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Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter notes: I got a serious
reaction to the first fic, one I was not expecting, which makes me
both happy and flattered. :D And now, it's time to crank out the
next fic. Most everyone is in agreement that they want the one with
Tali. Can't blame anyone; nothing like a mysterious woman with a
really hot body. So, I decided to do Debt of Gratitude first.
Mainly also because nobody's done anything with Tali in any sort of
sexual situation yet. Fant32's story, In Shepard's Shadow, I think,
is probably going to. But I wanna beat him to it! XD (just
kidding) Actually it's just I really want to do this one next; I've
got some good ideas for it. Also, please note this is part one, it
is segmented into the “story” segment and the “porn”
segment. This is the story segment, haha.

Also, to my reviewer who mentioned the
idea of having Gianna giving Shepard a blowjob; CAPITAL idea, dude.
:D That is now on the list.

So, here goes. Enjoy!

A Debt of Gratitude

Tali turned at the sound of boots on
the metal floor, all too familiar with the sound. For the most part,
nobody came into the engineering room except for the engineers
themselves, and they only left for meals and sleep. However, every
engineer was already present. Which meant it had to be somebody
else...and it was only ever one person. And right now, it was
somebody she very much wanted to talk to. She faced Shepard as he
strode over towards her, smiling slightly behind her visor.

“Shepard! I have to talk to
you!” she chirped, taking a step towards him in turn, lifting
her hands indicatively. Shepard slowed to a stop in front of her,
his head tipping to one side.

“Sure, of course, what can I
help you with?” he asked, eyebrows raising inquisitively. He
had an idea he knew WHY exactly she wanted to talk to him so eagerly,
but if his experience with the somewhat enigmatic quarian had taught
him anything, it was that you could never really assume anything.

Tali lowered her head a moment, as if
steeling herself to shelve her pride, then lifted her head, making a
sound like she was clearing her throat, if indeed quarians did such a
thing, before she spoke again.

“I...I was wondering...that OSD
with the information that you sent to the Alliance? The one about
the geth? I, uh...I was wondering if, since, you know, they have the
info now, if I could have the OSD...now...?” she asked, her
tone nervous, as if she were asking a question with potential to be
of great insult to the commander. Shepard, in turn, merely tilted
his head. There was no mistaking, certainly, why she wanted the
information at this point. She had spoken of her pilgrimage with the
utmost level of despair, even though she was quite good at hiding it
in her tone, to him; she knew what was expected of her and yet she
never had any idea how she was going to come by anything of such
expected worth.

“You want to bring this
information to the Migrant Fleet? To your people, to help them
against the geth. Right?”

Tali stared at him quietly, then
nodded slowly.

“Yes...we've been completely
unable to learn anything of the geth over the last three hundred
years since our exile. And if any of the council races have learned
anything, they've obviously done nothing to share it with us,”
she said softly with a trace of frustration in her voice, though not
directing it to Shepard, who simply nodded.

“I understand,” he said.

“So...” Tali said,
looking up at him hopefully. “I...I can have it? You'd let me
have it??” she asked, her voice eagerly hopeful. Shepard could
even see her eyes were wide-open behind her visor, like miniature
diamonds glowing behind her mostly-opaque faceplate. He blew out a
soft chuckle, nodding.

“Yeah, sure, go ahead and make
a copy. I need the original disk just in case something happened and
the transmission to the Alliance Command doesn't get through.”

Tali responded by diving forwards,
tightly hugging Shepard around the middle, making an odd sort of
sound of happiness that sounded almost like a trilling purr. Shepard
jerked slightly, eyes flying open and hands awkwardly held off to the
side, completely taken by surprise before he chuckled, patting her
lightly on the back once. Tali let go, smiling behind her visor with
her eyes at him.

“Thank you so much,
Shepard...my people...I...I owe you a great debt of gratitude. I can
never repay you for this.”

Shepard lowered his arms back down to
his sides once Tali had let go, and simply shook his head with the
smallest of smiles, glancing over at Chief Engineer Adams, who was
watching and smiling. Noticing the glance, Adams nodded and went
back to his work. Shepard turned his gaze back to Tali as he spoke.

“Tali, you don't owe me
anything. You have lent your experience and your knowledge to our
crew throughout this mess and without you, this would very likely
have been impossible. My best engineers are not experienced enough
to use in the special operations missions we've had to undertake, the
missions you've been on with me and the others.”

Tali tilted her head slowly.

“Shepard...that was my
repayment for saving my life on the Citadel. Since then, you've
shown nothing but kindness to me. Kindness no other races in the
galaxy will show me or my people. Everyone treats us with suspicion,
bigotry, and bias. You and your crew have treated me like an
equal...something I have never experienced outside of the Migrant
Fleet. You've saved my life again during our missions several times.
I have learned so much and experienced so much on my pilgrimage, so
much more than I could have possibly learned on my own. Now, you've
given me the only thing that could possibly match the expectations
riding on me for my pilgrimage,” she said. And Shepard noted
now that her voice sounded almost...tearful, as if she were overcome
by emotion. But it was hard to tell with quarians; their voices were
always slightly masked by their, well, masks.

