A Sister's Gift

Username: OrianaL



Username: Mlaws



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OR: [LOGIN][ONLINE]



18:05 OR: Somebody just kill me.  Come over here and rip my heart out of my ribcage right now.



18:06 ML: I take it from this and the rather colorful message in my inbox that something's gone wrong.



18:08 OR: Screw men.  Screw every single man alive.



18:08 ML: I'm working on it.



18:10 OR: Wait, what?



18:11 ML: Something go wrong with Danner, I take it?



18:11 OR: Wrong in the sense that things went "wrong" at the Citadel when Sovereign attacked.



18:12 ML: Calm down, Ori.  Tell me what happened.



18:15 OR: So, I was actually going to go through and follow your advice.  Went over to Danner's apartment, got him out of the room and stripped down to my sexiest underwear, ready to give him a good time, you know?



18:16 ML: Nice.  What type were they?



18:18 OR: What type were what?



18:18 ML: The underwear.  Lace garters?  Push-up bra?  Crotchless thong?



18:20 OR: Randa, this doesn't really pertain to...



18:20 ML: What color were they?



18:22 OR: It doesn't matter, Randa.  While I was waiting for him to come back, I looked over and saw he left his terminal on.



18:23 ML: And you snuck a peek?  Dirty girl.



18:25 OR: I didn't mean to!  But it was hard to miss... there was a picture of Meliah on the screen.  A... naked picture.



18:28 ML: So what?  She sent him a picture, maybe he was about to delete it when you came in.



18:30 OR: I doubt it.  It was his desktop image.



18:31 ML: Oh, Ori.  I'm so sorry.



18:33 OR: I got so pissed off at him, I stormed out before I realized I'd forgotten my clothes.  I had to walk all the way back to my dorm room in my underwear.



18:34 ML: Sounds hot.  Lot of people watching you?  Checking out your body?



18:36 OR: Uh... I don't think so.  It was late, not a lot of people around.



18:38 ML: Oh, okay.  So what was Meliah doing in the picture?  Just naked, or playing with herself at all?



18:41 OR: Randa, what is wrong with you?  I'm looking for comfort here, not reliving details of the most embarrassing moment of my life!



18:48 OR: Are you even still there?



18:50 ML: Sorry, got my fingers deep in too many pies, here.



18:52 OR: Great, glad to see my utter heartbreak is such a priority to you.



18:53 ML: Have you opened the package yet?



18:55 OR: Package?



18:58 ML: I got confirmation; it should have arrived by now.



19:01 OR: That box was from you?  I guess I was too busy crying myself to sleep every night to pay attention to it.



19:04 ML: Ori, you're my sister and I love you.  So let me make you a promise: the gift I sent you in that box is going to make everything better.



19:07 OR: Unless it's a remote castration machine to use on Danner, I highly doubt it.



19:10 ML: Just open it, Ori.  I'll message you again in a week, and I'm willing to bet that when I do, you're going to be a lot happier.



* * *



After signing off with Randa, Oriana wiped at her eyes with one hand while searching through the junk on her desk with another.  Finally, she pulled out the small box and tore open the seal.



Inside was a large glass bottle with a spray nozzle.  Looked like it was supposed to be perfume, although Oriana couldn't say she'd seen a bottle quite this large before.  Nearly filling the inside was a semi-transparent green liquid, jostling back and forth inside as if something alive, begging to be released.



"This is supposed to make me feel better, Randa?" Oriana asked to empty air.  "Goddamn perfume?"  Feeling the tears coming again, she put the bottle back into the box and lightly tossed it back onto her desk.



There was a knock on the door.  "Oriana, you alone in there?"



Oriana sniffled.  "Come on in," she said.  As Cat entered, Oriana struggled to regain composure.  "Dyena said she was sick of hearing me whining and went to the library again."



"Come here," Cat said, helping Oriana out of her seat and tightly embracing her.  "You're so much better than that worm, he doesn't deserve any of your tears."



"He seemed so... we used to talk for hours," Oriana blubbered.  "We had so many good conversations, and now I have to wonder how many of them he was just trying to end so he could go out and... and bang that bitch!"



"Shhh," Cat said, stroking her friend's back and speaking softly into her ear.  "I know it hurts a lot."  She pulled away from Cat and gave her a sad smile.  "Listen, all my plans for tonight are officially cancelled.  You and me are going out to the Crystal Lounge, and we're going to get completely plastered!  Find you a nice hot stud to use and discard like cheap tissue."



Pulling away, Oriana looked down at the expensive outfit Cat was wearing and shook her head.  "No, you've got a date with Gabe tonight, I'm not going to pull you away from that just because I'm feeling crappy."



"Seriously, Ori, Gabe can wait."



