Ok this is my first complete sex scene so please don't hate me if it's horrible.

The spot beside him was vacant when Saren woke the next morning. A quick scan of the room revealed Cira, seated at her desk hunched over a pile of wires, connectors and other tech scraps. She was humming a tune that he was certain originated from Salarian culture, but with a few human elements added in. He rose from the bed, absently wondering how she had gotten up without him noticing. He crept up behind her, examining her closely. Her hair was pulled back and restrained with an elastic band, making it all too easy for him to notice that she hadn't replaced any of the clothing that had been removed the night before.

He purred appreciatively as he took in the gentle curve of her shoulders, and the way the light from her lamp cast a golden glow on her smooth skin; unscarred by war but covering a heart torn and broken by the emotional pain of her past. She was strong, in a way; in her way. But it was not the kind of strength needed by a Spectre.

A scientist, not a soldier.

Saren leaned over her shoulder, fighting to keep his eyes from drifting to her very exposed chest.

"What are you working on?"

"The BE-P-M 9. Watching you use that last one made me realize that whoever designed that thing was an idiot. It's a walking stick! Who the hell came up with the idea of making it a walking stick? That was probably the worst idea ever. There's also the issue of draining the user's energy to the point where it endangers their lives, but I'll fix that too."

"That was a useful tool. If it were more…"

"No, no, no, it wasn't useful. Designing it as something you need to hold takes away the use of one of your hands. What if you needed that hand to shoot or punch someone in the face? I guess you could just hit them with the stick but that might damage it… unless it was made sturdy enough, which the one that you used wasn't. Anyways, I'm designing this one as an implant. It will stick into the back of the neck; near a previously implanted biotic amp; a convenient location but still inconspicuous, so no invasive surgeries will be required. I also have to locate and go over the test results for the BE-P-M 8 to see what the health risks could be connected to. It will take some time but I'm sure I can find a solution."

She put her tools down and stood up, turning to face Saren with her hands planted firmly on her hips, completely unconcerned about her partial nakedness.

"For now, I have some training to get to, but first… a shower."

She headed to the bathroom, sashaying her hips provocatively. She paused just as she was about to step through the doors and glanced back over her shoulder at the Turian still standing near her desk looking quite bothered despite his best attempt to hide it.

"If you'd like to finish what you started last night, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea. It would mean making me late for training but something tells me my dear mentor wouldn't mind."

With that she stepped over the threshold and the door slid shut. Saren stared at the unimpressive barrier that now separated them. It was such a tempting offer but the dutiful spectre within him knew that her training was the priority…for now. He shook his head to dislodge the distracting images of Cira in the shower; streams of water hitting that pale, soft skin…

There's something wrong with me.

You're right about that.

Saren sighed and left her apartment, heading to his own. He could use a shower too, but his own bathroom would have to suffice. There would be time for pleasure later.

Cira sighed as she picked herself up off of the training room floor, relieved to find that her limbs were indeed still attached to her body. The simulations had been getting more and more difficult as time went on and though she had already expected that, fighting through the scenarios felt different now. Maybe because she knew that Saren had some kind of feelings for her; though whether those feelings were emotional or only physical, she still wasn't sure. Either way, she was certain now that he wasn't just putting her through tough scenarios to torture her; he really wanted her to improve.

The door to the training room slid open and her mentor strode in, coming to stand before her as she placed her virtual reality glasses back onto the table that had risen up from beneath the floor.

"You will follow the standard training routine until 1000."

Cira sighed and went to retrieve a training robot from the storage room. As she positioned it in the center of the training room, she realized that Saren hadn't left. He was leaning against the wall staring at her.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be? I'm sure you don't want to waste your time watching me punch a mech."

