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Travis sat up with a start as his communicator began ringing in his ear from an incoming call. The human intern ran a hand through his combed brown hair, letting out a sigh as the world flew by outside the window of his skycar in motion. After several rings, he put a finger to his earpiece and answered the call.

“Travis?" the other voice asked, seemingly hearing nothing from Travis but his labored breathing for several moments.

“Oh…Ambassador Goyle. H- how are you?" he gripped the armrests of his skycar seat, his legs shaking.

“Well rested, Travis," Goyle replied. “And I hope you are as well. How were your days off?"

“Oh, I'm d- doing fine, ambassador."

“Are you sure? You don't exactly sound fine," Goyle said with a laugh. “I do hope my promising new intern didn't enjoy himself too much this weekend."

“N- no…of course not." Travis gasped sharply.

“If you do intend to work today, Travis, I would suggest at least buying some medication on the Presidium for whatever ails you this morning," Goyle opined. “Changing topics. How did you make out with our mutual friend?"

Between Travis' legs, a certain female turian dignitary popped Travis' prick from her mouth. “Hello, Ambassador Goyle."

“Oh, Primarch Melchorian," Goyle said, sounding surprised on the other end of the communicator. “I was not expecting to find you here."

“Well," Sevina began, her talons gently stroking Travis' long, hard member, slick with her saliva. “Travis was an absolute gentleman, keeping me company down in the Wards like he did. I felt that picking him up and giving him a ride to the human embassy was the least I could do to repay him." Sevina winked up at him.

Travis watched with bated breath as the gorgeous alien woman's green eyes flashed up at him with mischievous intent. Her mouth descended toward his lap again and he watched as her blue tongue lashed out over the head of his cock. His member twitched with mounting arousal as her mouth turned up into a grin. She sucked the first couple inches of his cock into her hungry maw again, even as Travis' boss was on the other end of a live call.

“Well, I am quite pleased to hear it, Primarch…"

Travis threw his head back as his secret lover - one of the highest members of the turian government - hungrily bobbed her head up and down his turgid shaft, running her talons gently up and down his legs. He gently held the top of her head, his fingers stroking the top of her fringe as she purred in her throat.

“...Travis has a good head on his shoulders."

Sevina smiled up at him as he reached down and stroked her cheek, causing her to flare her mandibles slightly with glee as she fellated him fervently. “Mmhmm," she intoned.

“I am not interrupting anything, am I, Primarch?"

Her mouth came up from his cock again, taking a deep breath as she stroked his cock again to keep it up. “Oh no. Just enjoying a…morning snack. Breakfast." Travis could not help but let out a bemused laugh that he hoped Goyle would not pick up on.

Fuck, this woman would be the death of him, Travis thought.

Sevina gave him a wink before her head descended again, taking his cock back into her mouth. Soft sucking sounds filled the interior of Sevina's skycar. Her gorgeous, cat-like eyes gazing up at him while she worshiped his cock never failed to make him weak at the knees. A part of him still couldn't understand how poor Earth trash like him had gotten to the point of having the turian hierarchy's primary representative enthusiastically fellating his cock on a regular basis these past few days. Even now, he still needed to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming.

“Well, I won't take up anymore of your time. Enjoy your breakfast, both of you," Goyle's voice said from the communicator.

Sevina slipped his cock from her mouth, sucking in a breath. “Oh, I plan to. Thank you, Ambassador Goyle." She inhaled his cock back into her gullet, her head bobbing once more.

“T- thank you, Ambassador. See you s- soon," Travis gasped as Sevina's tongue delicately flicked the sensitive underside of his cockhead. He clicked off the communicator, thankful that he and his older turian lover could indulge themselves for the rest of their ride without having to keep their voices down for the benefit of Travis' boss any longer.

Travis held onto the seat cushions for dear life as the turian primarch tried to suck his soul out of his body from his cock. His hands went back to her head, his fingers tracing over the softer parts of her head in between her harder plates and her spiky fringe. She purred in her throat from the gesture and her head bobbed even harder, her tongue swirling around his shaft and cockhead as she provided more suction.

The teen human intern could not hold back any longer. Sevina was simply too good at this, and had gotten even better from devouring him many times over the past few days.

“Sevina…I'm about to…" he groaned, warning her.

“Mmhmm," Sevina purred enthusiastically in her throat, only increasing her efforts to push him over the edge.

Seeing that she wasn't stopping, Travis only hoped she was the more responsible of the two and had taken the necessary prototype pill for just such an occasion. Such a precaution was needed considering his cum was literally toxic for her, just as ingesting her fluids was for him.

“Oh shit, oh shit," Travis gasped before he finally popped. “Sevina!"

His cock twitched in her mouth before a rope of cum burst from the tip of his cock, filling her gullet. The older turian woman squealed like a slutty schoolgirl, bobbing her head, gently tickling his balls with her talons and swallowing down rope after sperm-filled rope of his seed. He saw stars as her tight throat and vigorous blue tongue milked him of every drop of cum he was capable of producing.

His orgasm finally came to an end and Travis fell back against the seat cushions with a ragged sigh. He looked tiredly down at Sevina and she smiled up at him like the cat that got the cream. She indeed had, after all. She grinned, tilted her head back, and swallowed his load with a satisfied “ah."

It was nearly enough to cause new life to surge back into his wilting cock once more.

“It is such a shame that your cum is toxic for dextros. Because you are fucking delicious, stud. I could swallow ten of your loads a day if you would let me."

Travis rolled his eyes, laughing. “Oh god, please, no. I wouldn't survive that."

Sevina laughed, settling into the seat alongside him. “Good way to go though, no?"

Travis nodded. “Oh yeah, the best." He looked over at his lithe alien lover. She was wearing a more conservative dress today, and he was already imagining himself stripping it off her. “You took the pill?" He asked.

She playfully flicked his nose with a talon. “Of course I took it," she replied playfully. “I may love the taste of your human seed, but I'm not keen on dying from it."

Travis smiled. “That's understandable." He looked outside the skycar, realizing that they were getting close to the human embassy, much to his disappointment. “Do you think Ambassador Goyle suspects something?"

Sevina shrugged. “I was not exactly subtle, I will admit," she said with a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of her neck. “Your boss is a shrewd woman, and I think it's safe to assume that she suspects something. But I see no reason to worry. You are of age, and what we're doing is not illegal. It might cause a slight stir if anyone found out, but I've handled worse." Travis nodded with uncertainty. Sevina reached out and stroked his cheek. “Hey, come on now. Everything will be fine."

A moment later, the skycar pulled up in front of the human embassy. Travis let out a sigh. “Ugh, I am not ready for this. Do I really need to go to work today?"

