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@nikyrian
Amelia had to wonder if all men were this easy, or if it was just drell. Maybe it was just Nikyrian, but either way, she was thankful she could turn his attention to other matters. Other, more important matters. “I missed you so much,” she breathes against his lips, shuddering as he promises her a very, very good night.
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Nik always had a way of making her feel special. He slipped it in casually, almost like he didn’t even have to think about it. It was perhaps the quality she liked best about him. Amelia never knew how badly she had been treated before until he was finally there to treat her right. Any lingering desire for the man who crushed her heart, any lingering doubts about never being able to find someone better than her suitor were put to rest. Nik was the answer.
And he was silly! She wasn’t sure what he had been thinking, but no matter how cooly she slipped in a little flirtatious, slightly sexual comment, he picked up on it. “You’re a dog!” she accused with a laugh as he came up behind her, obviously trying to show her what he was seeing to explain his objection, but unable to resist pulling her to him and kissing her neck. “Mm…Make a mark…” she urged, closing her eyes before glancing at the omni-tool.
She wasn’t sure whether to choke or to laugh, so she did both. “What?!” That was the ugliest hat ever. “No, no! I’ll find an example, but I’d never wear this! Like…a ten gallon hat! Oh, that’ll never come out right…I’ll find an example!” she promised. Not once during her conversation about the hat did she pull away or turn to face him. How could she? This felt far too nice. “You…You’d look good in like a 1940′s style human hat. With a suit. Like some fine gentleman, all classic and sweet.”
“A dog, am I?” he rumbled softly, his breath feathering across her ear. “Then I shall reap the benefits of such and lick your delectable skin.” His own cheeks heated up, but that didn’t stop the reply. His tongue trailed languidly along the pounding vein in her neck. Nik was not a man that needed to be told twice. He drew upon the soft skin between his lips as if he were sipping the sweetest ambrosia. To him that is just what he was doing. Her scent...her taste...it was not something he could get enough of...nor did he ever wish to. His tongue flicked over the colorful mark that he’d made. His lips moved slowly down the curve of her neck to where it met her shoulder. A need to bite caused his body to tremble. Instead, he lightly nipped her. It did not assuage the need to bite, but it did ease it a bit. Thankfully, her laughter brought his mind back into focus. Wear this? His eyes opened and he looked down at the OT screen he was still holding up. Oh...that hat. She would never where it??? Thank anyone’s gods. He let out a breath. “That pleases me tremendously.” He flipped off his OT, both arms enfolding her. “I shall have to take your word on that, for I do not know what that attire looks like. Perhaps, I shall wear such for you, provided it looks nothing like that hat,” he teased. “But you will notice,” he growled softly next to her ear, “I’m already a very sweet gentleman.” His tongue darted out to trail along the delicate shell. “Are you free to go now?”
Amelia was just happy to find another friendly face. Roland was always so serious looking, and when Nik was away, she didn’t have anyone to smile at her or make her feel like she was wanted. With him back, she’d feel right as rain soon enough. “Nothing! Nothing happened~!” she lied, per usual, nuzzling his neck. “Want to come to my room? Could be fun~!” Even she knew sex was a good distraction, and she wanted their reunion to start off right.
Nothing? He quirked a brow. One did not lie in a fetal position if nothing happened. He - her lips on his neck, the press of her body, took his mind in another direction. He groaned at her words, his body trembling....his lips found hers....hungry...needing...wanting. “Will be fun,” he murmured against her lips. He rose, holding her body tight to his, her feet dangling unable to reach the ground. He wanted to pick her up and carry her there quickly, but wasn’t sure if she’d be okay with that. He wanted to feel her legs wrap around his waist..He slowly allowed her body to slide down the length of his until her feet were planted firmly on the floor. With his heart pounding, he released a ragged breath and loosened his hold on her. His hands slid down her arms to cup her hands. He squeezed them and released one. “Perhaps, we should go, before I forget myself and make love to you right here.” His voice was thick, strained and guttural. Every part of him had missed every part of her. He needed her.
“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have you buy it for me,” she told him plainly, not even realizing the images he had just pulled up.
