A Nexus Archive Post;



[hider The Art of the Tease]
[b]The Citadel - 2181CE[/b]

It was another cocktail party on the Citadel for the bureaucratics to celebrate something. It was always something. Any excuse to pull out the crystal glasses and exquisite Champagne and put it on ice. Everything about the night screamed opulence. From the lavish spread of food to the plush red carpet which lined the floor. Nothing here was cheap, and the Asari scientist happily sipped from her glass as she drank in the scene from the floor to ceiling windows. It was a view she would never tire of despite it being a wallpaper which had coated her life thus far. It was just so vast and beautiful and represented opportunities as endless as the galaxy itself. She smiled and took the last of the champagne.

She could feel a presence behind her looking her up and down - and she could also just make out the reflection in the glass. She raised an eyebrow, knowing that in [i]this[/i] dress, she did look good. She was oozing opulence too…

“Hello there…” she spoke softly as she turned around to face a human male. With a single look she took in every inch of him and sized him up - he was taller than her, had the most beautifully dark eyes, and was well built. She could see the curve of his thick arms through his jacket. The attraction was instant. He fumbled his response to her; “I, I, I am sorry Ma’am, I was just watching you there…” there was just a slight sprinkling of arrogance peppered in his tone. As if he was allowed to look and entitled to it. “I felt you looking at me…” she smirked as she took a step closer to him. He smelt heavenly, like amber and cognac. Masculine.

“My glass is empty, I am going to refill. Maybe I will see you later” and she walked away from the mysterious gentleman. She took a slower than usual walk to the cocktail bar, making sure to make each step count, letting her hips sashay but only subtly. She leant against the bar and arched her naked back just so. [i]Thank the Goddess for backless dresses... [/i]

He followed swiftly and stood beside her at the bar - also leaning up against the mahogany. His eyes locked onto hers with purpose. “Later never comes, there is only now.” This time he had the nerve to eye her from head to foot to her face. She studied his clothing, his jacket fell a little lower than most other humans - to just above his knees. It looked like the material was lighter too, and it was emblazoned with embroidery around the shoulder and down the lapels. It was obviously some kind of cultural wear. “That’s true” she began in a honeyed voice “so just who are you, anyway?” 

“Of course, my apologies, my name is Dr Aaron Swan."

"This is my first venture to the Citadel you see, I’m going to be working here in the labs and in the Huerta Memorial Hospital.”

“I see. So, Dr Aaron Swan, so this is your cocktail party then?” she waved a hand in motion at the banner above the door which read “Welcome to New Citadel Staff”. For an evening of such luxury, they really could have written [i]something[/i] more descriptive and special. “Ahh, unfortunately not. I believe this is an evening for the new Spectre recruits. I somehow doubt that they would throw such an outrageously extravagant suaray for [i]doctors and nurses[/i].” As he spoke, a soft laugh escaped his lips.

“Oh please, once you’ve been on the Citadel for long enough you’ll learn that they will throw something like this for just about anyone. It’s any excuse to wine, dine, and dress divine after all.”

“Ha, well I hope I’m stationed long enough to enjoy one or two more.”

“I’m Naryxa, by the way. I work in the Memorial Hospital some days, mostly on research in recreational drugs and plants and the like.”

“Looking at you I wouldn’t have believed it-”

She cut him off, almost offended “what does that mean exactly?”

“Oh I do not mean to offend you Ma’am, I can just see from your physique that you are in quite [i]incredible[/i] shape that one would believe that you were a talented mercenary of some sort. That or…. Well, allow me to say it, a dancer.”

She laughed and loosened up; “you’re right on both counts my new friend. I have in the past worked as a mercenary, and I spent what would be a [i]very[/i] long time to you, dancing my way across the Milky Way. But now I’m slowing down.”

“I would have very much liked to see you dance your way around the stars…” 

She hadn’t noticed until he had finished his sentence that he had moved closer to her and placed an arm around her waist, his fingers brushed against the bare skin of the small of her back which caused her to feel something akin to electricity throughout her entire body. She liked this one. She liked him a lot.

She drew her lips close to his neck, leaning up to his ear before whispering softly into it “maybe I can show you later…”

She removed his hand from her back with a smirk. He was good, he was very, very, [i]very[/i] good. But she wasn’t going to give in to him that easily, not just now, and so she sashayed away again, giving him one last flirtatious glance over her shoulder - where she saw him mouthing words at her;

“Later never comes, there is only now.” [/hider]