“Yes you do, sir," Sevina scolded, sounding very much like his mother all of a sudden. “Goyle already gave you a couple days off to…escort me. Playtime is over."

He grinned cheekily at her. “Maybe you should have thought about that before draining me in more ways than one. I just want to take a nap now."

Sevina straddled his lap, wrapping her long arms around the back of his neck with a giggle. “I couldn't let my little stud start his week with full balls, could I?" she said mischievously. “You'll just have to down some coffee and manage the rest of the day."

Travis nodded. He was silent for several moments before he turned back to her. “Will I see you again?" He tried not to sound too desperate, but it wasn't easy for him. This amazing woman had taken his virginity and left quite the impression on him, after all. He'd be a fool not to make an attempt to continue…whatever this was.

“That depends…do you want to see me again?" Sevina asked, smoothing out her dress.

“Do you really need to ask?"

She smiled at him, leaning in and pressing her mouth to his lips. They couldn't exactly “kiss" in the traditional way that humans did, but the gesture and intent was there all the same.

“Then you will see me again." She frowned slightly. “Things are about to get busy for me though, with an election coming up. So you may have to be patient."

Travis eagerly nodded. “I understand." He sighed, awkwardly tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping himself up. Once he'd looked halfway presentable for work, Sevina opened the car door for him. He ducked his head out of the skycar, looking in both directions to make sure nobody familiar spotted him leaving such a recognizable turian politician's vehicle. When the coast was clear, he looked back at Sevina one last time.

“Thank you, Sevina. For everything."

She smiled and winked at him. “No. Thank you. I meant what I told your boss. You were wonderful."

The turian primarch gave him a parting wave, the door shut behind her and she was gone a moment later. Travis sighed, running a hand through his slightly unkempt hair. He was beginning to miss her already. He knew it was a tad shameful, like a lovesick puppy. But he couldn't help it.

Still, real life responsibilities were the priority now. As he walked up to the embassy, he was in that moment glad that she had given him a blowjob. Otherwise he'd still probably be sporting an embarrassing tent in his pants from the memory of all that they'd gotten up to in Sevina's penthouse for the past few days.

+++

“Travis?" Ambassador Goyle leaned over into his cubicle. “Could you send me the speech transcript from last week?"

Travis nodded automatically, not looking up at her. “Sure thing." Though he tried to hide it, he knew there was a bit of a dejection creeping into his voice.

It had been two weeks, and during that time he had not heard a peep from Sevina. He knew that he should probably not worry as much as it was. Sevina was a busy woman - far above the likes of a mere mortal like him, even if he also worked in politics. He knew it was probably unreasonable to expect something back from her after two weeks, considering the agendas she likely had on her plate at any given time. She was representing her whole planet, after all. And he knew he should've felt lucky enough to have even spent the time that he had with her.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a degree of hurt. What if she simply had paid lip service to the idea of seeing him again but had no intention of doing so? He could've been nothing more than a booty call before she returned to Palaven without a care in the world. She'd made it plainly clear that she had been pent up and needy when she first met him, after all. What if he really was just a temporary boy toy distraction for him to get her rocks off? A part of him always knew it was naive to hold out hope that she saw him as anything else. Him, a mere human intern.

Goyle cocked her head at him. “Is something wrong, Travis? You seem a bit down today."

He looked up from his desk, giving her a feigned smile. “I'm alright, really." He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “Just…some personal stuff going on. But it's not affecting my work, I promise."

“I never said it was," Goyle replied. She was silent for several moments, gazing at him. “Would this have something to do with your new lady friend?"

Travis' eyes widened. “H- how did…?"

Goyle smiled wryly, the older woman crossing her arms at him. “Cmon Travis. Do you think I have no social life outside of being an ambassador? I knew that it had to be a lover that was getting you so distracted."

“Right, sorry," Travis said, running a hand through his hair. He let out a forlorn sigh. “It's been a couple weeks and I haven't heard anything from her. Not a peep. I know that might be a silly thing to get hung up about, but it seemed like she and I had a good thing going, you know?"

Goyle gave him a sympathetic smile, reaching down and touching his shoulder. “If she's as busy and as hard of a worker as you are, maybe she just needs a little more time. And if worse comes to worse, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, especially here on the Citadel. There are plenty of women who would love a sweet young guy like you, I can assure you."

Travis felt a little bolstered by Goyle's praise. He smiled and nodded. “Wow…thank you, Ambassador. It does feel good to hear that, and I hope you're right."

“Travis, you've worked with me for a few weeks now, so there's no need to call me by my title anymore. Call me Anita," she said with a smile.

“Oh…ok, Anita." Travis admittedly felt strange shaking off the formalities when it came to Goyle. He'd only ever seen her as a very no-nonsense politician. He supposed she had to be, in order to be one of the foremost representatives on the Citadel, surrounded by other species who still saw humanity as the new kid on the block. It was surprising to him to see her show more and more of this side of herself to him. But it also led him to believe that he had to be making a good impression on her as his intern thus far, if she was being more informal with him like this.

His young mind couldn't help but wander toward admitting how attractive Anita Goyle herself was. For an older woman in her fifties, she barely looked a day over thirty in his eyes. She kept herself in peak physical condition and Travis admitted that her tan skin and light colored hair did turn his head. He would never cross the line of mixing business with pleasure when it came to Goyle; the idea of even flirting with her intimidated the hell out of him. And he doubted she was even interested in him.

Then again, he had thought the same thing about Sevina.

“Cheer up, Travis," Goyle said. “I think you'll hear from her sooner rather than later. In fact, I know it."

Travis could only nod. Things didn't seem quite so rosy to him as far as Sevina was concerned. Goyle sure sounded certain of it though.

“Anyway," Goyle continued. “As far as work goes, I wanted to inform you about tomorrow."

“Tomorrow?" Travis asked, curious.

Goyle nodded. “Yes. There will be what you could call a party here on the Citadel. On the Citadel Tower, in fact. I got you an invite, and I'd like you to be there. Others from the human embassy will be attending as well. Is that something you are comfortable with? I know it's a bit last-minute."

Travis' eyes widened. “Oh…of course! I mean, I had heard about it, but I just assumed I wouldn't be needed for an occasion like that."

“Don't sell yourself short. You've been a valuable asset and a good intern to me so far. Of course I could use you there," she said with a smile. “In any event, this party won't require much from you. It's just a party, officially. Unofficially, it's a room full of officials smiling through their teeth at other people with agendas in opposition to their own and talking behind their backs the moment they walk away. Nothing unusual for our circle. Just rub shoulders with some foreign dignitaries, have a few drinks and have dinner, and then call it a night. You'll be fine."

