Oh hey hi hello it's me. I don't even like amaretto that much, I don't know why I picked it. I think it's just a fun word to say.
I wrote this in like 2013 and it was posted to my DA but not anywhere else I think? I cracked open my old fanfics for no reason and I had to actually triple check that I actually wrote them? Because I was like "no this is actually too clever there's no way I did this." Indeed I have no memory of writing this at all but apparently I said it was terrible and gave up on it lol?
Anyway it's Mass Effect Again day and it's Frill Friday too so here's some old nonsense. Cheers.
From the glassy sheen of his eyes, she could tell he'd started drinking without her.
"Siha," Thane said, leaning his elbows back onto the bar behind him, "I attempted to save a seat for you but this brash gentleman wouldn't have it," he gestured to a disgruntled looking turian beside him. "I thought, however, that perhaps we could compromise. I would be more than happy to offer you a seat right here on my lap." She didn't miss the smirk on his lips.
"Don't you think we'll draw a few looks?"
"You know full well that neither of us cares about the kind of looks we're getting. Have a seat, Siha. Let me buy you a drink."
"I'll have what you're having," she said with a smile of her own as she slid into his lap.
"As much as I've looked forward to this, I can't help but find the idea of dating a little frivolous, given our occupations and state of existence. How much could I honestly hope to learn from you here than I have not already learned from following you into combat?"
"Well," she said slowly, "you could always learn about what music I like, my favorite color, my opinions on the shit floating around in the media about this and that..." She paused as the bartender slid her a glass of amaretto. "Normal things, Thane. That's the whole point."
"My life has been far from normal, Shepard. Your idea of normal fits my idea of strange. I make a living by killing others. Casual conversation has never been my strong suit." She felt his hand slide firmly up her thigh and he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. "Although I suppose if you are interested in speaking of 'ordinary' matters, I would like to inform you that you look exquisite in that dress." His voice was a hushed whisper at her ear.
Shepard gasped as he brushed his fingers against the fabric of her panties and her blood instantly rushed south. Ghosts of sensation rushed down her spine unbidden, remembering the way he had felt against her just days ago
"This is your idea of ordinary?" she managed, despite his questing hands.
"I find that sex is the most ordinary thing that ever happens in our lives. That is not to say it isn't special, you understand. But it's commonplace. Nearly every living thing engages in sexual reproduction at some point." His fingertips pressed firmly against her heat and massaged in slow, wide circles. She breathed a deep sigh.
"And you're planning on engaging this 'ordinary' event right here in this bar?"
"Of course not, Siha. I had planned to engage you after our date, to slowly undress you in the confines of your cabin and make you scream my name. But you test my patience. Especially in that dress."
One of the patrons nearby glanced their way, but Thane's mouth was already teasing her neck and she resigned herself to closing her eyes and pretending they were the only ones there.
"There are more private booths at the back-" she managed, despite his questing hands. "I'm not excited about getting kicked out of this bar for lewd conduct."
"A useful observation. Just one moment more..." his words were muffled against her neck. She bit her lip when he finally managed to tease her sex apart beneath her panties and she felt his movements directly against her clit. Barely seconds later, he pulled away.
Without another word, he readjusted his arms around her and stood, lifting her clean off his lap to carry her toward the back of the bar. She only barely managed to grab their drinks as he rose, and the smallest splash of amaretto tipped out of his glass, the amber liqueur spilling on to her chest and vanishing between her breasts.
Tucked away in a corner booth, he situated her on his lap such that her legs were just slightly parted and her back was facing the bar proper. Always tactical, she thought.
His attention refocused on her chest, firm lips caressing her skin. "My careless Siha, you've spilled my drink."
"You didn't seem too entertained with it anyway."
"Mmm, perhaps not. It does, however, taste incredible on your skin." He made a show of dragging his tongue across her chest.
