Note: So, there's some more fluff this chapter, though it's probably not the type of fluff you'd expect, and by that I mean the participants of the fluff probably aren't the ones you'd think. Of course there's still a little Tali Shepard fluff though.


"You awake, honey?" The man said, opening his bedroom door and seeing his wife's body uncovered and laying on his bed. She was laying with her head resting on several pillows, with a desk light on next to her, her feet crossed over each other, and in her hands a book that she read.

The room was dark, despite the single dim light that came from his wife's nightlight. Green curtains were blowing gently from the wind entering through the window, looking like a ghost fluttering by their square window. The room was cluttered, with a desk accompanied by a chair, two dressers, two end tables, their large bed, and a tall mirror occupying most of the space.

"Took you long enough." She responded, patting a spot on the bedside. "Long day?" She asked him, giving him a smile with her tight thin lips.

"Ah... a little." He unlatched a belt on his apparel of a white dress shirt and tan slacks, tossing it and a gun attached into a dresser drawer. "Someone claimed that some package wasn't theirs, so I had to run around town trying to find the right family it belonged to." Davos Seaworth smiled to his wife, and unzipped his pants to let them fall to the ground.

"Well, you're home now. Now, get into bed and rest." She demanded of him, patting his spot harder on the bed.

"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt and walking over to her.

He sat down and threw off his white dress shirt. Crawling under the covers and throwing them over his wife, he was ready to slumber, and repeat the process of delivering items for the Qwib Qwib town the next day. "Goodnight, Davos." She said to him, turning off her nightlight, and tossing her book onto the same desk.

"Goodnight Marya." He said in a hushed voice, turning away from her and hugging the warm covers close to his chest.

Davos' eyes slowly started to close, dragging down in a dreary state, he sighed and rubbed at the bags under his sleepy eyes. "You know what we haven't done in a while?" His wife's voice called to him, prompting him to turn and meet her with his eyes.

"I haven't slept in a while." He mumbled, tossing in the bed and facing her. "What are you doing?" He asked her, his eyes squinting at her in the dark, thinking he saw her hand stuffed in her desk drawer.

"Getting something." She chuckled, smirking at him, her lips pursing out as she smiled, making a duck-lip type smile.

Her hand surfaced from the drawer, a reflective and rubbery like object in her hands, wrapped in a square plastic. She tossed it over to him, landing by his hands.

"That." She responded.

He looked down at it, turning his head until he realized what the object was. "It's been a while since I've seen one of these bad-boys." He picked it up with his hand, holding it in between two of his fingers and rotating it in front of his eyes.

"Well..." She said impatiently, hiding her hands under the cover, beginning to undress herself. "Put it on. Or did you forget how to?" She mocked him, smiling the odd pursed lip look.

"It's like riding a bike. Except you're the bike." He said, ripping the condom's wrapper off, the couple shared a laugh.

"You're funny." She responded.

"Daddy!" They heard their youngest son's voice shriek out, bursting through their door and climbing onto their bed. His tiny arms tried to reach the top of the bed, mercilessly whacking them at the end of the bed.

"What is it Allen!" Davos' wife yelled, quickly pulling up her undergarments she had mostly off.

"I had a bad dream!" He screamed, his mother pulling him up onto their bed and putting him in between his parents.

Davos quickly threw away the condom, hiding it in his desk drawer. I love you Allen, but daddy really wanted to relieve some stress, and you messed it all up. Davos thought to himself, putting on a concerned face for his poor scared son.

"What happened in it?" She asked him, hugging him close and staring at her husband in a serious look, telling him to help comfort their son.

"There we-we-were a bu-bunch of ba-ba-ba-bad guys that tri-tried to hurt som-som-somebody and da-daddy!" He wailed, sobbing into his mother's pink t-shirt. "The-there we-were so ma-many of them!" He muttered some more words in a yell, though they were indescribable due to his frightened nature and quick rapid breaths.

"Your daddy's okay, see." She turned Allen to see his father, who smiled at his son.