Oriana stayed firm.  "Go, have fun."  She waved a dismissive hand at the box on her desk.  "Try out some of the amazing perfume my sister guaranteed would make all my problems go away, I'm sure Gabe'll love it."



"Okay, but I owe you, Ori.  Tomorrow night, body shots and cheap, filthy rebound sex," Cat said.  Looking down at the box, she pulled out the perfume bottle and studied it.  "Never seen this brand before, what is it?"



"No idea," Oriana said, walking over to her bed and flopping down onto the mattress.



Shrugging, Cat sprayed twice on both sides of her neck and rubbed the liquid in with her fingers.  "Oooh, I like it," Cat said.  "Danner's an asshole, Ori, and you're so better off without him."



"I guess," Oriana said, putting her pillow up over her head and fighting the urge to scream into it.



"Tomorrow night, babe, we're going to rip this college town's shit up," Cat said.  "You get a good night's sleep, okay?"



"Kay," Oriana said, hearing Cat walk out the door.  After several minutes, she felt the urge to cry recede, and pulled the pillow off of her head.



Immediately, she caught a whiff of something.  The perfume that Cat sprayed still hung in the air.  Cat had been right; it did smell good.  Like, really good.



She had stood up and was about ready to walk over and get a better smell when she heard the door open.



Dyena Mallus stomped into the room, as usual in a crappy mood.  She was the absolute antithesis of every stereotype the asari race had to outsiders.  The grace and poise her species was known for was non-existent, almost entirely replaced by cynicism, vicious sarcasm, and an absolute disdain for anyone who hadn't been dead for at least a thousand years.  Dyena could have passed the history exam Oriana was stressing over with her eyes closed and her hands tied behind her back with one of the many ratty old sweatshirts she always wore.



"You still crying?" Dyena bluntly asked as she placed her study material carefully on her side of the room.  "I'd like to get some sleep tonight, if you don't mind."



Oriana wiped away the remnants of her tears and forced herself to smile.  "I'm doing fine," she said.  "It'll be a nice quiet night for you."



"Guy wasn't all that good-looking anyway, not sure why you're making such a stink over..." Dyena's caustic words trailed off.  "What is that?  What's that smell?"



Oriana steeled herself.  Dyena was so picky about anything that disturbed her perfect little universe.  A single hair out of place and she'd be griping for hours.  So Oriana knew she was going to catch hell for the perfume smell still hanging in the air.



"My friend was going on a date, so I let her use some of my perfume, sorry," Oriana said.  "We can air it out if..."



"No!" Dyena sharply exclaimed.  "Where's this perfume?"



Oriana, a little unnerved by the sudden change in Dyena's attitude, walked over to her desk and pulled out the bottle.



"Spray some in the air," Dyena demanded of her roommate.  Not one to disappoint, Oriana did so.  Dyena deeply inhaled, and let out her breath with a little sigh at the end that Oriana could have never imagined coming out of her.  "Again," she said.



"I don't want to waste..."



"Again!" Dyena exclaimed.



"Fine, you want a smell?" Oriana said, her annoyance with her roommate finally reaching the boiling point.  "Here!" she turned the bottle and sprayed it right into Dyena's face.



The result was almost instantaneous.  Oriana watched in shocked amazement as Dyena's hands reached up to fondle her own breasts.  She let out long, heated moans as she eyed Oriana with heavy lids.  "Oh, Goddess," the asari words were slurred.  "Oh, this is..."



And with that, Dyena reached down and whipped off her sweatshirt, her smallish breasts bare underneath, her nipples rock hard.  Before Oriana could react, Dyena was upon her, reaching for the buttons on Oriana's blouse.



"I want you," Dyena moaned.  "I've always wanted you, Ori.  Just didn't have the guts to say it.  Be with me tonight, Ori.  Touch me, lick me, do whatever you want to me.  I'm yours.  I'm all yours."



The smell of the perfume on Dyena's face and in the air was starting to overpower Oriana.  Try as she might, she couldn't make her hands push the ravenous asari away.  Couldn't make herself tell Dyena to stop.  Just watched as the fumbling asari finally gave up, ripped Oriana's blouse open, and immediately began running her tongue deep into the crevice between Oriana's breasts.



"Dyena..." Oriana finally made herself say, her head swimming with the perfume fumes filling her lungs.  When Dyena looked up, Oriana grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward into a long, wet kiss.



Their lips were still locked together as Oriana felt herself falling back onto her bed, Dyena landing on top of her.  Blue fingers trailing down her stomach, moving boldly downward.  Sneaking up underneath the waistband of her panties and sinking deep into her wetness.



It certainly wasn't how she expected to lose her virginity, but that night, Oriana had absolutely no complaints.