Shepard returned to her quarters to finish reading he data pad. Garrus and Thane were taking care of the bounty. They had more expertise in that area than she did. Miranda had asked to visit her sister via email. She almost never saw the woman anymore since she and Jacob got back together. She didn't want to know the details, she just assumed. It was none of her business anyway.
Shepard felt a hand on her back, it was gentle and oddly familiar.
"Siha?"
A deep flanging voice quietly addressed her. Her face was hot and sticky on one side. She opened her eyes to see the low table and the spherical object that hovered over it vertical to her vision. She must have fallen asleep reading the data pads that were laying everywhere. She sat up slowly, removing the data pad that wanted to cling to her cheek.
"Uhg." She groaned. Her body ached from sleeping on the sofa.
"Siha, you are exhausted. Come to bed."
Shyra looked up into the face of her lover, her friend. His face was serene as he looked down on her with eyes as strange as they were familiar. She took the hand he offered her with a tired grin. He helped her up and lead her to the bed where he had already turned down the sheets.
"Thank you. Reading all those data pads," She sighed. "Liara is very though."
She rubbed the bridged of her nose hoping to sooth the head ache that settled behind it While he lovingly freed her hair from it's tidy braid. She let Thane undress her down to her tank and panties, hardly noticing the way his hands smoothed over her bare skin freed from the jump suit in admiration.
His hands grazed over her hips and rounded her back. She relaxed into him, laying her head on his leather coat and snaking her arms around his waist. His skillful fingers unclasped her bra, then slid his hands to her arms to guild them up. She righted herself and complied with his silent orders as he lifted her tank and bra over her head. He let the pieces fall to the floor to join the rest of her clothing.
Shyra lowered her hands down over his head to rest on the back of his neck. She leaned into him, his leather cold on her skin, his hands warm on her back. Their lips met in a soft embrace that only comes from complete trust and passionately familiar love.
Thane's strong arms and swift, fluid movements lifted her on to him, guiding her legs around his hips. Her hair fell over their faces like a veil. He slid a hand into her mane, cradling the base of her skull, while his tongue moved with hers like a single current.
He turned toward the bed, crawling onto it with his knees and laying her down onto her pillow as if she were made of glass. He didn't want to leave her, not yet. He lay his body over hers, pressing his hips and his arousal against hers.
She broke the kiss to breath. A quiet moan escaped her lips in response to the pressure against her loins. A chill rushed in to fill the space he had occupied when he rose to remove his leathers. He took extra time to fold her clothes as well and set them next to his own in the dewar.
Thane climbed into the bed next to her, slipping his arms around her, sliding himself over her. Her legs spread for him, welcoming him like a good hostess welcomes her guests, wrapping around him like a warm blanket. He took her lips as he took her body. The love they made was slow and passionate, but quiet. Their soft moans and heavy breathing could only be herd in the ears of the lovers mingled with the wet, sticky sound of their exhilaration. Moments later she was sleeping soundly in his arms, nuzzled against his chest. He listened to her breathing as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, nuzzling his face in the sent of her hair.