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With Liara and her crew having loaded the beacon onto their shuttle, Saren and Jane left the planet and made their journey back to the Citadel. They wanted to check if Jane had suffered any effects from the Prothean beacon as well as dropping it off with Citadel regulations. Because of this, Saren escorted Jane to the Huerta Hospital after they landed their shuttle at the Spectre docks. The two quickly found an available doctor to ascertain what damage Jane might've taken when she interfaced with the beacon. They waited in a special kind of examination room with Jane having removed her armor and sitting on the bed until a salarian doctor stepped in.
"Ah, Spectre Arterius. Good to see you again."
Saren grinned as he returned the greeting.
"Mordin. I didn't think you were working today."
Once Mordin stepped closer to Saren, they both shook hands.
"Ah! Ms. Shepard. I assume you're well?" Mordin asked Jane as he glanced around Saren.
The salarian doctor did remember when Saren brought her in a couple years prior.
"I still have a headache," Jane answered, "but nothing too serious, I guess."
"She used a Prothean beacon," Saren explained, "it was her first time, so we want to make sure she hasn't incurred any harm."
Mordin took a deep breath.
"Problematic," he replied, "still, no prior record of human interaction with Prothean tech. Will prove interesting."
Mordin began gathering some medical tools from the counter.
"Now, remain calm and lie back," Mordin instructed, "scanning will take time."
Jane lay down on a medical bed while Mordin got to work with an extensive scan of her head using the equipment he brought out. She continued to lie still with her eyes closed, feeling the pain partially subside if she simply remained still. Mordin continued to look at the image projections and continued to take notes while Saren patiently waited aside. The salarian doctor took notice of the effects of the beacon on her brain during the process.
A solid hour passed before anyone talked. Mordin lifted any equipment away.
"All finished," Mordin informed, "nothing too bad."
Jane slowly sat up on the medical bed and Saren stood from his seat.
"So she'll be all right?" Saren clarified.
"Yes. Nothing permanent. However, would recommend some rest before continuing training," Mordin sharply inhaled before concluding, "could prove more harmful otherwise."
Jane slipped off the bed before following Saren out of the room and they sauntered down the corridor, making their way out of the hospital.
"I'll send a report for now. Maybe we can follow up with one of those Prothean sites after a few days," Saren sighed as he pulled out his omni-tool to check the schedule.
The turian Spectre took his time to type down his report and send it to the Council before he escorted his human apprentice back to his apartment. After they both put away their armor, Jane stepped out into the balcony and started maintaining her garden while Saren headed into the bathroom to take a shower. Saren quickly jumped out of the shower only wearing pants when he walked out to check on her garden. Ever since she started it, she worked the various plants into large beds and added hooks on the balcony walls to hang plants from. He stood idly by so he wouldn't disturb her, yet he couldn't help but admire her gradual effort.
Jane glanced over her shoulder a moment later.
"Enjoy the view?" she asked.
He smiled.
"Yes, it's coming along very nicely."
"Thanks," Jane smiled softly.
"I did bring some painkillers if you needed any," he said, holding up a glass of water and a bottle of pills.
Jane paused for a moment, stood to her feet and approached Saren before she carefully read the directions on the container. She took the medication as directed and washed it down with the glass of water Saren provided. Still, she couldn't help but notice the plates along his chest.
"Sorry, I'm not very sightly right now," Saren blurted, "had to make sure you were still alright."
He hadn't put on a shirt after finishing his shower.
"It's ok," Jane chuckled.
Once Jane finished with her gardening minutes later, they both stepped back inside as she traced her hand along his chest up to his neck. By the time they reached the living room, she heard him let out soft groans. He purred as Jane leaned closer to him until she rested her face against his keel.
"Want to take this to the bedroom, or want to try somewhere else out? After all, we are alone up here," Saren chuckled, looking to the couch.
Taking the hint, Jane took Saren's hand and led him over to the living room before she gestured him to sit on the couch.
"There is a little something I'd love to try," Jane offered before she leaned in to kiss Saren.
"I'm listening…" he whispered.
