Decian Chellick x Fem!Shep (AU Lemon)(Zesty)
Confident that I had secured the deal and preserved Chellick's contacts, I returned to his office, anticipating his approval. The turian's commanding presence ignited an overwhelming urge within me to earn his satisfaction. As his musky, gun oil-infused scent permeated the space, I gestured for my team to wait outside.
"I assume your man let you in on how the deal went down," I said as I approached Chellick's desk and set the gun mods down in front of him. "Here's the merchandise you requested," I continued, unable to suppress a triumphant smile. Waiting patiently as he finished reading what I assumed was a report, I clasped my hands behind my back. Chellick's jade eyes glanced at the mods for only a second before peering up at me. "Good job, Shepard," he said, his low voice and slack mandibles mirroring my smile.
He stood up from behind his desk, smoothing the wrinkles of his uniform, and moved to the front of the desk, leaning against it. "In fact, I have something personal I would like to ask you," he said, his mossy eyes meeting mine with a longing gaze. "Of course, I'm listening," I replied, mirroring his posture and challenging his stare.
"I just received a message that all the black market gun sellers on the Citadel will be attending a party hosted by their leader tomorrow night. We don't have any information on this individual, so this is an opportunity to gather some intelligence." as he fidgets with his gloves he continues, "Since you've completed deals with them before, they recognize your face. You've built a good reputation, so I can have my team create a fabricated invitation for you. However, I can't allow you to go in alone - I'll be coming with you."
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized this was the moment I had been waiting for - a chance to get closer to him. "Well, that sounds good to me. What should I wear?" I said, struggling to suppress my smile. "I will send you a dossier with your name, my name, details of our backstory, and other relevant information. Please do your best to memorize it," he said, leaning in slightly, close enough for me to feel his breath on my skin. "I'll see you tomorrow."
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The dossier-
Your name: Jane Allinior.
My name: Decian Larintus
Our relation to each other: Lovers
Backstory: We met each other as arms dealers. a real star crossed lovers situation (trust me, criminal types really eat it up). Try to keep things simple- we were both drunk out of our minds, so we can't remember the exact location. If anyone asks why we haven't bonded yet tell them to mind their own business.
Dress code: Skimpy casual. (as i seriously doubt you have any good dresses, no offense, i've had a matching outfit sent to the normandy).
Time and setting: I'll pick you up at the docks at 19:00 sharp. Do not be late.
Also, this isn't necessary but i've sent a fragrance that mimics my scent; it would add depth to the illusion but i understand if it makes you uncomfortable.
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Stepping onto the docking floor, I felt electric, like a stick of dynamite. The crimson dress Chellick had provided clung to my body, hugging in all the right places. I had purposefully applied the fragrance, eager to embody the role of Chellick's lover.
As I passed by, many turians turned their heads and audibly sniffed the air. If I didn't know better, I'd say their subvocal tones even took on a hint of jealousy as they caught my scent. Arriving a bit early, I leaned against the metal railing that stretched the length of the docking bay, turning to gaze out the window.
A familiar voice spoke from behind me, "Wow, that dress looks even better on you than I'd imagined." As I turned to face the tall turian, I noticed his casual attire matched the same bloody hue as the ones he had provided. He tilted his head, taking in the aromas in the air, a purr rumbling in his throat. "Good," he said, offering me his arm. "It really does make this all seem more plausible." Chellick's emerald eyes darkened with desire as I accepted his arm.
As we strolled to the cab terminal, I had no idea the night ahead would be so unforgettable. The walk was overstimulating, with idle chatter filling the air. "Remember how we met, Miss Allinior?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. I smiled, glancing down at our interlocked arms - he was surprisingly tall and muscular, not to mention I had never gotten this close to a Turian before.
"Of course, Decian- We were so drunk i can't even remember what bar it was. Dam, what a night! i've been sticking around you even since." I chuckled, struggling to recollect memories that didn't seem to be my own. Looking up from our embrace, I gazed into his striking beryl eyes. With a triumphant smile, his mandibles flaring, he guided me towards the waiting cab. Ushering me inside, he sat beside me as the space car lurched forward.
I stepped out of the cab, pride swelling in my chest as the music from the private villa spilled out. This was more than just a ruse for the mission. My turian date quickly rounded the car, his gloved talons finding their way to my waist. "Alright love, let's give them a show," he purred into my ear, steering us towards the entrance.
As we approached the entrance, I did my best to appear calm, showing our invitations to the guards. Glancing inquisitively at Chellick, I found his eyes fixed on me with an intimidating intensity, his expression a mix of pride and a coy smirk. "Have an extraordinary night, thank you for your attendance," one of the guards said, and the sliding door beside him opened, revealing the revelry within.
The atmosphere in this villa was wild and electric. Asari dancers adorned nearly every table, their blue skin glistening with sweat in the shifting, hazy light. The rooms teemed with people of all races, their bodies moving in sync with the thrumming music. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and musk, permeating the smoky atmosphere. The high, sloping ceilings and a grand, spiral staircase in the massive lobby gave the space an opulent feel.
We strolled casually to the bar, and I returned the turian's embrace, placing my hand on the small of his back. "Ooh," he growled, waving to the bartender before gesturing nonchalantly across the room. Following his motion, my eyes landed on a Krogan, his opulent dress and eloquent manner suggesting he was likely the arms dealer and host of this party - and the most dangerous person present.
"So we're just here to vibe and watch, hmm? To really soak in the crowd?" I said, leaning my hips towards his and tightening our embrace.
He ordered drinks for us before turning to me, his sultry subvocals cutting through the loud music. "Who knows what tonight holds, my pet," he purred, the pet name sending a spark through me.
His mandibles flared wide noting my shiver, as his eyes drifted back to the dance floor. "You should go talk to him," he said as our drinks arrived. The asari bartender passed me a wink as she moved down the bar to serve others.
Let me know in the comments if you want a part 2. I really liked writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it.
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