserve her.

Cira sat on her bed tapping away on her omni-tool. Years of searching hadn't turned up anything on her parents and she wasn't likely to find anything now, but she had to keep trying. Jarot kept invading her mind; the drell friend that had disappeared so long ago. In fact, most of the friends that she'd had when she was young were drell and at one point or another she'd stopped seeing them around. Without getting access to the Spectre database, there wasn't much more she could do to find answers.

She shut the device down and dropped her head into her hands. Not knowing was killing her. Where had her parents gone to? Why had they just left her at Hailroy? The steady deposits into her bank account were enough to convince Cira that they hadn't completely abandoned her. But she hadn't been able to figure out where they were transferring the money from. Cira groaned into her palms wishing she had something to distract her. The door to her room slid open and she glanced up as her teacher entered.

"Saren, did you need something?"

He didn't hear her. He was too focused on her scent…Nihlus's scent. Saren let out an almost inaudible growl when he once again read the intent behind that smell.

I thought you weren't going to interfere.

I changed my mind.

I knew you would. How do you plan on going about this?

I'll start by letting Nihlus know that he has some competition.

"Saren! I asked if you needed something." Cira was glaring at him. She definitely wasn't in the mood to be ignored. He still didn't answer, but he turned around and entered the code to lock her door. When that was finished, he moved closer until he was right in front of her. Brown eyes shifted from showing annoyance to confusion as they stared back into his blue ones. Cira opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again, deciding to let him figure things out in his head.

It took him a minute to decide what action to take, but finally he placed one clawed hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back until she was lying on the bed with her legs hanging off the side. She closed her eyes for a moment, wondering what he came here to do, and not even daring to hope that it was what she wanted him to do.

Wait…what do I want him to do?

You don't know? I've got a pretty good idea.

Excuse me?

I mean, Nihlus is great, but we all know who you really want.

We? We who? Whatever, that's ridiculous.

You say that, yet you're getting all excited.

I am not!

Keep telling yourself that.

Cira felt the bed dip slightly and her eyes flew open to find that Saren had placed one knee beside her and his hands on either side of her head. For the length of one heartbeat they watched each other before he slowly leaned down, shifting onto his forearms and bringing his face closer to her until their foreheads were pressed together. He scanned her features, looking for a reaction, anger, fear, anything. He relaxed a bit when her eyelids lowered to half closed and she mouth hung slightly open. He slowed his breathing to match hers, inhaling when she exhaled and vise versa. It wasn't exactly an awkward moment, and it wasn't exactly a romantic moment, but being like this made Saren feel peaceful, something he hadn't felt for a while. He was content to stay like this as long as Cira permitted him to, and it was then that he noticed that her eyes had changed color again. This time they were gold again, only there were flecks of green spread throughout her irises. The flecks seemed to form patterns in his mind, almost like tiny constellations in an amber sky.

"How do you do that?"

She blinked a few times, as if hearing Saren's voice had broken some sort of spell that had been cast on her.

"Do what?"

"Change the color of your eyes."

In an instant, the gold and green disappeared, as if the color had been sucked into her pupils, leaving a dark grey in their place, before exploding back out again, only this time her eyes were mostly green with golden flecks dotting them.

"My eye color? My eyes are brown; they always have been."

"Never mind."

She obviously wasn't aware of the changing colors that Saren saw. That or she was lying which, as far as Saren could tell, she had no reason to. Or Saren was just imagining the colors… Either way, Cira was now starring up at him, with an expression he didn't even want to try to read. It was clear that that moment of peace had been lost. Maybe it was time to abort the mission.

Saren pushed himself into an upright position and backed toward the door. Cira sat up and watched him retreat, looking slightly pissed off. Saren unlocked the door and it slid open before him, but just as he was about to step out, Cira called to him.

"Is that it? Is that really all you came here to do? Or are you just too much of a coward to follow through with your original plan?"

Saren froze, shocked at her accusation. It angered him that she had finally gotten brave enough to actually insult him, but what made it worse was that she was right. He had come in here for a reason; to let Nihlus know that Cira didn't belong to him and that she never would. Why was he running now? This kind of thing was easy when it was with Asari dancers, or stress relief with fellow soldiers, or even complete strangers. But Cira didn't fit into any of those categories. If he went through with the original plan, everything would change between them. Things wouldn't just go back to normal in the morning. He didn't move, trying to decide whether to stay or leave when he heard Cira sigh.

"I guess Nihlus was right."

Saren waited for her to continue but when she didn't, he went ahead and asked.

