Anya stood at the galaxy map, looking over the coordinates for the derelict reaper that had the IFF they needed. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, thankful to be back out of her armor. She scratched her head a bit as she recalled Miranda's random grin as she had followed behind to the armory after her and Thane had returned to the ship. She recalled turning to see what Miranda was smirking at, but had turned just as the doors slid shut, not seeing what Miranda had. Anya had inquired as to what Miranda was smirking at, but the female had simply smiled wider and shook her head, sauntering off to speak with Jacob while Anya shook her head and placed her armor back in its storage locker.

"Joker. Set a course for these coordinates. I'm forwarding them up to the bridge for you."

"Aye-aye, Commander." Joker replied over the comm.

"Thanks Joker. Edi, whats our arrival time?"

"Estimated arrival time is one hour, Shepard." Edi's disembodied voice rang out softly.

"Alright. Let Garrus and Grunt know to be ready. They are coming along for this one."

"As you wish, Shepard." Edi replied before the overhead comm chirped off. Anya sat for a moment, then decided to head down to the engineering to chat with Tali. As she stepped off the elevator and rounded the corner to engineering, she spotted Tali fidgeting with her suit and grumbling. When she spied Anya, she turned, seeming flustered.

"Oh, Shepard! What can I do for you?" Anya smiled at her. She could just barely make out a few features of her face behind the mask Tali wore, but Anya could see she had a soft smile on her face.

"Just came to check up on you, see if you had a bit of time to talk." Tali looked at her omni-tool, hitting a few buttons. "Sure! Let me just….oooh, come on you little...Bosh'tet!" Anya smirked a bit and raised a brow. "Oh, sorry. I have a small of a fever, and I'm taking it out on the poor drive core." Tali held up her hands for a moment as a worried look passed over Anya's face. "Don't worry. Its nothing serious. I just got sloppy while doing some suit repairs.

"You're sick? Do you need help, or time to rest?" Tali shook her head.

"Really, its not that bad. If a stray bit of bacteria could really kill us, we'd have all died by now. The fever should go away in a day or two. Don't worry, it wont affect my performance on the mission." A smile colored her voice. "Its not even an illness, really. What we experience is actually an acute allergic reaction." Anya cocked a brow in confusion.

"How does the sickness work exactly. You said its an allergic reaction?" Tali nodded, her hands gesturing a bit as she responded to the question.

"Right. Say I get exposed to a human disease, like...what did Navigator Presley have that one time? Chicken pox? I wouldn't get chicken pox, but I'd run a fever as my system reacted to the foreign presence. Depending on where it hits me, I could get other symptoms like nausea, vomiting, everything you'd expect from being sick."

"How did you get sick?"

"I took some fire back when you helped me on the Alarai, nothing serious. I needed to open my suit to check the wound. I disinfected properly, but one of the section seals had taken damage, and foreign matter had gotten out of the disinfected zone. It was a stupid mistake. You always check your seals before doing local treatment. Unless you forget, then you get a damn fever." Tali shrugged as Anya nodded.

"I see. Well I hope you feel better soon Tali. I don't know that I could live inside a suit my whole life. Just wearing my armor for a few hours is bad enough." Tali shuffled her feet a bit, adjusting her stance.

"We are in our suits even among family. The most intimate thing we can do with another quarian is link our suit environments. We get sick at first, and then we adapt. Its our most important gesture of trust, of acceptance. I haven't trusted anyone enough for that though. Except, well, no quarians. Um….you know what I mean." Anya smirked as Tali sounded a bit embarrassed.

"I appreciate the thought, Tali. And I feel the same way, but you don't have to prove anything to me." She offered a soft smile to her friend.

"I know. Never the less, I'd be honored to link suits with you, Shepard. You know….if you were a quarian and we weren't already on a suicide mission" Anya made out the faint hint of a blush on her quarian friends face, a wide smile breaking out over her own features.

"Thanks, Tali, that means a lot."

"Of course, Shepard. So what brings you down here? I'm sure you didn't come down just to listen to me complain about being sick." Tali beckoned for Anya to follow her to the room the drive core was in, leaning her hip against the railing. The gentle hum of the core was relaxing, and as Anya also leaned against the railing, she felt her eyes drift up to the only lit window overlooking the core, the life support room. A blush flushed her cheeks as she quickly looked back at Tali. A chuckle emanated from her friend and the faint outline of a smile quirked behind her mask.