“Tali, you don't need to worry
about it. All I really want is to have you by my side during the
rest of this mission,” he said reassuringly.

Tali's eyes had lowered as he spoke,
but now they rose to meet his. He could even see them looking into
his own. She shook her head slowly.

“Shepard, follow me,” she
said softly, turning and walking to the split-fork passageway that
led into the hangar bay. Shepard followed until she stopped in the
hallway just before the automatic sliding doors that separated. Tali
turned, her eyes staring into his once more.

“Shepard...you know as well as
I do...that is not entirely true.”

Shepard's expression shifted into one
of mild confusion.

“I...I don't know what you-”

“Shepard...I've seen how you
sometimes look at me.”

“I don't-”

“Longing, Shepard. The look in
your eyes is easy for me to see. After all, I am the one wearing a
mask...not you,” she said, her eyes 'smiling' at him now.

Shepard was silent a moment; talk
about being busted. He coughed and tried to think of the best
explanation, or, even, the best excuse, a light frown on his face.
They were two species that were even more different from one another
than the asari were in comparison to humans. Quarians didn't even
share the same acidic structure; they were dextro-protein, humans
were levo-protein. And yet...she seemed so human...

It was at that moment, deep in
thought, that he noticed the quarian's three-fingered hands were at
his shoulders.

“Shepard, remember when I told
you of how birth rates are controlled amongst my people?” she
asked, her tone carrying a subtle note to it. Her head tilted slowly
to one side, and Shepard could see her eyes were narrowed to coy
slits. He could not quite think of anything to say. His mouth
opened, but his brain and tongue were simply working against him.
Finally, he managed to stammer out a reply.

“Y-yeah...what, uh, what about
it?” he asked, almost nervously, as the quarian girl closed the
distance between them inch by inch.

“I ...there is so little
passion in our relationships...lovers never really spend much time
with each other because everyone is always working...there is
scarcely time for banter, even less for intimacy, and certainly not
for recreational purposes, either. I've experienced it a few
times...but it felt so empty...there was no energy in it.”

“W-well, uh...”

“Liara...the asari...she calls
you intriguing,” The quarian said. Her hands were sliding
slowly up his neck to his face. Shepard's eyes were wide, but he
couldn't pull his gaze from hers. For some reason, it seemed like
her eyes were much easier to see when she was like this...of course
that may very well have been because of the distance; the visor of
her breathing mask was only a few inches away from his face. He
could actually hear the soft sound of what was obviously her
breathing.

“I agree with her,” she
continued softly, her hands sliding up to the sides of his face. It
was then that Shepard lifted both of his hands to her own. For a
brief instant, he intended to pull her hands down. That was until
she slipped her hands in his grasp so their palms were against one
another's, her three fingers slipping in between his five. He
realized then she earnestly wanted to do this. It wasn't just guilt,
it was just...something. Perhaps it was curiosity, if nothing else;
human mechanics were known to be curious about what made things tick
and were naturally inquisitive. Why then wouldn't the same be said
of the quarians?

“Alright,” Shepard said
finally, as their entwined hands lowered to waist level. Tali tilted
her head as she waited. Shepard could think of nothing more to say.
It was almost awkward...until he realized why, exactly, he couldn't
think of anything to say...

“...How do we do this?”

Tali stared at him momentarily, her
eyes lowering behind her breathing mask as she puzzled over his
question.

“I...I hadn't thought that far
ahead,” she admitted after a few seconds. She sounded
disappointed. Shepard frowned, eyes following her to the floor as he
thought. She was hermetically sealed into her suit for a reason;
with practically no natural immune system left from their many years
drifting in space, they could not be exposed to any foreign microbes.
Then, it dawned on him...

“The airlock chamber,” he
said slowly, a smile spreading over his lips. Tali looked up, then
her eyes widened.

“It's a decontamination
chamber!” she exclaimed excitedly. Then, grabbing his wrist
with one hand, she suddenly and urgently began pulling him down the
hall. Shepard stumbled after her, though righted his composure as
she released his wrist as they entered the hangar. Shepard casually
nodded over to Garrus who simply nodded back and resumed his work
near the M35. It occurred momentarily to Shepard that he had no idea
what exactly Garrus was always doing. Then, the elevator door slid
shut and the rising platform began its ponderous climb. Tali leaned
back into Shepard, resting the back of her head on his shoulder.
Casually, he wrapped his arms around her middle. Tali let out a
contented purring sort of sound, resting her hands on his arms. But
then, she surprised him when she moved one hand back around them and
suddenly gripped tightly at his muscle-toned ass, making him grunt
and press his hips into hers, feeling her own ass pressing firmly
against his crotch. At that moment, Tali moved her other arm up and
around behind Shepard's head, displaying a fairly surprising amount
of flexibility. Her head turned, her eyes focusing intently on his
behind her mask, before she pressed the part of her mask that often
blinked with her speech to his lips, as if trying to kiss him.
Shepard smirked, and in keeping with the moment, pressed his lips to
the mask.

