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Prompt#1: On Duty

“Reyes, get back here now.”

Reyes lifted one nonplussed eyebrow as he glanced around Omega’s bustling market. “I’m the only one posted in this quadrant right now, Aria. Are you sure-”

“Now. I won’t ask again.” She ended the call without another word in true Aria fashion, and Reyes sighed as he lowered his arm. He leaned against the wall looking idle for another long moment as he considered what to do next.

He instinctively didn’t trust her command at face value. Knowing Aria, this could be a test; it was entirely possible that she was simply trying to make sure he wouldn’t leave his post. But overtly disobeying a direct order from the Queen of Omega was a sure way to glean punishment later – and not the pleasurable kind.

Reyes sighed again, then surreptitiously stuck a tiny surveillance bug to the wall before setting off to meet Aria at Afterlife. If she was just trying to test him, at least he’d be able to look over the recordings later.

Fifteen minutes later, the door to Aria’s private office slid open to reveal the asari’s stern face. “You certainly took your time,” she said by way of greeting, then retreated into the office.

Reyes stepped inside and clasped his hands behind his back. “What’s the problem?” he asked. Her manner was as curt and businesslike as usual, and Reyes was relieved that he’d chosen to follow her command to return to the club.

Aria sat at the edge of the smooth curved desk that lined her wall of monitors, and Reyes frowned slightly. It wasn’t like her to sit on the desk. At least not unless they were…

Oh. Suddenly he realized why she’d called him back, and instantly felt stupid for not figuring it out earlier. He watched dumbly as she shucked off her jacket and unclasped the straps on her bodysuit with brisk efficiency, then finally found his tongue again. “Couldn’t wait until the end of my shift, could you?” he purred. “I’m irresistible, I know.”

She shot him a filthy look, then shoved her bodysuit off and kicked it aside before sitting on the desk. “You should really watch that clever tongue, smuggler,” she warned. “Get over here and put it to better use. I quite enjoyed that little trick you did last night.” She arched her back slightly and spread her legs.

Her pussy was already slick with arousal, and Reyes’ gaze was helplessly drawn to the alluring sight. Without hesitation, he strode toward her and sat in her office chair, then pushed her thighs apart and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh.

Her sharp intake of breath was his first reward, and her sweet-and-salty musk on his tongue was a close second. He swirled the tip of his tongue slowly around her clit, then laved the length of her cleft with long, slow strokes.

A jolt of pain rippled across his scalp as Aria fisted her hand in his hair. “That thing you did last night,” she gasped. “Do that.”

He smirked against the smooth orchid skin of her inner thigh. The thing she spoke of was a simple technique, but knowing Aria’s penchant for hard-and-rough, it was possible she’d never permitted her other lovers to give the kind of touch he’d meted out the previous evening.

He finally gave in to her command: he pulled back and brushed her tender clit ever-so-lightly with his lower lip, then graced her plump folds with a series of terribly gentle kisses – the kind of kiss she would never permit to touch her lips.

As he continued the torturously gentle tasting of her exquisite pussy, her fingers tightened in his hair, her thighs trembling against his face as she panted with increasingly sharp breaths. Finally she bucked against his face and arched her back viciously. “Now, Reyes!”

Her command was a sharp and desperate cry, and he obediently slid two fingers into her silken heat and firmly stroked his tongue across her achingly swollen clit.

Aria cried out with uninhibited pleasure, her inner walls contracting against his coaxing fingers, and Reyes continued to lavish her pussy with long, firm strokes of his tongue until her spasming body grew still. As soon as she was finished, she slid off the table and picked up her bodysuit.

Reyes leaned back in the chair and watched complacently as she pulled her clothes back on. Her fingers trembled slightly as she buckled up her bodysuit, and when she finally made eye contact with him again, he couldn’t be bothered to hide his satisfied smirk.

Aria scowled at him. She reached out and wiped a bit of her own arousal from his chin with her thumb. “You’re a mess,” she informed him briskly as she licked her thumb. “Go wash your face, then get back to the market. I’m docking your pay for leaving your post.”

