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Shepard pounded on the door to his girlfriend’s apartment. He’d just got off an assignment and he couldn’t be more furious if he had a reaper shoved up his rear end.
"Dammit Desora! Open the door!" He shouted, his hands balled into fists. He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand all the bureaucratic, political bullshit anymore. There was a fucking war to fight!
Desora gasped as she was shoved up against a wall. Her mandibles flickering, a brief smirk flashing upon her features. She tilted her head and purred, “Mm, yes sir. I hope you can handle putting me in my place.” She drawled, leg drawing up to trace against his thigh.
Shepard growled lowly, leaning in and sinking his teeth into Desora’s neck as his hands started exploring the turian’s body. His fingers danced over her body, being far from gentle in their exploration.