"Don't suppose this has anything to do with a certain good looking green alien aboard the ship, does it, Shepard?" Tali chuckled again, teasing her a bit. Anya blushed deeper and shook her head at Tali with a smirk.

"That obvious, huh?" Tali shifted her weight a bit and nodded, a smile coloring her voice.

"Everyone knows, Shepard. We all see the way you look at him. We see the way he looks at you when you aren't paying attention." Anya wasn't sure she was capable of blushing any deeper, but as her skin heated to an all new level, she buried her face in her hands with an embarrassed giggle. "So...does he know how you feel about him? Its rather obvious its not just some simple crush, Shepard." Tali stared at her as she raised her face from her hands. She smirked briefly, happy to have some normal girl talk. She shrugged a bit.

"I suspect he does. Things got...heated...a few times. But...I don't know. I just can't explain it, you know? Its like I can sense when hes near, I can tell how hes feeling. It's so bizarre. I like it, I'm not complaining. It's just different. And well, its different than what I'm used to. When I was with Kaiden, it was nothing like this. With Thane, it's like, we are bonded somehow. Even now I can feel him. And the closer we are to one another, the more I can sense him. Its like a sixth sense, if you know what I mean," She rambled, pausing to inhale deeply, letting it out slow. "I sound like a raving lunatic, don't I?" She flushed again as she buried her face back in her hands. Tali chuckled and jarred her gently with an elbow.

"Hehe, no, Shepard. You don't sound like a madwoman. You sound like a woman falling in love." She giggled as Anya groaned into her hands with embarrassment. "Enjoy it. I'm sure he too feels the same. He just hasn't said anything yet. Give it time, Shepard."

"With this damn mission, I don't know if we have that time." Anya mused a bit. Tali shook her head, laying a hand softly on her shoulder.

"Then make time." Anya could see the faint outline of a smile through Tali's face mask, and she nodded, smiling gratefully. They wandered back towards Tali's workstation.

"You're welcome, Shepard. Well, I'm going to tinker some more. Talk to you later?" She turned back to her station after Anya smiled and nodded, looking over at Gabby and Ken chattering amongst themselves while waving hello to her. She shook her head and blushed in embarrassment as she left engineering, hearing Ken chuckle as she left.

"See, Gabby. I told you the Commander and Thane were doin' the dirrrty."

"Kenneth! That's none of your business!" She heard Gabby reply as the doors slid shut. She groaned, planting her face into her palm and shaking her head. Her skin was hot, and she could tell she was blushing hard again. Oh..my...god. How embarrassing she thought as she stepped into the elevator. She checked her time, noticing she still had at least an hour or so before they made it to the reaper ship. She decided shed check on Thane again. Their mission to save his son from a life of crime had only been a couple hours ago, but she knew it had rattled him, and perhaps he could use someone to talk to. She hit the button and tapped her foot as she waited for the elevator to stop. As she disembarked the elevator and stepped into his room, as usual she found him at his desk.

"Hey, Thane. You feel up to chatting?" She smiled at him softly as she stepped beside him so he could see her.

"Very well, Shepard. I am...I had been recording a message for Kolyat." She nodded as she took a seat across from him.

"I know it hasn't been long since we left him on the Citadel, but how are things going with him?"

"It is difficult. All things worth keeping are." He smiled strangely at her, and she squirmed in her seat a bit, feeling suddenly shy. She was thankful when she didn't feel her skin heat up in a deep blush for once. His face shifted to an apologetic expression as he continued. "I never explained...I suppose the story of my wife's death took you by surprise." Anya shift uncomfortably now, biting the inside of her cheek and nodding softly. She knew this talk was coming, and she readied herself to listen to what he had to say, keeping her expression neutral.

"I figured you'd explain to me when you were ready." He smiled, nodding to her. He seemed to radiate relief.

"I appreciate your patience." He stood, coming to a stand behind his chair before pacing back and forth behind it. "I kept my work clear of our home life. I assumed that would be enough to protect Irikah. That memory I mentioned before...Laser dot trembles on the target's skull. The smell of spice on the spring wind. Sunset eyes defiant in the scope. That was Irikah. That was how I met her. She saw my targeting laser as she walked by and threw herself in the way." As she watched him sit again, Anya leaned forward on the table, curious.

