"Erm, Thane. Do you have to follow me around the ship?" Commander Shepard looked over his shoulder at the drell assassin. It was bad enough that half the crew suspected there was something between them, but now he really wasn't doing anything to help.
"I can't help myself, Commander. I find you... fascinating. I am drawn to your every movement." Thane's voice purred from behind him.
Shepard spun around on his heel, meeting Thane's black gaze from no more than three inches away. The unmistakable scent of leather and warm sand hit his nostrils, making him hesitate for a second. "Thane, you know I find you... 'fascinating' too. But the crew, I mean this is the cargo hold, anyone can come in here."
"You should know by now, that I thrive on that sort of danger, Shepard." Thane lifted his thin hand to stroke his commander's arm. "It makes me feel alive. And I know you enjoyed it last time."
Shepard spun back around and leaned on one of the workbenches he had been using. "Thane!" he exclaimed, then the expression caught in his throat and Shepard sighed. "Yeah, it was good, but..."
"Do not deny yourself, Shepard." reaching towards his commander again, Thane spun him gently by the shoulder until they were again looking into each others eyes. Shepard touched Thane's shoulder gently as the drell moved to caress the short stubble of Shepard's cheek. The commander moved suddenly, pressing his lips into Thane's surprisingly soft and smooth mouth, one hand moving to the soft part of Thane's neck and running his fingers over the frills.
Thane grunted in appreciation as he pulled Shepard in closer, the length of their bodies pressed together now, he could feel that Shepard was enjoying finally getting Thane almost as much as the assassin was. Thane felt himself grow beneath the simulated leather of his pants, straining and throbbing with the increasing beat of his heart.
"Turn around," he said into Shepard's ear. His commander obeyed, leaning forwards and resting his forearms onto the workbench. Thane took charge then, unbuckling Shepard's belt and sliding down his uniform trousers before running his nimble fingers over the newly exposed skin of Shepard's backside. His self-control abandoned, he fumbled to unzip his suit, freeing his throbbing drellhood and leaving himself naked save for his long jacket. He sighed deeply; "Human skin. So soft and warm." he muttered, taking hold of his commander's hips and sliding his member between Shepard's cheeks.
"Please, Thane," Shepard whispered as the drell moved himself up and down against the commander's ass. "Don't tease me. I want you."
"Very well, Shepard." Tensing with the anticipation, Thane moved himself, ready to enter Shepard. A snorting noise from one of the ventilation shafts made both men freeze.
The snorting turned into a male laugh, and as they stared in the direction of the noise, Garrus dropped out of the shaft, rolling on his back and howling with laughter.
"Garrus?" Shepard exclaimed.
The turian rolled to his feet, still wracked with laughter. "Yes!" he shouted "I knew it! Knew it!" He began to pump his arm triumphantly and run around the cargo hold like an excited puppy. "I told them, but they didn't believe me. Yes! Haha! I knew it! I gotta go tell everyone!" He ran into the elevator and then was gone.
"Shit." said Shepard.