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Roxanne laid there on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking. She rarely thought, to be honest. She tried not to. Thinking always seemed to just bring her down. She sighed and ran a hand over her face, trying not to think about her childhood, trying not to think about the Reds, the debt she owed them, the debt that they would hold over her head for the rest of her life. Nothing that belonged to her was really hers, it was theirs. Anything they wanted from her, they could just take, and there was nothing she could do. Anything they wanted of her, she had to do, and there was still nothing she could do about it. No one could know. She would be ruined. And she'd come to far to just give in now.

She thought about her military career, her career as an entertainer, and how all her accomplishments were really meaningless. They didn't matter, because they brought Roxanne no closer to freedom. If anything, her fame only made the Tenth Street Reds tighten their grip on her all the more. They would never let her go as long as she was useful to them. But as miserable as it made her, it was better than the alternative, it was better than what would happen if they decided she was no longer worth the trouble of hiding her little secret.

No one could know. So she kept everyone at arm's length. Well, there were multiple reasons for that, but the threat of some one finding out was definitely up there. The other reasons being that attachment made you weak, and that people would always hurt you, whether they meant to or not.

Like Garrus. She could tell he was trying to get close to her, but she wouldn't let him. She'd fended off far more charming men than him. Even if she did enjoy his company more than she had with any of those men. He didn't treat her like she was Atroxa, she was just Roxanne to him. She couldn't be friends with him though, not really. It was too dangerous. Not because of her usual reasons of keeping people away either. She had a job to do. And she couldn't do it if she got attached to him. Because in the end her survival was all that mattered, and if she couldn't keep her head on straight, then she wouldn't be able to do what she was supposed to do.

Roxanne had laid there for a couple hours, thinking herself into a downward spiral, until she finally got up, took some pills, and went to bed. She had stopped the hard core drug use a little over a year ago, but some times she just needed a little help to get to sleep. She didn't think there was anything wrong with that, was there? It allowed her to wake up the next morning not feeling like complete shit anyway. She got up and acted completely normal, managing to shake off the vestiges of her memories by about 10:00 SET. By then she'd done what she does best and removed herself from her emotions.

The one thing she did decide was that she had to do something about Garrus. She shouldn't have told him anything at all the night before, and it was clear he wasn't going to just leave well enough alone. Roxanne knew she needed to keep him at a safe distance, and in her book, that could only be done one of two ways, she could either shut him out completely, or she could employ a tactic she'd found worked on most men, distraction. Shutting him out didn't seem like a good option, it would arouse suspicion to suddenly want nothing to do with him, so that left distraction and really, there was no one else on the ship that Roxanne would rather... distract.

She found him, as usual, in the battery. "Hey space turkey," She greeted him, "care for a rematch?"

Garrus looked at her over his shoulder, blinking his blue eyes in an almost confused sort of way. "A rematch? Already?"

"Well, if you can't handle it, that's fine," She said with a shrug, turning and starting to walk out of the battery, "We'll just do it some other time when you think-"

"Ohhh no, I'm ready," Garrus abandoned the console and followed her quickly, "And this time, I'm going to win. I know all your dirty little tricks now."

"Is that so?" She asked him with a sly smile. He had no idea.

They met down in the cargo bay, Roxanne wearing her work out clothes, a pair of shorts, a tank top, and bare feet (her fighting style depended on the ability to grip with her toes and while she did own a pair of jaki-tabi, those were reserved for serious fights). When they had sparred yesterday, she'd been wearing far more clothing. Garrus blinked at her as he showed up, wearing the same thing that he'd worn the day before, which resembled casual Turian clothes, but far more simple. "Decide that clothing is out of fashion?" He asked, setting his blue visor aside.

"You already some me almost naked, surely this doesn't bother you," She smirked, starting do some stretches, reaching down and touching her toes, then leaning over to her left as far as she could, then her right. She stretched and flexed her arms and legs, and then placed her right foot up on a crate, grabbing the toes and stretching the muscles in her leg and her torso before doing the same thing with her left leg. She was naturally fair, almost pale, her skin smooth, and almost flawless, though it was dotted with an occasional, small scar. She had tattoos on her back, covering it almost as much as her arms were decorated, and a prominent scar that interrupted one of the tattoos on her back. It was about two inches long and was only an inch or so above her pant line, an inch to the left of her spine.