“Ok, I can do that."

She smiled. “Good." She turned from his cubicle to walk away before stopping herself. “Oh, and feel free to leave early today to buy yourself a nice suit. I've transferred discretionary funds to you for that."

“Oh wow…thank you, Anita."

Goyle winked. “Dress to impress, right? In any event, I'll pick you up from your apartment tomorrow night and we can go together. Try not to take it too seriously. Have some fun while you're there."

Travis nodded. Perhaps Goyle was right; this party might be just the distraction he needed. The perfect thing to take his mind off of Sevina for a little while.

+++

“Are you nervous, Travis?" Goyle asked.

Travis gave a laugh. “What gave it away?"

“You've tugged at your collar about ten times in the last minute. And you were pacing back and forth in front of your apartment building when I came to pick you up."

He sighed. “I've just never been to something like this. A party on Citadel Tower, with the Council there and everything? Hard to believe, considering where I was a few years ago. I am just afraid that they aren't going to want me here."

Goyle put a hand on his knee comfortingly. “Relax. Most people here won't know or care about your background. They'll be too busy worrying about their own political enemies and criticizing the caviar from Sur'Kesh. Besides, it would do them some good to speak to someone like you. Someone with a sense of perspective, who actually lives in that reality rather than in an ivory tower."

Travis grinned, feeling a little less nervous from Goyle's description of her colleagues and fellow politicians. “Do you expect any anti-human animosity at an event like this?"

“From the turians? Almost certainly. The wound of the First Contact War is still fresh, after all. Many of the others have their opinions too. I doubt most will have the courage to voice them to our faces whilst we're here though."

Travis nodded with a sigh.

She turned to him. “Things will get better. That's one of the things I'm working to achieve. With your help, of course."

He smiled at her, and noticed that the skycar came to a stop.

“We're here," she said. “So put on your best fake smile. And try to have some real fun too, if you can. You look great, by the way. I imagine you'll get more than a few looks while you're here."

“You think so?" he said, his cheeks getting a little red. Travis had bought himself a nice black suit with silver cufflinks. His dark hair was slick back and he'd put on what he hoped was the right amount of cologne for an occasion such as this.

“I know it," Goyle said, stepping out from the car. Travis followed her out, and his eyes went to her bum as she was stepping out. Truth be told, Goyle herself looked quite stunning today. This was another side of his boss that he hadn't seen, as she had a silver dress that accentuated all of her features quite well, proving once again how good she looked for her age. Unfortunately for him, Goyle caught on despite his attempts to be subtle. “Did I catch your eye, Travis?"

Travis turned bright red and he quickly averted his gaze.

Goyle laughed. “Relax, Travis. I'm teasing you." She offered him her hand to help him out of the car. He sheepishly took it, standing up alongside her. “It's nice that I can still turn the heads of handsome younger guys like you," she whispered to him.

Travis again blushed, tugging at his collar. Goyle seemed to delight in his sheepishness.

“Come on, let's head inside, Mr. Haleson," Goyle said, continuing to smile at him.

Travis walked alongside Goyle up to the entrance to Citadel Tower, passing by the expensive, top-of-the-line skycars that were parked on the landing platform. Skycars the likes of which he could never afford in his wildest dreams. It sank in for Travis that he was really going to be mingling with the cream of the crop of the Citadel's political elite.

As they walked up the entrance, Goyle tapped Travis on the shoulder. “Look. It's the turian delegation."

Travis' eyes widened and he looked at the group of turians entering the tower. Several tall, skinny figures adorned in traditional Palaven garb were flanked by their bodyguards. When he saw a figure walking in the center of the group, his breath caught in his throat. It was her. How could he not have foreseen that she would be here? He felt silly for not realizing that the primarch of Palaven would be present at such an event.

Sevina was wearing a stunning green dress that matched her striking eyes and was quite revealing, showing off her long legs and the soft and hard parts of her torso. He found it difficult to contain his own arousal upon seeing her again in such a revealing outfit. The xenophile that had been awakened in him could not help but think of the many times they'd made love in various positions around Sevina's penthouse. His mind went to other things, so as not to sprout an embarrassing boner in front of everyone at the party.

The primarch and her entourage passed in front of Goyle and Travis, and Travis smiled as Sevina walked a few feet in front of him. Goyle nodded to her as she passed and Sevina nodded back. She did not spare him a glance before she and the other turians continued on, walking through the entrance. Travis felt like the ground opened up and swallowed him as he watched Sevina walk past him like he didn't even exist. His worst fears were seemingly confirmed; she really did seem to see him as nothing more than a temporary boy toy, a distraction from her work.

“Ah, it looks like our mutual friend is here," Goyle said. She noticed his downtrodden visage and patted him on the shoulder. “Are you alright, Travis?"

Remembering where he was, he snapped out of it, clearing his throat. “Ya, I'm fine," he murmured.

Goyle looked back and forth between him and Sevina's passing entourage. She gave him a curious look. “Come on, chin up," she said to him encouragingly. “Let's head on in and try to enjoy ourselves, ya?"

Travis nodded, following Goyle up to the asari hostess who was accepting invites. All the while, he felt like dirt. What a naive fool he had been for thinking that the primarch of Palaven would've ever given him the time of day. Even if she never wanted anything to do with him again, he just wanted her to talk to him one last time, to explain to him how she really felt, if nothing else.

He followed Goyle into the atrium of Citadel Tower and looked around, seeking out Sevina and her entourage. The open room had a series of decorated large tables set up and the lights were dimmed slightly, giving an inviting atmosphere for the party. A dance floor was arranged further back for those wanting to partake, although only a few asari, salarians and humans currently occupied it. More attendees seemed to frequent the two bars on either side of the room, and groups of people of various species could be found throughout the room - diplomats and embassy staff all chatting with each other.

Travis spotted her in the middle of the room. She and the other turians had seated themselves down at one of the tables as asari waiters came by to start serving them drinks. Once again, Travis made his presence known and hoped that Sevina would look at him from across the room, but instead she turned to a female salarian diplomat who walked over, shaking her hand and conversing with her.

Goyle tapped Travis on the shoulder and he turned to her. “Travis? Were you listening to me?"

Travis shook his head. “Oh, s- sorry, Ambassador. My head was in the clouds a bit. What did you need?"

Goyle smirked at him, as did a purple-skinned asari who was standing next to Goyle. “You are forgiven, Travis. I know a party like this is a lot to take in, yes? I was just introducing you to Matriarch Enyra. She is the headmistress for the University of Serrice on Thessia."