“Ah, maybe you’re right…” she conceded, rubbing her chin. “I don’t want it to be too much, after all…” Though truth be told, it was a bit late for that given her current outfit.
“You’d look good in hats. Anything really. Best naked. I guess that’s what they call all-around good-looking though, right? Thoroughly good-looking~!”
“Silly? Is it so silly for a man to wish to buy the woman he’s...crazy about something she really wants?” he asked softly. “I get pleasure from something so simple.” He glanced back down at the alarming image and kept his face expressionless. He did not wish to offend her by being less than enthused by the hat she wanted. Maybe he was right....Relief shot through him. She wouldn’t be getting the cow hat. He found himself feeling far more territorial about her and didn’t appreciate the looks she received, even when he was at her side. The cow hat would draw even more attention to her...she would stand out like a beacon and she received far too much as it was. Then again, maybe people would be more apt to stare at the hat rather than every exposed, delectable inch. He - Her next words interrupted his thoughts on the matter and his cheek folds heated up...truth be told, he heated up. It was just more noticeable in the soft skin of his cheeks. “Best naked? I find that I’m okay with that,” he teased. Though, the thought of him in that hat made him shudder. “I implore that you do not ask me to wear this hat, no matter if you think I’d look good in it.” He stepped in behind her, put his arm around her and held it up, so that she could see the cowgirl hat displayed on his omni-tool. Unable to resist, he lowered his lips to her neck, his tongue flicked out to taste her. His other arm slipped around her waist and pulled her back up against his chest, momentarily forgetting the hat he was showing her, distracted by her scent and nearness.
She immediately started to laugh, clutching her sides because boy, these aliens were a hoot sometimes. “Nik! C’mon, be serious! You must’ve seen a western, right? Actually, maybe not. But just look up a picture. They’re pretty slick!”
He cocked a brow. Had he said something funny? Western? That was a direction. They made movies about directions? He nearly voiced the question, but did not care to sound even more ignorant. He flipped on his OT and typed in cowgirl hat.
He just blinked as the picture lit up the screen. It looked like some sort of black and white animal sitting upon a human female’s head. It’s broad face looked placidly at you, large, soulful eyes. He swiped his finger on the holo-screen to turn the picture. His mouth fell open. A large pink sack covered the back of the...hat. Were those teats? There was a tail that fell in front of the sack.
He looked at Amelia and shook his head. “No, ams....I - uh...you do not need to wear one of those. I mean, if you really wish to have one, I will get you one...” each word from his lips felt like it was pulled painfully past them.
Amelia at her work bench is normal. Amelia in the fetal position at her work bench is not. “Average people are even harder to deal with than rich people…Maybe I should just go back.”
He knelt down beside her, his fingertips brushing down her side.. “Am I so hard to deal with?” he asked quietly. “I do not wish you to go back, Ams…I am partial to you here with me.”
Amelia let out an audible gasp as she recognized that voice, flipping over and quickly wrapping her arms around him. “Nik! You came for a surprise visit!” Honestly, it was just what she needed.
The grunt from the initial impact of her body ended in a groan as his arms came up to circle around her and hold her close. “I’m sorry I could not get that contract wrapped up sooner. I did not intend to be away so long. You are correct, my intent was to surprise you, but I thought I would sneak up behind you whilst you were working. What happened, Ams?” he whispered into her ear, unwilling to let her go until she wanted him to.
Amelia at her work bench is normal. Amelia in the fetal position at her work bench is not. “Average people are even harder to deal with than rich people…Maybe I should just go back.”
He knelt down beside her, his fingertips brushing down her side.. “Am I so hard to deal with?” he asked quietly. “I do not wish you to go back, Ams...I am partial to you here with me.”
“I really want a cowgirl hat! I just think it would go with my boots so well! Really tie it all together! What do you think~?”
He tilted his head. “I’m unfamiliar with a cowgirl hat. A cow is an animal that humans eat, is it not?” He couldn’t imagine wearing such, female or not, on a head.
Now that might work. And Al would even have an excuse to give the family. “Well…I know that he would be up for a visit. I’m sure he misses me just as much as I miss him. You’d really be okay having us both over?” Technically she hadn’t moved in, though she spent a large chunk of time with him now.
