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Mordin Solus hunches over his desk typing up some results into his database. Today he was experimenting with crack rats blood and observing the effects crack has on rats blood cells. He found that it starts to denature their cells and they show decreased neural activity.
Mordins experiments have always been weird. He always thinks of things to experiment on that nobody else does. That's probably because he's different. His whole life Mordin has been told he's different, weird, a freak. Even the Normandy crew try to avoid him, they all think he talks too much and don't want to get caught up in a conversation only one of them cares about. It's why Mordin has always stuck to himself, he doesn't need the company of other people, he does just fine on his own.
At one stage he did have a thing with Kirrahe but Mordin cut that off as quickly as it started. Thankfully for him, it wasn't long after that he retired from STG and was no longer under his command. He still remembers his scent, citrus and vanilla, though the citrus always overpowered the gentle aroma of the vanilla. It was only up close that you could even get a hint of it, and Mordin was up close often. He still remembers the way Kirrahe's breath hitched at the slightest touch, Kirrahe's fingers trailing across his spine and best of all, his tongue on his neck.
The thoughts make Mordin shiver. He has to admit, he does miss their liaison, coming home from a long stressful day and being patched up by someone other than himself was nice. That's not the only thing he misses though, salarians don't usually have a high sex drive but Mordin isn't the usual salarian. He's a bit of a nympho, once he gets going it's hard to get him to settle down.
Mordin shifts on his feet, finding it hard to concentrate on his work. Shepards music coming through the vents wasn't helping either. He must admit, he enjoys her company. Every slight touch of their bodies is electrifying. In a lot of ways Shepard reminds him of Kirrahe, only Shepard made good speeches before battle. Ones that filled even his pessimistic self with hope.
Shepard has been more than a good friend to him. She's someone who seeks him out through the crowd just to talk to him. He never even had that kind of bond with Kirrahe. Shepard stops by after every mission to see how he is and what he's been thinking about. Even at random times during the day she will swing by simply to talk with him.
She is unlike anyone Mordin has ever met before. She's smart, hell she has the potential to be just as smart as him. Mordin knows her potential is wasted in the military, but he also knows she is the only one who can stop the biggest threat to have ever faced the galaxy, an enemy that can't be stopped by science alone.
He doesn't envy the situation she is in. He's caught her at some vulnerable moments, and he is always unsure on how to proceed. Human emotions are quite complicated, their face may show one thing but they may be feeling an entirely different way to their expressions. He's caught her awake at 3am, stone cold tea in hand, eyes cast into the untouched liquid. He had never felt the urge to want to hold someone like he wanted to hold her before.
Instead he sat beside her for 10 minutes until she opened up to him. It was from that day she realised she could count on him, it was from that day he realised his feelings for her. But his feelings went beyond mere emotions. He'd be lying if he said he hasn't caught himself eyeing off her impeccable waist or her thick thighs. He thinks about them far more often than he would ever care to admit. He wonders how her soft hands and delicate touch would fare in areas other than his wounds. Areas far more sensitive to touch. The thought makes him groan and shut his work down for the night. Arousal clouding over every other thought in his head.
The music from the vents stops, he knows she's on her way to see him. He curses to himself as he can't hide his excitement while he slips out of his slit against his will. He presses his hips into the desk praying she won't be staying as long as she usually does. He normally has better control over his body but not tonight, tonight all his body wants is her.
The doors to his lab open and Octavia Shepard strides on through. She was in a baggy n7 jumper and some shorts that were covered by the length of the jumper. Even so he could still see the majority of her muscular thighs, the sight makes him swallow.
"Need me for something?" There is a slight unevenness to his voice he prays she doesn't notice.
"Just come for a chat." She looks around Mordins desk, noting that for the first time since his arrival, it's clean. "Finishing up for the night?"
"Yes. Finding it difficult to focus." Mordin takes a deep breath and closes his eyes momentarily and dips his head. Shepard moves beside him and places a hand on his bicep.