While Saren circled his thumbs over Jane's shoulder blades, she reached her hand underneath his pants and traced her finger along his slit. He shifted his torso around as she continued working on his pants, uncoupling the belt and shoving them down his legs. Resting her knees on the floor, Jane leaned her head forward and brushed her tongue along his slit, eliciting a soft gasp out of him.
"You— aaah…this is going in an interesting direction…" he moaned.
Jane continued with her ministrations until the tip began to slowly emerge a couple minutes later. Feeling his plates shift and his erection growing, he watched as she placed her effort with her hand.
"So what did you have planned?"
"I was just getting to the good part," Jane remarked.
Even if Saren was only half erect so far, Jane still took him into her mouth. His body went sharply tense as he felt her lips wrap around him, legs digging into the carpet like he was desperately trying to yank a companion away from death. It was an instant gratification that felt foreign to him, unlike most intercourse experiences he had in the past. While Jane bobbed her head, Saren stroked his hand through her hair.
"Jane…ooohh…" he moaned, continuing to brush her head rhythmically.
By the time he fully extended, Jane gripped his base with her hand and started stroking it, still swirling her tongue around his tip. Saren fully understood the appeal in this form of intercourse, as he felt his climax grow closer. It was overwhelmingly fast, almost like a powerful narcotic. Still, he didn't want for Jane to feel left out, so he tapped on her shoulder, prompting her to withdraw her mouth.
"Saren?" Jane paused.
"Why don't we switch places?" Saren suggested between pants.
"O-Ok," Jane nodded before she dug her hands underneath her pants and slid them down her legs, taking her panties along with them.
With Jane on the couch and Saren kneeling on the carpet, he didn't take long to align his mouth plates up against her folds. She rested her back against the couch just as Saren gripped her hips and brushed his tongue against her nether regions, eliciting a soft moan out of her.
"Now, it's my turn…" Saren hummed before sticking his tongue right in, feeling the insides of her walls.
Moaning, Jane rested her legs on his shoulders while his subvocals let out purrs that sent vibrations into her core. Keeping her legs locked in place, his tongue continued to slither deeper until it reached its full length. She closed her eyes while she brushed her hand along his fringe. Watching her writhe in pleasure and the sensation of her hands against his head caused him to growl ever louder between her hand strokes. While he swirled his tongue inside her, he brushed his talon against the small nub between her legs. Since their last sexual encounter, Saren had taken the time to read up on human female anatomy, learning just how to pleasure her more efficiently. He felt a sense of satisfaction when he watched her buck her hips and arch her back.
What followed was the familiar rewarding sour, salty taste of her ecstasy as her breathing began to slow back down. Withdrawing his tongue, Saren stood to his feet and leaned closer to Jane, her sweat dampening her shirt and her blush growing a crimson color across her face as they locked eyes.
"I hope you're not completely spent yet…" he growled, mandibles spread in a grin.
Jane responded by cupping his face with her hands and pulling him into a kiss. Following her lead, he sat down on the couch beside her, their mouths still connected. During that moment, he stroked his talons along her back, causing her to lean into the touch.
"Ok, I-I think I'm set to go," Jane whispered.
Saren and Jane rearranged themselves as to put her on top and him underneath, calmly stripping off what little clothing she had left on her. Straddling her legs while kneeling on his lap, Jane carefully aligned his tip with her entrance. He greedily filled a palm with a cheek as he helped her down onto him. The thickness of his length inside her was enough for her to groan in thrilling bliss. In conjunction, he let out a prolonged purr as he began to thrust into her. Jane ground her hips with his while she perched her arms on his shoulders.
As she shifted herself on his shoulders, he adjusted his hips so he would thrust in at a better angle. Running her hand along his mandible, Jane ran her tongue along his neck.
"J-Jane…" he whispered, putting his face to her collarbone.
It took as much willpower as he made to restrain himself from sinking his teeth into her shoulder, knowing that other turians would notice his scent on her if he marked her. To avoid carrying out such an endeavor for the time being, Saren licked at her earlobe. The urge was surprisingly hard to resist. Perhaps he'd become attracted to her scent. In the midst of their quickening pace, Jane and Saren locked eyes before she pressed her lips against his, their tongues interlocking with one another. As he wrapped his tongue around hers, he released a muffled growl as he reached his climax.