It took Garrus a moment to answer her, distracted slightly by watching the weird ways her body was able to stretch and bend, he blinked back into focus though as he realized she'd stopped to give him a questioning look. "Oh, no, doesn't bother me at all."

"Good! Because I work best when I'm not hindered by a bunch of clothing," She told him, meaning for that to sound as dirty as it did.

Garrus stared at her a little bit, then swallowed, going about doing his own version of Turian stretches, which weren't nearly as diverse as it was with humans, restricted as they are by their plates.

"Alright space turkey, ready to get your ass handed to you... again?" She asked with a grin.

Garrus laughed and walked out into the part of the cargo bay that had been cleared out and had mats placed down as the make shift exercise yard of the ship. "Bring it on," He taunted, motioning for her with his talons.

She walked out onto the mat, smiling at him sweetly, and they took up their positions, posture aggressive, feet spaced wide apart. Before he could start wondering if he should attack before her or let her attack first, Roxanne made the decision for him and rushed him, making like she was going to tackle him, but dodging to the side quickly, only just narrowly avoiding a blow that would have hurt like hell. She moved behind him quickly and jabbed him had in the back in one of the weak points of his plates. Garrus let out a shout of pain and seized up. She took the opportunity to knock his legs out from under him, and danced away. "I thought you said you were ready?" She taunted as he got to his feet. "I thought you said you knew all my little tricks?"

Garrus shook his head and didn't say anything, and she could see him gritting his teeth as he started walking off the mat. Roxanne blinked and dropped her fighter's posture. Well, that wasn't what she'd planned at all. "Hey, I'm sorry, are you okay?" She asked, walking after him. As soon as she got close though his hand snapped out and grabbed her by the arm, turning with it over his shoulder, using it as leverage to flip her, slamming her onto her back, hard. Roxanne let out a grunt, not able to do much else since that effectively knocked the wind out of her. Garrus rolled and pinned her down, grinning like mad.

"I was ready," He growled at her, "You weren't."

"Well," Roxanne croaked, taking deep breaths to calm her burning lungs, "I'll admit I'm impressed, I think you're one of the first people to out smart me like that." She admitted, not struggling against the grip he had on her wrists. She gasped a few breaths methodically, finally getting her breath back.

Garrus beamed at her and then stood, reaching down and helping her up. Roxanne purposefully held onto his hand a bit longer than was necessary, but released it and walked over to where she'd set her water, taking a long drink, her back to the Turian. "So," she said, finally rid of that feeling like someone was sitting on her chest, "Feel like another round?"

"Already? You're just a glutton for punishment aren't you?" Garrus laughed.

"Only if it's you punishing me," Roxanne grinned at him over her shoulder, and was satisfied by the small falter in his grin. "Well?" She asked, walking back onto the mat.

"Alright, alright," The Turian shrugged, then smirked at her, his sharp teeth flashing, "I'll try to go easy on you this time." He walked over to where he had his own drink, pouring some into his mouth, before he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside.

Roxanne smirked at him, not hiding the path of her eyes as she appraised him. She'd always found the way Turians were put together interesting. Broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, long limbs, and those strangely shaped hips. And of course, their plates were as far from human as you could get. Maybe that was why she found them so attractive, seeing as she rather disliked most people, and was honestly sick of the human race.

"My eyes are up here, Roxanne," Garrus told her with a laugh and Roxanne gave him a coy smile.

"Why, of course they are," She told him as he walked back out onto the mat.

They went at each other at the same time, and Roxanne was almost surprised by how aggressive Garrus was being. Though she supposed she shouldn't be, he could claim to be a bad Turian all he liked but he was a Turian none the less. They were far more bestial than humans. She supposed she was only surprised because during their spar the day before, he'd been far more restrained, but she wondered if that was maybe because at first he'd been afraid of hurting her. Now though he obviously wasn't underestimating her anymore. They went at each other like enemies, both craving victory like it was their prey.

