Disclaimer: Skyrim belongs to Bethesda, Mass Effect belongs to Bioware. I just borrow their amazing characters and universe for my on nefarious purposes.
Shepard woke with a start, to the feeling of suffocating. There was something heavy laying across her chest; heavy, and warm. She opened her bleary eyes, not certain where she was, or what was in the bed with her. She was also concerned, as she didn't remember going to sleep, much less in a warm, fluffy bed. She shoved at the warm thing lying across her chest; wincing at a sharp pain in her shoulder, and discovered it was a very muscular arm. Focusing her blurry vision, she discovered it belonged to her companion, the largely silent and impossibly handsome mage, Kaidan, who was currently stretched out alongside her. She searched her foggy brain, and couldn't remember why her shoulder was throbbing, or why she was currently in bed with the handsome Breton.
He snuffled softly in his sleep, and she waited patiently as he slowly became fully conscious, his whiskey brown eye blinking slowly before they turned to look at her. She swallowed audibly, and felt her mouth turn to sawdust as his burning gaze travelled over her. It was so intense as to feel like a physical manifestation, like fingers stroking her all over. "How do you feel?" he asked, voice gravelly.
"I- um, what happened?" she stammered, and felt his hand drifting along her belly, and up to cup her breast.
"You were stabbed in the shoulder during a bar fight," he replied, his thumb stroking her nipple through her thin linen tunic. "The innkeeper had an extra room, so I brought you up here and used a healing spell on that shoulder. You lost a lot of blood. So, how do you feel?"
"I f-f-feel fine," she stuttered, his clever fingers drifting down her taut abdomen, and she felt liquid heat pooling in her belly, and lower, as he found her hot and waiting for him. He circled her sensitive nub, and her hips nearly flew off the bed at the contact. "How- how…mmm…how did I get into a bar fight?" she asked, not wanting to distract him.
She watched as a mischievous smile curled his lips, his fingers continued their quest, stroking her soft folds, spreading her wetness. "Why, I believe it was over me," he murmured, leaning in to her, his lips whispering against her shoulder.
"You? You jest!" she replied, and moaned as he slipped in a finger, stroking her deeply. She clutched at his hand in protest as he removed the invading finger to tease her further.
"No, it was definitely over me," he purred, and she felt the deep timbre of his voice to the marrow of her bones as she shivered against his probing hand. "A serving girl was too free with her affections for your taste," he told her, as he grazed his thumb over her. "It wasn't until she endeavored to seat herself in my lap, and you went mad with jealousy."
She could hardly think, that lazy hand of his was driving her nearly wild. Her hips undulated of their own accord as he stroked her. "I don't get jealous."
His smile was lazy, his eyes dark with arousal, "Oh, yes, you do." He cut off her protest as he clasped his lips to hers. He entwined his spare hand in her long, sable locks, his other hand strong on her waist as he pulled her across his chest as he rolled to his back.
She sprawled across his chest, enjoyed the feel of his fingers languidly stroking along her spine as she writhed against him, her lips still sealed to his; his tongue probing, stroking, caressing; lazily licking her lips before thrusting into her hot cavity. "I don't get jealous," she whispered, breaking the kiss. She raised her hand to his face, cupping his cheek.
He turned his face into her hand, and drew a slender digit into his mouth, his rough tongue swirling against the sensitive pad, dragging a shudder from her as she sat, enthralled. "You do." His hands went to her hips, urging her up, and she gladly complied. She shifted her hips, and positioned herself so he rested hot and heavy against her molting core. She slowly lowered herself onto him, torturously taking in each thick inch, and they both groaned in disbelief as someone pounded frantically on their door, shouting, "Dohahkiin! Dovahkiin! You must come quickly!"
Kaidan groaned, and pressed his head back into the bed, his jaw set. He reluctantly pulled her off him, and after wrapping a sheet around her, stomped over to the door and ripped it open. "Cease that incessant racket!" he demanded quietly, his words infused with deadly intent.
The men at the door gulped audibly, and took a step away for the mysterious protector that followed the Dovahkiin throughout Skyrim. He was furious and clearly naked. "The Dovahkiin, she is needed. A dragon was sighted nearby. Please, you must hurry."
Kaidan growled, and slammed the door shut. Behind him, Shepard had slipped out of bed, and was pulling on her soft woolen leggings, and a clean tunic. He hurriedly dressed himself, and they pulled on their armor and buckled on their sword belts. He quickly packed up their meager belongings, and with a heated, lingering kiss, they headed out the door.
They were given directions to head west a few miles, then to take the left fork in the road. Shepard was uneasy; the directions they were given were vague at best. Her suspicious were heightened even more when there were told there were no horses available for them, even for hire.
"I do not like this," she muttered to her companion as soon as they were out the gates of the town. She loosened her sword in its scabbard to make it easier to draw, and Kaidan did the same.
He nodded, "I believe it to be a trap. The serving wench stabbed you in your sword arm, which will slow you down. So stupid, how did I not see it?" he berated himself.
"You could not have known," she said firmly, "They have underestimated my abilities then. I am just as deadly with my magick." Once they were out of sight of the village, she motioned for him to follow her into the trees that thickly lined the road. "We should stick to the trees, and maybe we can flank surprise them. Stay alert," she whispered, and was startled when he gave her a sharp nod and a searing kiss. She stifled a grin as he walked along just behind her, murmuring the things he wanted to do to her when this was over. She tried not to blush, or be distracted. She would occasionally feel his hand at her back, or brush her hip as they trekked along.
She stopped short when she realized the forest was abnormally quiet around them. No insects singing, or frogs croaking. "Laas-Yah-Nir!" she Shouted, and indicated the location of the bandits coming to ambush them. She heard his swords sing as he unsheathed them, heard them crackling with the fire enchantments he'd placed on them. Heard his guttural roar as he struck the bandits rushing them from behind. She charged up an icy ball, and hurled it into the fracas, slowing their enemies as he alternatively thrust and parried, taking them out one at a time. She blasted them with fire and ice magick, inflaming their armor and panicking them, but they were many, and she and he few.
She drew her sword, and Shouted a second time, "Tiid-Klo-Ul!" and prepared for the disorientating sensation of time being slowed around her, made short work of their opponents, her blade slipping easily between their ribs in a killing blow. She counted down the seconds until time reverted to normal, and when it did, there was one man left, and in a moment of fury, Kaidan's dual swords severed his head. She fell to her knees, exhausted from the use of the Thu'um.
"I hate it when you do that," he groused about her slowing down time, and easily gathered her up in his arms.
"It was the quickest way to end the fight," she said ironically, clutching at his armor as he carried her. "I can walk."
"I know."
"So let me walk."
"No."
"Why not?" she inquired, and smiled as she realized he was heading towards an abandoned hunter's outpost.
"Because, if I carry you, I get to have my way with you that much faster," he murmured, nuzzling her throat.
"Well then, be my guest."