“Shepard...” Tali
murmured softly, her fingers raking over his close-cut hair. She
shivered against him, pulling her head back, as he began to lick at
the latex-like material of the suit that covered her neck. She let
out a soft whimpering, sobbing sort of sound. Not an actual sob, but
a conveyance of her desire.

“I want to feel it so badly,”
she whined.

“You can feel pressure, of
course, right?” Shepard asked, moving both hands to her hips.

“Yes...of course,” she
murred.

“Good.”

Suddenly, Tali arched her back
against him, as his hands found her breasts and squeezed tightly.

“AH!” she exclaimed, as
his hands worked hard over her breasts. “Sh-shepard...wh...what
are you doing?” she asked nervously, with a light tone of lust
in her voice.

“What's it feel like I'm
doing?” Shepard replied in a teasing tone, kneading his fingers
into the material of her suit, tightly gripping her breasts. Maybe
it was the material of her suit, but her breasts felt like they were
under a lot of pressure, as if they were bigger than her suit allowed
to really show.

“I...I've never felt
this...mmmh...it feels so good, though...” Tali murred softly,
leaning her head back against his shoulder and letting out a moan
that, coming through her breathing mask, had a delicious vibration to
it. “Squeeze them harder,” she murmured, writhing her
back against him a bit, wriggling her ass against his crotch in slow,
side-to-side swaying motions. Shepard, meanwhile, was more than
happy to oblige. His fingers worked harder into her breasts, moving
to where he surmised her nipples were and pushing his index fingers
into them and rubbing them in circles. This elicited a sharp gasp
from his quarian companion.

“You've never had your breasts
fondled?”

“No...breasts are...not much of
an object of sexuality between my species...often it's more the
stomach and our hindquarters...”

“You mean your ass?”
Shepard inquired, moving one hand from her breasts and slipping it
between them, tightly gripping at her ass. It was firmer than any
butt he'd ever had the pleasure of squeezing, almost like squeezing
cork. As he squeezed, Tali let out a grunting sort of sound.

“Yes, if that's what you call
it!” she exclaimed just after her grunt, her voice breathless.
Then, in a softer tone, as if she'd realized she'd put a bit more
energy into her response than she had intended, “like I
said...the few encounters I was authorized to have...it was so strict
and regulated...”

“How many quarian men have been
lucky enough?” Shepard muttered softly as he nibbled at her
shoulder. The elevator was slowing, but he had no reason to worry;
the elevator wasn't exactly always in motion.

“Mm...I wouldn't call it
luck...” she murmured softly. Her hand slid from his ass and
moved to the side of his waist slowly. “They were...selected
as potential mates and allowed to mate with me,” she breathed,
a light moan following her words as his fingers gave each set of her
curves another firm squeeze, and in the case of her breast, a hard,
circular rub. “But...only three,” she finished, head
lolling slightly forwards as the elevator came to a stop. Shepard
glanced over as the door slid down, moving away just in case.
Thankfully, nobody was there. Tali ran her hands over herself, as if
smoothing invisible creases in her suit, turning to face him.
Shepard looked her over for a second.

“Uh...on that topic,
Tali...how, uh...how does your species...mate?” he asked
slowly. He didn't want to avoid the question much longer; she was,
technically, an alien, and while the asari were basically a complete
match to humans biologically, she wasn't too sure on quarians. Tali
giggled softly.

“The same way humans do.”

Shepard tilted his head slightly, a
small smile placing itself on his lips.

“And...how exactly would you
know how humans mate?” he asked.

“I'm a quarian. We're
naturally curious...so, I downloaded some vids from the extranet on
my omni-tool...what you call pornos,” she said coyly, her eyes
narrowing behind her visor. Shepard simply stared in amazement.
“Anatomically...we are virtually the same, as a matter of fact.
Our bodies, on average, are slighter in size, our skeletal structure
is different, in ways you can see anyways, in the shape of our legs,
feet, and our fingers, but that is the only real difference...well,
that and our skin color; ours is often a light purple hue, like some
asari. And...we have two tongues,” she said slowly, cringing
mentally as she admitted it.

“...Uh...two??” Shepard
said, shaking his head slightly as if he hadn't heard her right.

“Well...yes...uhm...our tongues
are split at the back so it's like we have two tongues. And it
tapers out to more of a point than a rounded end, like yours do...nor
do we have hair, either,” she said, closing her eyes. She half
expected to turn him off, but he was going to know one way or
another, better to just tell him straight. She opened her eyes and
was mildly surprised when she saw him smiling, with, surprisingly, a
greater interest in his eyes now.

“Two tongues, hm? I think I
can find a way to make that work,” Shepard murmured, chuckling
as he grabbed her hand and semi-dragged her out of the elevator. She
yipped in surprise and stumbled up after him, thanking her ancestors
that, apparently, he was a total xenophiliac and seemed more
interested than put off by their physical differences. Plus, she
thought to herself as she trailed after him, eyes on his rear, he had
quite the nice ass...
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