Note: So, this is pretty much just a filler chapter, so not much going on. I just needed Tali to get back and tie up some loose ends from last chapter, so I filled most of this with random fluff. :)
Tali had just arrived to Shepard and her estate, slowly creaking the door open and peaking inside for him. She didn't see him. All of the lights were turned off, and it was dark out, so most likely he was sleeping already. No doubt he would be confused as to why it took her so long to get back. The answer to that, was that she had to answer questions for the police, and make sure her new-found friends were okay.
She was thankful that when the quarian man hit her, it didn't leave a visible mark, regardless of the strength of the hit. This way, she could explain it to Shepard, without him freaking out. She didn't see anyone inside, and nothing else moving, it was quiet. She tip-toed inside, gently locking the door with it's frame. She then quickly kicked off her shoes, and let them rest by the door. Walking up the stairs, she nearly tripped and clumsily caught herself on the rail, gripping it tight with both hands. Her stumble didn't make a loud sound, but it scared her, making her curse the oddly shaped step under her breath.
She pierced the stair step with her eyes, as if it was living and could feel the intimidation her eyes radiated. We'll probably have to get you fixed sometime... bosh'tet. Nobody, or nothing trips me. She thought, making her way to the upper-most floor of her home.
Her gray feet pattered quietly and slowly to the bedroom she shared with Shepard, pushing lightly on the door to swing it open. Shepard was laid on the bed, face down and covering part of her side. She giggled at his look. His mouth slightly open and breathing lightly, with his arms and legs bent in an awkward position.
She began unclothing herself, quickly unbuttoning her shirt to get into bed with her beloved sleeping husband. Slipping the top off, she moved to unzip her pants, and slide the tight fitting piece off of her, kicking it to the side of her dresser. In her lightest layer of clothing, she slipped into bed with him, gently pushing him off of her side, and laughing quietly. She was glad to be back with him now, hoping there would be no more events like what occurred a few hours ago. She pulled the covers over herself, making sure to cover him as well. Smiling to herself again, a hidden smile in the dark, she looked at him. He stirred in his sleep a bit, clutching the covers unknowingly and drawing them closer to himself.
She moved her head to him, puckering her lips and pecking his face with a light kiss. Content with the ending of the night, she returned to her quiet place on the bed, pinching the sheet close to her body. She let her brain rest, and body turn off for the night, slowly drifting off to sleep.
She was awake for at least ten minutes now, after seven hours of sleep. With the morning sun shining into their window, the glare resting on the spot in front of their bed, it was time to wake up. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, staring down at Shepard's sleeping form, with her wrists holding her chin and elbows digging into her legs. She waited for any kind of movement from him, since waiting down stairs, or getting something to drink would have been boring without him, and she had the manners to let him get his sleep. She waited patiently and sitting still, her cheeks dimpled with her small, cute smile, hoping he'd awake soon.
He tossed in the bed, rolling around to face her, and noticing she was awake and sitting up. Batting his eyes open, he gave her a quick smirk. "Morning sleepy Shep." She greeted, popping her head up from her wrists and scooting closer to him.
Hello. He greeted, closing his eyes again.
"Come on!" She whined, slapping her hands against her legs in upset. "Get up already, you lazy bosh'tet." She jokingly insulted, waiting for him to respond. He responded within a seconds time, and completing his response in seconds. He shot his hands out to her, pulling her on top of him with her screaming in fright and jest. She wiggled in his arms, trying to break free, but not trying very hard. "Let go of me, you bosh'tet." She demanded, smiling at him as she spoke, not meaning a word of it. After a while, she gave in, letting him do whatever he would with her.
He rubbed his hands against her thighs, and examined her face. His eyebrows slanted in a sad manner, and his lips tightened as he looked at her. He raised a hand to the side of her face, rubbing the backs of his fingers against a faint bruise he saw on her. Tali realized what it was he was looking at, and was upset that a bruise had actually developed in the few hours she slept. Did I accidentally hit you when you were sleeping? He asked, probably about to throw himself out of their bedroom window if she answered yes.