Roxanne only just dodged a swipe of his talons, jumping back quickly and bringing her leg up, kicking it out hard into his abdomen. His plates hurt her foot, but not so much that it effected her movement, and he staggered back, arms windmilling to catch his balance. Roxanne didn't allow him the opportunity though, and tackled him, the two of them landing on the mat. Garrus grunted, his taloned hands grabbing Roxanne and holding her up slightly so she didn't land fully on his plates, sacrificing the win so that she wouldn't get hurt, or crack one of his plates. They both laid there, panting for a moment. "Alright, I yield," Garrus told her, "I don't need to win both times to know how awesome I am." He told her, letting her go so that her weight was on him now.

Roxanne laughed, sitting up, straddling him, "Is that so?" She asked him, her hands on her hips, grinning down at him. "You're so humble," She rolled her blue eyes and pushed a few strands of black hair that had come loose from her pony tail out of her face. She leaned down over him, her hands planted on either side of his head, her face hovering over his, "But I've got news for you." Garrus looked a little surprised, and just stared up at her. She saw the muscles in his throat flex and then relax as he swallowed. Roxanne just smiled down at him, a slow, vicious smile, quirking a brow and lowered her head until it was alongside his, her mouth close to his ear, "I'm just as amazing as you, possibly even more so." She grinned.

Garrus gave an uneasy laugh, and she heard more than saw his breathing begin to quicken. Glancing down, she saw that his talons were digging into the mat, and she knew she had him. Her head dropped the last few inches, and she felt his body tense under hers as her lips pressed against the skin of his neck. Turian skin had such an odd texture, like soft, worn leather, supple but tough. She heard the fabric of the mat rip under his talons and smirked, her lips moving against his textured skin, but when her tongue ran over his flesh, he let out a soft gasp and grabbing her by the shoulders, pushing her up.

His blue eyes were wide as he stared up at her and he was panting softly, there were now several holes in the mat, stuffing sticking out of them. He just stared at her, but he didn't say anything, and Roxanne smirked at him, her thighs squeezing his waist gently, as that was where she was straddling him. This, to her satisfaction, drove a soft, growling groan from between his clenched teeth, she could feel his body rumble between her legs, his head leaning back slightly. She pushed his hands off her shoulders and they fell to her thighs instead as she leaned back down, her lips caressing the skin of his throat, her thighs squeezing his waist. He responded with a louder growl and his talons digging into the flesh of her thighs gently, the skin under her lips vibrating with the sound.

Roxanne knew he was still restraining himself, and knew she had to up the ante to really push him over the edge. He wanted her, she knew he did, he might not have ever found a human attractive before, but she also knew that it wasn't her body that attracted him, it was her challenge. Turians always responded to a challenge, it was in their nature.

"Garrus," She whispered, she moved her hands onto his shoulders, putting most of her weight onto her knees, "take me." And she pressed her mouth firmly to his throat, biting him in way that would be hard to most humans, but not for a Turian. Garrus let out a growl and grabbed her by her waist before he rolled them so that he was now on top of her, between her legs, pressing against her, his mouth was at her neck, breath hot, his long, blue tongue sliding out to run her skin and his teeth nipped at her. It was Roxanne's turn to react, letting out a soft gasp and her body pressing against his, her head leaning back, exposing her throat to him, her hands reaching down to grip his waist, running her hands along his skin, finger tips dipping below the waist of his pants a few times.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him against her, grinding against him. One of his hands reached down and grabbed the bottom of her tank top and started tugging it up, until she took the hint and grabbed it herself, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it aside. But it was about then that Garrus's mouth stopped at her neck and he pulled away, blinking eyes hazed with lust and looking around. "Ah... not here," He told her, clearing his throat. Roxanne held back a frown, she was afraid that he'd back out if they took the time to go up to her room, or even the battery. She glanced around, and then spotted a solution to their problem over Garrus's shoulder.

"The shuttle," She told him and he looked behind himself and let out a laugh.

"You sure?"

She squeezed with her legs and ran a hand up around his neck, rubbing. Garrus shut his eyes and arched his neck slightly, a soft purring growl making the skin under her fingers vibrate. "I don't want to wait, I want you now." Roxanne told him and he stood, helping her up and not letting her go as he half dragged her to the shuttle, her smaller hand in his, opening the door and letting her in first before he glanced around and followed her in, the door lowering behind them.