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John slowly stirred awake, groggily opening his eyes. His vision was greeted with a bright light that burned his eyes. The feeling was... rude, to say the least. His head felt like it was about to split open.

' Hangover, most likely.'

Memories gradually came back to John. He began to piece the fragments together, trying to from something comprehensive, to try and make sense of the previous night.

He remembered carrying luggage, a hotel. His parents were with him.

' I'm on vacation, but where?'

His dad was assigned here. He and his squad. Something about training maneuvers with the turian military. Mom saw it as a vacation. She insisted they all go.

John rolled onto his side, the bed's nightstand greeting him. Sitting on top of the nightstand were two nearly empty bottles of liquor, one levo, one dextro. The two bottles mocked him, knowing full well they were responsible for his current sorry, state.

' Fuck you, alcohol.'

John felt something stir next to him. A feminine groan shattered the silence. John smiled to himself.

' At least I brought someone home with me.'

The girl rolled over as John had, giving a pleasant hum when she noticed John was still in bed with her.

John felt warmth wash over him, as his bedfellow embraced him from behind. She nuzzled her face into the back of his neck, lightly kissing it.

' What was her name? _ Telera _ , was it?'

John groaned as a three-fingered hand reached over and wrap around his organ. She giggled as he throbbed in her hand.

"Aroused already, I see." She noted, happily surprised.

John managed a small smile despite the hangover.

"What can I say?" John mumbled, "It's the morning; time for the rooster to wake up."

The events of the night before finally began to come back to him. Fragments, mostly, but he could make out the important parts.

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The bar was busy. People were drinking, laughing, partying. The place even had drinks for "Levos" such as John.

The place was also easier on the age restrictions. Turians joined the military at the age of 15, so that was what the turians used as a cut-off. John himself was 18, so he was alright by their standards.

His mom and dad were somewhere. John didn't know, nor did he care. He was too busy having fun. The music pulsed through him, through everyone. Limbs flailed as people writhed to the beat of the music.

After a failed attempt to woo an asari, John found himself at the bar, drowning his sorrows.

Two strong drinks (possibly ryncol) and a lovely (not really) chat with an angry krogan later, John was about ready to head home.

That's when he heard it, the sexiest voice that had ever greeted his ears.

"What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this?"

The cheesiest line in the book, but John let it slide. Anyone who sounds as sexy as that can say anything they want.

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John couldn't remember the rest of the conversation. It must have gone well. After all, he woke up in bed with her.

Luckily, John was still able to remember the main event.

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They were on his bed, in the hotel room. She was on his lap, her back to his chest.

John had one hand buried between her legs, two fingers probing her wet lips. She writhed against him, moaning quietly as he nuzzled her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin.

She let out a squeak as John's fingers brushed against her sensitive core.

"Spirits, _ deeper _!"

John smirked as she reached down to grasp his arm, trying to push him deeper inside.

Being the gentleman that he was, John obliged.

She threw her head back, moaning towards the ceiling.

John continued to feel her, really feel her. She was soft as velvet.

He brushed the spot again.

She bucked against him, giving a pleasant hum.

He touched it again.

A loud moan escaped her lips.

Again.

This time, she came. The noises she made were music to John's ears. Her juices dripped down from between her legs, coating John's fingers and spilling onto the bed.

Her body went slack in his arms, giving off a cute, little sigh. John continued to kiss her neck.

Panting from exhaustion, she finally spoke.

"I... didn't know... you could... do that... with your hands..." Each phrase punctuated by a breath.

John chuckled and withdrew from her moist depths, drawing a disappointed whine from the woman.

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John was still a bit fuzzy. But he knew more happened. He tried his hardest to pull his memories together, thinking back.

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She was sprawled on her back, her legs outstretched, revealing everything to John. John stared at it, mesmerized.

'_ So similar to human women, yet so different.' _

She groaned in half annoyance, half lust. John smirked up at her, flashing his "charming" grin.

"I don't know if turian guys do this or not, so I need to know if you're okay with this." John spoke, his voice low and meaningful.

"Whatever you're going to do, just do it already!" she gasped, her talons clutching the bedsheets.

John leaned down in between her legs, bringing his mouth up to the turian woman's wet core. His tongue lashed out, taking a long lick of her silk folds. He was met with the taste of sweet honey.

