A quick roll of the eyes was given before peppering kisses along the waistband of shorts. As if any of this could really be considered work… if anything, it was the mere distraction that was keeping the both of them from being more productive. Still, just to prolong their time away from work, the quarian crawled over top of Shepard’s body and placed a gentle kiss at her jawline. 

        “What’s that thing you humans say?           ‘Do something you love and you’ll never work again?’”

         The ever beguiling feeling of Tali’s lips pressed to her skin, this time beneath her jaw, again sends eyes falling shut for just a moment. The Commander is rendered desperate in her attempt to drink in the weight at each point of contact. The latter she intends to add to by drawing both hands over the other’s yet clothed sides for them to reach standstill over the rounding of her rear. 

        Feeling the ridges of muscle flex under her touch only brought about a smirk, fuelling her determination. Much like carved marble, Shepard was the epitome of physical, human perfection. Tali’Zorah wanted no other, and could hardly stop herself from peppering sensitive flesh with kisses. Glowing eyes flickered up. 

        “Put the reports away. I think we’ve done enough work for the night.”

           She needn’t say that twice. Datapad is ( literally ) flung aside, bouncing off the mattress and onto the floor. A swivel of her head and a mumbled ‘oops’ follows— though focus snaps back to the Quarian before long. Again she braces her upper body onto her elbow, leaving the other hand available to gently card through tresses of silver. 

        Fingertips carded through the bits of fabric that acted like a barrier between her hunger and her lover. Shepard had been eager to oblige such actions, though a flat palm pressed heavily into the Commander’s midsection, keeping her in place… and to show who was really in control here. The other hand, and fingers kneaded into soft, supple flesh before pulling down her trousers to reveal thin, cotton shorts. 

        “You wouldn’t want to deny an Admiral, would you?”

                  She could, but she wouldn’t. Not yet. Not while her resolve was still standing. Unsteadily at that perhaps, but it continues to exist all the same, which is enough for Niehma to deny another request ( and forward another report to her superiors while at it ). Beyond that she can muster little more than a grumble and exaggerated rippling of muscle underneath Tali’s hand. 

At first, Tali-Zorah was rather self-conscious of the many physical differences between her own body and that of Shepard’s. Where her CO had five fingers, she had three… nonetheless, years later, there was little hesitation now as digits expertly hooked along slacks’ waistband. It was just a playful, light tug while lips danced around where it really mattered. 

        “It doesn’t¦ I just want to make sure you’re ACTUALLY doing work.”

         Niehma doesn’t need her eyes on the other to pick up on playful intent behind    the tug at her waistband. Grin etches itself into her cheeks, drawing lines there even    while she tries to concentrate on sign more of the damned requests and reports. Al-    -ready is her resolve wearing thin however. The Commander swears she can feel an    itch at her fingers to fling aside the datapad in exchange for the feel of threading into    Tali’s hair.       Head tips back with exasperation.

Sharp ends gently prick at the sensitive skin and heat rising from it. Truly, she did want for the both of them to have as much time together as possible… but there was always work to be done. Her lips furled into a cheeky simper as she continued to delicately fiddle with the Commander’s slacks. 

        Tali sat herself up, getting enough leverage to simply yank down said         trousers, leaving a simple pair of cotton shorts as the only barrier         between her hunger and her lover. â€œTell me about what you’re reading,”         the quarian teased.

    There’s no going through this without squirming, she soon enough realises.     First she lifts her hips— subtly, lest she throws ( or scares ) Tali off in the     process. As if to spur her on however, Niehma sets free the breath she’d     held inside through a groan, naturally low in pitch with the thrum of arousal     quite present. 

Despite their time spent apart, catching up was proving to be just as enjoyable as she could have possibly imagined. Would it be worth the wait? Only time would tell. Still, the way her Commander was eyeing up her frame and petals only drove her pulsating heart faster. Pointed teeth nibbled at the waistband of Shepard’s slacks. 

        “Just humour me and try… Put your Alliance training to good use. They         do go through self-discipline, no?”  The pair of them had been working         far too hard, in her opinion. They deserved a bit of fun… all while finishing         up the last bit of reports. It was an added bonus getting Niehma all riled         up.

      There’s a subdued gasp following the graze of teeth over waistline— even if       only inadvertently so. She’s not ticklish, per sé, but anticipation has set alight       her every nerve; made her ALERT to the point of hyper vigilance. That’s not       to say it isn’t a welcome feeling, however. 

Her forearms rested atop Shepard’s chest, leaving her face just inches away from the other’s. Was the prey finally becoming the predator? Only time would tell when it came to these two, but one thing was for certain: Tali’Zorah was certainly coming into her own skin the longer that these two were together. She had come so far from the shy and naive quarian that she was just years ago. 

        “I have something better in mind,” the tip of her finger playfully tapped at         her partner’s nose. “Why don’t you keep working on those reports and I’ll          try and make things interesting,” she shuffled her body to move down the         Commander’s torso, setting in between the woman’s trousers.

      Hungrily does she stare at the other’s lips, grazing its slopes with her eyes       whilst Tali remains seemingly  s t i l l  atop of her. No words could tear her       from newly induced gaze, allowing only for the tap at her nose to wake her       from open-eyed slumber.      She’s barely given time to respond adequately,       which the other knows just how to make us of by slipping lower.

“You know, Shepard…” Frame straddled the others as the Commander laid on her back, expecting a bit of a break from all of the ‘excitement’ that were reports and requests for resources. Her mask is removed and placed on the nightstand, after having shamelessly reaching over and allowing her chest to graze past the Shepard’s face.

        Her hood draped along her shoulders, revealing sterling silver locks         tied back into a long braid. “I’d wager we have about twenty five more         minutes of petty work… Twenty five minutes that could easily be tacked         on to tomorrow’s workload.” Who would crack first?

        Oh, but this is a pleasant turn of events. Already do hands instinctively fall         to the other’s hips whilst certain lecherousness settling in the depths of her         eyes in turn.     She cannot ( will not ) curb it particularly when Tali reaches         over as she does. 

Had these not been reports with contents regarding the survival of organic life and the maintenance of military affairs, Tali would have most likely auto- assigned a signature to each one. However, she was nothing but a dedicated crew member to their cause, despite having a strong urge to throw the damn thing out the airlock. 

        It was not a labour intensive job, but somebody had to do it. Fingers gently         swiped along the screen, signing schedules, agendas, as well as a laundry         list of tasks that she knew had been completed from engineering, including         the report that she had sent in herself. 

“You’re not afraid that I’m some sexy quarian spy here to steal your Alliance military secrets?” the quarian teased before running her leg and foot along Shepard’s in a rather coy game of footsie. 

      Reading, signing and forwarding reports has never been a hobby of hers. Tonight        however easily marks a new LOW as far as how entertained she is with this obliga-       -ion.      Nevertheless, about forty minutes in and several exchanged glances later,       Tali knows  j u s t  how to get Niehma to pick up the pace again. 

                    That is, after a short intermission. It’s not like they don’t deserve a break.                     Datapad is put down, shortly whereafter she falls onto her back to look                     up at the other.