"I'm okay buddy." He messed this kid's hair with a hand, and patted him on the shoulder. "Remember, your dad's a hero, no one can hurt him." He may have stretched the truth a bit, but his son liked it.

"Good!" He squealed, throwing his tiny arms around his father's shoulders, and squeezing tight. "Can I sleep here though, I'm still kinda scared?" He asked, looking to his mother for an answer instead of his father.

"Sure, get under the covers." She lifted their covers, her son snugging under them and falling quiet immediately.

He laid facing his dad, a brown furry teddy bear close to his face, cuddling it tight with his arms strangling it. Damn. It's been like... months since we've made love. Maybe I could get a friend to babysit the kids sometime, that'd give me and Marya some... alone time. Davos shut his eyes, and played out how a sexual interaction between him and his wife would play out once the kids were out of the picture. Oh, Marya... you dirty girl. He-he-he. His lips curved to a tiny smile, thinking about his wife, and wondering who would take the kids off their hands for a day or two.


Now it was morning, the curtains stopped fluttering in Davos' bedroom, and an orange light shown in through the hole.

He rolled to his side, to face his wife and son, but they weren't there. He blinked rapidly at where they should be, and even checked under the covers for them, but found no one.

A shrill and tired woman's voice yelled to him from another room. "Breakfast is ready!" Oh, breakfast. He hopped up from the bed, slipped on his work clothes to start the process of his day, and made for the spiral staircase.

He ran to the start of the stairs, looking down two levels of his three story house. Mmm... bacon. He smelt the steamy aroma coming from the bottom floor kitchen, crawling into his nose and filling it with the smell of his favorite food. Licking his lips, he lifted a foot to take a single step down the stairs.

"Yeah! Breakfast!" His youngest children came running at him from their bedrooms, giggling and drooling.

"Uh-oh." He muttered as his kids paraded by him, pushing him out of the way, nearly knocking him to the floor.

"Watch out, children." Matthos, Davos' father said to the kids, walking from his bedroom into his work room. Matthos didn't technically have a real job, he just puttered around in his work room, concocting medicines and other medical things. Matthos' leg had gotten worse, after taking a knife to the stomach, he cramped up a lot, so he now walked with a cane. Limping into his room with his shiny silver cane, he closed the door behind him, locking him inside his workplace.

"You snooze you lose, daddy!" The five year old yelled at him, waddling his tiny feet down the stairs. You heartless kid, first you take away sex from me, and now my bacon. Davos thought, as he pouted down the stairs, knowing he wouldn't get a full plate of their already scarce supplies.

"There you are, honey. You're late by-the-way." His wife said to him, placing plates of bacon and eggs on the large table for their seven kids.

His house may have been tall, but it was by no means expensive or rich in items. It was cluttered by cheap, large, and old furniture. Old pictures of the family clouded the walls, from when their oldest son at 22 was only two; Pictures of the family at vacation sites, from the Citadel to Earth; And even a picture of when his wife and him were only in their 20's and married, both of them looking younger and fitter than they were now.

"Yeah, I know. Just let me get a quick bite." He groaned, walking over to the table, as his littlest son looked up at him and pulled his father's chair close to himself. "I'm sitting there, Allen." He told his son, trying to pull the seat away.

"No, this is where Tim sits." he pulled the chair back with surprising strength for a five year old. No one occupied the seat, at least no one Davos could see.

"But... No, this is my chair and I'm sitting in it. You're imaginary friend can sit on the floor." Davos demanded, pulling the chair out of his son's grip.

His son began to tear up, his lip shaking and tears starting to drip from his face.

Davos' wife noticed and gave him a stern demanding look. "Davos." She grumbled to him.

"But..." She pointed a fork she held in her hands at the chair, telling him to give it up. "Fine." He pushed the chair back to Allen. "Here you go, Tim. I'm sorry if I upset you." He apologized to the air above the seat, pretending for his son that he could see him.

"Don't lie, daddy. I know you can't see him." His son talked through stuffing his face full of yellow smashed eggs and brown crispy bacon. Pfft... Tim. More like The Imaginary Man. Ha, I'm so good at acronyms.

