Desire was a powerful thing. A sin if one let it.

Samara knew it was. Desire never truly tired, even if one was tired themselves, so as long they wanted person.

She want to feel his skin against hers. Her smooth line of purple lips against his full, peach lips. She wanted to run her hands against his powerful arms, his strong jaw, and against his rock-hard abs.

She could live in her meditations, dreaming and singing in pleasure in her meditations.

However, lately, she no longer could do it.

She hungered, crying out as her fingers reached her lower regions, crying for his name out loud, instead of the dreams. It's been a while she hungered like this. It was almost... obscene. It was obscene. How, how did it get like this?

Was she... why?

She... needed him.

Oh why, why did he come to her cabin? He did not even know what he wrought, did he? No, he did not. He truly did not.

Yet, she wanted to show him what he did.

"Mmm." She shivered, releasing her hold against her body. That was... powerful. It's been a while such an itch like that came. More of a while since she actually wanted to do... that. She truly had thought she was near the wall where she was starting to descend to eternal sleep, that those urges died the day her former lover left her, and her children were named "Demons".

Yet, Commander John Shepard had awoken this feeling again, by just an "almost-kiss", almost three weeks ago.

Things cooled down after they defeated the Collectors, and their Human-Reaper...

No, she lied.

Kasumi Goto had joined, as Shepard helped her reclaimed painful memories, pain that Samara never felt but knew. Then, over at Aite, they dealt with the tragedy story of one man being abused by the very people they formerly worked with, something that made her glad Shepard made the choice to destroy the base. He then met with the Reaper behind the Collectors and all this madness and a foreboding warning was sent out to them. Finally, she had personally met the woman Shepard was friends with for years. Another Asari who was in love with Shepard.

Her god. Oh her god, how many loved you?

All that, all those extra adventures, they had made her hunger for him more. And each of them, she was right on the mission. Did he want to torture her for rejecting him, or did he believe this, only this, was anytime for them to be in each others presence? She could barely take it. She couldn't.

He truly was almost punishing her.

One more mission, one more and she would just – jump up and kiss him, damn the company. Even if Miranda or Tali – both women who wanted Shepard as badly as her probably – were there, she would just do it.

Desire truly was a sin.

She could not just go to him, and go slam her lips against his now. She was truly... afraid. What if he moved on? What if he didn't want her now? Miranda was bold, Tali was as well, if prodded. She was not. Who was to say maybe Liara would have another chance? They did go to his cabin, for drinks. Liara left with a smile, Shepard was also happy.

Was she even jealous? She feared losing him, but she wasn't even with him.

This was truly bad.

So what could she do?

Maybe she should just go. Maybe she just should go. She wanted him. She needed him.

She needed to be his goddess.

"Shepard..." She released that breath she sucked in.

"Samara?" John Shepard looked away from his datapad, and set it down on his counter. "Wait, you're here?"

She just nodded, looking around at his room. Her eyes were mystical, sparkling in wonder and nostalgia. 'This is not unlike my meditations. The counter, the glass where Shepard places his model ships – such many ships lie in that glass.' A mystical smile whisked on her lips. The little things Shepard had, made him both a person and a god. 'Everything is here. Everything. Not a single thing misplaced, or out. Even the air itself, strong with his scent.'

John Shepard did not say much, watching her circle the room and slowly make herself to him. She noticed that same formal smile on his face. "I'm guessing you're just here to see me."

She hummed and nodded, her eyes never leaving his. She saw the almost uncomfortable look rise on his face, as she stood near him. Did he want to reach for her, or leave her like she did to him on the Starboard Observation Deck?

She knew his smile. He was confused, cautious, not unlike an animal. "Well, here I am. Anything you need?"

"No." She quaintly said.

"No?" Shepard's eyebrow rose slightly, but it relaxed as a smile still kept on his features. "Just taking a tour around the ship huh?"

She chuckled, smiling at him. "You can say that..."

"Oh? Any other reason you came here?" Shepard asked, curious.

"Yes, there is." She bit her lip. "But I don't know how to say it."

"I'm all ears. You can say whatever you like, Samara. Maybe it's a personal issue? Do you have a problem with your quarters?"

She blinked. He actually thought that was the reason she was here, or was he just making conversation, waiting for her to make the first move? The second one was the one she both liked to believe and didn't. "The current quarters I dwell at suffice."

"Ah. I don't suppose you're here to make complaints about people you don't like here. Joker was going through that faze the first two months in this operation." Shepard cracked a joke, smirking as he moved for his bed. "Unless you're that type."

"No, Shepard." She also chuckled. As he sat, she still stood. She would wait.

