AN: Hello and welcome to fic #2. This idea had been on my mind for a while. It was meant to be a oneshot between FemShep and Thane, but I got carried away and kept going.
The title is the song 'Wet Sand' by Red Hot Chili Peppers which I highly recommend you listen to. I'm not at all creative with titles- I'm probably gonna keep going with this trend for all my stories. Takes place in ME2.
I'll try to release more chapters this week, but the next two weeks are exam weeks, so don't get pissed if I don't update regularly. Thanks and enjoy!
The Reaper IFF. It was on everyone's mind. Once I get that IFF, it'll change our entire game. She had promised the crew to drinks at Afterlife. Aria T'Loak, the self proclaimed 'queen' of Omega, was willing to have Shepard and her crew at the club, seeing as Shepard had resolved multiple issues the asari had had; there was that datapad of leaked info on her, and not to mention taking care of her 'trophy', Patriarch. Shepard had done Aria well.
She headed down to the CIC, and stood firm in front of the galaxy map. "EDI, open up the comm channels."
"Yes, Commander."
Shepard let out a small sigh, smirking at the end of it. "Everyone. We're going after that IFF tomorrow. Now, I have no idea what problems it'll pose against our systems, and I know none of you have had a decent, if not any shore leave. Tonight, we're going to Afterlife to treat ourselves. Aria has kindly let us in. Just keep your asses in line- I don't want anyone starting unnecessary shit, alright?" She paused. "Joker, set a course for Omega."
"Aye, aye Commander. ETA ten minutes."
"And Joker, be sure to have a little fun tonight," Shepard added.
"Yeah, definitely gonna get totally plastered and break a leg on the dance floor. Literally."
Shepard let out a small laugh. "Alright, I get it." She paused for a moment. "Thanks, EDI. Close the channel."
"Understood, Commander."
Shepard turned to check her terminal- a small light blinked erratically. She stepped down from the map and opened the console, checking her inbox- she had received a message from Thane.
Siha. I wanted to talk to you about our last conversation. If you can spare some time, meet me in the VIP section. I understand if you feel the need to converse with the rest of the crew. But regardless, please meet me. I need to hear it from your lips again.
She blushed. Lips. She thought of his lips. Then his torso. She pictured his tone, muscular body on top of hers. Imagined having her way with him. Flustered and red, she avoided the questionable glances from Yeoman Chambers and paced to the elevator.
-x x x-
She was at the bar, talking to Tali. Jack joined them. She had worn a slim black dress that stopped a couple inches above her knees. It accentuated her curves, showing off her long slender legs, yet revealing her surprisingly petite figure. He stopped to stare at her for a moment. This woman will be the death of me. He marveled at her body, curious as he had had no attraction or was even the slightest interested in human physiology before he met her. Now he wanted nothing more than to discover what was hidden beneath her dress. Thane lowered his head as he slid through the crowds of crazed dancers, making his way to the VIP section.
-x x x-
"Sooo Shepard," Tali slurred. "That Thane guy has had his eye on you… Ya know what I mean?" She was leaning against her elbow on counter. She let out a giggle.
"Didn't know you were in to that stuff, Commander." Jack teased.
Shepard let out a sigh. "Look, Thane is a valuable asset to our team. His skills are… Wait, what? I'm not in to anything!"
"Riight," Jack smiled as she pounded a glass of ryncol.
"Woah, Jack you sure you be *burp* drinking that stuff?" Shepard couldn't help but giggle as Tali talked; Tali had always been such a lightweight.
Jack leaned in towards Tali's mask. "I've had much worse," she replied darkly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get laid tonight. And possibly snag some Hallex while I'm at it." She made her way into the crowds, quickly finding someone to dance next to. She hadn't been too bad at seducing men. Her outfit definitely made it easy for her; hell, she barely wore a top if that's what you want to call it.
Shepard turned back to Tali. It was impossible to tell what face she was making behind her mask, but she was unquestionably squinting her eyes. "I'd tap it quick Shepard!" She laughed uncontrollably, signaling the bartender over for another drink.
You have no idea what I would do to that man. "Oh? Like I haven't seen you checking out Garrus?" Shepard grinned.
"Whaaaat?" Tali stumbled back for a moment and attempted to regain her composure. "Don't spin this on me, you bosh'tet!" She stood up as straight as could, grabbing her drink with confidence. "Garrus is a dear friend. He's been here since Saren! It's only natural that I… I would be…" She trailed off looking hazily at a different bar in the other end of the club. Garrus was leaning against the tabletop, sharing what seemed to be an enjoyable conversation with Grunt and Zaeed.
Shepard put her hands on Tali's shoulders and spun her around in her desired direction. She placed her face beside her mask. "I think you need to get calibrated, if you know what I mean." She then gave Tali a small nudge, and she staggered her way to Garrus, raising her hand and waving back at Shepard. Shepard then turned to the bartender. "Batarian ale."
The bartender looked at her for a moment. "You sure you can handle it, human?" Shepard gave the salarian a long, intimidating stare.
"If I can take down a Reaper, I'm sure I can handle a little liquor." He nodded and sighed as if to say, your funeral. Shepard had drunk batarian ale before; she knew she could handle it, unlike ryncol. I have no idea how Jack can walk after that stuff… She wandered around the club, talking to the rest of crew, and having more than a few drinks along the way. She eventually made her way downstairs to the VIP section, albeit slightly drunk.