You're my addiction, my prescription, my antidote
You kill the poison, ease the suffering
Calm the rage when I'm afraid, to feel again
How can I tell you just all that you are
What you do to me
The lover's figures seem microscopic, surrounded by the vastness of Shepard's hotel suite. Tasteful furniture and tapestry decorate the entirety of it, creating a simplistic theme with different shades of brown. The soft couch underneath their bodies is a gentle beige, cushions giving into their weight in all the right spots. Scenic pictures don the walls, a large waterfall painting on one wall and the desert sunset on another. Smaller pictures of beautiful animals are scattered amongst the larger decorations, including one that is familiar to the assassin. A portrait of a den of sand-colored foxes, large ears standing proudly. The suite is gorgeous, Thane understands why she treated herself to such a room. His attention is pulled back to his siha, who removes herself from the couch to rummage through the supply of movies near the TV.
"I'm in the mood for a movie, how about you?" Her voice is stripped of power, a privilege that only Thane receives.
"Whatever you wish, siha." His deep voice emanates from his spot on the couch, body slouching into the comfort behind him. Slowly slipping into 'normal' vacation mode-pushing his assassin training to the back of his eidetic memory- he nearly misses her body going tense. He releases a silent vibration of curiosity from his throat upon hearing an awkward laugh from the Commander.
"I was hoping there would be some movies with a drell in them. Preferably action movies. And by action, I don't mean Fornax vids." She flips through the collection, amused by the amount of drell-specific vids.
"Maybe they research who checks into their suite. Customer service is important." Shepard levels him with a glare, earning a teasing smirk.
"This vid sounds like a good, generic action movie. Exactly what I'm in the mood for." Thane raises his alien eyebrow at her suggestively, still amused by the mention of the fornax vids. She ignores him and sets the movie up, the technology whirring to life from the push of a button. "I'm going to introduce you to the joy of popcorn. An old vid-watching tradition. I hope you can handle it."
"I survived pancakes. And destroying the Collector base. Popcorn sounds harmless." He watches her hips sway as she makes her way back to the sofa, momentarily losing himself in the memory of their first night together. He longs to feel her body against his again, and he has no idea how long he can fight that desire off. Her casual wear is very becoming, hugging her figure in ways that strengthen his need. Cerberus may be a morally lacking organization, but they have decent taste in casual clothing.
His eyes trail downwards as she disappears into the kitchen-area of the suite, trying not to stare at her curvacious asset and failing miserably. Stop that. You're going to be all over her during the vid if this continues. Popping fills the air, ending his frustrated musings to himself.
Bowl of popcorn in hand, she falls into her spot next to the drell. Mouth full of the buttery treat, she taps play and holds a single kernal against his reluctant lips. Tentatively he pulls the unfamiliar food into his mouth, lips purposefully brushing her fingers. The taste is foreign on his tongue, but pleasant.
Fighting off the heat that's threatening to color her cheeks, Shepard focuses on the flashing lights coming from the TV. Explosions, gun shots, and dangerously beautiful main female characters fade in and out of scenes, sucking their attention into the action. Shepard throws handful after handful of the traditional snack into her mouth, Thane stealing pieces here and there. The beautiful protagonist captures the attention of a male suitor, predicatively leading to romance.
"Your eyes are stunning." The chiseled male actor tilts the woman's chin up, gazing into her eyes in a way that's meant to be romantic. Her eyelids flutter shut, a single tear escaping. He catches the tear with a finger, touching his lips to hers after a dramatic pause. He fists his hand in her long curly hair, darker than the night sky above them.
"Cheesy." Shepard complains, rolling her emerald-colored eyes and folding her arms in a huff. Thane chuckles at her antics, enjoying her presence more than the movie.
"He wouldn't feel such admiration for her eyes if he knew you." He curls his index finger under Shepard's chin like the male actor did, green-tipped dark eyes flickering back and forth between her lips and her jade irises. Her pulse quickens, taking in his new earthy scent. Anticipation pools in her stomach.
The female actress pulls the man into her house, mouth pressed against his hungrily as they stumble to her bedroom. Their hands fumble with each others clothing, wanting it off but not having the patience to take the time to do it properly.
"Thane, if you don't kiss me right now, I'm going to-" Her words trail off as he closes the distance, gently capturing her lips with his own. The kiss is sweet, his warm hand coming up to caress the smooth skin of her cheek. Shepard's subconscious need to be in control kicks in, mouth pushing against his with fervor. He obeys the silent order, falling back until his head comes in contact with the arm rest.
"Siha..." She sees the reluctance, his hands gripping the cushions of the sofa tightly. Anything to keep himself under control. Both legs are positioned between his, her thigh resting against the needy appendage threatening to break out of his already tight pants.
"Why are you trying so hard not to touch me?" She tilts her head, her auburn hair falling to the side. It brushes against his cheek, filling his nose with her scent and tugging on his wavering restraint.
"My body wants to follow their example." Their gazes drift to the TV, the actors engaged in a mild sex scene. The woman writhes under the man's naked body, his arms conveniently placed in a way that blocks the audience from seeing too much of her bare chest.
"What does your soul want?"
"You." The passion and need is thick in his voice, making her features soften. A smile crosses her face, the weight of his single word warming her heart. She nuzzles against the crook of his neck, bringing the lustful atmosphere to an end.
"You have me." She inhales more of his new earthy scent, knowing he won't smell the same once their vacation ends.
"Then, my soul is content. My body will just have to wait." The assassin wraps his strong arms around the lithe body above him. Shepard's attention flutters back to the movie, not moving from her spot between the drell's legs. But she can't ignore the troubling questions that are trying to break through the distraction. Why do I keep stopping him? Why am I determined to take things so slowly?
Aboard the Normandy, Mordin's hard at work running tests on the samples he took from Thane when his omni-tool beeps. The four-eyed face of a batarian appears from the device on the salarian's arm.
"I've gotten your samples. Meet me at the rendezvous point." The batarian disappears, leaving Mordin in silence once again. He takes a moment to prepare himself, and exits the ship to find his Commander.
(super long)Author's Note: Short chapter, I know. More of a filler than anything. A teeny tiny bit of smut as a thanks to all of you that reviewed, I really appreciated it! Please, keep it up! If you guys haven't read Emantsal's fantastic story, Mystery to Me, go do so! It's super sexy. Just don't forget about me and my less sexy story while you're there! I'm gonna address some of the reviewers now;
Alex.y.111- It sure does suck when that happens, thanks for taking the time to review! Since you like it, there will be more lazy Thane to come. However I can't promise that the slow-mance will stay slow for long. I mean, what's vacation without hot drell on human sex?
Emantsal and Orchidellia, your reviews both made my night. Mordin is one of my favorite characters, and I'm thrilled you guys think I write him well!
Everyone else, thanks a lot for reviewing and please continue to do so! It makes me very happy to read reviews, even the simple ones. And happy me tends to write sexy scenes. Sooo, the more reviews I get, the closer Thane and Shep get to giving up on this 'taking it slow' business.
Another quick note, still no beta for this story. I'm gonna give it a few more chapters until I go hunt one down, please PM me if you're interested in helping me with this story.