"Here you go, honey." His wife handed him a small plate of the same food his kids ate, and pecked him on his brown-gray bearded face. "See you soon."

"Bye, everyone." He said, waving and taking his plate with him to his work place. His kids waved and mumbled their goodbyes to their dad, and went back to filling their stomachs.


Davos had been on the road for an hour or two now, having finished his food, and needing to deliver only one more package.

He stuffed his empty plate into his satchel, and looked at the address on the small package. Reading it in his head, he knew the recipients and smiled at it. "The Shepard's."


Shepard was laying on the couch, banning himself from his own bedroom until Tali calmed down about whatever it was that upset her.

His TV on, and flashing lights around the dark living room as he watched a quarian program. His head resting on an arm rest, as he looked at the TV, watching the quarian's version to a game show.

"Welcome back to Rannoch's Biggest Bosh'tet. If you're just joining us, Mamo'Nerol was just about to answer a question. Remember, if she gets this wrong, then she loses the game and gets declared Rannoch's biggest bosh'tet for the week." The quarian announcer spoke fast with a microphone most likely attached to his bright vibrant clothing, a huge cheesy smile on his face, not a very good actor. His hair jelled and spun upward into a goofy look. "Lets see how it goes." He said, pointing behind him to a set where three quarians stood, only one of them female, so she was probably Mamo'Nerol.

The game show set was themed in pinks and yellows, similar to the clothing the host wore. Bulbs of lights repeated flashing colors of white, circling in frequency around a board that said 'Rannoch's Biggest Bosh'tet'.

"Name five quarian ships still with the Admiralty, and part of the quarian fleet." A geth's synthesized voice asked the question, standing off screen somewhere.

"Um..." She started, twirling her long shaded pink hair with her fingers, gulping before she spoke again. "The Neema."

"That's one." The host said, smiling again. "Only four more."

"The Something?" She responded the worst and dumbest answer she could have, smiling scared and lifting her shoulder in a shrug. The least she could have done was try to make up a real ship, not say 'The Something.'

"I'm sorry... but that's incorrect. You know what that means!" He yelled to the crowd, pretending to pout and feel bad for the girl, though a mischievous smile crept onto his face.

"She's a bosh'tet!" The crowd yelled from off-screen.

The girl shut her eyes tight, and lifted her arms to her face to defend herself from something. The other two male contestants ran from the set, afraid of something in the crowd.

A barrage of projectiles hit the woman, filled with a sticky, slimy, blue liquid. Splatting against her and nearly knocking her to the ground, she was drenched in the odd type of slime from the crowds balloons. That's terribly humiliating. Shepard thought, but couldn't help but silently laugh at the girl.

"That's it for this weeks episode, tune in next week and find out... Who's the biggest bosh-" Shepard changed the channel, rolling his eyes at the host that mirrored every human game show host.

The next show that popped on was some type of wrestling. Though the fighters weren't male, but female, and splotched with a muddy substance. Dressed in skimpy clothing, though the brown sticky mud covered most of their skin, they lunged at each other, grunting and moaning as they struggled to bring each other down. Quarian mud wrestling. Now I've seen it all. Shepard thought, sticking around to see most of the show.

The girls pushed against each other, their arms locked and muscles shaking, tiring. The taller of the two girls pushed the other to the ground, and jumped on her, pushing her further into the muddy floor they fought on. Everywhere that wasn't the stage was dark, but males of many races could be seen cheering the girls on in the background, throwing credit chits around and betting on the winner, while some just stared creepily.

A quarian referee seemed to be counting how long the girl on bottom was pinned, and clapped his hands after a few more counts. "She's out!" Half the crowd cheered, while the others moaned in upset, handing over credit chits to the correct betters.

The lights in the background came on, showing all of the male on-lookers, the stands filled with quarians, humans, turians, salarians, volus, and even a few krogan. The quarian girls stood and smiled at each other, no hard feelings between them. They moved closer to each other, and pecked the opposite's lips, making the crowd of men roar in cheers, whistles, and applause.

