Shyra sat on the sofa gazing out the window at the planet glowing outside as it floated in space. The Normandy's shields flowed over the hull like liquid light. The familiar cool touch of her lover's hand grazed the skin of her neck and gently settled on her bare shoulder. He bent to kiss the places on her neck that he'd just touched, warming the skin with his breath before his lips ghosted over the surface. Shyra sighed deeply, rolling her head to one side and closing her eyes. Thane's fingers followed her collar bone to the metallic ribbon like band she wore, then trailed up the front of her neck, gingerly coaxing her face upwards. His lips found hers in a tender embrace. Her breath fluttered over the folds of his neck like the wind from a butterfly's wings. He purred against her mouth.
His lips lifted from hers, exhaling his breath over her chin and down her neck. He pressed his forehead to hers before he sat behind her. She turned to face him, the linen of her tunic was nearly transparent even in the dim light. The depth of his black eyes swallowed her as she leaned into him, as if pulled. His fingers found their way up her arms into her hair. His palms cupped her cheeks as his tongue met hers a familiar and ever more so enticing dance. Her hands made quick work of his coat and vest, letting them fall to the sofa cushion and slide to the floor. Their breathing deepened with the kiss they shared. Thane pulled back to glanced down at the thin fabric covering her. Her lips sought his. He denied her to exchanged breath. His wind ticking her cheeks as they lightly nuzzled faces. He didn't bother to lift the tunic from her form. His deceptively delicate fingers found the 'v' of the neck line and easily tore the thin linen on a slow, smooth motion. The sound of the fabric ripping was as soft a sound as his zipper as Shyra found it and loosened his leathers.
Thane's hands found the subtle flesh of her breasts, something he learned she liked. A soft moan escaped her lips. He nipped lightly at her reddened lips as if to consume the sound. His hands slipped around to her back, pulling her too him, leaning into her. They lay together on the sofa as a wave washes onto the shore. Her feet pushed down on the waist of his pants, helping him discard the leathers that sheath him. He pushed girth into her, slow and tender. She arched into him, breathing his name. Her lips found the sensitive folds of his neck with gentle nips, her tongue wetting the skin, her breath cooling the heat of her touch. He purred in her ear and against the soft skin of her neck. The shining onyx orbs of his eyes found the watery depths of her own. He ghosted his lips over hers as he whispered her name. His slow, insistent thrusts rock her body beneath him. She shuddered with ecstacy at his urging. Her fingers frantically clung to his arms, shoulders, ran down his chest and dig into his back. The texture of his smooth scales like hardened silk to the touch. His movements were fluid, beautiful to watch and even more so to feel. The night was filled with the sounds of their love. His purrs and groans mingled with her moans and shuddering breaths. He cradled her to him, with one hand enjoying the soft, flowing tresses of fire that puddle behind her flushed and beautiful face. The wetness of their coupled orgasm was as the quiet lapping of the tide on the shore of a river.
He lay over her, his eyes closed, resting his head over her chest. He listened contently to the rhythm of her heart as is slowed and became more regular. He listened to her breath with each rise and fall of her chest. His arms clung to either side of her slender form. He tries to regulate his breathing in time with hers. The warmth of her hands on his back as she holds him to her like a blanket over his whole body. He lovingly kissed the skin on the swell of her breast. Her legs relaxed to either side of him, her heels hooked over the backs of his knees. Sleep quickly overtook them. Their dreams were not of worries or dread, but of peace and happiness. They dreamt of ocean views and desert vestas, of rain on a canopy of trees and clear blue skies without end. Somewhere in the rolling hills on the edge of a living desert there is a little cottage where two very contented souls live until the end of their days. And as they lay dieing in the arms of their lover, a smile touches their lips because they are together and they will walk into the light hand in hand, leavening their bodies in the sea.