Travis smiled and shook the asari's hand. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Matriarch." Temporarily distracted from Sevina, Travis took a moment to realize that he'd never met an asari matriarch before. The fact that he was standing in the middle of Citadel Tower, only a short walk away from the Council chamber, was still a surreal experience for him.

The asari smiled. “The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Haleson. I must admit, I still have not met many humans, so I do hope I spoke your last name correctly. Tell me - have you enjoyed working as an intern with the human embassy so far?"

Goyle grinned, taking a sip of champagne that a waiter with a tray had offered to her. “No pressure in front of your boss, Travis."

Travis smiled and nodded. “Oh yes. Working with Ambassador Goyle has been a great experience so far. I'm quite fortunate."

“I'm glad to hear it," Enyra said. “Have you met anyone interesting tonight, or am I the first?"

Travis gulped, thinking of Sevina once again. The distraction from any thoughts about her had been short-lived. Try as he might, he just couldn't get his mind off of her. “You would be the first," Travis laughed, tugging his collar.

“But far from the last," Goyle said, taking Travis by the arm. “Matriarch, it has been a pleasure. Travis and I must mingle some more, but you and I must speak again later, especially about biotic amp funding."

Matriarch Enyra bowed and smiled at both of them. “Of course. Ambassador Goyle. Mr. Haleson."

Goyle led Travis away. As she did, she covertly snagged another glass of champagne from one of the trays marked “Human", and handed it to Travis. “Here. I do believe you'll need some liquid courage to get you through three dozen more polite conversations."

Travis accepted the champagne glass, surprised. “Ambassador…I mean, Anita. I'm not old enough to drink."

“It's fine," Goyle said. “You don't have to drink it if you don't want to, of course. But nobody will hassle you here if you wish to."

That was all the incentive Travis needed, taking his first sip. The taste was smooth, crisp and refreshing, and Travis was immediately glad he'd taken it. It was his first time drinking alcohol of any kind. Even when he'd first met Sevina in the bar, he'd not had a drink there or in any of his subsequent time spent with her.

“Good, right?" Goyle asked and Travis nodded with a smile. “Cmon. Let's soldier on, Travis."

For the next half hour or so, Goyle introduced Travis to a veritable who's who of Citadel diplomats and noteworthy representatives of council homeworlds. By the time he was through, he'd met so many that his head was spinning from his inability to retain the names of even half of them.

By now, he and Goyle had separated. She was currently by the bar speaking to the salarian councilor in low tones, clearly about something important. The ability to make serious political conversation in between the banal niceties was the art that Goyle was clearly adept in. Travis envied her in that regard, and he suspected it would take a while before he could come close to the same level of diplomatic savvy that she possessed.

Travis had nothing else to do, and nobody else at the party who he felt comfortable enough hanging out with aside from Goyle. He looked across the room at Sevina again, and saw that she and her colleagues were still sitting at the table, only this time she seemed to be alone save for her bodyguard and two others. Most of the other turians had seemingly wandered off to do their own mingling. Travis immediately saw an opportunity, and the “liquid courage" that Goyle had given him certainly helped to inspire him.

He killed the rest of his champagne glass and started walking in the direction of Sevina before he could talk himself out of it. Even if he made an ass of himself, he would regret not taking the chance to speak with her even more. When he reached Sevina's table, her head turned toward him just as her security detail stood up and stopped Travis in his tracks.

“Where do you think you're going, human?" the tall male turian said, a hand pressed to Travis' chest to prevent him from going any further. Travis detected a bit of edge in the turian's voice that went beyond him simply taking his job too seriously. Travis wondered if this turian was a veteran of the First Contact War who was holding a grudge.

“It's alright, Traxus. You can let him by. I want to speak with him." Travis smiled, feeling bolstered by Sevina actually giving him the time of day rather than having him turned aside. He half expected Sevina to order him thrown out entirely, given the sudden indifference she was showing to him. The male turian grunted and stepped aside, letting Travis through.

Sevina looked up at him with a smile, and Travis felt his heart beat in his chest. Standing before her again, he was utterly dazzled by her beauty, especially when her striking green eyes gazed like the loveliest of emeralds up at him. It took all his willpower not to think back to those same eyes gazing up at him while she fellated his cock. That was very unbecoming of him, especially in a social gathering such as this.

“Hello there. Travis Haleson, is it? You work for Ambassador Goyle?" Sevina asked him, reaching out her hand.

Travis blinked with confusion at first. But something in her gaze prompted him to respond in kind. Perhaps it would be best to give off the pretense that the two of them had never met before. Given her status, it made sense to do so. Was this perhaps why she had pretended to ignore him up to this point?

“Yes, I am, and I do," Travis said with a smile, taking her taloned hand in his. “It's such an honor to meet you, Primarch Melchorian."

Sevina smiled, looking across the table at one of her colleagues. “You see, Arvus? You were saying earlier that humans lack decorum and manners, and yet this young man seems to have an ample amount of both, wouldn't you say?"

Arvus, a male turian with light gray coloring, snorted. “I doubt it, Sevina. Goyle probably sent this lapdog of hers over because she wants something out of you."

Sevina rolled her eyes. “Please forgive Arvus. He knows how to demand more military spending and stronger borders, but little else." She patted the chair next to him. “Please, have a seat. I've not had the opportunity to talk to many humans tonight. And I do believe the waiters will be bringing dinner for the guests soon."

Travis eagerly accepted, trying not to appear too desperate in front of Sevina or her companions, especially this Arvus who appeared to be none too fond of humans. Sevina faced him, taking a sip of turian brandy, her eyes never leaving his. For several moments they said nothing, before Sevina set her glass aside.

“So Travis. How do you find the party so far? I assume this is your first on the Citadel."

Travis nodded, playing along. “I've met many interesting people so far."

Sevina nodded, smiling. “So I've seen. You and Ambassador Goyle seem to have made your rounds. Does anyone in particular interest you?"

Travis tapped his chin. He decided to just take the proverbial plunge. “Oh yes. I just hope she still feels the same way."

Sevina smiled knowingly, running the tip of her talon around the rim of her glass. “Oh I am sure she does, Travis. I'm sure she does." She gave him a wink.

Travis gulped, but inwardly he was overjoyed. Her behavior still confounded him, but that last gesture was clear: she was still into him. Before he could fully process this, Sevina's eyes lit up as Goyle approached the table. “Ah, Ambassador Goyle."

“Primarch. I hope you're doing well. May Travis and I join you?" Goyle asked, nodding to the chair on the other side of Travis.

Sevina smiled. “Please do."

