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Iccia, the small yet alluring female belongs to





BACKSTORY TIME! This awesome commission was made by the ever so talented Thank you from the bottom of my mostly natural heart! <3 <3 <3Loganhen, the strong bodied male belongs to Iccia, the small yet alluring female belongs to Boy do I wish I could change my bloody DA name XDBACKSTORY TIME!

While out with her pals Iccia found herself surrounded by the bright strobes, dancing revellers and loud chest thumping music of Purgatory, a particularly popular nightclub in the Presidium. Iccia stayed close to the other Turians and humans in her group, not feeling entirely comfortable with the environment or the atmosphere. She’d hoped to have had a quiet night in with a vid and some nibbles, but she would soon find out that going out would result in something way better than a crummy B-movie.

While her friends took to the dancefloor, glasses in hand she took a seat on one of the smaller tables, her own bottle of dextro beer in her clutches. She was considering faking a headache to escape the noise, the lights, it reminded her to much of times past. Taking a swig from her bottle she glanced over to the bar, it was busy with a crowd of club goers and a few dancers. But someone in the melee caught her blue eyes; another Turian, he was different looked different. As if by chance he looked over to her and the instant they locked their gazes Iccia’s heart felt like it has sped up.

Taking his drink the purple and mauve plated Turian walked to her table, her mind raced with possibilities. Was he a friend of her pals, did he mistake her for something else, was he an undercover C-Sec officer going to probe her for information. But soon enough he was mere feet from her, looking down with what looked like a happy expression.

‘Hey there.. what’s a pretty thing like you doin' sittin' alone?’ he asked as he casually propped himself on a joining pillar. Iccia couldn’t help but feel warm from his compliment, but she hadn’t broken her line of sight with him ‘No, I’m with my friends’ she replied leaning back on her chair. The male nodded ‘So...how come your sittin' alone then, chick?’ he asked. Iccia relaxed a little and beckoned him to take the nearby seat ‘They’re on the dancefloor, I’d rather be here with my drink’

Loganhen nodded before taking a swig from his bottle ‘I’m Loganhen, or just Hen, you?’ he asked pointing the neck of the bottle to her ‘Iccia, my name’s Iccia…’ she replied feeling slightly nervous, was he asking her for something? If he was she would not object, it’s not often she has guys, especially someone as handsome as Loganhen come up to her and strike up conversation.

‘Nice name’ he said spying her bottle, almost empty, ‘Want a refill?’ he asked sitting up in the chair. Iccia nodded once and nudged the bottle over to him, typical Iccia luck struck as it fell over and was just caught by the male. They both laughed, feeling more relaxed in one another’s company. Logan returned with two cold fresh bottles and they struck up a conversation, from jobs to jokes they quickly grew a mutual liking, and aided by their fourth round of dextro alcohol Iccia’s inhibitions dissipated. She leant forward towards him, her talons pushing her bottle closer to his and with a little nudge of a talon Loganhen saw an opening...

‘Say Iccia, are you doing anything later?’ he asked bluntly but confidently. Iccia looked down and twiddled her fingers for a moment, even in her somewhat drunk state she knew what he was asking. It’d happened to her friends on a few occasions, now it was happening to her!

‘N-no, I’m not, do you have plans?’ she questioned taking a talon and pushing it between his and the bottle, pulling it hoping he’d move closer. With a slow laugh he shook his head ‘Well… if my plans involve a certain woman who’s sitting in front of me, yes, I’ll be very busy’

Iccia’s heart was beating lightning fast now, between her growing excitement and the alcohol she tried to think of a witty reply, but nothing came to her apart from

‘You mean we’ll be very busy Hen’ she giggled pushing her bottle to the side and holding his larger talons. He held her hand back, and his features seemed to mellow out even more from her response; seemingly in relief, perhaps? It was mutual since Iccia didn’t have to worry about what she did or said, she knew something fun would happen soon.

After the short stroll back to Iccia’s apartment, it was closer and neither of the two were very balanced on their feet. Outside her door they paused and took each other in each other’s grip, with his arms around her slim waist and her talons hanging off his chest ridge they locked their eyes together. They didn’t say much, more like they were enjoying this moment where it was just Iccia and Loganhen in the dimly lit corridor. Before entering, Iccia mustered new found courage to meet the taller Logan for a short kiss, Logan seemed a little surprised, but that shyness had passed, now!

‘Are you sure you want to do this Iccia? I’m not for-‘ Iccia pressed her talon onto his lips silencing him ‘Logan, if I didn’t want this I wouldn’t have walked you to my room’ she replied softly, and a little slurred from the drinking. She ran a talon down his chest and stopped just short of his abdomen. With a small chuckle she looked down his body. Strong, muscly, firm and a face to die for she lifted her talon from his mouth, pulling ever so slightly poking her finger between them ‘Now H…Hen, let’s have some fun!’

The rest of the night was… eventful, it resulted with a new found friendship and a couple of noise complaints being filled to C-Sec.