His lips quirked into a smile. “He is your brother, you love him, you miss him. I would like the chance to get to know him too. Give me a couple of weeks to have the break room installed - if he’s anything like you, better safe than sorry,” he teased. “With any luck, perhaps the simulated firing range will be nearly finished as well.” He looked down at his hand, his fused fingers drawing his attention. “Ams, will he have issue with me not being human?”
“I really miss my brother…”
He pulled her into his arms. “I know you do, Ams. Do you wish me to find him for you?” he asked gently.
Hell no. “I know where he is~! No worries there~! It’s just been awhile, that’s all! That’s all…”
He nodded. “Okay. You know, I would not be opposed to you inviting him here for a visit. I have plenty of room, if he is in need of a place to stay.”
“I really miss my brother…”
He pulled her into his arms. “I know you do, Ams. Do you wish me to find him for you?” he asked gently.
“Yeah…” she sighed wistfully, staring at his crotch unabashed, chin in her hand. “I’ve become pretty fond of it too. It does good work.” Like another piece of equipment in the shop. Amelia sighed and began to gather her much smaller toolkit, taking the body of the old-fashioned gun she had been in the process of making, reading to carve out a more refined, decorative style to the barrels and handle. She began with her torch, firing up the metal to work with, a bit surprised by his suggestion. Maybe she could leave this bit of relaxing work for another day. “Sure, that sounds mighty fine, actually! We never had one of those at home, but we probably should have~!” Her bedroom would often become a mess of broken toys and mirrors. It would be nice to have a place to let her anger out where she didn’t sleep.
But it wasn’t what she meant when she said she had to talk. He was so happy though. How could she bring it up now? “Nik, I…” she started, before setting her tools down and taking her goggles and gloves off. It was too hard. “I’m so hungry! Really, really starving! Can you make us dinner? Maybe I can even cut up stuff this time instead of just setting the table!”
His cheek folds darkened at her words and her gaze caused his groin to twitch in response. Regardless the embarassment, he welcomed her words. He hadn’t had very many lovers and knowing he could please her went a long way in soothing him. he knew he pleased her. The way her body responded to his touch, the way she cried out when she shattered in his arms, But the words were needed too. “It is good that you think so highly of it, for it certainly enjoys its work. It is a most enthusiastic sport when it comes to you.” He brought his hand to his mouth to clear his throat, his cheeks grew hotter. He was getting better with sexual banter, he looked forward to the day he didn’t blush when saying them.
He was surprised to know that there hadn’t been a break room. It seemed wholely sensible to him.
He looked up from his OT when she said his name. It sounded serious. He watched her remove her protective work gear. Then everything changed. He was more than aware that was not what she was originally going to say. For now, he let it go. But he did intend to find out tonight what she had intended to say.
He nodded and rose from the chair. “Absolutely.And I welcome any help you choose to give me. Though, with you in such close range, I cannot promise not to pepper our food with lots of stolen kisses and, perhaps, forbidden touches,” he teased. Though, it was probably more truth than teasing in the statement. “Were you ready to go then?”
“It’s not the letting out energy part. It’s the destroying part. Taking control of something helpless, weak, asserting your own power, showing that you own its fate. If I can’t break something, it’s no good. I’ll just keep going until I do…” She frowned, looking more sad than anything. “Once, when I was little, I broke Mama’s favorite vase. She wasn’t even mad, just upset, and she cried for the first time I’d ever seen. She was disappointed, but told me that some things I need to be careful with. Some things you can’t replace. You can’t break sentimental items, and you can’t break people. I may punch a wall or break a plate now and again, but I’m not crazy. Just…unconventional…” As far as she knew it, Alphonse handled things the same way.
She smiled weakly at him as he listed alternatives. “Just because I have the sense not to break someone doesn’t mean you should tempt me. I know what you’re up to, but I’m afraid I’d snap your dick right in half. And that’s no fun for either of us.” She sighed and pulled her goggles back on over her head, pulling her hands out of his and taking her gloves. “Let me finish with some deco work. It relaxes me. Then we should talk about moving in together…There are things we should go over first.” Like if he’d even want to after all that.