He didn't say anything, and the only part of him that moved were his eyes; they stayed locked on her, following her every movement as she went about calibrating the mechanical man. When she finished, she stood in front of it and took up a fighting stance. The mech beeped once to let her know that it was beginning its assault. As it stepped forward, Cira stepped back, ducking as it threw a punch at her head. Instead of straightening up, she spun to the right staying low to avoid the high kick that followed. Once she was clear she popped up and kicked at the mech's chest. It sensed her leg and jumped back, immediately stepping forward again in an attempt to catch her off balance. Seeing that he was coming in for another attack, Cira used the momentum created by her kick to spin around again, while bending her other leg and lowering herself to the ground to sweep her opponent's legs. It retreated again, this time keeping some distance between them. Cira stood up again, watching the mech as carefully as she knew it was watching her.

Of course, in that moment, she remembered that this time she had an audience. A quick glance at Saren revealed that he was watching her with a disturbing intensity. She put it out of her mind and turned her attention back to the robot…whose metal fist was inches from her nose. Cira shifted to the side to avoid the brunt of the attack but it still grazed her. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw Saren's mandibles spread ever so slightly, the Turian smirk. She quickly shot him a glare before preparing to face the next attack.

1000. Finally. The timer on the combat mech went off and it shut down, becoming a harmless hunk of metal again. Cira pushed it back into its home and turned to face her mentor who was still standing in the same spot. He hadn't said a word. Only watched her train.

"So what do you think? I'm doing pretty good huh?"

"You've made progress."

She rolled her eyes at his clear attempt to avoid answering her and began stretching. "Weapons training is next right? You watching that too?"

He simply nodded and pushed off from the wall, heading to the control room to set up the shooting range.

"Yes! Haven't missed one yet! Maybe I was born to be a sniper."

Cira put her eye to the scope, aimed, pulled the trigger… and missed. She lowered the gun, chuckling lightly.

"Maybe not."

She set the basic HMWSR back down on the rack and went to a different one housing four HMWPs. She picked one up, testing the weight like she tested it every time before switching off safety and quickly taking out a few of the targets zipping around the room.

"Maybe pistols are more for me…"

She fired a few more rounds, eliminating a few more targets, and grinning triumphantly as more holographic lights flicked on to replace them

"Yep, definitely a pistol girl. Sniper second."

Saren eyed her curiously from his spot on the wall. "You didn't miss when you were sniping those Asari back on Hailroy."

Instantly her good mood vanished, replaced with a gloomier demeanor. She put the pistol back in its place, her fingers lingering to trace along the barrel.

"Even if I did miss then I probably would have still survived. They were incapacitated after all. But the reality of the situation…knowing that messing up could mean death…I didn't want to die yet so I tried really hard not to screw up like normal. None of the other students wanted to die either but I guess doing classroom simulations and scrutinizing textbooks isn't enough."

Saren watched her carefully, knowing that she wasn't there anymore, at least not mentally. Her eyes had glazed over and changed color again, taking on an icy blue tint. There was a deep sadness in them, as if she were gazing at the bodies of her classmates.

"I was supposed to be in that hall too. I wasn't because the other humans and I happened to leave early and even they didn't survive. They died and there was nothing I could do."

Returning to the present, she watched the target's that were still darting around the room and waiting for her to fire on them.

"You know…that day was the first time I didn't miss a mark."

She curled her fingers around the HMWP again and lifted it from its place once more, cradling the weapon close to her body.

"Never again…"

Saren wasn't sure whether or not he had heard those whispered words leave her lips but the sadness that had been present was replaced with a grim determination. Her grip tightened on the gun and she aimed out at the remaining targets darting around the room. Quickly Cira fired off round after round, each shot hitting its mark until the gun overheated. She faced Saren and posed like she was a secret agent, with the pistol pointed toward the ceiling and a cheesy grin plastered on her face.

"Yes… I'm a pistol girl."

When she finished striking various poses, she put the pistol down, this time leaving it in its place and checked the time on her omni-tool.

"Break time. I've got a lunch date with Nihlus. See you in a few hours."