Even if he had been spent, he still kept going, pounding into her flesh as he held her close. He needed more. He wanted more. He just couldn't get enough until he'd run both of them to exhaustion. Saren knew he wasn't the only one when Jane wrapped her legs around his waist. Hearing her own cries of pleasure and excitement encouraged him to thrust faster. Even when she bucked her hips to sync with his thrusts, her breath quickened and she tightened her grip.
"Yeeeesss…" he moaned as he pounded her ever harder.
It was the joyride that he hoped would never stop. Even Jane wanted the moment to last as long as she could, especially when she tapped her forehead against his. He looked up at her as their eyes met. It was incredibly difficult by now to meet hers completely level from the mix of constant movement, adrenaline, and endorphins, like a music band that was set to play from sun set to sunrise. Still, he kept going and by now, Jane was getting close. A fraction of a second after she let out a blissful yelp and she reached her peak, he followed with a similar uncontrolled growl as he reached another climax.
When Saren and Jane came down from their high, the turian Spectre slowly withdrew from her and allowed her to climb off of him. She stepped out of the living room to retrieve dextro-allergy medicine from the bathroom and washed the medication down with a glass of water before returning to the couch with Saren. She leaned closer to him, prompting him to wrap his arm around her. He smiled down at her as she lay on top of him, feeling the buzzing warmth shimmer off her body.
"Enjoying yourself, Shepard?" Saren purred.
"More than anything," Jane nodded.
"So, the information from the beacon. What did you have in mind? Did it tell you anything besides locations?" Saren asked.
Jane took a moment to think over the question while she rested her head on his chest.
"I…don't think it told me anything else," she admitted.
He placed his head back on the arm rest.
"Even then, what do you hope we would find? A library or data records? Something more? It's fascinatingly intriguing."
"I'm not certain," Jane replied, "but as long as the findings are satisfactory, any finding will do."
He hummed to himself in deep thought.
"I'm just hoping for a proper explanation as to what happened to the Protheans. What drove them to extinction, be it plague, war, or something much more menacing?"
While she rested alongside Saren, Jane took the time she needed to think over this nagging question. The library she and Saren would visit once in a while didn't seem to cover much about Prothean history.
"The library didn't have much on Prothean history or culture to begin with," Saren continued, "having anything to recollect what their era was like would be fine."
Jane nodded in agreement before she and Saren sat up on the couch, scrolling through the channels in search of a suitable movie to watch. Sitting up on the couch, he helped her change the channel to one that played movies.
"Alright, what are we looking at here?" he hummed.
Jane took note of a particular title 'The Shape of Water' and read its summary.
"Do you think we can relate to this vid?" Jane asked.
He followed close behind, reading the description.
"Huh, this is…interestingly familiar. Let's give it a watch."
Jane and Saren flipped to the channel seconds before the movie started playing.
The following day, Jane checked her messages from her friends and found an interesting invitation from Kelly.
{Finishing up with basic training in a couple of days. Want to meet up at some point?}
Jane smiled before she sent a response:
{What place do you have in mind?}
{Someplace small in the wards. It's not too far from where the Alliance is docked if that's alright with you,} Kelly quickly replied.
Jane took a moment to read the message before she typed in her response:
{Ok, I'll see you there.}
Since Saren had a few errands to run this morning, Jane stepped out of the apartment. By now, Jane knew how to use the nearby cabs to get to where she needed. Getting in, she set the destination to the Alliance sector of the Zakera wards. The familiar sites of parks, shops, and restaurants gave way to the different, yet similar display that those under the Systems Alliance had helped establish for humans on the Station. Stepping back out of the taxi, she was greeted by the magnificent sight of the Alliance Navy, looking on at the hulls of various shades of blue and gray. After finishing observing, she continued her way down a path along the docks to some cafes near by. There, she could see Kelly standing by the door to one of the cafes.
"Kelly?" Jane called over.
"Hey! How've you been, Jane?" Kelly greeted.
It took a matter of seconds before Jane sprinted closer to the door to the cafe. After that, she and Kelly shook hands.
"So far," Jane answered, "I've been making progress with my Spectre training."
