The last entry into the STLY universe. I hope you enjoy it.
With the apartment lighting dimmed down to the bare embers of the fireplace and the neon glow of the newly repaired Silversun Strip, Shepard took her time wandering from the kitchen back to the couch where her favourite turian waited for her. The tile floor was cool against her bare feet, and two glasses of wine hung from her fingertips as she made her way to him.
Nihlus's talons gently scraped the skin of her wrist as he took the beverage from her hand. A pleased sigh fell from her lips. Panties and a knee-length robe would have to do for tonight. Shepard hadn't packed for an overnight here, but Nihlus's charms had gotten the best of her. One drink turned into three, and the pleasant buzz was just what she needed after a short time apart. Tomorrow, they would return to the Normandy and head off on some mission or another- together.
She grinned around a sip of wine before putting her glass on the table. 'Just like old times.'
Shepard stretched out on the couch with her head on Nihlus's lap and eyes falling closed as she breathed in the clean smell of him. His talons carded through her hair. It had grown long again since the last battle.
Dozing came quickly in the warm, quiet space with only the dulcet tones of asari instrumental music over the sound system and the crackling fire. As much as Nihlus enjoyed talking, he seemed to enjoy these quiet moments too. Perhaps more now that the Reapers were gone and they could truly take a breath.
When the chords of the last song on the album finally died off for the night, Shepard opened her eyes to see Nihlus's vibrant green gaze staring down at her. The Commander's eyes were half-lidded, and her hair curtained her face as she watched him sip from his glass while exposing just a hair's breadth of his throat. A turian-tease.
"You know," he said, voice tilting toward sly. "You're welcome to sleep in the nude. I do."
Shepard let her grin widen, rising to her elbows as she pushed her long hair out of her eyes. "Is that so?" she teased right back, no longer one to sit idle when he pestered her.
Immediately, the turian's gaze drifted from her face down her throat and across her body. Half-tied as her robe was, Nihlus would catch an alluring glimpse of her collar bones and maybe just a hint of her breasts. Shepard watched his throat bob as he swallowed the last sip of wine from his glass. His eyes wouldn't be torn away from her anytime soon. As much as Nihlus liked her naked, Shepard knew seeing her with her human bits covered and her angles left on display brought out something possessive and primal inside him. She secretly revelled in that expression.
"Perhaps I could give you a demonstration as to why you should?" He suggested as he leaned forward to put his glass on the table beside hers.
Her eyebrow rose, voice taunting him: "I might be convinced."
It was his turn to grin- teeth glinting like a wolf in the dim evening light. Nihlus seemed to love foreplay more than the main event. He slowly began to unclasp his tunic. The fabric fell away in parts, like most turian clothing did, leaving him with bare strips exposed before he could shrug off the whole garment.
Already, Shepard could feel a hint of dampness between her thighs while her throat went dry.
"Bedroom?" he asked as he flicked a mandible in the direction of the stairs.
Shepard stood and grabbed his three-fingered hand to lead him there. Nihlus came willingly. His warm fingers curled around hers. When they reached the room, he told her to lay down on the bed, and she complied as he continued to the bathroom.
Before she could ask, Nihlus returned. But as he climbed onto the mattress beside her, he held a small bottle in his hand- one that she didn't recognize. "Rollover," he urged with a flick of his wrist.
Arching her eyebrow, Shepard did as he asked yet again. He was up to something, surely. "What are-" Shepard's words drifted into a sigh as Nihlus trailed one finger down her spine over the robe. "-Oh." She let herself fall into the pillows, relaxing onto her stomach with her arms cushioning her face.
Nihlus's hands left her for a moment, and the silence was only broken by a slight click signalling he'd closed the bottle. Two warm, large hands slid along the backs of her thighs- the only bare part of her. Nihlus started with long, firm strokes up her hamstrings, teasing out the soreness from her early morning workout. By the time he worked his way under the robe and along her back, Shepard was putty in his hands.
The massage lasted a while, long enough that her heart rate slowed and her muscles relaxed. Nihlus's hands only left twice to fetch more oil before returning to indulge her every desire. From the tips of her toes to the back of her neck, Shepard melted.
"Told you, you should sleep naked," he whispered huskily into her ear before he nipped at the lobe and traced his tongue around the shell.
Her laugh was contagious. Shepard turned to kiss him, lingering on his mandible for a moment before pulling away to divest herself of the- now oily- robe. "Better?"
"Mhm." Nihlus slid his hands from her shoulders down the curve of her waist and ass, appreciating the hourglass she mimicked. "Much."
He'd been sitting astride her thighs, but now he moved to nestle his hips between them. A trail of his tongue worked its way along her spine, interspersed with nips to her shoulder blades. Shepard helpfully brushed her hair aside, giving him ample room to tease the back of her neck as his own need began to make itself apparent. Nihlus exhaled as his length unsheathed and brushed against her backside.
