She watched him as he stood.
A gun was his god sword.
The last stray bullet hitting the monstrosity known as a "Reaper". It curled and breathed fire as it shook. It collapsed under its own pain and fell into the platform the three of them were.
Samara felt herself falling. Shepard made sure he caught her hand. Were they going to die, she did not know.
Was it gonna to end with this platform falling upon them?
She did not know.
She gasped as she breathed air again. She felt Shepard dig her out. She stared at him with amazement. Her god has saved her again.
Shepard dug out Miranda as she shook of her own pain. She was alive, wasn't she? Samara saw she stared also at her god as Shepard told them to move quick so they could get back to the ship in one piece.
Samara resisted the urge to kiss Shepard and taste his power. They had won, they had survived, they had lived, even when things looked grim and bloody.
Within 10 minutes, the base exploded and Shepard's Normandy was away from the blast. Samara stood there, as her god once again saved them all.
And again she resisted the urge to kiss him. To hold him. To bed him. To hug him even. To feel her own hourglass hips on his own perfect ones.
Those urges were greater than before.
She watched as Shepard was approached by Miranda again. She was more willing to do so, to do the things Samara wished to do. Samara wished she had more power to take her god instead of watching afar.
But it was the most safest.
The Code taught her that pain wasn't suffering. Suffering was optional.
She chose suffering to stow away her own pain.
End.
A/N: I think I'm going to leave it like this. If not, I'll do one more chapter. I SOOO want a Shep-Samara romance in Mass Effect 3. Definitely. I'm hoping they do it.
In any case, hope you enjoyed this.