"Right about what?"

Cira stood up and planted her hands on her hips.

"He told me that you are afraid to care about anything or anyone. He said that you push people away to protect yourself because you don't want to get hurt again. He was right, wasn't he?"

Saren whirled around and stalked back into the room, allowing the door to slide closed again.

"That pup knows nothing about me."

Cira smirked, "He knows more than you realize. Who is really acting the pup right now?"

He snarled and lunged at her, knowing that he was only proving her point, but not taking the time to care. Cira didn't dodge, didn't try to deflect him. She simply let him shove her back onto the bed. He crawled on top of her, effectively pinning her down. She gazed up at him for a moment before bringing her hand up to rest her palm against his mandible.

"What are you so afraid of? What people will think of you if they knew you were with a human? That's none of their business and if it helps than we don't have to tell anyone. I'm tired of lying to myself and to Nihlus. I want you Saren, and if you want me, there is nothing stopping you so is there really any reason for you to run?"

He growled lightly, considering her statement. There were lots of reasons to run, but none of them mattered anymore. His path was chosen and he wouldn't turn back.

"No."

The young woman beneath him grinned and the hand that was resting against his face slid around to the back of his neck, pressing down gently and trying to pull him even closer. At first, he resisted out of instinct, but he forced himself to relax. This was happening, whatever 'this' was. The only thing he was still sure of was that there was no way he would let Cira lead; at least not easily.

He wound his talons into her hair and pulled lightly, forcing her to tilt her head back, exposing her neck. He leaned in and flicked his tongue out to taste the pale skin there. Cira sighed and settled in, content to let him control things for now. She knew that he needed the comfort of being able to keep things under control. Besides, they could work on dominance play later. He licked a trail from her collar bone to her ear then retraced the path nipping her gently. While this was going on, he kept his hands busy with pulling her shirt up. Cira pushed against his chest, signaling him to sit up so she could pull the tank top over her head and toss it on the floor.

Her bra came next. It clasped in the front and Saren had a difficult time undoing it with his talons. In the end, Cira had to get it herself to save it from being ripped off. Once those barriers were removed, Saren pushed her back down, running his tongue down her sternum and between her breasts. He had some experience with the fleshy mounds from the few Asari he had slept with, but he wasn't sure if humans were similar; he would find out soon enough. He slowly circled his tongue around one nipple while he pinched the other one lightly with his talons.

From the way Cira moaned and arched into his touch, he figured he was on the right track. Cira gazed at him suspiciously as he continued his ministrations.

"I didn't think you knew anything about humans."

"I don't. I'm working from my knowledge of Asari."

"Well that's not fair. I don't have any comparable experiences."

"Never tried Turian?"

"I wanted to; I just never got around to it. I don't suppose you'd be willing to educate me on Turian anatomy?"

"No. I'd like to enjoy that slight advantage for now."

"Asshole."

He continued playing with those hard little pebbles for a while longer, but when he began moving further down, Cira stopped him.

"I don't quite like being at your mercy. I put up with that enough during the day to let it happen in bed. Get off of me."

Saren growled deep in his chest. "I thought nothing was keeping me from taking what I want."

"The situation changed. Get over it. I know; why don't we cuddle. You've cuddled before right?"

When he didn't answer, Cira pushed against him, coaxing him onto his side. Cira turned so that she was facing him and they just stared at each other for a moment.

"Saren, you're supposed to put an arm over my waist."

"I could do that. Or I could finish what I was doing before."

"I don't want that. Not now anyways. If you try, I'll be forced to fight you off."

"An interesting idea."

"We'll file that away for another time."

"Agreed."

"Ahem… Arm, waist, cuddling. Get with the program Saren."

He did as she asked, draping an arm over her and pulling her closer. She rested her head against his chest and he instinctively tightened his grip on her.

Cira sighed contentedly. "I'll have to turn you into a proper lover."

"You can try."

She smiled, though he couldn't see. "Challenge accepted."

After that she was silent and a minute later, Saren could hear her breathing even out; steadied by sleep. He leaned his head forward to press his mouth plates against the top of her head. This definitely wasn't the original plan. That plan involved more writhing and moaning; mostly from Cira's end. No, this wasn't the plan.

But for now, it was enough.

Sorry if that seemed rushed or crappy or anything. This is the second sort of sex scene that I have written so if anyone does read these author's notes, please, please review. This is the time to let me know if there is anything I can do to write this better. I don't want to be writing crappy sex scenes that nobody enjoys. Thanks and I hope you enjoyed !