Goyle pulled the chair out and sat down beside Travis, nodding to him. At that moment, the male turian diplomat grimaced from across the table, looking back and forth between Goyle, Travis and Sevina herself. “Sevina…I thought this was a turian table."

Sevina rolled her eyes. “Behave yourself, Arvus. We don't segregate ourselves at a gathering such as this. This is about unity, not separation." She looked at Travis, smiling. “Isn't that right, Mr. Haleson?"

Travis hesitated before nodding. “Yes…that's right, Primarch."

Arvus eyed both him and Goyle with contempt. “Unity. Right."

Sevina looked back at Goyle and Travis. “Please forgive Defense Minister Arvus. He has his virtues, but tact is not one of them."

Goyle shrugged. “Think nothing of it." A moment later, waiters arrived to begin serving plates of the finest cuisine from Council planets to each of the guests. “Perhaps he just needs to eat," Goyle said, prompting a smirk from both Travis and Sevina.

As the turians and humans at the table ate their dinner, Arvus continued rambling on about expansion into the Attican Traverse with his cohorts, Travis turned to Sevina and made eye contact with her again. The primarch, idly resting her chin in her hand while pretending to listen to Arvus' ramble, subtly made a nonverbal motion down to her wine glass.

Travis didn't know what she was directing his attention to at first. His eyes widened a moment later when he finally saw what she was motioning to. She had dropped a single familiar pill into her wine glass. As Travis watched, she delicately picked up the wine glass between two of her talons, swirled the pill around in the wine, winked at him, before downing the rest of her wine and the pill in one go.

Why would she need that here and now?!

A moment later, he no longer needed to wonder. He felt her hand touch his thigh beneath the table. Travis shivered, turning to Sevina with a look that said, “what are you doing?!" Sevina for her part was unfazed aside from the barest hint of a grin tugging at her lips and the slight playful twitch of her mandibles, her focus still appearing to be on Arvus.

The human intern looked around to make sure nobody else at the table or elsewhere including Goyle had caught on to what he and the primarch of Palaven were getting up to. Especially when Sevina's talons began making gentle tip-toes across his inner thigh gradually working their way up to his crotch.

“Not entirely true, Arvus," Sevina suddenly chimed in. But as she spoke, her fingers did not stop what they were doing beneath the table, demonstrating an aptitude for multitasking. Her talons began to unbutton Travis' pants. Did she really intend to do that here, in the middle of the party?! “Technically nobody has a claim on the Traverse. Just unofficial spheres of influence between the Council and the Terminus Systems."

Travis sucked in a breath as Sevina opened up his fly and fished out his cock beneath the table. His joy at the fact that she was still very much interested in him after two weeks of silence was tempered by fear of being caught with his dick out in the open. He tried to calm himself down; nobody had any reason to suspect anything as long as he kept his composure, he told himself.

“For now," Arvus snorted. “Until the Council sees fit to allow the turians to expand further into the region. We're the only ones with the strength to combat the lawless elements of that region and safeguard any colonies that are established there."

Travis bit his lip as Sevina's talons delicately wrapped themselves around his half-hard member. His breathing hiked up a notch as the primarch began tenderly massaging his cock, being careful not to injure him with her sharp talons in the process. Two weeks of distance from him had clearly not dulled her keen familiarity with his anatomy, and she was still keenly aware of how careful she needed to be with him.

“Careful, Arvus. Perhaps we ought to steer the conversation toward something else, considering present company," Sevina suggested, nodding her head toward Goyle, Travis and the other humans at the large table. Beneath the table, her stroking was having an effect on the teenaged intern. Blood pumped into his cock and caused him to grow as stiff as a steel pipe soon enough.

Sevina's tender stroking caused his hard cock to throb even harder. And Travis had to admit that the thrill of doing this in public was more arousing than he would've anticipated. A bead of precum emerged from the tip of his cock. Sevina's thumb found his sensitive cockhead and gently swirled over it, coating his member in his own precum to lubricate her stroking.

“What of it?" Arvus retorted from across the table, even as Sevina's fingers were delicately massaging Travis' cock with the perfect amount of grip, the tips of her talons delicately tickling the sensitive underside of his cockhead at the end of each stroke. “This is about unity, right? So surely our human counterparts can stand to listen to dissenting opinions, can't they?"

Travis had to grip the edge of his seat, struggling to even chew his food as Sevina's hand rubbed his cock, lathering it up with his precum. He gasped, nearly choking on his lemon pepper chicken when Sevina's fingers traveled to his balls, gently cradling and tickling them before returning to stroking his shaft. Their time together, engaging in a fuckfest around her penthouse several times a day had ensured that she knew the anatomy of his cock like the back of her hand, which she amply demonstrated beneath the table without being able to even see it.

“Oh, you needn't worry, Arvus," Goyle chimed in, idly playing with her food with her fork. “I'm quite used to dealing with warhawks like yourself on a daily basis." This got a look of disdain from Arvus, but Travis had other things on his mind. Sevina had increased the tempo of her stroking, pumping his cock in her hand even faster, harder. Thankfully, the music, the dimmed lights, and all the chatter and eating prevented anyone at the table from catching on to what the two of them were up to.

Travis felt himself mere moments away from a climax. By now, he was sweating and likely looked like quite the fool to anyone who bothered to pay close enough attention to him. For once in his life, he was immensely thankful that people tended to ignore his presence. If he was caught with his cock fished out at a political gathering such as this, he would never recover from it.

“Hey, Ambassador. I think there's something wrong with your intern," Arvus pointed out, looking at him.

Travis let out a chuckle to break the awkward tension, but Sevina's stroking had not ceased. In fact, the cheeky primarch was actually grinning at him. “Ah, n- no. I'm just n- not feeling great," Travis blurted out.

Arvus snorted. “I can see you are taking the very best under your wing, Goyle."

Sevina gave a nice, firm stroke from the base of his shaft up to his cockhead, and Travis reached his peak. It took all the willpower he had to stifle his gasp as the cum rushed up his shaft and spurted out of the tip of his cock. He did not have the luxury of worrying about the fact that he was blowing his load underneath a table with other diplomats, or that one of them would see his mess if they so much as dropped their fork under the table by accident. All he could do was hold on for dear life as the turian seductress next to him milked him for all he was worth.

Goyle patted him on the shoulder. “Ignore Arvus. You can leave if you aren't feeling well, Travis."

Travis huffed. Thankfully, his intense orgasm was tapering off, and the gravity of what he and Sevina had just done came crashing down on him. “No, it's f- fine. Really," he said with the best fake smile he could muster.

