[WARNING: Romance and Smut. Proceed, if you must. ^_^]
Thane's eyes lingered on every inch of Shepard's body. She still slept. Soundly and peacefully, without a worry in the world.
She had been exhausted after the events at the club; but she insisted on staying up to spend time with him. He couldn't allow that though, he wanted her to rest. After some kind, but persistent words were exchanged, she finally agreed to rest.
Now, as the horizon turned from a light blue to the bright orange of a new morning in the distance, he found himself so entranced by the serenity in front of him that he could not fall back to sleep. She breathed in slowly and he held her close, moving the loose strands of her black hair off of her face.
My Siha, he thought. He felt a twinge of guilt. He knew of her plans to head to the Alliance, and he knew that if he had asked her, she still would have agreed to taking a personal day or two. But, the galaxy needed saving. It's times like these he wished he could be a bit more selfish. He figured he would take just today. One day. And he would let her go back to her duties. Maybe, if he was still alive after, they could be together once more. But for now, he would take the small amount of time he was given.
He sighed. His eyes still glued to her, he couldn't resist but to plant a kiss on her forehead. As he did, he saw those ice blue eyes slowly open. Her lips pulled up into a smile as she saw him, and she snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his bare chest, "How long have you been up?"
"Awhile," he answered, playing with the straps of her night shirt.
"Mmmm, why didn't you wake me?"
"Because you looked so peaceful, Siha, I couldn't find it in me to wake you."
She exhaled softly, "I feel awful."
"Then rest some more," he urged, rubbing her head tenderly.
"No," she protested, "No, I want to spend time with you."
"Not while you're feeling ill; rest some more. You'll feel better," he pulled her head up so he could plant a kiss on her lips.
"Then come back to sleep with me."
He wanted to protest and tell her he wasn't tired, but the look in her eyes suggested that she wouldn't take no for an answer, not while he tried to make her sleep and stay awake. And it wasn't like he could resist telling her no, "Very well, Siha."
She nuzzled her head on his chest and he held her closely. He thought falling asleep would be difficult, but he smiled a little as he felt the familiar feeling of relaxation that meant a good, restful, sleep.
(-)
Thane was nervous as he awaited at the entrance of the club. It wasn't necessarily a night club; it was a high end club that cost over 15,000 credits per person and one had to be dressed in "proper attire". Of course, Shepard didn't know that, if she knew how much he spent she would no doubt lose her mind. Very low maintenance, that woman.
He tried to imagine the look on her face as she read the note he left on the dress he got for her. She would no doubt have rolled her eyes and been a little annoyed at the notion of having to dress up. The thought made him smile a little.
His eyes were caught by a voice asking, "Is that Commander Shepard?"
There was a huge ruckus as he looked up and saw his Siha; her hair was straightened and looked even longer than it was. The strapless red dress he got her hugged her figure perfectly and she walked with such grace. He felt his jaw drop open; she never ceased to amaze him.
"Are you alright?"
He cleared his throat as he took her into his arms, "Yes, Siha. You look…"
She smiled and took his arm as they entered the club, "So do you."
They shared a small laugh as they neared their table.
"Why the fancy club?"
He shrugged, "Ive been on Nos Astra many times before and have always heard about this place, always wanted to try it. Of course, I've never had much company. But now that I do, I figured it was time to give in to one of my own selfish wishes."
"Well, in that case I won't object," she smirked.
Thane returned her smirk with a shy smile, "I like that."
They spent the rest of the night dining and drinking some of Nos Astra's finest imported wine from Earth; it tasted strange but he didn't complain. It was something that reminded Joan of home.
"Do you miss Earth?"
Joan sighed, "Sometimes. I miss the small gang I used to hang around with. They were all mostly guys, except for this little girl, her name was Clara."
"You've never spoken of your time on Earth," he pointed, leaning back in his chair, lazily, feeling a little light headed.
She shrugged slightly, "There was really no one to tell it to; after I joined the military I spent most of my life alone, traveling from place to place, seeing new worlds. Besides, I doubt anyone was interested in my time as an orphan in the streets; all anyone really cared about was that I was the Butcher of Torfan."
He saw her finish her drink and pour herself another glass from the bottle; he sensed a bit of tension but his curiosity got the better of him, "Well, I would like to know about little Clara, and your time on Earth."