She sauntered out of the room, conscious of the blue eyes that bore their way deeper into her back with each step. When the door shut behind her, she hung a left, heading out of the training facility and toward the usual café. Just as she passed into the shopping district he caught up with her, gripping her elbow and halting her progression. She smirked at him.

"What do you want Saren? It's my break and I'd like to enjoy it."

Saren glared at her, trying to figure out how to say what he needed to say without injuring his pride.

"Cancel your plans."

Cira adopted a more child like look, blinking wide eyes innocently. "Plans? What plans?"

"With Nihlus."

"Well that's a way to ask. I'm off the clock. Don't order me around."

She tried to yank her arm away from him but he held fast, talons drawing pricks of blood from beneath her skin. He ground his teeth together and his whole body tensed as he fought to force his next word from his throat. The one word he could think of that might make her listen. The one word he would rather die than speak to a human.

"Please."

Cira somehow managed to smile triumphantly and sympathetically at the same time.

"You really hate humans…don't you."

She shook her head and pulled on her arm again; this time he released her. She quickly examined the three specks of blood that dotted her arm before adjusting her direction and heading toward the residential district. Saren stared after her, racked with shame at having asked something of a human. He was so wrapped up in wondering how he could redeem himself that Cira had to call his name a few times before he heard her.

"Saren? You coming? You made me cancel my plans so you'd better keep me entertained."

"Don't you need to tell Nihlus?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you won't be coming to lunch."

"Oh it's ok. We were never going to lunch in the first place. Now come on."

She started walking again, giving him time to digest what she just said; it didn't take him long. The shame he felt was twisted and transformed as anger and embarrassment joined the mix. How could he have been so easily tricked? It wasn't possible, but she had done it. She had invaded his mind to the point that, in matters that concerned her, he was blinded by a jealous desire to keep her to himself. A need that kept him from seeing the provocation for what it was and lead him to foolishly believe what she had told him. He was better than that and he knew it…but Cira swung those shapely hips as she strutted toward the apartments and at least for the moment Saren pushed all of those feelings to the side. He had sacrificed his dignity for this time with her and he was going to enjoy it.

Three talons closed around her arm once again and before she knew it Cira found herself being half dragged toward the residential district. She almost had to run to keep up with her mentor's longer strides and more than once she was nearly sent sprawling by some devious ledge or crack in the ground.

They made it to the apartment building without incident but of course as soon as Cira stepped over the threshold, her toe caught on the tiny ledge and she fell forward, her free arm desperately reaching for something to halt her decent. Finding nothing, she shut her eyes, bracing for an impact that never came. Instead, strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up and off the ground completely, shifting and maneuvering her until she was cradled against a body hard as stone.

Saren didn't even miss a beat as he continued toward the elevator, his little yellow-haired human held close to him.

When they reached their floor, Saren made a beeline for his room but found his path blocked by someone who apparently had been about to knock on Saren's door. The figure noticed their approach and turned to greet them and in the well lit corridor, both Cira and Saren could see that it was Nihlus.

"Ah, Saren I had just come by to…see…you…" He raised an eyebrow ridge at the scene before him; his former mentor cradling his sibling disciple. Of course he wasn't surprised that things turned out like this, but he honestly hadn't expected Saren to give in to his emotions so soon.

Cira smiled sweetly at her friend and gave him a quick wave and a "Hi Nihlus!" As he raised a hand to wave back, Saren snarled impatiently and pushed past him into the room. As the door shut behind them they could hear Nihlus call out to them. "I'll just come back later."

Outside the door, Nihlus smirked and headed back toward his own apartment. "I guess that plan worked." He mumbled to himself, quite proud of his successful manipulation of the older Spectre.

As soon as they entered the room Saren practically threw Cira onto the bed and climbed on top of her as quickly as possible; as if he were suspected that she would try to get away. He gripped the front of her shirt, preparing to tear it off of her but she grabbed his wrist and glared up at him.

"Saren don't you dare rip anything off of me."