Reyes groaned. He wasn’t really surprised – this was a classic power move on her part, after all – but it was still so fucking annoying. “You cruel bitch,” he complained.

She lifted one tattooed brow at him, but he could swear he detected the hint of a smirk at the corner of her lips. “You took an unauthorized break,” she said. “Be thankful that all you’re losing is an hour’s pay.” She strolled away toward the door of her office, and Reyes watched the sway of her hips with unabashed appreciation. Right before she left the room, she turned to glance over her shoulder at him. “Oh, and get out of my office. You’re not welcome here again until 0200 sharp.”

Reyes shook his head with fond resignation; the implicit invitation was clear in her brusque tone. He rose from her office chair and sauntered out of the office, but not before tilting his head with an equal combination of respect and sass as he passed her by. “Ma’am,” he purred, then strode toward the elevator before she could punish him further for his hint of mockery.

As he strolled back toward the market, his omni-tool dinged to advise of the change in his biweekly pay. He sighed, but with no real ire. Some things were worth more than credits, and the favour of the Queen of Omega fell squarely into that category.

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Prompt #2: Blackout

The lights go out in Afterlife, and people immediately start to scream.

Aria rolls her eyes in disgust as she rises to her feet. They’re all so fucking predictable with their senseless fear of the dark. Only the most intelligent people know how helpful the dark can be. Unfortunately, full darkness is usually a sign of trouble if it happens in her club.

She jerks her head at Grizz, and he nods sharply before murmuring an urgent command into his omni-tool. Glowing blue lights have already appeared around the periphery of the club; her asari staff are lighting the room with tiny mass effect fields, reassuring the patrons with the light while simultaneously securing every entrance.

Aria descends from her dais and heads toward the elevator that will take her up to her private office. She catches Reyes’ eyes from across the room and crooks her finger silently for him to follow.

Aria and Reyes ascend the elevator in silence. She strides toward the wall of monitors in her office and activates the backup power supply. Anyone who thinks they can sabotage Aria T’Loak during a blackout is dead wrong; she has infrared and sonic cameras in every room, and she’ll figure out who’s behind this clusterfuck soon enough.

She examines the monitors for a moment, then turns to issue a command to the smuggler, but before she can say a word, his arm snakes around her waist.

Aria jolts in surprise as the hardness of his chest brushes against her back. She shoves his arm away and spins to face him. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Reyes raises his eyebrows, but steps away from her. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

She stares at him in total exasperation. Human men are so damned predictable; she should have known this is what he would expect, and she’s reminded again why it’s a mistake to consistently sleep with one partner at a time. Sleep with just one and they start to think they’re special, and next thing you know they’re showing up at your private quarters in the middle of the night…

Despite her annoyance, her sharp gaze travels over the generous bulge of his crotch. It’s obvious that he’s already hard, and his cock twitches in his pants as though to greet her wandering gaze.

She purses her lips as she returns her eyes to his face. They stare at each other in silence for a long, tense moment, then Reyes smiles winningly. “So? How about it, then?”

Aria narrows her eyes – he’s such a cocky little shit – but she doesn’t move away when he slowly steps close and hooks one finger into the deep V-neck of her bodysuit. “Come on, Aria, you know Anto and Grizz will take care of it. If something serious was going to happen, it would have happened already.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says coldly, but her icy tone immediately melts under the heat of his mouth as he takes her lips in a firm kiss.

She instinctively parts her lips to welcome the smooth slide of his tongue, then nips his tongue with her teeth and pulls his hair. He hisses with pain as he breaks the kiss. “All you have to say is no,” he says. “There’s no need for teeth.”

Aria shoves him back, then reaches for his belt. “I’m not saying no,” she grits. She’s loathe to admit it, but there’s something to be said for this cocky human’s confidence. Aria prefers to dominate, to issue commands to her partners until they bring her satisfaction, but there’s something… interesting about being challenged once in a while.

