Xora Patrone - Chapter 12

Title: Xora Patrone - Chapter 12: Detour
Author: xRebel666x
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: All Original Characters - Xora Patrone(female human), Lyrik Castius(male turian), Josie Madeen(female human), Hal'Jurgar(male quarian), Tren and Kero(male krogans).

Chapter 12: Detour
November 23rd, 2185

  What another uneventful day. It was business as usual, spending most of my time sitting in my seamless captain's chair confirming payments and responding to messages. Thank goodness that chair is so comfortable or I would be miserable right now. The only issue with all the "paperwork" is how I lose track of time. It was already 23:40 Citadel time, meaning I spent at least twelve hours sitting around staring at the orange hologram hovering over my lap… strangely feeling like I have accomplished nothing at all.

  Since nearly everyone on my crew turned in already, I decided to call it a night as well. As I was walking down the hallway to my quarters, the panel to my room was only a few paces away when I came to an abrupt stop in front of Lyrik's door. I couldn't deny the irresistible urge that venturing into his room appeared more tempting than simply retreating to mine.

  Am I really tired? Or can I take a quick detour? Is he even awake still? More importantly, if I went in what would we do?

  The more I contemplated, the more I desired breaking my better judgment. I would be waltzing in uninvited yet I didn't think my quartermaster would protest. Especially with our actions becoming progressively more open between us. A brief caress here, a gentle nudge there, slowly but surely we were boldly experimenting with how far we could reveal our odd relationship.

  As the door quietly slid open, I caught a glimpse of my turian companion messaging someone at his desk. Something immediately triggered my full attention… he was without his shirt. I have never seen a turian's torso before. The first thing I noticed was the tattoos down his chest. They were the same deep purple color as his facial markings and similar in their tribal pattern. I couldn't tell if they were meant to synchronize together or if he got them separately later on in his life. One thing was certain… my infatuation with his tattoos captivated me and I couldn't resist staring at them.

  Damn! Come on Xora… keep your composure. Remember why you came here… oh shit… why did I come here? Quick, say something.

  I knocked on the wall, a little late for introducing my entrance, "Can I come in?"

  "Absolutely! I was going to finish responding to these messages and then come find you."

  "So for once I beat you to the punch?"

  "You can say that."

  Sneaking closer to his desk, my curious gaze shot over the list of messages he was replying to. Noticing my interest, Lyrik quickly exited out of his inbox. He wasn't fast enough to prevent my eyes from coming across a very familiar name… my brother's. Within an instant my mind blossomed into a million different questions, all wondering why he was contacting Qwentin. My face revealed the thoughts racing, failing to disguise my harmless glance.

  Before I could refrain, the words jumped out of my mouth, "Why are you contacting Qwen?"

  My quartermaster looked away, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "I assure you its nothing to fret about."

  "I'm merely curious. I've never seen you message him."

  "You also have never looked over my messages," he smartly replied.

  Being caught red-handed, I pouted my lips, "Touché."

  He sat back in his seat, gleaming, "Granted, you never sneak into my quarters to begin with… which piques my curiosity, what brings you into my room this late at night?"

  "Answer my question first."

  "I don't need to," he casually addressed.

  "Why?"

  "The reason will reveal itself in time. Trust me. Good things come to those who wait."

  "Clearly," I sighed, cursing my impatient nature.

  The clever turian tilted his head, "So will you now share with me why you have decided to intrude into my chamber?"

  "Well…" I questioned my response, wondering if I should return with a witty remark or if I should be forward. Knowing the answer would affect the outcome of this encounter, I only had one urge aching to be satiated…

  "Well what?"

  My gaze shied away from his as I bashfully admitted, "I figured since you were always visiting me that I could return the favor."

  "It's certainly a nice surprise," he grinned, "Now that you are here and clearly have my undivided attention, what's next?"

   "I haven't exactly gotten that far yet… I guess I could grab some coffee for us…"

  "Don't. The last time you tried to make some you ended up breaking the machine. If anyone gets us coffee, it would be me. That's why I'm here after all."