He didn't reply, only tugged the shirt roughly over her head and arms and tossed it away. Next, the bra. Saren hadn't been able to master the fine art of unhooking the clasp and despite Cira's desire to keep her clothing intact, he didn't even have the patience to let her remove the garment herself. Quickly, before she could stop him, he slipped a talon under the fabric and pulled, slicing cleanly through the threads.

"Saren! I… ah!"

He lifted her a small way off the mattress so he could pull the now useless scrap of cloth off her arms, tossing it over with the shirt. Before Cira could protest the destruction of her clothing any further, Saren leaned in and traced her lips lightly with his tongue before licking along her jaw and down her neck, effectively distracting her as his hands traveled down her sides to her waist and the hem of her shorts and in one swift motion he pulled of the shorts and her underwear together.

Saren straightened up to get a good look at the scene before him; his pupil laying bare before him, still glowering up at him over the bra, with her knees bent and pulled together hiding her most delicate place from him. He growled lowly, using provocative sub vocals that he knew were beyond her hearing capabilities. With Cira watching his every move, he slowly began to remove his own clothing.

"There haven't been any cases of conception between Turians and Humans."

Cira tilted her head slightly, wondering why he had just thought of that. She guessed that having sex with a Human had never even crossed his mind until now.

"What? Not too keen on the idea of a little Saren Jr. running around?

She wasn't sure but she thought she felt him shiver at the idea, if only a tiny bit. She knew the chances of her getting pregnant were practically nonexistent, but it was a funny notion nonetheless. He was now just as naked as she was and Cira wiggled her hips impatiently, glancing at Saren's crotch where a promisingly hard length had just emerged from its sheath. No longer having the patience to bother with more foreplay, Saren lifted Cira's hips slightly to get a better angle and after lining himself up, thrust into her. Cira cried out, squeezing her eyes shut and arching off the bed as the sudden fullness sent shivers throughout her body. Thankfully she had already been wet enough to allow Saren to slide in easily and she adjusted quickly to his girth. She had noticed that Saren's cock was longer than the average human male's and the tip was a little more triangular in shape, but as he began to pump in and out of her, she forgot all about the slight differences and simply focused on the warmth building in the pit of her stomach. Saren steadily increased his pace until he had his little human moaning and writhing underneath him. He finally had an outlet for all of the sexual tension that he'd built up over the past weeks and he wasn't going to give her a chance to deny him.

He gathered up both of her hands in one of his and held them tightly above her head while his other hand traced up the side of her waist, drawing little circles with his talon along the way. Cira whimpered quietly, pressing her body toward him, desperate to maintain as much contact as possible with the man above her. She didn't have any control over the situation and she knew that she never would. Not this time anyway with her hands pinned above her but as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her forced from her by the hand holding hers, the hand now toying with her nipples, and the man buried so deep inside her, she found that this time she was completely content to let him control everything.

Cira forced her eyes open to look at Saren. He was there, face only inches away from hers; eyes closed just as tightly as hers were; breath heavy and hot against her skin. He was near the edge and the smooth, rhythmic thrusting became frantic, immediately bringing her right up to her breaking point. Just when she was about to shatter, Saren pulled out of her until just the tip was nestled inside her folds and stopped moving. Cira bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as she dangled on the edge. She squeezed her muscles together with all of her might, bearing down on the small part of his cock that was still inside her. Saren roared, his controlled silence finally broken, and slammed himself back into her, sending them both over the edge together.

By the time Cira recovered to a point where she could be aware of her surroundings, Saren was lying next to her, her back to his chest, his arm draped over her waist.

"Saren?"

No answer. Just his steady breathing.

"Goodnight."

She snuggled up closer to him and his arm tightened around her. It had been a long day, and things would only get more interesting for them from here on out. As she closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep, her mind wandered between turian cocks, health concerns associated with BE-P-Ms and the grueling training that she would still have to endure tomorrow morning.