"Who would dare take on these beautiful young ladies? Does any single one of you men have the testosterone to take down these simple flowers? No one! The prize for beating them is one thousand Creds!" He yelled, catching the attention of a few human friends, who seemed to be arguing amongst themselves. "No one! Then I guess it's ov-"

"Wait!" A large, short haired, heavy human man yelled, jogging down to the ring. "I'll do it!"

"Looks like you've got some fresh meat girls!" The black and white clothed quarian yelled to the girls, who hopped with joy, smiling down at the man. "Good luck, big-guy." The referee said to the human man and quickly attached a microphone to his shirt. He crawled onto the base of the ring, his feet now muddy from the floor.

"Gee, you girls sure are pretty." He said to the women, who moved to him, petting him with their hands. Rubbing a hand each around his body, and another of their hands on their own bodies, cleaning themselves of mud.

"You ready big-boy?" One of the girls asked him in a seductive tone.

"Am I ready she says, you know it gorg-" Each of the girls kicked at the back of his knees, bending him to the floor, collapsing and covering in mud. "Oh, you wanna play rough! Johnie can play rough!" He roared, swatting at their feet, and dropping them to the muddy floor as well. More girls in swimsuits climbed into the ring, and toppled the man to the ground, keeping him there as the others got to their feet. Mud flew and the girls screamed, continuing the fight as the large human under them screamed for a respite.

They continued their fight, only until Shepard grew bored of it did it end, as he turned the channel.

Now on the news, he watched a story for a second, listening to the reporters talk of a murder. "The quarians did escape, though they are being hunted for. If you didn't hear it yet, the quarians in question murdered a human man for being involved with a qua-" Pfft... even on Rannoch there's filth like that around the streets. He thought and turned the TV off before the reporter could finish the statement, making it go black.

I better go check on Tali, make sure she's okay. Shepard thought, standing to his feet and making his way for their bedroom, her last location since their fight. Walking up the stairs and accidentally making loud thumps on the floor, he knew she'd know he was coming.

Making it to the top floor, he knocked on the door and waited for permission. He waited and waited, no answer came. Knocking on the door again, this time louder in case she was sleeping. He had to solve this little dispute now, lest it grow into something worse. He waited again for an answer, tapping his foot on the floor outside their room.

He heard little footsteps come closer, through the other side of the door, he knew it was Tali. "What's the password?" She asked, suppressing a giggling sound after. At least she's in a better mood. Shepard thought, rolling his eyes at her question.

He knocked again, hearing her giggle a second time. Opening the door, she stood in front of him, her eyes drowsy and tired, though she seemed awake and happy. Hi. Shepard mouthed, smiling at her. You okay? He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I got so mad." She apologized, part of her mouth curling in an apologetic smile.

Are you kidding me? It was my fault. He smacked his hand against his chest, nodding to her. I have a gorgeous wife like you wanting to have sex with me and I said no... what was I thinking? He asked her, his eyes widening and lips smiling in a joking way.

"That's true. Sometimes you can be thick-headed." They only smiled at each other for a few seconds until she said something else. "Wanna do it now?" She asked, pulling on his shirt and winking at him. He nodded to her, making her hop once and turn to go back inside the bedroom. "Great! I'll get changed into something sexy and be right down!" She quickly began undressing and looked to him. "Go! I'll be down soon!" She yelled at him, pointing down the stairs. Apparently we're doing it on the couch? He thought, nodding and walking down the stairs.

He saw someone approaching to their front door, looking through the glass around the door frame, he thought it was their only delivery guy, Davos.

Shepard opened up the door before he could ring the bell, and smiled at him. Hello, Davos.

"Oh, that was quick, were you expecting me?" He asked, looking surprised Shepard got to the door so fast. He shook his head at Davos and looked down to the box in his hands. "Oh yeah. Another delivery for you." He held it out at arm's length to Shepard, who took it gladly.

