WARNING! LEMON AHEAD!

LEMON

LEMON

ALIEN LEMON

CHAPTER 22

Rosemary and Balint worked late into the night. Rosemary wasn't sure when she passed out – but she woke up curled next to Balint on her bed – fully-clothed. Thank God. She squinted at the window. It wasn't even dawn. Still, she felt a little refreshed.

She studied Balint, who lay on the bed next to her, eyes closed. She studied him, taking her time. He looked so relaxed in his sleep... She admired the cut and angle of his mandibles, the curve of his fringe, and the tiny scars etched along the edge of his jaw. She didn't know why – but she found scars kind of sexy. To her they were badges of strength and experience... and she found herself wondering exactly how many scars Balint had under his armor. Also – who wore armor to bed? He must have laid down next to her and passed out from sheer exhaustion – just like she had.

"Are you going to look at me all night?"

Rosemary's skin flushed. Had he been awake the entire time? "I... I think it's morning now. Before dawn, anyway. S-Sorry... for looking."

Balint's golden eyes were open now, looking like smooth, warm honey. His smile was slight. "I don't mind. You know... we never talked about it since you left."

"Oh. That." Rosemary sighed and decided he needed to know the truth. "I'm not angry anymore. When I was gone, I got to thinking from your perspective. So, yeah... I'm not angry anymore."

"No – but what are we going to do about this?"

Rosemary played innocent, frantically searching her mind for a way out of the conversation. "What do you mean?"

Balint pulled her close, and she let him. Unable to resist the pull, she pressed her mouth to his. She sighed as they finally kissed, and his tongue entered her mouth. She caressed his tongue with her own and gently stroked his fringe, teasing the grooves.

Balint pulled away and looked at her for a long minute. Why had he stopped? "Who was it?"

"Hm?"

"I'm not your first turian, Rosemary. Who was it?"

Rosemary squirmed, suddenly feeling guilty. "Um..."

"I want to know." He didn't sound angry.

"It... was Garrus. Garrus Vakarian." His old partner. She winced, preparing herself for an angry outburst... that didn't come. She chanced a look at him.

Balint's expression wasn't angry, but it was still... strangely aggressive. There was a glint in his eyes. "You're not... angry?"

"Oh, no," he was quick to assure her. "You were pretty wound up sexually before you left – you definitely needed the sex."

"Oh." Rosemary relaxed; Balint was being very understanding!

"But you're here now... with me. And I want you." His fingers were trailing along her spine, drifting lower.

His words heated Rosemary's blood, but something nagged at her. "Then why do you sound..."

"I have a rival," Balint said, a wicked grin on his face. "Garrus and I were always rivals – but it's been a while since we've competed."

Excuse me?! Rosemary was outraged. "Hold on! I am not some cheap prize!" She slapped Balint's hand away from her butt, which he had been about to caress.

Balint's hand went right back, and gently squeezed. Rosemary fought back a moan. She glared at Balint, showing her ire. "No, you're not a prize," he purred. ", your body is our arena, and I aim to win!"

She wanted to laugh at his arrogant, slow grin. "That's still not right!"

Balint silenced any further objections by running his hands over her cheeks, and squeezing. Involuntarily, she arched against him, pressing her breasts against his armor. She wore nothing under her nightshirt, and could feel the coolness of the metal chestpiece against her nipples. "Oh!"

That was all the invitation Balint needed. Like a deer caught in headlights, Rosemary could only stare in apprehensive awe as the turian got off the bed and took off his armor. He made quick work of the process and Rosemary almost forgot to breathe. He was broader in the shoulders than she had thought, and rather muscular... His hands were large, and his talons were long and sharp – for some reason, the sight of them aroused her. Her eyes went to his groin – where his erection had yet to emerge. She wanted to see it. Taking a chance and feeling bold, she slowly removed her shirt, baring herself to him completely.

For a few seconds, she became nervous by Balint's silence. Garrus had liked her body well enough, but she knew that not many turians would find her soft body appealing. Her tummy was flat, but there wasn't an ab in sight. Her butt was on the ample side, too, and her breasts... without a bra to restrict them, she imagined they must look huge. What was the word Rynak had used? 'Bulbous'?

Her reservations disappeared when she looked at Balint. His golden eyes gleamed with lust as his arousal arose from its opening, large and erect.

He drew her up from the bed to stand her up close to him and nuzzled her neck. He ran his teeth along and neck and smiled when she shivered in response. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. He seemed mesmerized by her curves as he ran his hands slowly along her body, exploring. His hands went down her back, pulling her butt closer to him. "You smell good. Rich... and warm..."

