It's the Little Things
It's Known as Lost in Translation
Quarian suits are reliable. As a mechanic, reliability and consistency goes together like peanut butter and jelly. Which by the way, looks disgusting when Shepard makes them. But it is a good combination apparently. Keelah, humans. So weird. Anyways, like I usually do when I get nervous talking about things that are considered awkward, I get off track. So, back to quarian suits.
Reliability.
I've never had my translator break in my helmet before. Because it's Quarian made. And we build good things. So this whole thing happened after I lit the bed on fire trying to seduce Shepard with my clumsy ways. Candles and I apparently don't mix. Give me a shotgun and I can swiftly manipulate it and blow holes in multiple fast moving targets that are trying to kill me. Give me a locked door to hack and I can do it under gunfire.Give me an opportunity to seduce the love of my life—the one person I feel totally confident with and I will almost light him on fire with candles and break his nose. So, the story I am meaning to tell about the terrible reliability of translators in omni-tools. Let's get down and dirty.
Shepard challenged me to seduce him. I am not good at this kind of thing as you know. My heart was racing. Maybe it was because I almost lit our house on fire. Or maybe it was because I was horny and wetter than Vermire... and over thinking absolutely everything. I had my broken clothes on that Kasumi stole for me as a house warming gift. Black laundry. Or was it lingerie? I can't remember. But the point is, Shepard challenged me. I wanted to blow his mind. I had been researching what human men like in bed ever since I met Shepard on the SR-1 Normandy, so I was well researched. Since we got this new house, my body has been coping wonderfully without the suit. We have been going at it like giraffes. Or was it rabbits? Human animals are so weird. I get them mixed up. So, back to the story. Stay on track, Tali, you bosh'tet!
He challenged me. I accepted, but couldn't make a move on him after he told me to. We were both on the bed, just kind of... smiling at each other. He was waiting for me to pounce or something.
"Tali."
"Hmm, yes?"
"I'm waiting."
"Oh, right."
I stood off the bed and slid a finger under his chin as I backed away at arm's reach.
"I'll be right back," I said.
"Where are you going?"
"Into the bathroom. I need to 'reset' the situation."
He laughed at that. It wasn't supposed to be funny.
That was all a pile of Verren shit though. I had to recollect my nerves and think about my moves. How was I going to seduce him? What would he like? I shut the bathroom doors behind me and pressed an ear against the crack. My heart was protesting and hiding the sound coming from the bedroom. I think he shifted or took the rest of his clothes off.
Shut up, heart!
I pressed my back to the door and balled my fists up from the icy kiss the door gave me.
"Tali, you've helped kill Reapers. This is a cakewalk."
I could hear my brain making noise. Like static. I was thinking so hard. Could Shepard hear me thinking?
Bzzzbzzzbzzzbeep.
"Just... go out there and do it, Tali."
I wish I had my suit to pull up charts, diagrams, and pictures, maybe even a video on the mask's holographic display. Just walking around with a brain is too difficult. I missed the suit. It would help me until, well you know, we wanted to kiss me or something.
I opened the door with both hands and took a step forward. I left them open, eyes locked on him, ignoring the bathroom. That's sexy, right? I always close doors behind me. He knows this. Ignoring them means I am totally concentrated on him. I bit my lower lip. Yes, that got a reaction from him.
"You're right," Shepard said, laying on his side with only boxers on. "Candle light suits you well."
Was that a pun?
I didn't say anything. I just gave him this... look. A primal one. A hungry, predatory flash sparked in my eyes and I could see their reflection in Shepard's. His smile melted away and he knew something was different about me. I took a step towards him. And another. I stopped thinking.
Bzzzbzzzzbzzzbeep—silence.
Nothing.
It was him and I.
I had made it to the bed and grabbed the sheets, pulling them between my legs and pushed my ass into the air. What had gotten into me? Who was in command here?
Me.
A primal, ravenous Tali.
And Shepard knew it.
I felt Shepard's eyes dip onto my dimples of Venus and it set something off in his head.
Fireworks.
A thermonuclear detonation.
He reached for me but I pushed his arm away and put both knees into the bed. I grabbed the elastic band on his boxers and pulled him to his knees, gasping quietly as I did, parting my mouth. He took the bait and pressed his mouth to mine. Lips first. Soft. Smooth, supple, and ripe. My tongue danced against his mouth and he opened for me. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my now shorter hair. Keelah it felt good, but he was in control. I couldn't allow that. This was my night. I was the commander, not him.
