I do not own Mass Effect or any of the associated contact. Jagher Shepard is my Shepard and Fayelle Shepard is my friend's Shepard. This is a collection of moments set throughout the games. They're rated for language and violence mostly.
Mass Effect: Moments.
A Moment of Humanity.
Ilos, Saren, Soverign, the geth, the fight for the universe... it was all so far from her mind as she lay there, safe and warm in Kaidan's arms. Her long dark brown hair was hanging around her naked shoulders, sticking to her skin and Kaidan's chest, her eyes were closed and she was smiling. The final battle was in sight and she couldn't stop smiling, couldn't help feeling happy and human and whole. When he'd entered her quarters and agreed to stay with her, something inside had fallen into place, clicked. When she'd kissed him and he'd taken her in his arms, she'd felt wonderful and warm and perfect. Jagher had known something was building between them, but she had never really thought something would happen. He was her subordinate officer and their relationship was against Alliance regulations.
But was good was being a spectre if you couldn't use your power for good?
Jagher knew her and Kaidan wouldn't let their relationship get in the way of their jobs, not in any detrimental way, anyway. She knew Anderson suspected something since their last visit to the Citadel, before he'd helped them escape, but he would never make a move to stop them. If Jagher and Kaidan both survived the looming battle, she didn't think anyone would stand in their way.
But lying there in Kaidan's arms, Jagher found it hard to care about what anything else was going to think.
She turned her head to look at the man responsible for her current detached and languid state, putting her chin on his chest and drinking in the smile he was giving her: a purely male expression, warm, slightly possessive, and filled with the knowledge that he was responsible for the state of the woman in his arms. The fingers of one hand danced lightly along her spine and she wrapped one leg around his, their bodies reacting to each other. Jagher shifted up, the blanket falling lower on her back, and propped herself up with one arm, elbow digging into the mattress and fingers sliding into her hair. A small sigh escaped her lips and she turned her bright green eyes to Kaidan once more.
"We're going to survive this," she said.
Kaidan shifted a bit, so he was more reclined against the pillows than lying down. "Is that a statement or a question?"
She rolled her eyes and poked Kaidan in the chest playfully. He grinned at her and she leaned in close, until their noses were just touching. The air between them turned serious. "We have to survive, Kaidan."
He slid the fingers of one hand into her hair and, keeping eye contact, pulled her closer until their lips brushed. Kaidan kissed her as if he'd eat her from the mouth down, arms sliding around her waist and hands roaming lower. Jagher returned the kiss, hands sliding down his chest. When they came up for air a moment later, with their limbs once again entangled and skin freshly flushed, Kaidan gently moved her head so they were looking each other in the eye. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips and brushed her hair back from her face, exposing her beautiful green eyes.
"We will survive, Jag," he whispered.
She put her hands on either side of his face and let all her emotions flood into her eyes. "I want this to continue; I want to see where this goes. Kaidan, this can't be the end of this..."
He kissed her again, more gentle and tender this time. "This isn't the end; it won't be."
Jagher collapsed against her lover, arms pressed to either side of him and cheek pressed to his chest. "Why did we wait this long?" she asked.
Kaidan smiled against the top of her head and stroked her hair. "Rules?"
She chuckled and reached one hand out to entwine her fingers with his. He squeezed her hand before bringing to his lips and placing a kiss on the back of it. "We need more time..."
"We'll have time."
Jagher sighed heavily. She had this sinking feeling that they wouldn't have time. This thing with Saren and Soverign couldn't be the end of it; it had the distinctive feeling of the beginning of something and something big. The Reaper was controlling Saren. There were more Reapers. They wanted the Citadel. There was no way this was the end.
But there was no reason to dwell on that now. Best to enjoy the time they had.
She crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth, straddling his hips, hands roaming freely.
Author's Note.
No Author's Note again. These are for first-time thoughts and I've rewriting these. Thus, I have no thoughts.
Next Moment: A Moment to Breathe.
