Shepard keeps staring at the alien lady he wished to woe, and she stares back, looking rather exited, as her gaze jumps from his left eye to his right. Then she suddenly proposes: “Do wish to perform a Lyniken blood ritual with me?” “What?! No! No, I meant...”, Shepard gasps, but she continues: “Do you wish to marry me?” “Uh, that's a bit sudden...”, the commander replies still shocked. Yet Kylara just keeps guessing: “Do you wish to fornicate with me regularly?” Shepard turns red to his roots, and stammers: “Uhm, that, could, be an option...” However, she just takes his hand again, and with a grin that is entirely too cheeky for a Trobyte, she places a kiss on it, to put against her forehead, and declares: “Then it is settled! I comply!”
Shepard hesitates when she stretches her arm back towards him to get him to do the same, and he wants to evade: “I didn't say I do yet! And anyways... we're still new to this, I mean, I... I might not even like it!?” However, Kylara still beams at him, promising: “Oh, you will! I guarantee it!” And when he raises a brow at this, she nods: “Human beings are easily satisfied! Especially those of the male sex.” It does touch on his pride a bit, but he can't really argue with her, so he shrugs.
But then he takes another deep breath, and pushing away all the impure thoughts that try to take over his conscience, he inquires one more thing: “Can you take it back? I mean, your seed. Are just gonna put it in and forget about it, or can you get it out, if something goes wrong?” Kylara wipes the grin of her face, but still looking at him with friendly eyes, she insists: “Nothing will go wrong! I will only place it inside you, if I'm completely sure to have found the right spot. It will not bother you. And you will be way too overjoyed to notice me doing it, even if you wanted to.” Shepard's face gets hot, and feeling exposed under Kylara's gaze, he finally says: “Okay. I guess this isn't really that much different from how I wanted it to go down.” She smiles again, and looks touched, when he actually does give her hand a kiss to raise to his forehead.
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However, as she lets go of him to instead strip of her suit, he adds nervously: “But still, please be gentle! And don't hurt me, okay? Oh, and I wont either, just, so you know!” “Hm. You're sweet, Shepard!”, Kylara hums, as she gets back next to him, to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pulling him close for another kiss. And he doesn't resist, but leans into it, closing his eyes, scooting even closer to her, petting over her side, feeling his body tense up and relax at her touch. When they both gradually fall back to lie down on the bed, her pulling one leg up to wrap around him, and him grabbing her bottom with one hand, he sighs: “I must be crazy to do this!” She stops, pulls back her head to look at him, and puzzled asks: “Wait. Does this mean you cannot give your consent?”
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He looks back dumbfounded, but then wants to assure her: “Oh, no, no, it's just a figure of speech, I'm fine.” But at her skeptical glare, he admits: “I'm just... I mean, I guess I should relax. You really seem to be very caring, asking for my consent and all, when you could just do this and say nothing. It's only, I'm still a bit scared. Can you understand that?” She tilts her head a bit and replies: “I'm sorry, no. I don't. What are you scared of?” Still gently rubbing over her body, he tries to describe: “Well, it's this... there is this creature that's just gonna start living in my head, rent free.”
She cockles her antennas again, and he quickly explains: “Sorry, another figure of speech. But really... didn't this freak out any of your other... vessels? Or, like, what about Kylara? What was it like for her, before you took over?” The alien lady returns to caressing him in a gentle manner, but looks rather confused, as she reports: “Well, I did have some other partners that did object to having my seed. But those that didn't never questioned me further. Then again, those were other circumstances, other races... and the four humans that partook were all female.”
Now Shepard's eyes widen surprised, but Kylara just continues: “And as for my host... She was Trobyte, as you see, and though I was not conscious before entering her, I recall her not objecting to having me. My own conscience only formed some 16 to 18 days after I settled in her cortex, after observing her. Feeling her. As she referred to herself as a single organism.”, she shifts a bit, still petting him, “It's how we learn. And as far as I understand, she actually forgot that I exist. At least she never mentioned me, or thought about me. Not even when she formed a bond with a neuro-communicator, who used telepathy.” He raises his brows again, yet she just finishes: “That was an interesting experience. But never did a thought about me cross their minds. And Kylara had a fulfilled life. My existence never intruded on it. And I felt mournful, when her life-force ran out, and her control vanished.”
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Shepard gulps, and rubbing over Kylara's cheek he says: “Oh. That sounds like you miss her. And, well, cared for her.” She just looks back at him, then asks: “Does this help settle your concern somehow?” He squirms a bit, then shrugs: “It... hum, it doesn't make it worse at least. I guess it's just the fear of the unknown. But, if I have your word that I wont feel it, or be bothered by it, then it should be fine.” Kylara still just stares at him. Then she demands: “Do you trust me, Shepard?”
He looks back at her. Remembers how she fought by his side. Rescued him when he was trapped under the ice on Flareos 5. How she jumped into the pit to save him from the blaster during their mission in the omicron mists. How she had beamed at him, when he asked her for the date. Her smile, while they were dancing. And understands that she has been trusting him all this time too. And so, taking one more deep breath to exhale all the tension and the fear, he gives her a smile and replies: “Yes, Kylara. I trust you! Let's do this.”
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