  I smiled, "Among other reasons."

  "No, that's all," my quartermaster joked, "How about this… is this something you want from me?"

  The question loomed over me. I knew exactly what I wanted but couldn't express my intentions clearly. Any attempt to grasp hold onto the thought was quickly diminished by my nerves. Every encounter prior to this I was able to use alcohol to fuel my actions… but now that I was sober I couldn't bring myself to do anything.

  What the hell, Xora? Usually I have no issues in taking whatever I want so why can't I just take hold of this situation? This is so unlike me… he's right there and my body is aching loudly for his embrace yet I cannot… do… anything…

  Lyrik's emerald eyes caught my inner thoughts arguing and asked, "Would you like some encouragement?"

  "Maybe just a little," I admitted, bringing my fingers up and using them to measure out an inch.

  Without any hesitation, the turian hopped out of his chair and strutted towards me. As he towered over me, he took my hands in his and entwined our fingers, "Is this helping?"

  "I'm still drawing a blank."

  Slowly pulling me closer with our clasped grip, he brought his mouth to my ear and gave it a gentle nuzzle. His warm breath tickled the skin of my lobe as he whispered, "How about now?"

  "I don't know yet," the suppressed urges caused me to bite my lip, "Try harder."

  The moment my request become vocal, he freed his hands from mine and directed my arms to wrap around his neck. Then in one swift thrust, he planted the palm of his hand on the small of my back and forced our hips together. His abrupt action triggered my deepest desires to surface. The ache for his kiss consumed my thoughts. I wanted nothing more than to feel the rough caress of his lips against mine. The only thing that stood in my way was precisely how to achieve this…

  "And now?" he growled, his sharp teeth lightly grazing the ridge of my ear.

  "It's starting to come to me," I whimpered as every one of his touches pleased my epidermal senses. My body instinctively clung onto his, eagerly begging for more.

  As he began worshiping the nook under my ear with his mouth, every tender caress and each gentle nibble sent my heart racing. The further he trailed down my neck, the stronger the beating became. When he reached my collar, he stopped and pulled away. Gazing at me with curious eyes, he wondered how far I would let him venture.

  Leaning towards my mouth, my lips anxiously awaited his. The desire burned furiously as he shortened the distance. Feeling the ridges of his mouth brush lightly against mine, I longed for their joining.

  "You're getting warmer," my lips teased his.

  "Does this mean you actually enjoy kissing a turian?"

  "Just shut up and kiss me," I responded and forced our gapping mouths together.

  Immediately feeling the restrained emotions being set free the more I embraced his tongue with mine. I felt the strain of my work melt away the more we cherished our binding. The thought of wasting a majority of my day staring at documents was replaced with the unchained affection tingling in lips.

  Lyrik slipped his hand down my legs and proceeded to lift me up. As he carried me in his arms towards the back of his room, he refused to break the bond between our months. From the corner of my eye, I could spot his bed coming closer. The moment he laid me down, the intensity of our passionate kiss exploded.

  Crawling atop of me, the turian studied my reactions carefully and took into account any resistance I expressed. Taking my hands into his, he slid them above my head and teased my thumb with his. Pinned under his body, I could feel his hips grinding casually against mine. Every movement, every heave, provoked my desire to further our exploration.

  "Xora," he broke away, panting against my waiting lips, "There is something I need to know… what do you see us as?"

  "What do you mean?" I asked, aching for another kiss.

  "Do you actually consider us as a couple?"

  The question left me puzzled. I never thought about how to perceive our relationship. I didn't know if I would classify it as "being a couple" yet. Trying to direct our conversation elsewhere, I joked, "We haven't even had a date yet."

  "I take it you aren't going to count any of the times I took you out in the past."

  "Absolutely not… I didn't know those were dates so they don't count."

  "Fine, how about I make you dinner tomorrow night?"

  "I don't know," I bit my lip playfully. "I might need to ask for the night off from my boss."

