Disclaimer: Skyrim belongs to Bethesda, Mass Effect belongs to Bioware. I just borrow their amazing characters and universe for my on nefarious purposes.
A/N: This story was brought about as a prompt from my tumblr account. I haven't played very much Skyrim, but I do try to fact check to make sure I don't leave any huge gapping plotholes or inaccuracies. Ahem, Bioware. I had a request to post this here, so hopefully you like it! I've enjoyed writing it thus far! Rated M for smutty times.
"You needn't follow me, sir. I'm perfectly capable on my own," Shepard sighed, her new housecarl had been dogging her steps since she left Windhelm, much to her chagrin. At least he was quite easy on the eyes. Oh yes, she thought, stealing a sidelong glance at the handsome Breton walking a few paces behind her, she wouldn't mind talking him out of his… She shook her head, no sense having lascivious thoughts about a man that heretofore had displayed no interest in her. Aside from insisting on following her, ostensibly to keep her safe.
He had displayed impressive skill with his magick, getting her out of a few tight spots. Not that that she couldn't handle herself, of course. She scowled as the wind blew colder, and the snow that had been falling for hours grew thicker, and it became almost impossible to see. "Dovahkiin, I recommend we find a place to camp for the night," her companion's gravelly voice broke through her musings.
She sighed, "If you're going to be accompanying me, you could at least tell me your name." She shivered violently in the cold, and her fingers trembled as she attempted a spell to warm herself, but only managed a small flash of light before it extinguished.
"Kaidan, lady, Kaidan Alenko," he said after a lengthy pause, and he pulled the heavy fur cloak he wore, and wrapped it tightly around her. "This will help you stay warm, Dovahkiin. It is too cold, and we are too weary to attempt any magick."
"From whence do you hail, Kaidan? You are Breton, so you are a long way from home, and your name is strange on my tongue," she shivered, her teeth clacking.
"Lady, there is a cave up ahead," he said, guiding her with a gauntleted hand on her shoulder. "My clan is from Daggerfall, in High Rock."
"Ah," she said, "I've never been to High Rock. I was born and raised in Cyrodiil, near the border of Skyrim." She fell silent, and sighed in relief as they entered the mouth of a cave, and were protected from the wind and snow. "That is much better," she said, and felt her body temperature regulating.
She felt his hand on her shoulder, guiding her deeper into the cave. "We should go farther in, Dovahkiin, we can build a fire, and it will be more easily defensible."
"Kaidan, call me Shepard, please," she said quietly, and reluctantly offered his fur cloak back to him. He shook his head, "I can handle the cold…Shepard." He offered her a shy smile, and cast a hovering ball of shimmering light. "I'll lead, lady," he said, drawing his sword.
"May I?" she asked, holding a hand for his weapon, as it blazed orange and red. "Is this your work? The enchantment is very strong. I am impressed," she said, and sliced through the empty air a few times. She smiled and handed the weapon back.
"Thank you," he said, moving slowly and cautiously through the cave. When they came to a small, but empty chamber, they looked at each other with a nod. They each pulled a bedroll from their packs, and rolled them out next to each other. She found fuel for a fire, and soon they had a small blaze going, each too fatigued to do manage much more. She handed his a few pieces of dried meat and they sat in silence, each shivering in the inadequate blankets they had with them. Kaidan frowned, and moved closer to her, pulling her closer to share their body heat, and he gently buffed her hands, trying to help her warm up. "We need to get our armor off, it isn't helping us get any warmer," he murmured, and while still rubbing her frozen fingers, used his other hand to work the buckles strapping her leather chest plate to her, and pulled it away, and set it in a pile nearby, and added her greaves and gauntlets to the stack, but left her fur boots on her feet. "You should be warmer soon," he said softly, and removed his own armor, and stacked it neatly next to hers.
"Thank you," she said, chewing on the tough jerky. She shivered against his firm body, and this time, it wasn't just with the cold. She could feel the delicious warmth pouring off him, and unconsciously, she scooted closer to him, impossibly close, and he tightened the arm he had draped around her, his warm fingers splaying over her taut abdomen, absently caressing her skin through her woolen shirt. She hazarded a glance up at him through thick black lashes, and found him staring into the fire. As if he felt her stares, he glanced down at her, and their eyes met. She swallowed, and it was as if sparks flew between them.
He twisted his torso, and brought a callused hand to caress her cheek. He watched as her pink tongue darted out to run over her lips, moistening them as it went. Her breath came in short puffs, steamy in the icy air. He tugged on a lock of her hair, and leaned into her, "You should stop me," he murmured, his breath hot against her lips.
"I don't think I want to," she said, and kissed him deeply, her tongue caressing his, moaning as he crushed a hand in her sable locks, the arm about her waist pulling her into his lap. His hand snuck under her shirt to caress her firm breast, his hand at her waist pulling her hips to grind against his swollen arousal. She panted as his fingers brushed against the smooth skin of her belly, dipping under the waistband of her pants. He found her hot and wet as he fondled her soft folds, his fingers grazing over her sensitive nub. His lips turned up in a half smile as her hips jerked against his at the contact, and he captured her lips, swallowing her moan. He caught her tunic, and pulled it over her head.
He shifted, and rolled her onto the pallet beneath him, and with a smooth motion, drew her pants from her hips, revealing firm, creamy flesh, and he fastened his mouth on her breast, his questing fingers finding her hot core. He slid one long finger in her, and her hips arched up to meet his hand. She gasped out short breaths as he trailed kisses down, down, until he reached her wetness, and with a wicked smile, ran his tongue over her, long and slow, drawing a throaty groan from her, her fists firmly grasping his short black curls.
His tongue and teeth worked her to a frenzy, and he had her crying out as she climaxed, and he rode the wave with her, pushing her to new heights she hadn't imagined possible. His tongue was positively wicked as he licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. With one last kiss, he slithered up her, and glued his lips to hers. She tasted herself on him, and felt herself become impossibly wet. He smoothed her hair back from her face, and pushed his own pants from his hips. In one smooth motion, he seated himself to the hilt within her. Her hands flew to his shoulders, Her nails bit into his skin as she panted, sighing his name. He set the tempo, his rhythm punishing and gentle at the same time, stroking her core as she convulsed around him. Trying to hold back his own release until she cried out his name, her head pressing firmly into the pallet, her hips arching up to him. He lips sucked at her throat as he pulsed within her, and he sighed his surrender to the pleasure she gave him.
They lay together in a sweaty, panting mess, their furs and blankets pulled over them. "I didn't know you were a sex god," she murmured into his shoulder. "I approve. Feel free to follow me anywhere." He only grunted in reply.