[ But at least Mordin is no stranger to intrusive examinations, though this one has been chafing at the edge of his thoughts since he started—try as he might, he can't not notice how warm her body is, how it's all the warmer for her sexual arousal. He wants to ignore it. Wishes he could, but the perfect salarian memory promises that not only will he fail to ignore it, he will think of this again.
Her toes curl. Discomfort, he insists, as he stretches her. Feels along her inner walls, necessarily invasive. This is technical.
This is technical.
(Skin darkening, flushed with blood; labia parted, moisture glistening in the light. Pelvic muscles tight, tense. Gripping. Accommodating him.)
Mordin doesn't think he needs to confirm that he hasn't found anything at this point. He just withdraws, turns, discards and replaces his gloves with a series of elastic noises, and tries valiantly to collect himself. Something is wrong with him. Something so preposterous that he is loath to name it for what it is.
Shepard's voice is low and rough. Something is wrong with him but apparently not wrong enough. Time to move on. ]
Went to Noveria once. Younger years. Pre-STG. Scouted as undergraduate by Noveria Development Corporation, but little interest in working for Binary Helix. Heard they were contracted by krogan to develop genophage cure. [ Sniff. Not quite disdainful, but close. ] Failure not received well.
[ This conversation is a really good distraction from the way Shepard does receive both of his fingers very well—hot and slick, spongy tissues engorged, probably sensitive. He's very... thorough. After a moment he places his free hand over her belly and presses lightly, fingers momentarily probing perhaps a little too deep. Everything feels normal.
no subject
Her toes curl. Discomfort, he insists, as he stretches her. Feels along her inner walls, necessarily invasive. This is technical.
This is technical.
(Skin darkening, flushed with blood; labia parted, moisture glistening in the light. Pelvic muscles tight, tense. Gripping. Accommodating him.)
Mordin doesn't think he needs to confirm that he hasn't found anything at this point. He just withdraws, turns, discards and replaces his gloves with a series of elastic noises, and tries valiantly to collect himself. Something is wrong with him. Something so preposterous that he is loath to name it for what it is.
Shepard's voice is low and rough. Something is wrong with him but apparently not wrong enough. Time to move on. ]
Went to Noveria once. Younger years. Pre-STG. Scouted as undergraduate by Noveria Development Corporation, but little interest in working for Binary Helix. Heard they were contracted by krogan to develop genophage cure. [ Sniff. Not quite disdainful, but close. ] Failure not received well.
[ This conversation is a really good distraction from the way Shepard does receive both of his fingers very well—hot and slick, spongy tissues engorged, probably sensitive. He's very... thorough. After a moment he places his free hand over her belly and presses lightly, fingers momentarily probing perhaps a little too deep. Everything feels normal.
Of course it does. ]