I pulled his waist into mine, using his underwear like reigns. He grabbed the small of my back and dug his nails into my flesh. I gasped and pulled his face away from mine, but not without biting his lower lip. What I looked at wasn't my Captain, but a piece of meat that wanted to be used. His eyes shook with a animalistic intensity. He wanted me.
So badly.
He cupped me low and gently squeezed. I understood why my underwear was broken. I could feel more.
"Keelah."
It slipped out of me. Surprised myself when I gasped the word.
I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand into my broken panties. I wanted to feel his hand. His skin against mine. The sharp throbbing of ecstasy when he pressed my feel good button was almost too much. My knees knocked together and I almost collapsed. I could feel my broken underwear become saturated. His touch was unlike anything I had experienced. His finger work was unreal. My button hardened and I ground into his hand, biting my lip to fight the moans of pleasure. But I couldn't keep them from spilling out. I let them escape at once in a sharp gasp and fell into his chest, using my momentum to push him into the mattress.
I took command back.
His fingers were warm and wet when I placed them on my hips and rocked into him. I knew men liked to be straddled. But I didn't think about how I should move. How much pressure to use. Which direction to jerk into. I just... fell into a rhythm. Slow, deep pushes. Fast thrusts. Twisting my hips into him. He was hard and leaking from his tip, his wetness saturating into mine.
"I want to feel your skin," I said.
He nodded, too much of a mess to even talk.
I pushed my panties aside and let my lower lips kiss him. He bucked when I slid over him and I think I gasped. A wicked, self-satisfactory smile creased my face. His grabbed my hips and lower back and I could see the veins in his arms bulging. His eyes were pressed shut from pleasure. Lips purse. Forehead glistening. Face turning red. I knew I was doing everything right. His nails hurt going into my skin, but through the sharp pain came a slow pulsing constriction from deep within. I grabbed his thighs with both hands and leaned back, working my hips and lower lips into him.
"I want to be inside of you, Tali."
That singular sentence was... I don't even know how to explain it.
"Not yet," I teased.
He grunted and I felt my eyes go wide at his retaliation. Keelah, I wanted to tear into him. I rocked forward and he whimpered. My hands were flat against his chest and I was inches from his face when he looked at me. His head lifted slightly and I parted my lips but pulled away. He complained and I huffed a laugh. I brushed my lips against his and stared into his eyes. Pulled away. That's when he had enough of my teasing. A hand grabbed the back of my head and he pushed my mouth into his.
I let him take control of me.
I tore off my black laundry panties over the rough kissing and biting and unhooked my bra. My breasts loosened. He nibbled on my nipple and grabbed my other breast with a hand. I couldn't hold it back. I stopped biting my lip and gasped and moaned and did all the other things you are supposed to do to show how good you felt.
Keelah, let me tell you, I felt amazing.
"I want you in me," I whispered in his ear after biting his lobe. "Keelah, I'm so wet. Oh Keelah, please."
My begging worked. My voice was shaking. Broken shards making up words.
I sat up and let him position himself below me. As I lowered myself onto him, I threw my head back and grabbed his arms for support. I probably started to babble incoherent things. My arms shook as I felt him slide deeper and deeper, his head pressing against my g-spot—sliding past. Pulling back out. Going back in. Pulling out. Going in.
Slowly.
Carefully.
"Keelah."
He flipped me on my back but stayed inside and I grabbed his hands. The pleasure was so intense, I had to let go of his hand because I was crushing it. The tip brushed the inside of my lips and stimulated my feel good button before he slowly slid back inside. I wrapped my legs around his waist and curled up, leaning forward to bite his shoulder. I had to hold on to something. I began bucking and jerking and shaking as his head brushed and pressed against the soft pad deep inside that summoned a feeling deep and throbbing, something quarian women never feel. A heavy warmth swelled between my thighs and stomach. I arched my back, pressing him against my button. The internal feeling was sensational. The blood was pooling around the walls and I felt my mouth go cool and dry. The external stimulation was beginning to get sharp—pleasurable from his slow thrusts that were now speeding up. A pinpoint of raw ecstasy.
"I f-feel like I might pee," I said.
"Go for it."
We were getting close.
"I-I want to come the same time you do, Sh-Shepard."