"So how did his go from blocking your shot to having your children." He smiled fondly as he recalled the memory, and Anya bit the inside of her cheek again at a pang of jealousy. She quickly chastised herself for it, knowing there was no need to be jealous.

"I had to meet her. The memory possessed and endowed me. I fell on my knees before her. Begged her pardon. She introduced me to the world beyond my work. Eventually she forgave me. Later, she loved me." He explained. Anya thought over his words for a second, nodding slightly.

"I guess she impressed you."

"She woke me up. Her body trembles. Not fear. Indignation. Her mouth moves. 'How dare you?' You and I trained to sacrifice ourselves to save others. How often does a civilian step in the way of a bullet to protect someone they've never met? I thought she was the goddess Arashu. She met my eyes through the scope, and my purpose faltered." Anya smiled softly now, understanding where Thane came from. She supposed if she had witnessed that, she would have been impressed also.

"When you talked to Kolyat, you said she died." Thane nodded, hanging his head for a moment before returning his sorrow filled eyes back to hers.

"I let myself become complacent. I thought Irikah and Kolyat were safe. I stayed away too long, and my enemies came for her."

"Who came for her?" She asked softly.

"Batarians. A slaver ring that was preying on hanar outer colonies. I'd killed their leaders. They paid the Shadow Broker to find out who I was. But they were afraid of me, so they went after her." Anger flashed over his features as he spoke.

"You told Kolyat you hunted her killers down."

"Irikah woke me up. When she passed, I returned to my battle sleep. My body hunted her killers. Murdered them. I was taught to grant death quickly, cleanly. To minimize suffering. Them...I let them linger." Anya was surprised at her own response as she first thought, then spoke the words. Thane seemed unphased by them.

"I don't blame you. They killed innocents to get to you." He nodded a bit.

"For you and me, death is business. For people like them, it is sport." He shook his head and sat back. A disgusted look on his face. He sighed, then looked past Anya, out the window into the drive core. "I haven't spoken of my wife in...I don't think I ever have. I didn't have anyone left to tell it to." He sighed again as he returned his gaze to Anya. She smiled softly, remembering Tali's words about 'making time'. She bit her lip a bit, then responded before she could chicken out of what she really wanted to say.

"Maybe I haven't been as up front as I should be. I'm here for you, Thane. Whatever you need." He smiled knowingly at her, his expression soft.

"You are very kind." He paused for a brief moment, appearing to be deep in thought before leaning against the table, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you for listening, siha." Anya blinked, confused as she quirked a brow at Thane. She smiled, a bit embarrassed.

"I think my translator just glitched. What did you call me?"

" 'Siha'. Someday I'll tell you what it means." He smirked coyly, a playful, wicked glint in his eye. As she opened her mouth to respond, the overhead comm chirped, jokers voice interrupting their conversation."

"Hey, Commander. Just giving you a heads up that we have arrived." Anya drummed her finger tips on the table as the comm chirped again, shaking her head. She smiled at Thane as she did, a playful look in her eye.

"He sure has a bad habit of interrupting us, doesn't he." Thane chuckled, picking her hand up and placing the backs of her knuckles gently to his lips. She bit her lip with a blush, and he let out a low, barely audible, throaty groan.

"Go, Siha. We can talk more once you have returned. I hear Garrus and Grunt talking at the elevator, waiting for you." She quirked a brow at the strange word he called her again, suppressing the delicious shiver that was trying to work its way down her body. She needed to focus on the mission, not be distracted by Thanes devilish charms.

"I'll hold you to it, Thane." He nodded. As she left the room, she spotted Garrus and Grunt by the elevator, just as Thane said. As they looked at her, Garrus nudged Grunt and made kissing sounds, winking at Anya. Grunt chuckled and grinned. As the door to Thane's room slid shut behind her, she heard his amused chuckle drift over his shoulder. Anya planted her face in her hand again, embarrassed yet again by one of her friends. As she shook off the blush and stepped forward into the elevator along side Garrus and Grunt, she gave both of them a firm smack in the chest plates of their armor, enticing a cackle out of both of them.