Thank you. Shepard returned, moving out of the way of the door so Davos could see fully into their house, setting the box on a desk nearby.

"Oh Shepard..." Tali cooed. Tip-toeing down the stairs in–in her opinion–the sexiest and finest underwear she had available. A lacy black bra, an extremely short black skirt and purple thong underneath, and over it all a thin, black, mostly see through night gown.

Davos looked to where the noise came from, and saw Tali in her near naked form. She saw him look quickly, squint at her and realize who she was, they both quickly covered their bodies. Davos shot his hands up to his eyes and looked to the ground. Tali let out a shriek and covered her breasts with an arm, and tried to stretch her skirt down to cover her body more fully. "Shepard!" They both yelled, pointing at each other.

Shepard looked to Tali, and then to Davos, quickly moving in front of Davos to shield Tali, he shooed her away with a hand. "I'm so sorry." Davos let out quickly, keeping his eyes closed and pointed to the ground. Tali squeaked again and ran upstairs.

Shepard found a credit chit on a table, held it out to Davos and tapped his shoulder. Quickly. Shepard mouthed once Davos looked to him.

Davos lifted a device and swiped the card through it, turning around quickly and leaving Shepard alone with his wife. "Sorry! Tell Tali I'm sorry too!"

Shepard quickly closed the door and turned to the stairs, hearing Tali yell out to him. "Is he gone!" Shepard walked up the stairs and found her inside the bedroom, sitting down on the bed and waiting for an answer.

Shepard nodded, and walked over to her. Hopefully that didn't sour the mood? Shepard asked, smiling awkwardly.

"It did a little bit." She admitted, folding her arms over her breasts. Shepard nodded, standing and going to walk downstairs to the couch again. "Hey!" She called to him, grabbing his arm and standing. "I didn't get all dressed up just to have you leave."

What's the point of even getting dressed when I'm just going to rip it all off of you? He asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting the silk cloth that covered her body.

"Shut up and get to work." She demanded, lifting his shirt off his body after he lifter her gown off.


That was some seriously weird stuff. Davos thought, opening the door to his house and walking in. Though I have to congratulate Shepard and Tali, they have an active sex life, while I got... kids. He closed the door and kicked off his shoes, climbing the spiral stair case of his tightly knit house, and making it to his bedroom.

Peeling off his shirt and dropping his pants, he crawled into bed beside his wife, who was motionless and breathing lightly. Covering himself he shifted to get comfortable, waking his wife in the process. "Mmm... how was work, honey?" She asked him, her eyes closed as she turned and latched onto his body with her arms, scooting close to him and combining their body's warmth.

"Oh, same-old, same-old. I talked to John Shepard for a bit..."

"That's nice." She responded, half asleep.

"And then I saw his wife, Tali, half naked in her underwear."

"That nice-what?" She broke her sleepy trance and drew her eyes open to him.

"Yup, I guess they were about to... get it on, and I kinda interrupted."

"And?" She asked him, propping her head up with an arm and looking down at him.

"And... nothing, I averted my eyes and ran. I hope I didn't upset them."

She nodded at his answer and laid back down, facing their ceiling. "Is she pretty?" She asked her husband, a sad tone to her voice.

Davos looked to her, unblinking and serious. "She doesn't even compare to you." He admitted, completely serious. "Quarians aren't my type."

"Oh." She said, a smile taking her lips, and a blush her cheeks. "Who is your type then?"

"That's an easy one." He responded, moving his hands under the cover and exploring her body, his large hands squeezing a breast through her shirt.

"Oh!" She yipped, jumping in surprise at his action.

"You are." He placed a kiss on her lips, one she quickly returned in surprise.

"I love you." She responded while kissing him, pulling him off of her and crawling on top of him.

"The kids?" He asked, as she mounted him, pulling off her shirt.

"I told your dad to take them for a drive, they should be at the park now, so we have the night to ourselves."

"Good." He responded, twirling her around to be underneath him, with him on top and both of them smiling at each other. "I love you too." He wrapped her legs around his waist, and bent down to place another kiss on her lips.