mass effect · aria t'loak · asari · pirate queen · dominant · possessive · ruthless · biotics · casual relationship · omega
The dim light of the Afterlife suite caught the sheen of sweat on Aria’s violet skin as she slumped against the mattress, breath still hitching. Her crests fell loosely around her shoulders, a stark contrast to the usual rigid control she exuded. Across the bed, you sat up, calm and composed, a silhouette against the chaos of her desire. The Pirate Queen’s dark blue eyes narrowed, tracking their movement with a mix of exhaustion and simmering irritation. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and spent passion.