"Weak, Shepard. Just weak." Grunt chided good naturedly, nudging her with his elbow. Anya smirked and cast them both a playful, sidelong glance.

"Not another word or I fire both of you out the air lock." She was granted with another round of laughter as they reached exited the elevator and got on the shuttle.

I'm never going to hear the end of this She mused with a grin.

( - - - )

Thane craned his head around to glance back at his door as he heard a shuffle of commotion outside near the elevator, seeming to head to the direction of the med bay. Suddenly worried, he jumped to his feet, exiting the arid room to the cool open air of the crew deck. He strode quickly to the med bay, his eyes searching for Anya as he stepped through the door. Dr Chakwas looked up at him with surprise.

"Ahh, Thane. You gave me a bit of a startle. Is everything alright? Do you feel well?" She looked at him with concern as she straightened her short, grayed tresses. Relieved to not see Anya not laid up in a bed, he nodded.

"My apologies Dr Chakwas. I am fine, thank you for your concern." He sought Anya out through their bond, sensing that she was on the ship somewhere. They'd been gone for a good few hours. He cocked his brow in curiosity, again wondering about the commotion he heard a bit ago. "I thought I heard some sort of commotion from some of the crew, heading your way, doctor. Is everything here alright?"

"Please, Thane, Karin is fine. You don't have to be so formal." She smiled at him kindly, then cast a glance at the AI core, just past the last of the med bays sick beds. "Yes, things here are fine. Commander Shepard ran across a Geth while they were out on mission. She ordered the crew to bring it back here and lock it up in Edi's AI core. Its disabled at the moment, but its still on lock down for security measures." An active geth? What is Anya thinking? She must have good reason for bringing an active geth aboard, disabled or not, Thane mused.

"I see." He said simply. Karin then waved him over, patting a stool she slid out for him.

"Well, since you're here, let me check up on you." He shook his head at the kind doctor, holding his hands out in front of him.

"There is no need Dr Chakwas. I am fine." She shifted her weight to one foot as she leaned back on it, crossing her arms over her torso and giving him a stern, motherly look.

"Thane, sit down here and let me examine you. Let an old woman alleviate her worry for herself." She chastised. Caving in rather than argue with her, Thane took a seat on her stool and allowed the doctor to check his breathing and other vitals. She gave a satisfied 'hmph' as she set her stethoscope back down on her desk. "Very good. Your vitals are strong, and you don't seem to have much, if any, change in your lungs yet. That is very good. Just keep up with the regiment you were given." Karin patted him on the arm softly as he stood. He smiled gratefully and nodded. Just as he turned to leave, he took notice o f Anya getting closer. His eyes shifted to the door moments before she walked in. As her eyes locked on his, a worried expression crossed her face. He gave her a reassuring smile and nodded his head at her questioning expression. Her face instantly relaxed as she took a few steps toward him and the doctor.

"It's been locked up in the AI core as you instructed, Commander. The one who carried him in is still in there, standing guard." Karen spoke up, gesturing towards the core. Thane gave Anya a questioning stare.

"It spoke, Thane. Helped us out on the reaper ship. Its also wearing a piece of my armor. I want to turn it on. Ask it some questions." She offered. He went wide eyed and shook his head.

"Shepard, that is not a wise idea. It is a geth. Its too dangerous. You should shoot it out the airlock." She chuckled as she shook her head.

"Jacob said the same thing. He wants me to space it. Miranda just wants me to hand it over to Cerberus. I'm going to interrogate it. If your worried, come with me. You can watch my back." He stared down at her as she smiled softly up at him, trying to alleviate his worry. After a moment, he nodded. Bidding her to wait one moment, he returned to his room, grabbing a pistol. He wasn't going in unarmed against a geth. When he returned to the med bay, he nodded to Anya and followed her in to the AI core. Outwardly he was calm, but inside, his gut wrenched as he watched her input the code to turn the geth back on, as well as enabling a containment field between her and the machine. He stood by the door, angled in just the right way that if he needed to fire, he would miss Anya and disable the geth with a single shot. As the machine flickered on and slowly stood, Thane tensed, ready to act.

"Can you understand me?" Anya asked the machine.

"Yes" Thanes jaw went slack for the briefest of moments as the geth actually responded to her in clear English.

"Are you going to attack me?"

"No."

"You said my name aboard the Reaper. Have we met?"