He nodded.
"Like that. Keep that u-up."
The blood pooled. The sharp pleasure was honed to a knifepoint. I was grinding against him, opposite of his thrusts so he went all the way out. All the way in. I was getting so close. I had never done a feel good button and a g-spot orgasm at the same time. Everything was aligning. We just had to time it right.
Keep communicating.
My lungs burned. The lactic acid in my muscles began biting into my endurance but I was not Tali at this moment. I was an animal. Nothing was stopping me. We were going fast. I could feel Shepard having pre-orgasm spasms inside of me, his head pulsing but he clutched tighter and said something.
"W-what?" I gasped, my stomach tightening up.
"Olen noin kymmenen sekunnin päässä."
I took a deep breath because I read women can sometimes not breath during sex. Was I losing oxygen? I couldn't understand him.
"What?"
"Se on tapahtumassa."
"My translator." I was breathless, his rhythm hitting pitch perfect. So perfect it could shatter glass. Shatter me. "My translator is malfunctioning."
"Ei, ei. Ymmärrätkö minua?"
His voice was pinched and strained. The veins in his neck bloated and blue. His eyes closed—teeth tight and bearing.
"What?"
My limited English only picked up a couple of words. From what I felt, he was about to explode inside of me. I was distracted and I felt the blood spreading away from my core. I was losing it. Cooling down.
"Shit."
"Mikä se on, kulta?" asked Shepard.
I could not understand him. There was no way I was going to let this planet cracking orgasm slip away. I grabbed the nap of his neck and squeezed. My other hand let go of his and I hooked a hand under his ass and pushed him into me. Hard.
"Get back here you bosh'tet!"
I chased the rabbit down the hole and grabbed its hind legs. I had it.
"I gowt it," I gasped. "I gowt it. I gowt you."
I threw myself into him hard and harder. I loudly grunted and pushed harder into him, flexed my lower stomach muscles to get more blood down there and felt the pool of blood. Felt the pinpoint of pleasure outside. The noises I made frightened me. Turned me on. I closed my eyes. Opened them. Looked down and saw him entering me. Sliding out. Entering me. Candle light reflected off the sheen on his shaft. That was it. I grabbed the rabbit and ripped it from the hole. Lightning hit me on the outside and I curled into a ball and bit into Shepard's shoulder. The electricity shivered through my body and set off a second detonation deep inside. The blood burst like a balloon and fled to my arms, legs, head. The breath was knocked from me and I felt Shepard grunt and fill me on the inside.
Gushing.
Shooting.
Shaking.
Like waves lapping on a beach, I spammed over and over again, my walls clutching onto Shepard inside of me—massaging and pulling and sucking on him. I let out a shout and inhaled, opening my eyes. I blinked, only seeing black and green imaginary lasers shooting back and forth.
"I-I-I c-can't s-see. Keelah."
Shepard was still but started bucking again, unloading another salvo inside just from my walls constricting and convulsing.
Shepard said something. A short sentence full of emotion and shivers.
"No, don't move." I wrapped my arms around his back. "I f-feel so full. It feels so good."
"En liiku. Sain sinut. Rakastan sinua, Tali."
I was able to pick out my name in the sentence. The way he said it meant only one thing.
"I love you too."
Another wave of ecstasy shivered through me that turned into another earth shattering orgasm. Just from being full. Just from Shepard slowly breathing, his waist softly rubbing against my lips and button.
I guess, in the end, I am glad I didn't have my suit on because that would have never happened. I would have never been that quivering mess that couldn't move for thirty minutes. You see, I have only been on stimulation programs that rubbed against my feel good button for twenty five years of my life. Being sexually starved for a quarter of a century means my orgasms are ridiculous. Shepard and I go at it several times a day since the war had ended and I was able to take him inside of me. Physically be able to withstand his fluids. Tonight marked the best orgasm of my life that almost got away. I hate these stupid omni-tool translators. Quarian build quality is way better.
Period.
At least I am able to enjoy Shepard without a suit. As I lay in bed, watching the candle light flicker in his glazed eyes, there was no way words that could express what we felt. Only staring into eyes could fulfill our true emotions. It was times like this, I was happy to be lost in translation.
Sorry, I've been busy with school. I am happy I got this out. I had the insatiable urge to write smut and I know some of you wanted more sex, so here you go. I am still alive and kicking. Love you all.