"Shepard..."
"Samara?" He had been surprised she had personally sat foot in his cabin. "Why are you here?"
"I..." She was not so sure herself. She tried doing her best doing a shrug, although it more so came off more awkwardly. "I... want to see you."
"See me?" He honestly was shocked, as she could see his eyes blue, sparking with surprise. However, a twinkle of hope sprung up. His face betrayed his eyes, as a kind, and formal smile came up. "Well, what can I do for you?"
"I have been pondering, thinking about what you said last to me..."
"That so?" Shepard's voice did not waver.
"And I would be lying if I did not feel anything for it."
Shepard did not speak, only keeping his polite smile up. Samara smiled a little, "Forgive an old warrior like me. I am a monument of sorrow and regret. To reach out to something that was reaching out to me would be hard."
She inched close, as her light blue eyes didn't leave his maelstrom blue. He stayed, stagnant but strong like a rock. "But I am now reaching out for it."
"Are you saying..."
"Shepard," She went back to the place she started at, "I know how you feel about Miranda."
"Miranda? Lawson?" He blinked. "What about her?"
"Surely you don't-"
"No, I don't. My eyes were reserved for another."
"Shepard. John-"
"You're the only one who has called me by my real name before." He smiled. He took her gloved hand with his own naked hand. "Samara. I told you before: you have been strong for so long. Share my strength with yours."
She smiled again, "Maybe I need this."
She went back to the spot where she could feel his power, and then reach more, as she could taste his lips again, as his slow, melodic breath was upon her own blue face. She could see everything. Feel everything. This was how it was in the present of a god? She felt the power coursing through her veins now. She was powerful, warm. At home.
Now, to seize the prize, she would have to seal it, with her lips. And so her purple thin lips reached his peach full lips.
A kiss that was powerful. It was like the rush of her biotics flowing through her, matched by his own soldier strength. Her biotic cloak cloaked him and the kiss became ten-times even more intense. He gasped at the goddess strength.
"Wow." Shepard could say, in between gasps. He could still feel her on his lips, as could she. She smiled, gasping herself.
"John... Take me."
Shepard did just that. His smile was almost sad. Playfully, he tossed her to the bed. Gently, he jumped on her, and kissed. Samara would be appointed to the seat of the gods and goddesses.
Samara smiled sadly, as she realized finally the white dyed from her eyes. She stood and looked out into the black window. She was still at the Starboard Observation deck, lost only in her meditations. So, this was how she would have him? Meditations and such? She dreamt he took the aging warrior, bedded her and grounded his hips into her. He has said he was curious about Asari physiology and she was curious about Human physiology. They had been more similar than she had thought before. Her blue skin was upon his apricot. And she was finally Samara, The Goddess.
She dreamt of hitting one thousand after her god died, grown and full children of belly. She dreamt of her children not a single defect she had in her first three. She dreamt they heard stories, lore of how she and their father, her husband, took on the universe's biggest threat – the Reapers – and defeated them soundly. And she smiled everyday. Shepard was her god, their god, humanity's god and the universe's god and she was happy everyday.
In reality, she could hear Miranda's laughter and posh jokes to the commander. She could see Miranda look at the commander with interest and a cue ball of love in those blue eyes she wished were hers. She had wished she was more lighthearted, warm instead of cold and old. Miranda was young, a biotic queen herself. She was Samara's younger self. She wasn't afraid. She was as much as a leader as Shepard than the Asari matriarch justicar. By the Code, she would serve him though. As a Olympic servant to her Zeus and her Hera.
She would be Hera in her meditations.
So she meditated a lot more than before.
"In another time, in another life."
End.
A/N: Okay, had to do one more chapter after the last one. I thought it was just too lacking. In any case, yes, poor Samara's love will be unrequited only because of her own desire and need not to feel more heartbreak. With losing a child, by her hand, by probably losing more before, she is a sad broken warrior that Shepard could not help. And because of that, Miranda saw her chance. Samara will forever remain in her meditations, dreaming to touch her god. A sad ending for a sadder story.
Hope you guys enjoyed! =D