"What! No, of course not." She quickly replied, easing part of his guilt. "It... It was from the store." She answered quietly, her face scrunching up awkwardly as she tried to explain in an easy way.
The store punched you in the face? He asked, shaking his head in an impatient anger.
"No. It was from a... a robbery attempt, or something. This quarian guy tried to rob the place... or something, and hit me, but Davos and Matthos saved my life." He ground his teeth against each other, his hands clenched together in two fists, and he motioned to get up. He tried to leave, but she pushed him back down under her weight with her hands. "He's dead, he can't hurt us anymore." She eyed him sternly, tipping her head to him, waiting for compliance.
He didn't hurt us... he hurt you. And, who's Davos and Matthos? He didn't strain, rather he waited until she'd allow him up.
"Remember that delivery guy?" He nodded slowly to her. "He's Davos, and his dad is Matthos." Shepard continued to nod slowly, putting the names to faces for the next time he met Davos.
I suppose, as long as you're alright, then there's no point in getting worked up about it. He was completely relaxed now, and went back to stroking her legs with his hands. He glided his hands up her waist, along the sides of her stomach, brushing the tips of his fingers across her breasts, and finally ending their journey to her face. He cupped her cheeks and gently brought her face to his, locking their lips in a wet, tongue-filled kiss. She arched her back as they kissed, and hummed into his mouth while they kissed, continuing to moan. She smiled, and broke their kiss off, pushing away from him for a second.
She giggled and looked down to his pelvis, just under her own. She giggled louder, until it was almost a hearty scream, and covered her mouth. He wasn't sure what she was laughing at, and looked hurt because of it. "You're FTL drive seems to be broken, and poking me..." She pointed to their parts. "Down there." She whispered, a mischievous smile on her lips.
I wouldn't call it broken... but... You're an engineer. Fix it. He quipped, mostly serious though.
"You can't command me, Mister. I'm an Admiral to the quarian fleet." She taunted him, sliding forward and back on top of him.
He grunted a bit, due to her action, and replied. It's more of an honorary title. He remarked, making her give him an irritable look.
"Shut up." She snarled at him, and accidentally gave a half smile, trying to hide her joking temperament. He apparently saw her joking smile as a sign he could start undressing her. He moved his hands to her black panties, trying to tug them off of her. She snatched his hands dead in their tracks, stopping him from continuing. "I didn't give you permission." Wagging her finger to him, she pushed his hands back down to his sides. He rolled his eyes and sighed a loud and depraved sound. "Get over it, you big baby."
What do I have to do to get you out of those skivvies? He asked, raising his eyebrows and scanning her smooth, black, lingerie.
"I got an idea." She said, the pitch of her voice intriguing and sly.
Oh? He asked, pursing his lips. What is it?
"Wrestle me for it." She giggled afterward, whether it was because she thought he wouldn't accept, or because she thought she could beat him was unknown.
Wrestle you for sex? I planned on wrestling you in this bed. He reasoned, patting his hands hard against the soft and plushy bed.
"Is the great, Commander Shepard, afraid of a little quarian with a tummy-ache?" She pouted her lips, and gave a large smile afterward, knowing she'd won him over with his sense of pride.
Fine. What do I get if I win? He asked, picking her up off of him, and scooting her to the edge of the bed with him. He stood up and stretched with her, pushing his arms far away from his body and twisting his torso around, before he got an answer.
"If I win, I get three sex-cards." She said, moving to her drawer and taking out some work-out clothing.
The hell's a sex-card? He asked, jerking his head back and smiling awkwardly.
"I made it up." She said after she read his short question from his lips. "It means I get to have sex with you any time, any place, and any way I want." She slipped a stretchy pair of black yoga pants on, sticking tight against her skin. Letting go of the elastic band around the waist, a slight snapping sound came from it, and she quickly found a top to slide on. A gray, white strapped camisole, pulling the straps to her shoulders and smiling at Shepard.
Hard to argue with that. He simply said, nodding his head to the door if she was ready. He didn't bother putting on a shirt, but did slide on a gray pair of pants.