"That's nice," Kelly commented, "Jeff wanted to say hello too, but he's still at the pilot academy doing simulations. It's much longer than normal boot camp, which he luckily doesn't have to go through due to his condition."
"So that way he won't have to worry about his bones breaking in an accident," Jane mused as she tilted her head sideways.
Jane and Kelly stepped inside the cafe and found a place to sit.
"So, how's life with a turian…Spectre?" Kelly asked, "does it really matter by now?"
Jane rested her arms on the table.
"So far, we've made efficient teamwork on the field," Jane replied.
Kelly smiled back as she acknowledged their companionship.
"That's great!" she chirped, "most people just can't get around the First Contact War. Good to see you did."
Kelly and Jane picked up the menus on the table.
"So what about you?" Jane asked.
Kelly couldn't help but shrug.
"I don't think looks are top priority," she answered, "it's the characteristics that matter."
The two quickly ordered some lunch before they continued.
"To be honest," Kelly continued, "I find the cultures and biology of other races to be fascinating, artistic even."
Jane nodded in agreement.
"I did check out a couple books on different races from the library when I first moved in with Saren," Jane admitted.
"It's nice to hear you two get along nicely," she hummed.
Minutes later, a waiter arrived with their drink and lunch orders and set them down onto the table.
"So, what's training been like?" Jane asked before taking a first bite.
"The two of us have been training right at Arcturus Station. It's where they hold most of the space-combat simulators in the Navy, and I've been training as an advisor and intelligence officer."
Jane took a bite out of her lasagna.
"So there wasn't any combat training required on your behalf?" Jane clarified.
"Some small arms training and relative combat training," Kelly added, "even as someone who would be on the sidelines, it's still important to be combat-ready under the circumstances of hostile boarding parties."
"And I rest my case," Jane mused.
"Hey, Kelly. Who's this?" a dual tone voice interrupted.
Jane perked her head up to see a young turian in C-Sec armor. His face plates were a silvery-gray and had blue facial markings across the middle of his face, complementing his crystal blue eyes.
Kelly's face lit up as she turned to look at the turian.
"Hi, Garrus!" Kelly chirped, "this is a friend I met back at the academy, Jane."
Jane blinked twice while Garrus sat down next to Kelly.
"Garrus," Jane commented, "that's a nice name. Do you have a last name?"
"Vakarian. Garrus Vakarian," he replied, shaking Jane's hand.
Garrus set down a plate of his meal that resembled a type of cuisine from Palaven. Still, hearing the mention of Garrus's last name rang a bell in Jane's mind.
"I think I heard Castis has the same name as you," Jane pointed out, "are you two related?"
"Pfft," Garrus scoffed playfully, "as my father, yeah."
"Something wrong?" Jane inquired.
"They've had disagreements concerning approach to crime," Kelly swallowed before she answered, "his dad is a stickler for regulations whereas Garrus takes the rules as a blue-sky suggestion."
Jane took a sip of her beverage.
"I guess that explains why Castis and Saren don't get along," she commented.
"Saren? You know him?" Garrus asked, ordering a drink.
"He saved my life from dying in the streets over five years ago," Jane nodded.
Garrus raised a browplate in response.
"That's rather out-of-character for him. Since when did he have such a sharp turn in opinion?"
Jane took another bite out of her lasagna.
"I saw him passing by when he dropped a package he was trying to deliver," Jane explained, "he didn't realize it until after I gave it back to him."
"Still, he's been pretty outspoken about human territorial expansions within the last several galactic cycles," Garrus pondered, "why the sudden change?"
Jane placed a finger on her chin.
"Maybe there's a gentle side of him," Jane mused.
He simply shrugged the thought off.
"Okay. I don't know what you're doing to get through to that old hunk of rock, but do what you want."
Jane, Kelly and Garrus continued with eating their lunches. As they wrapped up their meal and continued talking about their lives, Garrus quietly thought about Jane living with Saren. His attention on her relationship shifted to the opportunity she had as a Spectre candidate. It was none of his business to know the ins and outs of her apprenticeship, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat jealous considering his father had denied him the same opportunity a couple of years prior. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel pity for someone like her left at the mercy of such a sadistic figure.