Without thinking, she picked up his drink again and tipped it carefully, spilling a more obvious amount right where his mouth was. What wasn't caught by his waiting lips splashed against her skin and ran in rivulets under the fabric of her dress. She grinned when he looked up at her, mischief in his eyes.
"Are you expecting me to clean up your mess, Siha?"
"I wouldn't be opposed to the idea."
"In order to be thorough, I would have to remove this troublesome obstruction," he said, hooking a finger into the front of her dress and tugging to demonstrate his point.
"And if someone comes by?"
There was a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth - so characteristically Thane. "I have never known you to be so modest, Commander." His hand came up to massage her breast, rolling it firmly in his palm. "We can test the limits of your ability to silence yourself under the influence of blinding pleasure, or, should you wish, we can return to the ship. The choice is yours."
As much as she would have loved to have him in the privacy of her cabin, she legitimately did not think she had the patience to wait that long. Shepard felt the heat building between her thighs as his fingertips worried the edge of her panties, her senses focused in on every point of contact – and his proximity to every erogenous zone on her body. He kissed the swell of her breasts patiently, waiting for her consent.
"If you don't fucking touch me right now Thane Krios I swear to god-"
He chuckled against her, raising his head to meet her eyes and kiss her properly. His venom invaded her senses. He tasted like amaretto.
Casually, he pushed down the front of her dress and unclasped the front of her bra. "A convenient choice of attire," he noted before his hands and mouth were on her.
She stifled a gasp as he flicked one hardened nipple with his tongue, drawing it between his lips to tease it gently. He was slow, carefully controlling her experience through patience and practice. The effect had her on edge, tensed in his lap with all of her attention focused on the next swipe of his tongue, the next squeeze of his fingertips – every sensation a shock of pleasure that she felt between her thighs. Arms wound around his neck, eyes squeezed shut, her world shrank down to the two of them and just like that, her concern for the rest of the world ceased to be an issue.
She nearly did not notice when he slipped one hand under her dress, pulled her panties aside and traced her seam with eager fingers. He took his time touching her, pads of his fingers rubbing delicate circles over her clit, teasing her slickness over her sex until finally, with undue slowness, he pushed into her heat. She felt his soft hum of satisfaction when she gasped.
"Shhh," he whispered softly after mouthing his way up to her ear. "We don't want to draw any unwanted attention. I'm sure you would hate to be interrupted." His fingers withdrew, teasing her entrance before he pushed into her again and curled his fingers against her core.
With one arm firmly wrapped around her, he discreetly worked her into a fervor. She was helpless to do anything but hang on as he began to circle her clit with his thumb – fighting him with every tensing muscle to so much as rock into his hand.
"Oh my god-"
"Mmm." He worried her earlobe with his lips. "So eager, Siha, even in such a public place. I would advise you to save your strength. When we return to the ship I may very well confine you to the airlock and fuck you right there against the wall."
"Thane-"
"Yes," he hissed. "Come for me, Siha.
She moaned, losing the fight to silence herself as he rocked his fused fingers into her slick heat. Bowing his head to capture one nipple with his lips, she knew it wouldn't be long.
Nails blanching as she clutched his shoulders, she shivered and shook in his arms. Without any further pretense, he brought her to the edge and pushed her over, practiced hands dragging out her climax until she sagged in his arms.
The world slowly came into focus. Like moving through thick mud, she forced her limbs to move again, reaching right away for his forgotten glass of amaretto and downing it in one gulp.
"I can't believe I just let you do that," she said with a groan, adjusting her dress back into a more socially acceptable arrangement. "You kinky son of a bitch."
His answering laugh did nothing to hide the fierce desire in his eyes.
"Shepard, my Siha," he said, surprising her with an open mouthed kiss to her neck, "The night is only just beginning."
Thank you for reading! There's a lot I want to say about how important writing fanfiction was to me as a growing young adult but thinking is hard so I'll just say writing is cool and you should write stuff if you want to.