A/N - Forgive me if this isn't specifically a story, but a quick one shot written with love. The setting: After the Mass Effect 2 story, Liara's apartment following Shepard's visit and depaarture. Written from Shepard's POV. Its been a while for me - please be kind.
A slight breeze ruffles your hair as you pull the heavy comforter up closer to your chin. Sleepy, still, your brain only partially processes the sounds of the night and the fresh, crisp smell on the air. You shiver as the comforter disappears leaving you with only a sheet covering your body. You remember dressing for bed, but somehow you're not surprised that you can feel the fibers of the sheet against your bare skin. Wakefulness comes slowly and hesitantly as your mind refuses to let go of its dreams. You feel arms slide under you and a soft breath at your throat. One foot in each world, you turn toward the warmth and are met by lips that softly kiss your own. The dream fades as you are lifted into an embrace and carried from the bed.
Through the open double French doors and softly placed on your comforter, now spread on the balcony floor. You slowly open your eyes and see a smiling face outlined by the stars. You return the smile and pull up at the edge of the sheet, offering the place at your side. You feel warmth along your length as an equally unclothed body slides in close to you. You turn to your side and are pulled into a firm embrace, love reflected in the eyes that are gazing into your own. Another shared smile, then a soft kiss as the hands encircling you move up and down your body, spreading warmth and leaving tingling nerves in their wake. The breeze blows again, sending you closer into the embrace.
Finally awake, you experience a moment of panic, "Outside?"
Laughter is your answer as you are lifted to a sitting position, your back against soft skin, legs straddling your own, arms pulling you back, kisses at the side of your neck.
You look to where the balcony ends and instead of seeing the expected lights of the city; you see only the glow of starlight reflecting off of the silver bark of a stand of birch. You relax again into the embrace as the kiss tickles your throat and the hands around you caress your body, stoking the fires within you. Part of your brain questions the change, but the pleasure you are experiencing chases any doubts. The kisses trail forward as you are gently returned to your back, the sheet now forgotten as your internal heat takes over.
Unwilling to accept the slow torture tonight, you roll on top, straddling a thigh as your knee parts another set of legs. Sliding forward, maintaining contact, you draw out a moan from your lover, as your bodies share in the motion. The hands caressing your breasts become more insistent and move to your hips, helping the pace of the motion. Juices mingling, the pleasure builds. A hand moves to center, fingertips brushing the most sensitive part of your inner thigh. Pleasure builds to ecstasy as a thumb circles a swollen bud and your hand reaches to mirror the other. A gasp and cry escape, the source unsure as both bodies surge nearer to completion. You hear your name and a plea for release as you open your eyes and meet those filled with longing, with devotion, with desire. All thought gone, your motion increases until a pair of screams echo in the night with the crash of release. Unable to or unwilling to move, you are still until a pair of arms pull you back down into a passionate embrace, showering your face with kisses. You snuggle into the embrace and share a sigh of contentment. Falling asleep, you feel satisfied and completely loved.
You awake with the sun streaming through the window, the comforter once again tucked under your chin. You are alone, but your earlier feelings remain. You snuggle back into your pillow complete with the knowledge that your love is shared and returned, however distant.