"Alright Mr. Kosta. Worst thing you ever drank."

"Alcoholic or non-alcoholic?"

"Anything," Leanna laughed from the other side of the workshop. "Doesn't even have to technically be edible." She was methodically assembling new rifle cartridges on the loading press while he was busy making adjustments to the Nomad's newest round of upgrades.

"Oh that's easy then. Hydraulic fluid from a transport," He chuckled as a protesting bolt squealed across the room. "A line burst while I was wedged into a maintenance tube, and, well, you can guess the rest."

"Ugh!I thought it'd be something Krogan, to be honest."

"I think the hydraulic fluid was more digestible than Krogran food, to be honest." He peered out from under the Nomad's stripped down chassis, watching her notching the combined cartridge unit together, and pulling down the long handle with an almost bored expression on her face. "I can't believe you're packing an old relic like a Black Widow."

"Relic?" She coughed. "You have no idea how many weeks of research it took me to assemble all the schematics I needed to build this rifle. It's not a relic! It's artistry!"

"Says the woman who has to recycle all her bullets, because no one else uses that caliber."

"Ahem?" She snorted. "I think you mean cartridges. I see why some people stick to grenades."

He winced, hamming it up with a hand to his heart. "I'm wounded. But at least I'm not laying down with my ass up to the enemy when they flank us."

"Pfft. You don't need a back-up weapon when you can crush someone with pure brain power," She muttered, positioning, clamping and loading one after another without skipping a beat.

"True, I haven't seen any Kett survive to protest your effectiveness.."

"It's your turn. So spit."

"Alright. Who's better in the sack, me or Jaal?"

"I don't know what you mean-" She stammered at the press bar slipped sideways. Brass rained down around her feet, scattering bullets and powder under the workbench.

"Come on. Nomad goes down, you give commands to split up the ground crew, and then there's a convenient two hour blank in the recording logs?"

"Oh my god, Liam! Do you read through ALL the logs?"

"Only the ones surrounding a certain breakdown of my baby here," he pat the Nomad's plating with a deep thrum. "When a certain someone sent down Gil to patch her up, instead of me. I'll have you know that man can't fix anything without taking it apart and messing up EVERY configuration."

"I know, Kallo complains about the same thing."

"So come on. Give me details. You were the one who said I needed to be open about all this-"

"I don't know if I'm-"

Liam had already put down the hammer, sauntering over to her workbench with a rag in his hands and a gleam in his eye that screamed mischief. After wiping the grease from his hand he gripped her wrists firmly, and raised them to her shoulders. "Now now. You were the one who was bored, and said we should play truth or consequences. If you don't tell me, then it just means." He pressed a little harder, and nudged his knee between her legs until the rolling stool she was perched on touched the wall. "I get to pick a consequence."

She gritted out a tense breath and smirked, "I did say that, didn't I? You asked, 'who's better', and honestly… I'd say you, for now?"

"For now?" He gawked. "What's that mean?"

"It means," She twisted her arms around until she had his wrists in her hands. "He doesn't have the technique down… not like you do," she whispered sweetly, enjoying the way his eyes grew stern as she explained.

"So what?" He chuckled breathily. "Do I need to hook up jumper cables for you, or somethin-?"

"Liam!" She squeaked, frantically glancing over his shoulder.

"No one else around. Half the crew's asleep, and the other half are up on the comm station dealing with black market contacts on Kadara right now. Now, you were saying-"

"Nuh-uh! I answered your question. Now it's my turn. If you HAD found that two hours of logs, would you really have wanted to listen to us getting it on like wild animals?" She cooed.

He glared back at her and snapped, "No comment.-"

As he leaned away she grabbed him by the waistband of his pants and tugged hard, until he caught himself by the palms of his hands against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his, pressing down on his thigh with a satisfied grunt as she slipped her fingers under the elastic of his boxers. "Cause I'm nice I'll give you a new question. This one's real simple," She arched her back up to whisper in his ear, "Are you jealous of me and Jaal?"

He groaned and curled his fingers up as she reached her hand further, going straight to the side of his cock and twining her fingers into the pubic hair. His shaft was rock hard, almost twitching towards her touch as she dove in.

"Ngh… I'm…"

"What's that?" She drolled. Her fingers slid over his length just once as she popped her hand free of his pants.

Now he was propped against her, elbows to the wall as his mouth hovered over her neck, puffing damp, hungry breaths onto her skin that made the hairs on her neck stand up on end. "There's your punishment," she hissed. "And mine, I guess? To be honest I'm bleeding buckets down there, I don't know what I was expecting." She let out a nervous chuckle and smiled up at him apologetically as he backed off.

"Well, maybe you could-"

"No way," She sneered. "If I have to sit through another three days of blue balls, so do you, Mr. green eyed monster."

He leaned back against the bench with a defeated grin as he adjusted his pants. "I suppose I am. So are they, then?"

"What?"

"Blue… um… " He chuckled nervously. "Are his balls… blue?"

With a hiss of unease, she looked up at the ceiling, "Well…. You saw as much as I did, didn't you-"

He shook his head slowly, "Honestly? Neither one of us was… ah… 'primed for action' you know? I took a glance, yeah. You can't help it. We're so alien to each other. But I remember thinking, "Wow… doesn't seem to be much down there."

"Oh, he's a grower..."

Liam made a face, squinting at her with a grimace somewhere between "I didn't want to hear that," and "I guess I asked for that."

"Not a show'er… and when… he um…" Her throat was tightening up and her face growing hot trying to talk about it this plainly, but she persisted, through many coughs, pauses, "um's" and stammers, "grew out, it was kinda ALL … blue.. Down there…"

His face cracked into a pained smile, as his chest heaved with silent laughs at her expense. She continued, "And… it was all transluscent… and kinda soft… and almost... "

He started to chuckle louder as her face burned pink.

"Glowed? Maybe a little?"

"Wow… um… wow… my girlfriend is dating a science experiment."

"I like to think of it as good diplomacy," She stumbled out all at once.

"Well," He sighed, wincing as he was forced to adjust his bulge again, despite the incredible discomfort his face displayed the longer she talked. "I suppose I can't get in the way of… galactic relations."

"You're terrible."

"Back at you, honey."

She hummed quietly in thought as he looked longingly back at the half-assembled nomad. "Tell you what? How about I tell you about the Asari twins I got in bed with back on the Exodus 2 station."

"Two? Really?"

"Mmmhm. I was a little drunk. They were meeting my colleagues for a summit on best practices for Prothean translations. I may have punched out a few rude bar patrons-"

"Well then, I can't be mad about a few conquests from six hundred years ago, now can I?" He dodged her fist just before she could strike him in the arm.

"It's bad form to make a girl feel THAT OLD, Liam!"