"Are you okay Mordin? This isn't like you at all." Shepard places a gentle hand on his forehead to check his body temperature. "You feel a little warmer than usual, but nothing that should be an indication of illness." She stares up at him waiting for an explanation. Mordin tilts his head to the side and his eyes meet hers. He notices the worried look and the lines in her face from her slightly crinkled expression. "Mordin? Do I need to take you to my mother?"
"No. I am okay. Nothing to be worried about." He offers her his best smile but she knows him too well by now, and humans don't like taking the hint like salarians do.
"Mordin, you know if there is something going on you can talk to me about it, right?" Her brows knit together, his nonchalance is only increasing her worried demeanour.
Maybe he should just go for it. He's old and he's not going to have much chance to let her know how he feels. He has to tell her before the mission. Mordin turns his head back to hers and hesitates. Shepard opens her mouth to speak again so he decides to take the chance. Mordin cups her cheeks in his hands and pulls her face into his, pressing his lips against hers with a need that makes his stomach flutter and his chest burn. To his surprise she returns the kiss, placing her arms around her neck and moving onto the tips of her toes to get as close as possible to him.
Mordin pulls back slowly, his neck heating up from the blush spreading across his body. At first she doesn't look at him, the red on her cheeks matched the red on his suit. He takes two steps back to put some distance between them but she follows. Her hands rest on his stomach where the dip of his chest ends. He can hear his own heartbeat thrumming throughout his whole body.
Shepard turns her head up and meets his eyes for the first time since before their kiss. "I want you, Mordin." Her words are breathy and quiet. She slowly begins to take off his lab coat, slow enough for him to stop her at any time but he doesn't. She folds the coat up neatly and places it on the corner of his work bench.
"I want you too, Shepard." His hands grab her waist and he leans down to whisper in her ear. "I need you, Shepard." She releases a breathy sigh and lets her head roll to the side for him. Mordin wastes no time in sucking and nibbling at the skin while he removes her jumper.
He is shocked to find nothing underneath. Nothing but her beautiful nakedness. With much less care for her apparel, he throws her jumper to the ground and tears off his gloves. He needs to feel her skin. Mordin grips her waist again much more firmly this time and kneads her hips while he peppers kisses from her neck down to her chest. His grip tightens as he picks her up and places her on his desk with a grunt. He wastes no time with returning his attention back to the sweet taste of her supple skin.
Shepard whimpers and places a hand on his head, trying to move him lower. He pulls back with a grin. "Now, now, Shepard. Must be patient. Will give you what you want in time." She groans and grabs at his undersuit. Mordin grabs her hands and moves them away before stripping his top half down completely.
Her eyes roam over his torso like a starved varren, noting all the deep or raised scars that have indented themself into him. She's seen some of them before when she has offered to heal him, but never like this. She has never seen all of him at once. Mordin grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to the edge of their desk. His clothed erection slams into her folds, she gasps and arches her back. Mordin waits, wanting her to protest against his unmoving position.
It doesn't take her long to take the bait and begin grinding her hips up to meet his. Her soft moans became more desperate the faster she moved. A heavy hand stops her movements and presses her back into his bench. "What did I tell you about patience?" He leans in close, his lips millimetres from hers.
She doesn't answer so he slaps the side of her thigh and she yelps. "You said you will give me what I want in time." Her words are fast, she wants to skip through as quickly as possible.
"That's right." He runs a single finger down her clothed slit, she bites her bottom lip, rolls her eyes and leans back on her forearms. Mordin chuckles deeply at her desperation, he can see her wetness soaking into the fabric between her legs. His fingers curl around her waistband and slowly pulls them down her legs and brings them to his face for inspection.
"You are wet, aren't you? Tell me Shepard, how often do you imagine yourself in this position?" He gives her a side eye that would make any normal person combust on the spot. She is lost for words, all that leaves her mouth is a choked out plea. "Maybe this will refresh your mind." He leans over her, his right hand moving down her body and dives between her legs. She waits, holding her breath as steady as possible like she is about to take a shot.