His hands didn't remain idle for long. Now they'd found their way back to the only neglected area during Shepard's massage. Nihlus wasn't shy about continuing his work on the globes of her ass and around her hips. His fingers slid deliciously close to her entrance, still slick with oil. She couldn't help the breathy little moan that left her throat.
"That's it," he purred against her throat.
Shepard's hips began moving of their own volition, rolling against his fingers as one, then two slipped inside. She couldn't see him through the curtain of red and, instead, gave in, relaxing into the pillows beneath her. They switched who controlled their evenings since the beginning, and Shepard would have to learn how turians liked their massages so she could one day return this favour. They finally had time.
As her lazy climax built, she could feel her muscles tighten in anticipation. It felt too damn good, and her toes curled into the sheets. Shepard's mouth fell open, her breath coming in great gasps as Nihlus traced her clit with his thumb and his mandible caressed her cheek as he licked along her jawline.
"Just a little more," he encouraged, quickening the pace of his thumb.
The fact she could feel his need against the back of her thigh did her no favours. Gasping his name, Shepard came apart under his taloned fingers. Her hands twisted in the sheets, and she arched into his warm, hard chest. Ever aware of her needs, Nihlus slowed to a stop over the next minute, dragging out the orgasm just long enough to avoid making her oversensitive.
Nihlus rested his crest between her shoulder blades, and he supported himself above her with his hands. Slowly, Shepard came down from her dreamy plateau until the world solidified around her, and the room came back into focus. Nihlus's warm breaths puffed against her back, and he fisted the sheets on either side of her to keep himself in check while she recovered.
Shepard twisted beneath him, turning at the waist so she could plant a kiss on his cheek when he rose to meet her. He happily turned the kiss into more as his mouth plates met her lips to chase their mutual pleasure. Nihlus's tongue slid along her bottom lip and then inside as she let him explore. He tasted like the wine and heat.
The kiss renewed Shepard's interest, and she tugged him down against her back and deeper into the kiss. Nihlus let himself be handled, spooning across her and rubbing himself against the curve of her ass. Shepard chuckled as she felt him twitch and groan deep in his throat. She felt the vibrations through her whole self. That was just one more thing she loved about him.
When Nihlus broke the kiss, it was only long enough to tug her panties off her legs. They got stuck on one ankle, but Shepard could only laugh at his eagerness. Thinking ahead, she grabbed one of the other pillows and shoved it under her hips to help angle her body just right. Another snap signalled Nihlus closing the oil again, only this time he used it on himself before placing both his slick hands on her hips as he aligned himself against her entrance.
"Is this what you want?" He teased his cock amid her thighs and along her clit, missing entirely.
Shepard wiggled beneath him, one of her hands sliding between them to help. "I think it's what we both want." One firm stroke from base to tip had him moaning oh so perfectly. The teasing wouldn't last, especially not when she lowered her voice and breathed his name into his ear. "Please, Nihlus."
She watched his face as he thrust his hips forward slowly, pressing himself inward inch by glorious inch until he hilted. Pressure built in her loins, cresting when she felt his hips flat against hers. She untwisted herself to lay beneath him with her forehead on the mattress.
"Shepard," he gasped as he dropped down on his elbows, covering her back with his chest. She could feel his bad arm tremble as he held himself steady for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his intrusion.
All at once, her sex was set ablaze again. Shepard had to shut her eyes to keep from seeing stars, he stretched her so well, especially like this. Once she'd adjusted, a simple roll of her hips encouraged Nihlus onward. They found a rhythm, pushing and pulling against one another as they chased their ends. His breath was hot against her neck as more nips danced across her shoulders, leaving tiny red marks behind. She didn't care, her augments were okay now, and they'd deal with them in minutes.
Without the music, the apartment began to echo with the sounds of their lovemaking. They were well insulated from the skycars whizzing by on the strip. With no reason to be quiet, Shepard let herself cry out. No one would hear them; her cries were for his ears alone, and Nihlus groaned just as loud.
Her hair was in her face, his chest warm against her skin.
When the peak came for her again, Shepard dragged Nihlus over the edge with her. Their fingers intertwined, three over five, squeezing tight while her back bowed. Nihlus buried his face into the junction between her shoulder and neck, shuddering through the end.
They remained tight against one another while they caught their breath. Shepard's smile brightened as her partner let her bear some of his weight. Several times in the past, she'd assured him that he wasn't a burden- even if he did weigh over 100 kilos.
When his strength returned, Nihlus collapsed onto the mattress beside her. Shepard wasted no time hurrying over to curl into his chest, heedless of the fact that his plates were as slick with oil as her back was. They could shower and change the sheets later. For now, she merely needed to breathe and listen to the steady drum of Nihlus's heartbeat beneath her cheek.
"I suppose you're right," she mumbled sleepily after a few minutes. Nihlus hummed a questioning sound in reply, and she squeezed him a little tighter. "I could sleep naked more often."
Shepard let herself drift off to the sound of his laughter.