"And if you win, then you get the sex-cards." She said, helping him out the door by eagerly pushing him through.
You seriously need another hobby, instead of coming up with sex games. Though I don't mind it. He jested out of her view, smiling to himself.
They were downstairs, and in their workout room, not much occupied the small room. It was filled with a treadmill, small weight set, and a mat where they would be doing the wrestling. "Eeip!" She squeaked a strange sound, tapping her feet to a corner of the mat and shaking with joy. "I've never got to fight you before, this'll be awesome!"
Shepard took his position on the other side of the mat, scratching at his nose and smiling at her. Don't worry, honey, I won't hurt you. He sarcastically reassured her, making her give a false nod of agreement.
"Oh, thanks, honey. The last thing I'd want is for you to hurt little old me." She taunted him, fanning herself off with her three-fingered hand, making fun of his joking sexism. "You ready, bosh'tet?" She asked him, knocking her head to the left and right, cracking it in a threatening way. She stretched her exposed arms, pulling them out to the left and right, popping the joints before they began fighting.
Of course. He gave a massive shrug, and casually walked the radius of the mat, while she took a more aggressive fighting stance, taking it seriously. You're so cute. He mocked her, continuing his laid-back walk around the mat, circling each other.
"You shouldn't underestimate me, Shepard." She played, giving a growl to him after she spoke.
Oh, very scary. Wrex would be shaking and crying like a baby. He continued his relentless barrage of jokes and insults, with every one his wife grew angrier and feistier. Scarier than a reaper, honey. You make Zaeed look like a ballerina.
She didn't give warning, but charged after him, kicking his feet out from under him. He landed with a thud on the ground, feeling a pain come back in his leg. Shit! Shit! Shit! Maybe this was a bad idea! No, you can't look weak, John. Toughen up. He almost wanted to cry for a reprieve, although the pain wasn't bad, what scared him was he couldn't directly ask her to stop if she got too rough with him. She fell to the floor with him, and quickly wrapped her legs around his neck, locking him in place, though he didn't struggle much, because he didn't want to hit her legs or bruise her. She started laughing, and continued struggling with him. He quickly tapped out, smacking his hand against the mat and slowly climbing to his full height.
"I win!" She screamed, shooting her hands in the air, and clapping with joy.
The pain in his leg was gone, so he didn't bother to bring it up, but instead he rubbed his now sore neck. Damn. Good job I guess. He stood alone and bitter, now trying to wander off into the other room, and maybe grab a drink.
She pulled him back, twisted him around by his muscled shoulder and arm. "I think now's a good time." She eyed his body hungrily, and looked up to him smiling, biting her lip at the same time.
For what? He asked, squinting his eyes oddly at her.
"A sex token." She stated, pulling her top off with a single action, and throwing it off to the corner of the room.
A sex card? He corrected her, smiling at her carelessness.
"Whatever." She rolled her head around, and then looked back to him. "We are in a weight room after all, so, it would make sense that we do an exercise that uses every muscle in our bodies." She pulled the ties of his pants loose, and stepped back from him.
I like the way you think, Zorah. I like the way you think. He nodded to her, watching her strip her clothes off.
"I still have two more after this one, so you be prepared." She warned him. She turned to the side after he nodded in agreement, showing him the curves of her body, from the arch of her back, to her rump, and down to her strangely bent legs. She peeled the tight-fitting pants off of her, lifting her legs, she pulled the pant legs from them, and discarded it far away. Still clothed in her black underwear, she cleared her throat and took a seat on a bench, looking up patiently at Shepard. "You're turn." She simply said, though her lips were covered with a vivacious smile. He looked abysmally annoyed at her, his shoulder's slacking as he felt bored with her short tease. "I won the game, I choose what we do, and how we do it." She reminded him, pointing to a spot in front of her. "Now, strip." She commanded him, readjusting her near-naked body on the workout bench.
Note: Thank you for reading, and I'm sorry this one is so short, I wanted it to be longer, but I didn't know what else to do. Hopefully a longer chapter and better content next time. Have a good rest of your day. :)