“Ah,” he said. Though, he really couldn’t understand. He had no similar need to be able to compair it to. Then he blinked and cupped himself. “I’ve become rather fond of my dick since we’ve been together, I’d rather not have to explain to the doctors what happened. The thought was rather terrifying. But his eyes brightened nonetheless. “I am going to gutting out a large area in my place used as storage. I think it was meant to be a bedroom, but I already has too many of those. I wanted to make a holo-firing/biotics range, to test out the mods I’m working on. Simulation is the easiet way to test privately. It will be alot like the room I have on Illium. But there is room off to the side,” by that he meant an stupidly large walk-in closet, “That I can make into a break room, if you don’t think shooting and blowing up things will work.” His eyes nearly glowed with excitement. “Yes!! A break room,” he laughed.”Will that be acceptable?”
It was hard to back off, now that the idea was in his head. He found a chair and lowered himself into it to wait for her to finish. He flipped on his OT to look over the supplies he’d ordered earlier and added a few more items.
“Don’t get cocky…” she grumbled to herself, not sure how to feel about finally throwing a fit in front of someone else. It felt wrong, but she also felt a little better. “I do let it out, but always when I’m alone. I know you probably think those holes in the wall that are covered with spackling paste is because it’s a terrible apartment, but really, I put them there…” Sure, she was a dainty looking thing, but she had a twin brother. She had learned how to pack a punch. “A nasty temper runs in the family.” Amelia smiled at him sheepishly and shrugged.
“Don’t worry about my fingers, I know how to punch without breaking my thumb,” she told him, allowing him to pull off her gloves and put gel on them anyway. The gloves certainly helped keep her hand undamaged. “Sexy? I don’t know about that…I don’t like getting angry. I just don’t know how else to be angry though…” Probably because she bottled everything up before an explosion.
He blinked at that confession. “Good to know. If I can ever talk you into moving in with me, I do have a gym at your disposal, you are welcome to beat the hell out of the dummies any time you wish...though, please spare my walls,” he teased. The smile slowly faded. “You can come over anytime, Ams...You don’t have to move in to use the gym. But use it...it will lighten your stress.”
“I’ve no doubt you know how to throw a punch, I was more worried about your knuckles than your thumb.” He ran his fingers over her knuckles. “There are different ways to get rid of anger. Some people meditate. Some have hard sex, some run, some workout, some have a soothing hobby like painting, some do dangerously risky stuff, because they have nothing left to lose.” Once corner of his mouth lifted into lopsided grin. “If you do not know which of those works to cool your anger, perhaps we should try a few of them out?”
Let it out? Amelia had learned early on to never ‘let it out’. It was either happy or serious in her family. Pick one. She decided to be cheerful, because it put others at ease and maybe even made them happy. Showing any other sort of emotion was like a sign of weakness. But still, if Nik really wanted things to go further, maybe he should see…
She brushed it off. That is, until the part she was working with cracked completely from the force of trying to work it right. That was it. “I’ve had it with these motherfucking pieces of shit steel! Ancient, stupid pieces of crap junk that won’t amount to anything!” Taking the pieces, she threw them against the wall of the shop, denting the metal plating. “How the hell did anyone win a war with this fuckery?! Absolute incompetence, Jones! You make a weapon with shit parts and you get a shit weapon! I swear to God if the next piece I weld doesn’t come out perfectly I’ll shove my foot up someone’s ass!” Forget the pieces denting the wall. Her own punch was capable of doing that. At least the punching, throwing, screaming had tired her out. The girl was utterly exhausted by the time she stopped, breathing heavily, looking very much like a wild animal.
Once she caught her breath, she sighed and placed her hands on her hips, looking around the room. She smiled as her eyes fell on Nik. “You’re right~! I do feel better~! Thank you, Nik~!” As if nothing had happened.