He looked at Sevina, and his eyes widened. Unbeknownst to seemingly everyone else at the table, Sevina had covertly extracted her glass from beneath the tablecloth. She brought the glass to her lips and downed its contents. His observant eye noted that it was not champagne she drank. Her glass was filled to the brim with a milky white concoction. He gulped, feeling renewed life in his flagging erection as she drank an entire load of his cum right in front of a table of unsuspecting diplomats including his own boss.

“Ah. Positively delicious."

Goyle turned and raised her brow at the alien woman. “You enjoyed your meal, Primarch?"

“Mhm," Sevina said. “And my dessert was even better."

Travis gulped, and Goyle looked at him strangely. As did Arvus, who was starting to look positively suspicious. Thankfully, Sevina stood up onto her feet, and Travis took that opportunity to button up his pants beneath the tablecloth. “If you'll excuse me. I need to go to the ladies' room." She nodded at Goyle and her fellow turians, but ignored Travis entirely. Arvus took one last look at Goyle and Travis before he and the other turians got up, not wanting to be at the table with the human ambassador and her intern with Sevina no longer there.

When the turians were out of hearing range, Goyle, now alone with Travis, turned toward him. “That was quite risky, you know."

Travis paled. He felt his heart pounding in his ears. “W- what do you mean?"

“The little bit of fun you and your turian lover chose to get up to during dinner."

Travis opened his mouth several times as he turned beat red. “Y- you knew?"

Goyle took a sip of champagne. “I had my suspicions the night you met with her for the first time and didn't return a few of my calls. I imagine she was…keeping you quite busy at the time." Travis tugged his collar nervously and cleared his throat at that. “But I didn't know for sure until I saw the way you two looked at each other today."

Travis had to take another sip of his own beer to take some of the edge off. He set down the beer bottle and looked back at his boss nervously. “And…you disapprove of this?"

Goyle rubbed the back of her neck, pondering this for several moments. “No, I would not say I disapprove of it. You are of age, and it was completely consensual. And so far - and forgive me for saying this - you are only an intern, so it is not what I consider to be a professional conflict of interest. At least for now.' She took another sip of champagne before continuing. “But I do worry about this awkward position this will put you in, personally. You're a young guy with your whole career ahead of you, and Sevina is an older woman and one of the highest powers of the turian government. I didn't anticipate the implications of that."

Travis' eyes widened. “Anticip- wait a minute. Did you…plan this, Anita?"

Goyle shrugged. “I did not intend for her to seduce you into her bed. I heard a few rumors through the grapevine - unsubstantiated, of course - of the primarch's supposed romantic preferences. So yes, I did send you to accompany her that night just to give her a friendly person to open up to a bit. At worst, she would simply have a drink or two with you before you both went your separate ways. At best, she would have an innocent, fun night with a human intern and have a more favorable impression of humanity as a whole by the end."

Travis' head was spinning from this. He didn't know whether to be angry or amused at this revelation. “So…you didn't offer me up like a slice of cake to a lonely turian woman with the hots for young human guys?"

“Not entirely," Goyle answered honestly. “But given what happened, I can't say I'm surprised by it either." She patted him on the hand. “I'm sorry I wasn't entirely honest with you, Travis."

Travis ruminated on this. Part of him wanted to be annoyed that Goyle had, in some respect, used him like a bargaining chip to gain favor with Sevina. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had nothing really to be angry about. Sevina hadn't done anything to him that he hadn't wanted. He'd lost his virginity to one of the sexiest, most incredible women he'd ever laid eyes on. And he'd fully realized his attraction to older turian women. If this had some sort of ancillary diplomatic benefits for Goyle, all the better.

“Have my…efforts benefitted you in any way so far?" Travis asked, keeping his voice down so nobody could overhear him.

“Hmm," Goyle said, tapping her chin. “Hard to say. She and the turian councilor still have rejected several of my recent proposals from our government, but she does return more of my calls now and insists that she is quote 'doing what she can.' It's progress, I suppose."

Travis nodded, reflecting on everything Goyle had told him. He looked across the room and saw that Sevina was at the bar, getting herself another drink. Her eyes met Travis and she flashed him a wink. He blushed awkwardly, looking away to take another sip of his beer.

“Travis," Goyle continued. He looked back at her, hearing the serious yet sincere tone in her voice. “This was never an official assignment, and I swear to you that you do not need to keep seeing Sevina if you think you have to in order to keep your job. I would never do that to you. Keep seeing Sevina if you want to, or don't. It's your business. As long as it doesn't interfere with your work, I'm fine with it. Just…consider what I told you. Sevina is a public figure and an important person to her people. I wish the two of you all the best, but I don't want you to have your heart broken if things don't work out."

Travis nodded, sighing. “I understand. Thank you, Anita."

Goyle smiled, standing up. “For the record, Travis," she said, leaning down to whisper to him. “I think the thought of you two together is rather adorable, and I hope things work out for you both. If you decide to continue your little affair, all I would ask is that you be discreet. What you're doing isn't illegal, but there are a lot of xenophobes out there, especially of the human and turian variety because of the war. The last thing I want is for you two to end up in the tabloids and have that kind of unwanted attention."

She downed the rest of her champagne and set down the empty glass. She put a hand to her forehead. “Phew, that champagne is going to my head. I'm such a damn lightweight." Goyle looked back down at Travis. “I'm going to head off and mingle while trying to be on my best behavior." She leaned down to whisper again, “you and Madam Primarch have fun."

Travis nodded with a grin. “Thanks Anita." She strode off toward a group of asari and salarian politicians, trying to hide how tipsy she now was. Travis meanwhile looked back toward the bar where he'd last seen Sevina. He saw no sign of her.

Perplexed, the teen intern looked around the room, from the dining section to the atrium. Again, no Sevina. What had gotten into her? Frankly, her attitude was giving him whiplash. Going from avoiding him to jerking him off beneath the dinner table to seemingly avoiding him again.

With a huff, Travis got up from his seat, shaking his head. He endeavored to make his way to the men's room. He didn't need to piss, merely get out of the room for a few minutes and clear his head. He could go looking for Sevina afterwards, assuming she actually wanted anything to do with him. At this point, he just wanted to know where exactly he stood with her, one way or the other. He excused himself through a small group of turians, making for the bathrooms as if on autopilot.

Travis was about to walk into the men's restroom when he felt a sharp tug at the back of his collar from behind. Before he knew what was happening, he felt himself being forcefully guided into the women's restroom, the door automatically sliding open as he was pushed in. He began to panic for a moment, thinking that some stranger intended to harm him or force themselves upon him.