"We know of you." Another simple answer, its robotic voice speaking clearly.

"You mean I've fought a lot of geth" Anya chimed in. He could hear the irritation in her voice.

"We have never met."

"No, you and I haven't. But I've met other geth." She started to pace a bit in front of the barrier. The geth mimicked her every move, much to Thane's irritation.

"We are all geth, and we have not met you. You are Shepard. Commander. Alliance. Human. Fought Heretics. Killed by Collectors. Rediscovered on the Old Machine." Anya's current angle allowed Thane to catch when she arched a brow quizzically at the geth.

"You seem to know an awful lot about me," She sneered.

"Extranet data sources. Unsecured broadcasts. All organic data sent out is received. We watch you."It was Thane's turn to cock a brow questioningly.

"You watch me, or you watch organics?"

"Yes." Thane suppressed an annoyed sigh as the geth answered with another one worded response.

"Which?" Anya's tone seemed to mirror his irritation.

"Both." Anya stared at the geth for a moment before responding, her words cold.

"I fight geth. You do anything hostile, I blow you to pieces. Just so we are clear." The geth seemed to stare at her for a brief moment before its lighted 'eye' passed over both Thane and the guards still standing in the room with them, then return to focus on Anya.

"We have no hostility towards you."

"Sure didn't seem that way on Eden Prime and the Citadel."

"You fought heretics. Not true geth. Geth build our own future. The heretics asked the Old Machines to give them the future. They are no longer part of us. We were studying the Old Machine's hardware to protect our future." Anya seemed surprised, as was Thane.

"What future are the geth building?"

"Ours."

"Will anyone else be affected by whatever it is that you are doing?"

"If they involve themselves, they will be," the geth answered simply.

"Are the reapers a threat to you too?" Anya asked curiously. Thane found he was rather curious himself as the machine responded.

"Yes."

"Why would they attack other machines?"

"We are different from them. Outside their plans."

"So you aren't allied with the reapers?" Anya took a step forward, the geth mimicking her motion again. Thane flexed his fingers on his gun.

"We oppose the heretics. We oppose the Old Machines. Shepard Commander opposes the Old Machines. Shepard Commander opposes the heretics. Cooperation furthers mutual goals." The mechanical pieces of metal surrounding the geth's optical device shifted and stirred as it spoke.

"Are you asking to join us?" Anya tone with the machine was one of minor disbelief and shock.

"Yes." Thane tensed once more as Anya lifted her arm, activating her omni-tool and disabling the containment barrier. He cleared his throat, and Anya turned her head to look back at him. She shook her head. Her expression registered to him as asking for him to trust her. He wasn't happy with the idea, but he, leaned back against the wall, holstering his pistol. He stood with his arms crossed for a few more minutes as Anya resumed her inquiries of the machine before her.

"So what should I call you?" She asked as the field fell. When the geth made no movement other than its mechanical bits normal shifting, Thane relaxed a bit. He felt confident in Anya's ability to take care of herself, but he still worried over her. He smiled inwardly at her brazen fearlessness.

"Geth" He heard the machine respond, returning his watchful eye to it.

"I mean you. Specifically." It mimicked Anya's every move again.

"We are all geth." Anya sighed, and he watched as she shifted her weight back on one foot and crossing her arms in annoyance.

"What is the individual in front of me called?"

"There is no individual. We are geth. There are currently 1,183 programs active within this platform" Thane and Anya noticed as Edi's chess piece shaped apparition flickered into sight next to the geth unit and Anya.

"My name is Legion, for we are many," she quoted.

"That seems appropriate." Anya said thoughtfully.

" Christian bible, the Gospel of Mark. Chapter five, verse nine. We acknowledge this as an appropriate metaphor. We are Legion, a terminal of the geth. We will integrate into Normandy." Thane watched as Anya extended a hand, Legion doing the same, and them both shaking hands awkwardly. Satisfied that she was in no immediate danger as she continued to speak with the geth about some virus, Thane left the AI core and returned to his room, nodding to Anya as she glanced over her shoulder at him briefly. Back in his room, he unholstered his pistol and returned it to is spot on the shelf, then took a seat at his table and sipped his cooling tea.