He bit his cheek to keep from smiling as the venom spewed from her beautiful lips, but a laugh barked out of him, quickly covered up by a fit of coughing. He hadn’t been expecting quite that reaction, but it was glaringly apparent she needed to get it out of her system. He nodded, “Absolutely correct, you can’t win a war with this fuckery, you get men killed with it. He had to admit he was concerned when she punched the wall. That was further than he’d anticipated she’d go. Hitting something soft was one thing, risking damage to your person was another. He physically forced himself not to stop her and pull her into his arms. He just watched over her carefully, ready to step in if he had to.
He smiled and shook his head. “I’m always right,” he teased. “But I’m glad you lanced it. It is not healthy to keep it bottled up too long. Perhaps, not in public...but alone or with me. ” He gently took her hands and gave them both a dose of medigel, just to be on the safe side. “You were incredibly sexy after that display,” he said, his smile softening.
Amelia could not help herself. She glared down at the offending piece of metal, ready to go on a tantrum on the inside, but on the outside her brows simply knit together. “I am…mildly less than happy about this.”
He stepped up behind her to look at what she was referring to. “Mildly less than happy? Can you not call it like it is? Let it out, Ams...it will feel better, ease the stress. No one is around right now but me to offend and my ears can take the abuse.” He snickered. “I’m sure you’ve heard me cursing under my breath if I can’t get something to work right.” He squeezed her shoulders and dropped his hands. “Tell me what happened.”
“Would it really be kissing? Or just…Would the krogan be like sucking your entire head…?” She shrugged. She knew some asari managed to date krogans successfully, even having children with them. She just wasn’t sure how. Amelia could never be with a krogan in her entire life. Admittedly, a drell was something entirely new to her as well. She always assumed she’d end up with a human man. Maybe a woman, if she was feeling daring. But an alien? Her family was going to flip, but that didn’t matter.
“I’m a lazy girl…” Amelia admitted, even though that wasn’t entirely true. In fact, it was rather hard to believe given her constantly energetic state. “Lazy girls don’t like to ride. Or, well, I didn’t, before. But maybe with you I’ll like it better. Still, it doesn’t sound like fun without you conscious. I’d want to see your face and feel your hands and movements. I don’t like the thought of taking advantage of you when you’re asleep.” She smiled wickedly. “Only when you’re awake~! But I do want to do it until you pass out! We can make a game of it! See who passes out first!” Sex was already becoming another game to Amy. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she moved quickly, at least with Nik.
Nik was moving quickly as well. Sure, touching his butt was nice. Better than nice. But it was what he said that really made her think dirty. “So are you saying if I come down to your office and slip under your desk to give you a surprise blowjob, you’re going to be totally cool with that?” She loved Nik’s reactions. The more she could get out of him, the better. She’d love to see the look on his face as she interrupted his business for something like that, a typical, naughty porno trop. Now there was a goal. “On your desk, too, where anyone can see if they walk in? You’re going to be okay with that~?” Amelia couldn’t wait to see him stutter all over again. Surely he wouldn’t accept that.
“Your ding-a-ling!” she whined, shoving him gently. “Don’t be gross! I’m going to do the normal stuff! I don’t care how much you might like your toes sucked! I’m not gonna do it!” Feet freaked her out, just a little. At least like that they did. “Besides, I want it to sort of get me off too…The other parts don’t do it, but your thing does.” Very advanced words she was using to describe his genitals. Ding-a-ling. Thing. It was harder to be crass when they weren’t doing it.
She was a little surprised he wasn’t getting dressed, but shrugged and wrapped a towel around herself. She didn’t like the idea of sitting at his table naked, if only because she didn’t want to stick to the seat awkwardly and receive lines in her skin. She was a little cold, herself, but perhaps Nik was warm. Amelia followed after him.
Nik sure moved faster than usual. Normally she offered to help, taking up whatever task he assigned, but he was practically a whirlwind now. Before she knew it, he had a spread set out, and Amelia was thrilled. “I’m so hungry…Thank you.” When wasn’t Amelia hungry? Sex just made her even hungrier. It was a good thing he had made so much, because Amy surely could go through quite a bit. She swore it was in her nature, something she must have learned in the womb when fighting for nutrients with her brother. She rather proudly boasted about being bigger than him at birth, though her twin now dwarfed her like Nik did. She was blissfully unaware of what Nik was thinking, solely focused on food. A one track mind.