He was about to cry out for help before he was spun around and a very familiar feminine, spiky head filled his vision right before her mouth pressed hungrily against his lips. “Mm?!" Travis moaned with surprise into Sevina's heated kiss. When they broke off from the kiss a few moments later, he saw Sevina look around to make sure they were alone before he playfully put a taloned hand to his chest to push him back into the furthest stall in the restroom in the back corner. Thankfully, the stall they were in was in pristine condition from the looks of it, as was to be expected for the restroom in the heart of the Citadel.

“Sevina? W- what're you…?"

Sevina put a talon to his lips. “Shh. Now that we're alone, I just wanted to say how sorry I was that I've been ignoring you these past couple weeks, and for the mixed signals I've been giving you at this party. I wanted to play hard to get to really work you up, but I probably went too far with it," she whispered. “Truth is, I haven't stopped thinking about you." She leaned her head down to gently nibble on his earlobe. “I've masturbated a few times when I come home from work, thinking about how you pounded me in my shower, or fucked me in my car."

Travis shivered, his mouth gaping. Already he felt himself growing aroused once more, a fresh erection tenting in his pants from her salacious words. “I thought…you were getting bothered by me and didn't want to see me anymore. I was going to find you to apologize."

Sevina looked at him sympathetically, leaning in to kiss him chastly on the mouth once again. “Quite the opposite, Travis. I'm the one who's sorry." Her mouth turned to a mischievous grin. “And I'm going to make it up to you, stud."

Sevina put one leg up on the top of the toilet and spread open her legs. She hiked up her dress, and Travis' eyes widened when he saw that the gorgeous older turian woman was not wearing any panties. She had removed them at some point since their little escapade beneath the table. Her blue pussy was dripping wet, her lips swollen with arousal as clear droplets dripped out of her.

“I've been so stressed from all these sycophants and bureaucrats. I can't take it anymore. I need my little human stud to put that youthful energy into fucking my tight little turian cunt right here in this stall. Make me regret not giving you enough attention these past two weeks. Think you can do that?" Sevina asked, her green eyes tempting him with a primal hunger. “Think you can make this night better for both of us by packing my womb full of human sperm?"

That was all it took to spur Travis into action. He reached around and grabbed her from behind, his fingers digging into the hard plates of his posterior. Sevina gasped from his surprisingly bout of forcefulness. To surprise her ever more, he wrapped her legs around his back and hoisted her up. Sevina reached for whatever she could find for leverage - a jacket hook bolted into the stall wall with one hand, and the opposing wall itself with the other hand. Travis, with one hand holding Sevina aloft, used his other hand to unzip himself, his fully-erect cock springing out from his fly.

Sevina purred when his cockhead brushed up against her dripping blue slit, with Travis once again admiring the delightful contrast between the pink head of his cock and her tantalizing blue pussy. He'd been one of the first human men to experience such a contrast, and with such an amazing turian woman no less.

When Travis' cockhead was settled right up against her tight sex hole, he looked up into Sevina's face. She eagerly nodded, holding on tightly to his svelte youthful body. He let her tall, skinny body drop, impaling her tight cunt onto his cock and pushing half of his cock into her on the first plunge. Travis and Sevina moaned together, their bodies shuddering against each other.

Travis was overwhelmed by the sensation of Sevina's snug blue vaginal walls gripping and milking his member, especially after having been separated from her for weeks. He was keenly reminded of the fact that their bodies somehow fit each other like a glove despite many of their anatomical differences otherwise.

Sevina's green cat-like eyes twinkled at him with pure lust and adoration, her talons reaching around to give his bum a squeeze that made his eyes widen. Then, with a wink, she pushed his pelvis forward, sinking further down onto his cock until his mushroom-shaped head was poking at her cervix. Sevina let out a soft feminine moan of pleasure. Travis took a deep breath, his stamina and staying power being put to the test by turian pussy gripping him tightly, her juices trickling out of their point of union and dripping down to his balls.

She ran her talons through his hair. “By the Spirits! I've missed you, Travis," Sevina whispered into his ear, softly nibbling on his earlobe afterward. She began shifting her hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her blue, silky vice-like sex.

Travis watched his shaft appear and then disappear in and out of his alien lover, her blue lips stretched tightly around his peach-colored shaft. “I've missed y- you too, Sevina!" he gasped, gripping her hardened flanks for leverage. He heard Sevina chuckle and let out a soft moan from his desperate vigor as he increased his pace, pushing upward in and out of her cunt even faster, harder.

“Oh my," Sevina purred with giddy excitement as Travis hiked her up, pushing her against the wall of the stall to pound her pussy like it offended him. “My human boyfriend is awfully pent up, isn't he? I'm so sorry I kept you pent up like a tease for weeks. You deserve better than that. You deserve to have my tight turian cunny to drain your balls every single day," she whispered seductively into his ear.

Her salacious words spurred Travis on, as did her proclamation of him being her “boyfriend." His hips clapped against her, and he couldn't even bring himself to care about how rough her hard carapace was against his fleshly legs. His thighs would probably be bruised and chaffed by the end of this, but he was not concerned. Her lust for Palaven's beautiful primarch outweighed any of that.

Travis filled her snug pussy again and again, sliding himself wetly in and out of her. In no time, he was back in the saddle as if the two of them had not spent a second apart. He had only been a virgin mere weeks ago, but the sexy older turian woman had amply trained him how to fuck her like only a stud could. He put that prior training to good use once again, drawing moans and gasps of pleasure from her as her slender legs wrapped around his clenching buttocks with each of his vigorous thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, lover! Fuck me, my little human stud!" Sevina gasped into his ear, her talons gripping his shoulders tightly as she was used by him just the way she loved it. They were fucking so hard now that the stall began to rattle and shake

They were both beyond caring if anyone could hear them. And judging from the giggles and whispers from a pair of women outside the stall, they could very clearly tell what the two of them were getting up to. Travis punished her for her incessant teasing and her mixed signals the whole night, his cockhead pushing against her tender cervix again and again as he stroked in and out of her.

“Pump all your cum inside me, stud! Knock me up!"

Travis' eyes widened from this lustful admission. Though he was no expert, even he knew that such a thing was impossible; humans and turians could not procreate. Sevina herself undoubtedly knew that as well. But the words themselves still had the effect that Sevina clearly wanted as his cock began to twitch and swell slightly with even more arousal in preparation for his impending climax. The thought of Sevina's skinny, armored belly swelling with a human/turian baby - his baby - as a result of Travis drenching her womb with his seed repeatedly was the last straw that brought him to his release.

“F- fuck, I'm fucking c- cumming!" Sevina moaned, throwing back her head, her fringe hitting the wall of the stall behind her. Her pussy gripped his shaft slightly, bathing his cock in her warm juices. She mashed her mouth against his human lips to stifle her moans.