Her eyes met his, he steadily kept her gaze and tried to tell her with his eyes, that it was ok, "She was a small thing. Very petite, delicate. She had honey colored eyes and her hair was a light red. Her parents had abandoned her at a young age; drug addicts. When we found her, she was lying in a puddle of dirty water, too weak and tired to move, her skin was almost greyed out, the bones in her body were sticking out in sharp angles. We took her under our wing and kept her safe," she chuckled as she took a drink, "The guys used to say that she was my saving grace; before her I was a little shit. Always fighting, provoking people, but when she came along… I just wanted to protect her."
"Did something happen to her?"
"Yes," she shifted in her seat, a little uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry, Siha," he apologized, reaching for her hand. He grasped it lightly and her grip tightened around his.
"It's fine, Thane," she smiled, slightly, her eyes glassy. Almost as if she was on the brink of tears.
Quickly, he got up from his seat and asked her, "Would you like to dance?"
She chuckled, "You haven't been listening to the crew huh? I can't dance if my life depended on it."
"I guess it's a good thing your life doesn't depend on it; if it makes you feel better, I'm not a great dancer either," he assured.
She took hold of his hand and together they both made fools of themselves as they tried their best to ballroom dance. Of course, nobody really cared. Thane was glad that she was smiling now, she looked free. As if the whole world was laughing and she didn't care. He couldn't resist her as she laughed; he found himself pulling her closer to him and pressing his lips on hers.
She gently pushed him away, "Let's get out of here."
(-)
"I've never been to Nos Astra before I came to look for you, or Illium for that matter," she said as they stood on the balcony. Overlooking the lights and the traffic moving swiftly in the night.
He poured her a glass of a vintage Hanar wine that he was fond of, "I've been here plenty of times, my contracts took me all over the galaxy and Illium was always one of the places I found myself in."
"What was the most interesting place you've been to?"
"I was rather fond of Thessia; have you ever been there?"
She shook her head no, he continued, "It was interesting; much further advanced than most other planets I've been to. The Asari are a very fascinating race."
"I agree," she chuckled, "I don't have to worry about you being too fascinated with our fellow Asari companions, do I?"
"Of course not," he said, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her in, "You're the only woman that has my complete fascination."
His lips started planting small kisses on her neck, going down towards her collarbone.
"Thane?"
"Hm?"
"Do not be gentle with me," she sighed.
His lips left her skin as he looked at her; her eyes were burning with want and lust. His hand traced her curve as it went down to her leg where the slit in her dress was, he grabbed it tightly and tore it upwards. His fingers reached up and to his surprise, he found that she was not wearing anything. She smiled deviously as he noticed this. The thought drove him crazy. He quickly grabbed her rear and lifted her up; her hands yanked at the opening of his shirt, the buttons flew off as she crazily kissed him. He placed her atop the table on the balcony, the sounds of the traffic drowning out the sighs of yearning.
The pressure in his pants was building fast, but he figured he would try something first; he licked his fingers before slowly penetrating her with them. She moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of her; he could feel her body reacting to his touch, his fingers wet with her liquids. He guessed she was enjoying it so he decided to be a little bold. He bent down on his knees and lifted the dress.
She gasped as his tongue touched her area. He knew exactly which place to lick that would drive her crazy. Her body moved with the pleasure of him licking her, her hands grabbing the sides of his face, pushing him further into her. The movements of his tongue went quicker as she moaned, loudly. Her moans started coming closer together, her breathing was becoming more labored. Suddenly, he felt her lower abdominal area contract and her body relaxed. Her hands gripping the sides of his face dropped to the table.
He kissed her thigh before getting back on his feet; his eyes drank her in as she laid on the table, staring at him, breathing heavily. He undid his pants and grabbed his hard penis; without thought, he placed himself inside of her, letting his body take over. It wasn't slow, it wasn't fast. It was a good rhythm; he moaned at the feeling of being inside of her, his eyes meeting hers.
Without thought, his hands reached towards the torn slit on her dress. He tore the rest of the fabric open. Her breasts bounced with every thrust he did; his hands grabbed her hips and he slammed into her, harder. She sat up and removed his shirt, slowly pushing him towards the ground, in just a few moments, he was on his back on the pavement of the balcony, her naked figure on top of him.
After a few moments, Thane felt that familiar pressure. He gently pulled her off of him as he saw the familiar liquid spill out of the tip of his head.
She smiled at him, and he returned her smile with a smirk. She was on her knees, and she leaned down to put his penis in her mouth. He was a little shocked to see that she had swallowed the milky white liquid, he had never been with anyone that did that. But he still smiled as he told her, "I'm not finished with you yet."