Mordin runs a finger up her slit to gather her wetness, pulls back and inspects the fluid dripping from his hand. With a hum of appreciation his finger returns to circle her clitorus. He moves in slow, steady circles before increasing in pace.
"I'll ask you again, Shepard. How often do you imagine yourself in this position?" Mordin presses his finger down slightly harder making her back arch and a groan scrape its way out of her throat.
"All the time. At least once a day." Satisfied with her answer, Mordin clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
"How often have you touched yourself to me?" Once again her cheeks flush red and her eyes avert their gaze. Another firm slap to her ass brings her attention back. "Expect an answer." He tilts his head, a triumphant and knowing grin plastered on his face. "Every time I'm aroused."
"My deliciously perverted girl. Bit naughty, hmm?"
"Yes, but-" her sentence is cut short by a single finger dipping through her folds and inside of her. She cries out and covers her mouth with both shaky hands. Mordin leans down and places gentle kisses on her clit, each kiss earning a jolt from Shepard. He inserts a second finger and swipes his tongue across her clit while he uses his hands to pump in and out of her. Her breaths become more ragged and her body jolts with each movement.
"Mordin," she breathes, "I'm gonna, oh fuck I'm gonna-" her eyes roll back and Mordin watches as her orgasm rolls out. "Mordin." She moans, her body rocking back and forward out of pure sensitivity. Her high slows and her clenched muscles relax. Mordin drops the remaining clothing from his body and lines himself up with her entrance. Shepard spins around and takes his cock in her hands, playing with it before opening her mouth and sliding him down her throat.
Her head bobs up and down his thick shaft, he clenches his eyes shut and moans, hands going to her hair to take over. He holds her head still and thrusts into her mouth, spit drips from her lips and onto the floor. Mordin can feel himself getting closer to the edge, his thrusts becoming messier and his whimpers more frequent. He tries to pull away but Shepard grabs his hips and forces him back down her throat.
His seed spills into her mouth, he couldn't hold off his orgasm any longer than he already had. Cum spills out the corner of Shepards lips and slides down her chin. She pulls back and coughs, stunned at the amount she just had to swallow. A single finger collects the cum she missed and swipes it on her tongue.
She takes a deep breath and chuckles. "Pent up, Mordin?"
"You have no idea." Mordin spins Shepard around again so her bottom half is facing him. He slowly slides himself into her, careful to let her adjust to his size. When she was ready, he slowly started to thrust in and out of her. Mordin moans softly into her neck, Shepards hands grip his back tightly.
"Feel so good. Ah!" Shepard sucks at the skin of his neck and leaves her mark, right where everyone can see. Mordin is hers now, and she wants everyone to know it. Mordins thrusts were hard and deep, he's filling her in ways she didn't know she needed to be filled. His caring strokes become rougher and rougher until he picks her up and starts slamming into her as fast as he can.
Mordin draws out a groan and Shepard is moaning loud enough for Jacob to hear, but neither of them cared. Shepards entire body begins to tremble as she peaks at another orgasm, she cries out into Mordins shoulder, nails clawing at his back.
Mordin himself reaches his orgasm, with one last thrust his knot slides in and his hot seed spills into her, filling her cervix entirely. "Shepard." He moans shakily. Mordin holds their position long enough to catch his breath and let his knot retreat from her. Shepard pulls him in for another kiss and presses her forehead to his.
"If you needed me so badly, you should have asked. I would never deny you." Mordin has no response as he sets her back down on the floor and helps her clean herself up. He applies medigel to the welts on her thighs and ass and hands her a bottle of water from his mini fridge. "Thank you, Shepard."
"For what?"
"Needed you to know I have feelings for you. Good to see they are reciprocated." He nods at her and looks towards the door while he gets dressed. "Will go make you something to eat." Mordin steps out in his undersuit and heads to the kitchen. The crew sat around the table and avoided most eye contact from him. Garrus didn't look too pleased and neither did Liara.
Shepard enters the kitchen wearing his lab coat and more than likely, nothing else. Nobody said anything then, and nobody said a word when she pressed her lips to his cheek.