Cyborg Spectre

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“Well, it’s good I won’t have to drink away the pain of being rejected tonight...” The cyborg chuckled as he wrapped his left arm around her lower back. He planted another kiss on Triss’ lips, hoping this time she’d reciprocate the gesture as he soon began moving the pair to the Salarian’s room. 

When Tark felt her little hands grip onto his belt, he knew something that would make him turn bright red was coming. And he certainly was not wrong. The last sentence his little friend uttered was the one that drove him over the edge, and turned his slight blush into a bright crimson mask as he merely stared down at the Salarian. Multiple times did the large fellow open and close his mouth, obviously at a major loss for any form of word.

Triss’ eyes went a bit wide as she was lifted and suddenly pinned to a wall. She blinked at him and then broke into a small laugh, nearly chirping happily as he whispered in her ear. She wiggled slightly in his grasp and cocked her head at him. Still she could sense that there seemed to be something a bit wrong with the situation.

Ah, damn this Salarian. Damn her and her good way or wording things. Tark sighed softly as multiple thoughts ran through his head as the small woman gripped his waist with her legs, essentially making them as close as they could be. Green eyes stared down into the Salarian’s giant orbs before Tark placed his forehead against hers before his lips pressed gently.

"Well, you're as terrifying in person as the little soldier tales describe you."

Legion rolled his eyes, chuckling quietly before he placed his hand on top of Triss’ head, rubbing it as though he were attempting to ruffle her non-existent hair, “Maybe I just want to keep you all to myself, hmm?”

Tark was somewhat taken aback by the sudden forwardness of the little Salarian, a nervous smirk forming on his face as the woman turned into his hand. 

“… God damn that little salarian and her stupid attractiveness. Ugh, the boys gonna lose their shit when they finds out I like a salarian.”

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The turian tilted her head up at him and smiled, “Hm, hadn’t considered. Interesting options. Perhaps better if I found a step-stool.” she giggled, before she reached up, grabbed onto his neck and dragged him down to plant a kiss on his lips. She released him after just a moment, smiling at him and giving him a pat on the cheek before she turned away. “Very good. Much appeased. Payment accepted, thank you.” she told him with a smirk before she turned, jumped up onto her bench, crossed her legs and began to tinker with his gun.

Legion stood silent for a moment or two after the kiss, not even acknowledging the Turian that just walked in for a fairly long time. Kissing a species he had a mild hatred for was odd, especially when said species tasted a bit odd.

          “ So I can tell. ” Gaelia adds to his comment, looking over at him when his helmet was removed – her brow plate twitching upwards carefully. “ I heard about that site. Of course Cerberus got their hands on the tech, again… ” When will they ever learn? Never, it seems. She sighs, mandibles slacking lazily on her face, looking outwards past Legion.

“Kissed a salarian. That was weird. Never thought I would. Crossde that species off my bucket list. Now I just need to kiss a Turian, a Drell, a Batarian and another Krogan.” Legion clicked his tongue as he scratched the side of his face before pulling out a military ration bar from his belt.

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