He sat in meditation for a long while before he heard his door chime and felt Anya nearby. He smiled as she came to stand next to his table as she always did, waiting for his approval to join him. Her demeanor was totally different now than when he had left her in the AI core. She seemed to radiate sensuality, the look in her eye sultry and focused on just him.

"Thanks for watching out for me, Thane. Sorry it took so long. You have some free time to talk?" He nodded and watched as she took a seat.

"Of course, Shepard. Join me." She settled into her seat and looked at him, a shy smile creeping onto her face as she blushed softly. She bit her lip, and Thane exhaled slowly.

"I've been thinking about you."She confessed, her blush deepening. Her blue eyes seemed to dance in the pale light of the room, and Thane smiled as he stared into them.

"And I you" He also stated. She rewarded him with a brilliant smile. "Will you hear my confession, Siha?" She smirked a bit.

"Last time we talked like this, you said you'd explain what 'Siha' means" Thane chuckled.

"I need to explain myself to you first. When I married Irikah, the hanar let me leave their service to raise a family. But I had no other skills, so I freelanced. When Irikah was killed, I pursued those responsible. Once I'd eliminated them, I had no goal. I accepted the Dantius commission because I didn't know what else to do.

" I guess its a good thing we came along when we did then." Anya offered in response. He nodded a bit in response to her.

"It was an intervention by the gods. I would have died in that penthouse. I would have fulfilled my contract. If Nassanna's guards caught me afterwards…it would have been a good death. But someone else was pushing to reach the target. Forcing me to move faster. Challenging me. I had to reach her first." A look of sadness washed over Anya's face, and he resisted the urge to cradle her cheek in his hand, to wipe away her sadness and replace it with a one of the smiles he found so beautiful.

"I had no idea you'd planned to die in there." Her voice was soft, her brow furrowed in concern as she waited for him to answer.

"It wasn't a plan. My body had accepted its death. My mind had been dead a long time." He leaned forward, offering her a soft smile. "But then I met another Siha. Few are privileged to meet even one." She shook her head with an amused smirk.

"You still haven't told me what a Siha is," she reminded him, playfully chastising him. He gave her a knowing grin as he leaned back in his chair.

"One of the warrior angels of the goddess Arashu. Fierce in wrath. A tenacious protector." Anya blushed one of the deepest shades he'd ever witnessed, and his grin widened for a moment before his expression turned serious yet hopeful "I confess, I've...come to care for you, Anya. Perhaps I'm being foolish. We are both very different." He held his breath as he finally admitted his feelings for her, eyes searching her face as look that mirrored his feelings settled on her delicate features.

"I don't that we've known each other long enough to call it love, but feel something for you too, Thane. Something more than friendship." She smiled at him with fond admiration, sliding her hands across the table at the same time he did to rest her hands in his palms. He ran a thumb over the soft skin, relishing in her touch.

"I've never felt affection for another species. I'm...not sure what to do now." Anya chuckled at him softly.

"We'll just have to figure it out." He nodded, losing himself in the ocean that lay in her eyes.

" I look forward to the memories." He smiled, thinking for a short bit as he studied her face. "Siha, I feel I must speak about something else with you. Will you hear another confession?"

"Of course, Thane." She trailed her fingers back and forth across his palms slowly. He gave a small, appreciative 'mmm' in response to her gentle touch. He exhaled softly, thinking about the best way to phrase what he was about to say next.

"I can feel you, whenever you are nearby. I can sense you before I see you." He paused as recognition passed over her face. So she does feel it too, he thought. As he went to speak again, she too spoke at the same time.

"Like a sixth sense" The chimed in together. Anya blinked in surprise.

"That was weird," she giggled. He chuckled and nodded.

"So you feel it too. The truth is, Siha, only couples who are bonded feel such a connection. I believe we are bonded." He watched as her brow arched in curiosity.

"Bonded?" She asked simply.

"Indeed. Humans sometimes believe in what is called a Soul Mate, yes? For drell, that is what we call bonded. I...I have felt this way ever since we met, Siha." He held his breath again as he watched Anya lower her gaze, staring at the table in deep thought. This was the startling realization he had, and he only could hope that his confession so soon would not deter her feelings for him. When she lifted her eyes to stare into his, all he could sense was affection and acceptance.