She opened her mouth, trying to make a noise, but her breath got caught in her throat.

John took another lick. A high pitched moan left her throat. Feminine. It was one of the most beautiful sounds John had ever heard. Sure, the feeling was great, but _ this _ was the reason John loved sex.

The female orgasm was... hypnotizing, to say the least.

John was a smart guy. He got good marks in school and was charismatic and likeable. He was even once told he'd make a fine soldier someday. But, ultimately, he was a lover. A hopeless romantic.

This time, John pushed his tongue passed her wet entrance, pushing inside her. He tasted her, savoring the flavor, letting her pour into his mouth.

She writhed on the bed, moaning her pleasure. She gripped the sheets tighter, almost tearing them. Her hips bucked as John's tongue worked inside her. His strong hands held her hips down, keeping her in place.

"Spirits, more...!" She barely managed to get out. John complied, working his tongue, stroking her wet, inner wall, reaching up with one hand to play with her sensitive nub.

She came, load and shameless. An immodest orgasm if there ever was one. She flowed into his mouth and he accepted her eagerly, lapping up her delicious juices.

"Spirits..."

'_ Thank god, I'm not affected by dextro fluids.' _

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John smiled at the memory. But it wasn't all that happened. There was still one more thing.

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John lay on his back, her on top of him, straddling his waist. He was already inside her, filling her completely, stretching her walls.

She bounced on his lap, taking him to the hilt each time she came back down.

Both were moaning and groaning, sweaty, and lost to their desires.

John leaned up to kiss her, embrace her, but she pushed him back down onto the mattress.

John gave her a confused look. She smiled (or the turian equivalent of a smile) back

"Please, John, you've done your part." She said, breathlessly, "Now, let me take care of you."

She purred the last sentence, making him throb inside her.

She definitely felt it, moaning loudly as she rode him into oblivion.

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John smiled, content with the events that occurred the night before. Telera snuggled up close, fitting into the crook of his arm.

"You don't have to be someplace, do you?" She asked, still half asleep.

"Nah, we're fine." John assured her, not bothering to open his eyes. He held his bedfellow, letting the morning sun bathe them in its warmth.

Someone cleared their throat. A loud, annoyed cough. The noise didn't come from Telera.

John's eyes shot open.

' Oh, Shit'

John shot up into a sitting position on the bed, jolting Telera awake as well. John stared, wide-eyed, at his parents, who were standing at the foot of the bed.

"What's wrong - Oh!" Telera sat up next to him, realizing what was wrong.

John couldn't read his parent's faces. He couldn't tell if they were angry or not. That's what scared him the most.

His parent's eyes went from their son to the turian girl next to him. This time, John could see a little amusement in their eyes.

Telera shrunk under their gaze.

"I should go." She said meekly.

"I think that's best." Hannah Shepard responded in an even tone, her cold stare unwavering.

Telera cautiously got out of bed, picking up her scattered clothes up off the hotel room's floor.

Soon, she was dressed and she started for the door, but not before turning to face John one last time.

"Um... call me!" She blurted out.

John's parents turned to face her, causing her to double-time her way out the door.

The door closed and John was left, naked, with his parents staring at him.

A minute went by.

They still stared at him. Their eyes, unreadable.

Five minutes.

John couldn't take it anymore.

"What are you guys doing in my room?" John asked.

His dad laughed, loud and heartily. His mom smiled. But their eyes remained blank.

"That's a good question, John." His father said with mock praise. "You see, what you did wouldn't be a problem with your mother and I had you returned with your friend to your room."

His mom took over.

"But, John, sweetie, the problem here is that you didn't go back to your room."

The realization hit John like a sack of bricks.

This was his parent's room.

' Shit'

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So there stood John, in only his boxers, outside his parent's hotel room as they discussed what to do with their son.

John received a few strange looks from the other inhabitants of the hotel, some of appreciation, others... not so much. He ignored them, for the most part.

He could hear his parents arguing through the door.

"He gets this from you, you know that, right?"

"Me? Why me?"

"You know what I mean! When you were a grunt in the Alliance you told me you slept with all those aliens!"

"But I don't recall fucking any _ turians _ when I was his age, Hannah. I believe that was _ your _ personal experience."

"Dear god, we've created a new 'Captain Kirk', haven't we?"

John buried his face in his hands.

' Please, God, kill me now.'

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