His cock twitched inside her and he moaned into her mouth as he hit his own release just as hers was beginning. Sevina amid her orgasm could somehow sense that he was about to hit his, and she did something that stole his breath from him. Using one hand to brace herself against the wall, she used the other hand to reach around and pull him deeper into her, pressing his cockhead as deep inside her as it could reach, pushing right up against her cervix just as his cock twitched and spurted out a rope of pearly white seed against her womb. He drenched her uterus with his seed and nearly passed out from the intensity of his climax. The earlier orgasm beneath the table was nothing compared to this. They gripped each other tightly as they climaxed together, the two mismatched lovers sharing ultimate bliss from their most intimate of reunions after days apart from each other.

When their shared pleasure finally came to an end, Sevina collapsed against him, and the two of them nearly spilled out of the stall in a heap. Catching each other at the last second, they both laughed, still connected to each other by their messy sex organs.

“Well, aren't we the pair of dorks?" Sevina said with a grin. Travis couldn't help but grin, fully in agreement with her.

She leaned her head down to lovingly kiss him again for several minutes before pulling away. She rubbed her hand up and down his partially-unbuttoned dress shirt. “Do you know how happy you're making this old woman?"

Travis looked at her coyly. “You're not old."

She cocked her head at him. “Do you even know how old I am?"

He shook his head. “No, and I don't give a shit," he said with utmost sincerity. Realizing their compromising situation, Sevina rubbed the back of her neck. “Well…I suppose we should clean this up a bit and make ourselves scarce." She looked at the eighteen-year-old human intern. “I'll leave first, and then you can follow." He nodded at her.

Travis pulled his cock out of her with a wet squelching sound. His white seed dripped out of her slightly-gaping blue sex hole as he pulled out of her. Now able to stand up again, Sevina used some of the toilet paper to clean herself up. Noticing that Travis' eyes were still fixed on her sex, she cheekily shrugged. “I'm going to be feeling that in the morning. My energetic young stud with his big human dick stretched me out, didn't he?"

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry."

“Don't be," she said. “It's the best kind of feeling, lover boy."

She tweaked his chin one more time before opening the door to the stall. After making sure the coast was clear, she turned back to him. “Oh, and I have a little gift for you." She reached out her hand, her green lace panties dangling from between two of her talons, dropping it into his hand. He marveled at the trophy of his sexual conquest, Sevina giving him one last wink before she pulled her skirt back into place, smoothed out her dress and walked out of the restroom.

Travis dumbly pocketed her panties and smoothed out his dress shirt, trying to make himself look halfway presentable before he followed her out a few moments later.

Upon opening the door to the restroom, he could hear the voices of Sevina and Arvus down the corridor that led into the main atrium. “It's none of your business where I've been."

Travis heard an indignant huff from the male turian. “You are the Primarch, Sevina. What you get up to on your own time is your business. But don't you care about what people might say?"

“No, I don't, Arvus. I'm really starting not to, at this point."

“I still care about your well-being-

“Stop. Just stop it. It's been years since you and I were a thing, Arvus. Truth be told, I don't even think about it anymore."

“You at least going to tell me who your new outlet is?"

“No, I'm not. But feel free to think about it all you want."

Travis couldn't help but grin from around the corner as Sevina stormed off, leaving Arvus looking confused and frustrated. He took a deep breath and walked down the hallway to rejoin the party, passing by Arvus. The tall turian male gave him a scowl before he continued on to the men's restroom. If Arvus suspected him, he did not appear to give any indication of it. Travis' head was still spinning from the realization that Arvus had been Sevina's ex, but this was quickly trumped by the satisfaction that a mere human like him had managed to capture her attention. An obvious xenophobe like Arvus would likely explode if he knew the truth.

Travis had never been one to smugly delight in someone else's misfortune, but in this case, even he didn't mind indulging just a little bit.

+++

After the party had ended, Travis found himself outside with Sevina. The two of them had managed to sneak off together, since most of the party-goers were too drunk themselves to pay them any mind. Travis was carrying Goyle on his back, the poor ambassador too inebriated to even get herself her own cab.

“I do think she should give you a raise for this," Sevina joked as Travis lowered Goyle into the taxi cab. After keying in the coordinates to Goyle's home and sending her on her way, Travis and Sevina snuck off to find their own cab.

“What happened to your security detail?" Travis asked as he opened the door for her to let her enter the skycab first.

“Hah. After years, I've learned how to lose them. They'll turn up again at the turian embassy tomorrow, and grill me on why a woman in my position shouldn't be breaking protocol."

Travis smiled as the cab lifted off, taking them in the direction of his apartment in the Wards. He looked at her, realizing that she had been quiet for several minutes, staring out at the nightlife of the Citadel outside the cab. He put a hand on her knee. “Hey, are you alright?"

She looked at him affectionately, with a tired smile. “You made my night much better. I'm sorry for how I blew you off these past few days, Travis. You deserve better than that."

“It's ok, really," Travis said. “I was just…confused by your behavior. I thought you didn't want to see me again."

She shook her head, lacing her talons with his fingers. “That couldn't be farther from the truth. Honestly, this job is just wearing on me. I'd drop it all in a second if I could."

“So why don't you?"

Sevina sighed. “Duty. Something that is drilled into all turians. I didn't even want to be Primarch of an entire planet, but it's something I felt obligated to do."

Travis slowly nodded. “Well…how much longer is your term?"

Sevina thought for a moment. “Another year."

He smiled. “That's not so bad. Think you can make it?"

She leaned forward and kissed him, snaking her tongue into his mouth before pulling back. “With my human stud keeping me going? Absolutely. Assuming you're willing to put up with my bullshit lifestyle. Travis, I'd understand if you don't want to. A young guy like you deserves better than that. Than me."

He shook his head in an instant. “No way. You're absolutely worth it. Maybe a bit of a crazy, hedonistic human-lover, but worth it."

She grinned, playfully flicking his nose. “You're one to talk. A human that's into turians? What a deviant," she said, making a mock tsk sound.

They both laughed as the skycab pulled up to his modest apartment building. Travis stepped out of the cab, opening the door and helping her out. “I should warn you. This isn't the best neighborhood. And, well, my place isn't anywhere near as nice as yours."

Sevina smiled at him. “It has a bed, doesn't it?"

Travis nodded.

She gave him a naughty smile, brushing her talons across his cheek as she playfully walked past him. His eyes were on her rump beneath her dress as she strode up to the door of his apartment building. “Then that's all we need tonight," she purred, looking at him over her shoulder, winking.

Travis felt elated at his turian girlfriend's words. At the same time, he prayed for the strength to survive the workout she was about to give him.