Oh! "It... It's this vanilla lotion I use," she stammered, suddenly shy. "And you... smell like coffee." There was a question in her voice.

He smiled. "What can I say? You made me an addict. Does the scent... appeal to you?"

Rosemary scoffed. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

He chuckled, the sound warming Rosemary's bones. Before she lost her nerve, she pressed her lips and tongue to his chest, exploring every ridge and groove – inching lower. Balint's breath hitched when soon, she was on her knees, teasing the hard, but soft ridges on his shaft with her hand – before lowering her mouth over the head. Balint moaned and ran his hand through the curls on her head as her lips slid up and down slowly, then back up again. She pumped the base of his organ while sliding her tongue through the grooves, planting gentle, but firm suction on the underside of his length. Balint growled with pleasure before reluctantly stopping her progress.

"Almost lost it there, love. Spirits, you know what you're doing. But... no. I've waited too long for this." He drew her up.

His hands cupped her breasts as he took a moment to admire them, his eyes liquid and heated. "Spirits, these look good." He pushed them up to his waiting mouth where he ran his rough tongue across her nipples before taking one in his mouth, sucking and teasing her with the slightest pressure of his teeth. He continued to lick and nibble her breasts as he grabbed and lifted her, completely unsupported. Aroused by the sheer show of strength, Rosemary wrapped her legs around his trim waist, and her arms around his neck. She gasped and held onto the ridges of his carapace as his hands, now free, joined his mouth in worshiping her sensitive breasts. She moaned as she felt his arousal pressing against her bottom. God...

She gasped as the head of his erection rubbed against her folds, finding her sex. With a growl, Balint took her hips in his hands and slowly lowered himself into her. Rosemary couldn't even feel his talons scratching her skin; she couldn't believe this was finally happening.

"Oh, you're tight," he snarled, raising her and lowering her back down onto him.

Rosemary moaned. He was going too slow... She was losing her mind at the friction of his ridged shaft rubbing against her core; her fingers scraped at his carapace. Finding a good grip, she raised herself up and slammed herself down.

The turian cursed as Rosemary slowly increased her pace, gasping with every plunge. His eyes flashed green as she bounced; he grabbed her waist to pull her down on his sex even harder. Rosemary bit into his neck to stifle her screams and he lost his mind.

He drove himself up to meet her downward thrusts, pounding into her with enormous strength. Rosemary's skin glistened with sweat as her breasts freely bounced with every slam – Balint stared at them, enthralled.

Rosemary knew she wasn't going to last much longer, and by the wildness in Balint's eyes – he wasn't going to, either. His member throbbed as he mercilessly pounded into her; Rosemary's body quaked as he slammed her harder and deeper until he snarled, burying himself to the hilt in her sheath. She felt him erupt deep inside her, filling her completely. She trembled as he held her hips firm, pumping into her until he was completely spent. Oh... sweet god of chocolate...

Ten minutes later, Rosemary relaxed in Balint's arms, completely sated. They were both still naked, and given what they had just done, completely comfortable with that fact. "How... many times did you do it with Garrus," he asked, surprising her.

Rosemary's cheeks turned red. "That's rude to ask," she snapped. ", and it's not like I counted!"

She could feel him smile against her hair. "That many? … I have some work to do, then."

Rosemary panicked. "Oh, no, no, no! My cuts aren't completely healed – I..."

"You don't want to?"

"I..."

"Then shush."

Damn it!

XOXOXOXO

Light shone through the window of Rosemary's room; it was officially morning. Time to get up. Only Rosemary didn't think she could move. They had gone at it for hours! Damn turians and their freakish stamina, she mentally grumbled. She had lost count of how many rounds they'd gone. Granted, what had happened between Rosemary and Balint had been a long time in coming, but...

"You know, we have work to do."

Balint stirred. He drew her closer against his body. "I've been dreaming of having you for a long time," he murmured. ", and work can wait."

"I have Oliver and Keeya," she reminded him, trying to ignore the pleasure his closeness brought her.

The turian sighed. "Just... one more time?"

It was almost impossible to resist him, but she did. Anyway, she was pretty sore. "No," she said firmly. "Besides, look at me! I have cuts – everywhere!"

Balint smirked. "People are constantly trying to kill you," he pointed out. ", so you're banged up most of the time. No one will notice a few more scratches."

Rosemary glared. "Jerk."