  "I'm sure she can make one exception," he inched his mouth closer to mine.

  "I'm sure she could but she can be quite a pain," I breathed, feeling the outline of lips tease mine. Suddenly, it occurred to me… tomorrow we were docking on Terra Nova. The instant the thought crossed my mind I pulled away and stared at with him wide eyes. "Actually… I'm sorry… it'll have to wait," the severity in my tone brought all of our current actions to a stand still.

  "What? Why?" he pleaded, concerned about the sudden change.

  "I have somewhere I need to be tomorrow…" my mind began drifting, plagued with the memories of returning to my home.

  "Then let me go with you."

  "This is something I would rather do alone."

  He sighed, "You're going to have to let me in one of these days, Xora. I want to be there for you in every way possible. It's difficult if you keep pushing me away."

  "I know, I just…" I couldn't think of a valid reason, every thing that popped up only was some excuse to avoid his company, "I'm sorry… this is personal."

  The atmosphere in the room felt heavy as Lyrik pulled away and shifted his body sit on the edge of his bed. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, staring vacantly at his two-fingered hands. His emerald eyes appeared to be on the verge of tearing up. A sense of disappointment loomed over his head. It was apparent how devastated he was that I pushed him away… yet again.

  I propped myself up and crossed my legs underneath me. I watched him quietly twiddle with his fingers. The constant need to do things alone put a strain on our relationship, no matter if I considered us a couple or not. I always refused to allow anyone to get too close, I always figured I could things myself… but now times were different and my actions needed to include the turian sitting beside me. If I wanted anything more to continue, I was going to have to take that plunge.

  "Terra Nova," I whispered, the words slipped out with a bitter taste. I hated saying the name out loud. "We're docking in Scott tomorrow."

  Lyrik turned his gaze towards me, "Why are we docking there? I know you hate visiting that planet."

  "I know," I scooted towards him, "It's just been awhile since my last visit. It's time I go and see… them… again. It's time to let the memories haunt me once more."

  "Why shroud yourself in so much darkness?"

  "It makes me appreciate the happier things in my life," I placed my hands over his and studied their differences, "Like you."

  "So I do make you happy?" his mandibles twitched.

  "Of course you do."

  A loud sigh of relief exhaled from his lungs as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine. Nuzzling my nose with his, his happiness was reflected in his affection. He wrapped his hands around mine and I could feel the warmth radiating from his fingertips shroud around mine. The depth of our connection was growing, I could sincerely feel it. I simply needing to continue breaking the box I sheltered myself in… it was time I let someone into my lonely world.

  As we sat quietly with our foreheads joined, I couldn't stop staring at his chest. The tattoos continued to captivate me. Breaking our silence, I questioned, "I have to ask… do your tattoos mean anything or is it normal for turians to get them elsewhere?"

  "No, it's not as common as it is with humans but some turians do have additional tattoos," he leaned back and began tracing the tribal pattern around his collar, "I got this one shortly before joining C-Sec, as a way to celebrate my current achievements."

  "What about this one?" I asked with my attention latched onto the X inked over his heart.

  "That one? Well, it's a very special tattoo…" his hand curled around my fingers and placed it over the symbol.

  "What does it represent?"

  "It's fairly obvious," he hinted.

  "Wait, is that supposed to be for me?"

  "I can't tell you yet."

  "How come?"

  "It's personal…"

  "Hey, I told you my personal matter. The least you could do is at least share why you have this X over your heart."

  "I promise I will tell you later."

  "That's not fair! I've been answering all your questions yet you have haven't answered any of mine!" I pouted in protest.

  "I will answer the question… when the moment is right."

  "There's no way to coax it out of you is there?"

  "Nope," he chimed, drawing his lips towards mine and distracting me away from the issue.

  "But," I tried pulling away but got caught into his web.

  "You were the one who told me to shut up and kiss you," the sly turian smirked.

  "I hate you," I growled.

  "No, you don't," he bound our mouths together and could feel my anger fueling our continued exploration.

  Damn you… you know just how to shut me up.