"Bonded huh? Well, I guess we will see. I don't believe I've seen any bonding between us yet." She smiled at him, a sensual look passing over her expression as she winked. As realization of what her statement actually meant hit him, he was on his feet within moments, drawing her up with him. He greedily stole a kiss from her, stifling a surprised squeal of delight from her. His hands roamed her sides as she draped her arms over his shoulders. Lifting her gently, he carried her to his bed and laid her down. He knelt over her body, one knee between her thighs as she reached up to caress both sides of his face. Her fingers sought out the sensitive red frills, and his eyes slid shut with a pleased groan. Leaning down to claim another kiss from her mouth, he murmured softly against her lips.

"Mmmm. How I have missed your touch, your lips, your kiss. I wonder, Siha, will we be interrupted again?" She groaned against his lips and pouted, making a disgruntled noise that he soon quieted by spilling kisses just below her ear. He smiled when she purred in delight and a quiver worked its way down her body. He ground his thigh softly between her legs at her sensitive core, coaxing a soft moan from Anya's full lips.

"Unfortunately, yes. Legion asked for assistance at a geth hub. He says we can destroy the geth who are loyal to the reapers. We should be there soon." She gasped as he rubbed his thigh against her again, and he grinned. Nipping at her neck softly, he did it again, coaxing yet another moan from her sweet lips. He had a lingering thought as he spilled kisses across her jaw as she seemed to start acting intoxicated, as she always did whenever he seemed to kiss her. He wondered if perhaps one or both of them should speak to the doctor or Mordin for advice about their unusual pairing. Their last encounter seemed to be the most intense in terms of her body's reaction to him. He remembered a sensation of overly heightened euphoria emanating from her after she had drug her tongue over his skin. The memory of that particular touch caused his member to stiffen in rapid response.

Sensing his arousal, she shifted her body to arch her hips into his, grinding softly against his groin. He almost lost himself in the sensation as he groaned with pleasure, her fingers enhancing his arousal as they trailed over his fringes and frills. In his musings, he caught on too late as she repeated that same action of dragging her tongue over the now hyper sensitive skin at the base of his throat, tracing a series of frills in a slow, tantalizing manor. He shuddered and pulled his head back from her as she gasped, squirming with what seemed to be pleasure. A haze covered Anya's eyes and she smiled seductively, crooking her finger before her face with a 'come hither' look at him. It reminded him of people who were on hallucinogens, and he wondered if he had a drug like effect on her. The thought slipped his mind as she leaned up, trailing her tongue over his lower lip slowly before sucking his lip into her mouth and sucking on it softly. Thane shuddered, pressing himself fully into her body and grinding his hips against hers.

He pushed his tongue past her teeth, tasting and exploring the contours of Anya's mouth as she whimpered with desire into his kiss. He groaned in response as she matched his grinding rhythmically. He longed to take her then and there, wishing to fully claim her as his own. But through the lusty haze he knew they had not the time for it. Forcing himself to pull away from her lips, he smiled down at her. She gazed up at him, a lust drunk expression on her face as she returned his smile with a brilliant one of her own. Kissing her forehead softly, he slid beside her, drawing her head onto his chest and cradling her softly. Ignoring his pulsating arousal, he pressed a finger to her lips at her discontented groans.

"You will be needed soon, Siha. I want to as much as you, but we haven't the time. In due time, I promise." When she nodded and smiled, accepting his words as truth, he too smiled, focusing on an earlier thought before she distracted him so deftly. "Perhaps it would be wise for one of us to speak with the doctor or the professor. They may have advice about cross species relations that we would need to know." Anya sounded like she was still in a haze as she responded with a slight slur to her words, her hand tracing small circles around the open area of clothing on his chest.

"You're probably right. I always feel so buzzed when I'm with you. Such wonderful sights. But I don't want to go now. Can I just lay here, with you? Just for a little while?" She purred up at him. He smiled, placing another gentle kiss upon her forehead as her eyes slid shut.

"Of course, Siha. You can lay here as long as you like." He smiled again as she wiggled close, shifting her head to rest on his arm. Soon she drifted asleep, her breath coming in soft puffs against his neck. Feeling himself drifting into what would soon be the best sleep he had in what seemed years, he brushed her soft, black hair from her brow, taking one last look at her peaceful face before sleep claimed him. Vivid dreams filled his head as he slept, fully at peace.