Jane awoke many hours later from a deep, dreamless sleep. That was not a joy she experienced often. Nor did she often wake to have company in her bed. Surviving suicide missions had even more positives than she first thought.
She was laying on her stomach, her head pillowed on her partner's bicep. She opened her eyes slightly. Thane was on his back and still very deeply asleep. Something unexpected, he took up a lot of room in his sleep. It was cute; a wholesome thought she never thought she would have in connection to this man.
Both sets of his eyelids opened, and he blinked with the inner set several times. "Siha," he whispered and reached out for her. Jane let herself be pulled closer and tucked her feet around his calf as they settled on their sides, stomach to stomach.
"Hi," she greeted tiredly.
"You are awake."
"You're a bed hog," was her answer.
He blinked at her then offered a tired smile. "I am... very comfortable with you, siha. Did you not sleep?"
"Yeah. I slept so deeply, I didn't even dream."
Thane ran his hand over her check, down over her neck and breast, and settled about her hip. He moved in and kissed the line of her jaw, the corner of her mouth, and both her eyelids.
"Do you dream often?" he asked with his mouth next to her ear.
Jane let out a pleased sound at his rough voice vibrating against the bones of her ear. Her hips rolled forward involuntarily, and she felt him still for a moment before pulling their hips tight together. They had more enjoyed each others' presence than anything more adventurous so far (she had discovered, pleasantly, that their biology was similar enough there were no worries about the very basics). It was still a nice reminder to have: Thane not only respected her and liked spending time with her; as alien as she was to him, he liked the look and the feel of her. Dipping his head to kiss along her collar bone, he began to hum deep in his throat. His entire chest cavity was vibrating. The noise was a deep bass sound that made her hair stand on end and her entire body tingle.
"I, ah. Yeah. I dream. A lot. I, ah. What are you doing?" Jane was having a hard time concentrating enough to get out words. All she really wanted to do was wrap her body about Thane and order him to never, ever stop making that noise.
He stopped, and Shepard groaned and went entirely limp.
"I apologize. It is a sound my people make when we are... contented."
Jane was still a little cross eyed. "Don't apologize. I might never get out of bed again," she told the skylight overhead. There was a pause before Thane had to smother a snort of amusement in the valley of her breasts (he was fascinated by them; apparently they didn't come standard on drell women). "I don't think I can move," she added at length.
"Your crew will be pleased. It might mean you will be partially rested. Tell me of your dreams."
Jane laughed. Thane hadn't moved from his very intimate position of using her as a particularly beloved body pillow, she had just admitted that he made her weak in the knees, and he was now asking her about her dreams as if it were the weather. She had to laugh.
"I'm going to be well rested? I'm almost disappointed."
Thane lifted himself onto his elbows. They stared at each other for a long moment. Jane's smile started to slip. Had she said something wrong?
Finally, Thane slid a hand into her thick hair and kissed her until her toes curled. He knew how to kiss. It wasn't like with some men she had known: all pounce and no plan or trying to make up for their lack of skill with eagerness to please. Thane was all skill and tactics. He started at her bottom lip, a soft and chaste kiss that feathered until it was her whole mouth and it wasn't an invasion but a slow, calculated march of tongue and hands. It almost embarrassed her how much she enjoyed this man.
He pulled back and kept himself just out of reach when Jane made to follow his mouth. "When I make love to you, siha, I will not have you limp beneath me from exhaustion." He wrapped her thighs around his hips and pressed forward so she could feel him harden against her belly. "It will be days," and the word was stretched out into a hiss when Jane protested his denial with a twist of her hips and pleasant drag of her skin intimately against him. "Days of you and I locked together in a test of endurance; and I assure you, I will not stop until I know your expression when you are at your limits, your hair damp with sweat and loose down your back while you ride me to your completion."
"God, you're speeches." Jane couldn't help herself: she hit him with a pillow. It was either that or pounce. Or bury herself under the sheet in embarrassment at such a frank admission of what he wanted.
Thane laughed. It was this wonderful deep sound that was almost on the edge of her hearing, and she adored it. He touched her face, tucking back a bit of her hair, before he settled down next to her. Jane scooted over and laid her head on his chest. As exhausted as she was, she was happy. There were plenty of other things she wanted to be doing right now (she could still feel him, at half mast, against her thigh, and she itched just to run her hands along him), but as much as the spirit was willing, she didn't think she could get her body to move enough to make things happen.
"You okay?" she murmured into his neck.
Thane's fingers threaded through her hair, and she felt him smile against her forehead. "As beautiful as you are, siha, and happy I am to be alive, I do not think my strength has returned to me enough to worship you properly."
"Sure?" Jane asked, reaching down to tease her fingers over his length before taking him in a gentle grip. "I'm not up for anything yet but..."
Thane let out a huff of air against her hair. His grip on her hip flexed in time to her slow strokes, and she felt him grow slightly more in her hand.
"...no," he said at length, and tugged her wrist until her hand settled on the small of his back. "A few hours," he promised her with a kiss.
Jane laughed against his mouth. "So this is what its like to be old and saving the universe."