“Yesterday belongs to us, Mr. Jones.” Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
William Shakespeare from the play Richard III
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"Chicago" comédie musicale de Bob Fosse et Fred Ebb, sur des paroles de Fred Ebb et une musique de John Kander (1975), avec Carien Keizer, Sofia Essaidi et Jean-Luc Guizonne au Théâtre Mogador, Paris, septembre 2018.
Summary: Sara remembers a lovely night with a very prepared Turian, and totally sabotages herself.
Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 (You’re here!) - Ch 4
The beeping from Sara's omnitool seemed to match the pounding it caused in her head, and she was incredibly grateful that it ended rather quickly.
'Pathfinder, Pathfinder Rex is requesting a meeting with you as soon as possible.'
Considering that she didn't hear an echo, Sara understood rather quickly, despite the hangover, that SAM was speaking to her privately.
“Yeah, just...gimme a few minutes.”
'Understood.'
Sara attempted to turn, but found her movement restricted by an arm tucked around her. The moment she wiggled, that arm tightened, and she felt a rather flat mouth and a pair of twitching mandibles press against the back of her neck with a huff of breath.
She opened her eyes just enough to take in an unfamiliar room. How had she gotten here, again...? It took her a bit to remember. She'd come on to Tiran (dumb), he'd accepted and they'd had drinks (great), she'd tried to leave...ah, right. Now she remembered.
“Can I kiss you?”
Sara might have been drunk, and she was certainly into the turian that had pulled her back down into her seat, but she wasn't about to force herself on him. She could be drunk and still have morals.
Didn't mean she wasn't internally whooping in triumph when he nodded, though.
“I'd like that.”
She went in first, needing to get up on her knees on the seat to reach his mouth. It wasn't quite so awkward...with her experience with turians and his with asari, it wasn't like this was their first rodeo entirely. The feeling of his talons threading through her hair at the back of her head made her sigh against his mouth, and he took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue past them.
It took her by surprise, and suddenly he was the one leading, stroking her tongue with his, the two wrestling within her mouth while she pressed her body closer against him. He radiated heat and tasted somewhat coppery, but with a hint of sweetness that likely originated from the drinks he'd been consuming that night.
Before she knew it, she was straddling his lap, her arms wrapped around his cowl, one of his at her hip and the other still at the back of her head. She had to give the guy credit...for someone that had never been with a human, he sure as hell knew how to kiss.
She reached up beneath his fringe and drew her nails over the softer skin there, and he rumbled out a growl that made something deep in her belly tremble excitedly.
He pulled back, pupils so dilated that she could barely see the bright turquoise of his eyes as he stared at her.
“Where did you learn that?” he asked, his subvocals purring so deep that she damn near groaned.
“I got plenty of tricks I've picked up over time.” she teased with a tiny little smirk.
His grip on her tightened and she felt a bulge pressing against her inner thigh that was giving her many pleasant, naughty thoughts.
“My place or yours?”
Sara attempted, once more, to wriggle out of Tiran's grip, but it was a moot point. She wasn't unfamiliar with the death grip turians seemed to have on their partners when they slept, but that didn't make it any less inconvenient. Luckily, enough, though, it seemed her movement had woken him, as the breath she felt against her neck was growing a bit faster.
He made a sound halfway between a purr and a chirp that sent tingles down her spine, but finally his grip loosened enough that she was able to slip out and get to the edge of the bed. “Sorry I woke you.” she whispered, in case he was still asleep. A glance over her shoulder found that was not the case, as brilliant blue eyes blinked blearily at her.
He yawned, lightly shaking his head and pulling up his omnitool. “No, it's...” he narrowed his eyes at the brightness of the holographic display, trying to read the time. “...it's about time I got up anyways.”
Sara stood, stretched muscles that were deliciously sore, and began the search for her clothing. Despite what might have been an awkward situation, the silence between them was without tension.
Sara managed to get most everything she needed...but dammit, where were her panties?
Tiran's apartment had been decided on rather quickly, for which Sara was grateful. Even drunk, she wasn't keen on banging someone in what had once been her father's quarters. Talk about awkward!
Still, his small apartment was closer, anyways, and it was difficult to discuss much when her mouth was otherwise occupied.
They only really separated when they reached the apartment, giving Tiran time to open the door. She was on him again the moment it closed, gently dragging he fingers beneath his fringe again, drawing out an excited growl.
He lifted her up, and she instinctively settled her legs in the divots of his hips, their tongues dancing together almost as if their performance had been choreographed.
Tiran finally broke the kiss to set her on the bed. “Shouldn't have worn armor..” he grumbled, causing her to giggle as he began the laborious task of removing it all.
“Tiran Kandros...always prepared, except when he's about to get laid...”
The turian snorted. “Open the drawer on your right.”
Sara did so, finding, to her surprise, a neatly organized box of condoms.
“Well, shit...you are very prepared! Should I be worried about a jealous someone coming after me?”
It was partly a joke, partly a serious question. She was pretty convinced that Tiran wasn't the type to cheat, but she certainly wasn't the type to help him do so. Even if she was, she had plenty of people already after her head for one reason or another.
“No no no, I promise you that's not even a possibility.” he stated seriously, allowing Sara to relax. “I'm just...always prepared, like you said.”
He'd gotten halfway through his armor at this point, so Sara figured she'd better get “prepared” herself. Her clothing gave her much less trouble than Tiran's gave him (it was kind of adorable how he cursed when he had trouble removing a cuiss), and by the time he was finished, she was already bare.
His eyes roamed over her curiously, but in a hungry fashion she did not dislike. Deciding to be bold, she smiled and crooked a finger, prompting his mandibles to flare. So bidden, he moved forward enough for Sara to wrap an arm around his shoulders, giving her the leverage to guide him down atop her. “Let's test that preparedness of yours, then...”
Sara continued what she was realizing was becoming a fruitless search as Tiran made his way over to the kitchenette.
“I'd offer you coffee, but...well, I don't really have any.”
He ran a hand over his fringe, but Sara simply shrugged as she stood up from where she was searching under the bed. “It's the thought that counts. I can't really stay, either way...duty calls.”
She'd just have to abandon the underthings. It'd be an uncomfortable walk of shame, but if Avitus was trying to get in contact with her so early in the morning, it must be important.
Nonetheless, the two stood, in silence, which had suddenly grown rather heavy. Sara opened her mouth to speak, but Tiran got the jump on her.
“Last night was...enjoyable, to say the least. Thank you.”
Relieved that he apparently didn't regret the evening, Sara smiled. “Definitely. I'd one hundred percent be up for a replay sometime.”
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself, and she was seriously contemplating slamming her head into a rather tastefully appointed shelving system nearby. 'Way to be too damn eager, Ryder!' she chided.
But, apparently fully of surprises, Tiran just flicked a mandible in a smile, eyes soft. “Yeah...I don't think I'd mind that.”
She hadn't expected that. And because she hadn't expected that, she sputtered as she tried to find some kind of reply. “Uh, I....guh, umm...yeah. Yeah, okay. You've...y'know...got my number. So, next time you're free and I'm on the Nexus, just...er,...chk chk.”
She gave him the finger guns. Dear god, she had just given him stupid, stupid finger guns.
Her omnitool beeped, she took that desperately needed cue, and in a voice that cracked from her embarrassment, voiced her good-byes.
“Work! Gotta get to work. Had a good timegottagobye!”
Entirely unaware of Tiran's amused chortle, she turned on her heel and marched out, emitting a high pitched sound of self-disgust half the way to Meridan so that she could get some goddamned panties.