Reyes shucks off his jacket as she pulls his belt from its loops, then gently pushes her hands away as she goes for his fly. “You might want to get busy, ma’am,” he says politely. “Your gear is slightly more complicated than mine.”

Aria shoots him a warning look as she strips off her clothes. She knows him well, and she hears the hint of mockery in his tone. But there’s no time to call him on it now. As soon as she’s naked, she sits on the desk in front of the wall of monitors and spreads her legs. “Hurry up,” she orders.

Reyes steps between her parted thighs, but instead of fucking her like she wants, he tilts her chin up with a gentle finger and strokes her lower lip with his thumb. “Turn around,” he purrs.

She wrenches her face from his grip and grabs his hair to pull his head back. “Don’t take liberties with me, you insubordinate piece of shit,” she warns. She lifts her hips off the desk and twists toward the hard rise of his cock. “Come closer-”

She breaks off with a gasp as Reyes suddenly palms her breast, then pinches her nipple hard. She releases his hair in surprise, and he dips his mouth to her other breast and sucks hard on her nipple as his hand drifts over her belly toward the apex of her thighs.

His fingers slip and slide through her wetness, and she viciously bites her lip; she doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing how badly she wants him. He lifts his mouth from her breast, and his words drifts across her neck like a hot breeze. “Turn around, Aria,” he whispers. “You know you want to.”

She sneers at him as he lifts his face to look into her eyes, but he simply smiles, his golden eyes glittering with smug intent. His fingers circle her clit in a careful rhythm as he presses his lips to her cheekbone. “You’re always in charge. Always keeping both eyes open, watching everyone’s every move.” He strokes her clit with light, teasing strokes and continues to speak in a light, teasing tone. “Loosen the reins for once. You know you want me to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head.”

She doesn’t reply; her climax is rising steadily under the careful ministration of his fingers, and she can taste blood on her tongue from biting her lip so hard. When her rapture rolls over her, the effort of keeping it hidden is too much, and she arches viciously against his chest as she cries out.

Stars are exploding behind her eyes, and she almost misses his condescending words. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Now turn around for me.”

She shoves him away and glares at him, her chest heaving with desperate breaths as she tries to fight back the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Stop fucking talking,” she pants. “Just stop. Fucking. Talking. If I hear another word from your insolent mouth, I will strangle you.”

Reyes grins at her, an unguarded expression of amusement, but he nods acquiescence and doesn’t speak. Aria scowls at him for a second longer, then turns to face the monitors and braces her palms on the desk. “Now fuck me-”

She cries out suddenly as he thrusts into her in one hard stroke. His fingers bite into her hips as he sets up a hard and driving rhythm, his hips pistoning against her ass as he pumps into her, and Aria arches her neck in bliss. She will say this much for Reyes: he’s got a great cock, and he knows how to use it. Aria enjoys a good ridged turian cock when she can find a suitable partner, but she’ll forgive Reyes for his lack of ridges since he’s so good at giving it to her hard and fast.

She arches her back slightly so he’ll strike her inner walls at a particular angle. Right as she and Reyes finish together, her shoulders trembling in climax as he spills his seed on her back, the power snaps back on.

Her omni-tool bleeps. She stands up straight and shoves Reyes away to answer the call. “Talk,” she snaps.

“It was pyjaks,” Anto blurts. “Some idiot animal trader, new to the station. Wild pyjaks chewing through the cables. I-”

“Deal with it,” Aria says curtly, then ends the call. She shoots Reyes a stern look, then pointedly glances over her shoulder toward his semen trickling down her back. “Clean this up and get out. Consider this the last time I bring you up here to help during an emergency.”

Reyes bows his head in obedient silence, then moves off to the washroom to fetch a towel. Aria folds her arms and studies the monitors with lazy satisfaction. Reyes might be a cheeky little shithead, but he knows his place when it counts.

And maybe, Aria admits, just maybe he knows when a little control can be taken.

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