"I guess you're just here to see how I'm doing. Not a lot of people do that. I'm the one usually moving around, going up and down a level or two to go visit people. Always nice to see you aren't forgotten." His smile was more friendlier than before, the jokes seemed to ease the tension between them too.

"I believe a change was to be in order." She nodded. She also knew of the commander's many walks around the ship, much more than any crew member. He was always on the move, always interacting with people and never stopping. A great marking of a leader, who cared for everyone on this ship. Even she.

"Great to hear. Well, you're welcome to stay in my place for a while. I'm not journeying around the ship anytime soon so, how about we talk?" Shepard grinned. He jumped out his bed and went to the couch. Two glasses laid there, washed and dried. They most likely were the ones Liara and John shared together. "You like wine?"

She shook her head. "You forget my Code, Shepard."

"No, I didn't. I just didn't know you can't consume alcohol." Her god said. He shrugged and grinned lopsidedly. "Eh, I need to stay off the stuff myself. Nobody likes a drunkard of a commander. Heh."

She smiled. Her smile was almost as guilty as his shrug. "I admit, perhaps that is... one of the only worldly possessions I miss sometimes."

"Wine, right? It was the good kind. Not too strong, but just... there, ya know?" He laughed. "Totally respect your Code, but sometimes I need this."

"It is a... stressful job constantly reassuring the crew, isn't it?" Samara sat gently on the leathery couch of Shepard's room. She was near the spot he took her in her dreams. She almost blushed.

"Unlike any other." He simply said, closing the raspberry-grape wine bottle. He put his arms on the head of the couch and leaned his head back, sighing in relaxation. "Sometimes, I think it was better just being 'Commander' under a captain, or just being a regular crew member. And then Saren comes along, and things change. Sometimes I like being 'Commander Shepard Of The Starship Normandy' or 'Commander Shepard, Once Dead But Back' but most of it is just truly stressful."

"I cannot fathom what that feels like."

"Heh, I suppose you can't." Shepard grinned at her. "But I'm glad you aren't feeling that." He was truly relaxed this time, the small talk helping them, despite just admitting some of his frustrations to her. "You been good these past days? I never really had the chance to go see you down at the observation deck."

She knew he didn't want to see her. He was afraid she would say something. She wanted him to though. She wished he did. He probably would never have seen her. Maybe he would to, to give a prep talk or something small like that but nothing like how they were before. He would spend hours just talking to her in her cabinet and she almost let that go weeks ago. She almost let him go.

"I have. Though, I admit, I miss... our talks." She kept her eyes on his face. He turned his head from the ceiling he was staring at, and looked back into her eyes. Stormy blue versus light sky blue. By the goddess, she loved his eyes. She quickly looked away. The itch came again, making her want to do such... obscene things with her body.

"...I miss them too." He said lowly. That was it. She missed him and he missed her. They never needed to come out and say it. They missed each other.

"You should come more to my quarters, Shepard. Not only to talk about our next operations..." She boldly said. He didn't want to show it, but he looked actually surprised. She didn't even know what she meant herself. Those two sentences were ambiguous, waiting to be filled, and... inviting.

"Maybe I should." He said back. He accepted.

"Yes..." She inched slowly to him. "That would be nice."

He stood, stagnant but strong like a rock. He did not inch forth, he did not move. He waited. Like thunder in the clouds.

She came in his face, and planted a kiss...

Near the lips.

'Almost, but not quite.'

Without warning, Samara stood and move to the steps. She could feel her god looking at her back, wondering, pondering. She wondered if she hurt him even more that before. That was... Too much like an "almost". She heard him stand and walk near her. "Samara?"

She was happy and sad at the same time. He wanted her, she let him know she wanted him too, but she still was afraid. She smiled gently. "Forgive me, John. I am a monument of sorrow and regret. An old broken warrior-"

"You aren't old." He reassured her. That commander of hers, always making sure someone feels less bad. That brought up a broken smile on her face, at least for a few quick seconds.

"To you, John. In reality, I am nearing on 920. In a few ten years, I will be simply be that – an old asari trying to reach out to a young one. You have your whole life, your career. Do you really want to be with an old-"

Then he made the first move, and kissed her gently on her lips. She did not resist. She did not this time. Her cloak of biotics were not reaching to get him out, or even pull him closer. She did so with her own arms, holding his neck, as if her whole life force was poured in that kiss. She never, at that moment, wanted him to let go. She never wanted to not be with him. She wanted to be his goddess...

However, she felt him go away and she nearly cried out. She kept her tongue and let him speak. He let go, staring in her eyes.

"You aren't old."

End.

A/N: Alright, alright! The story couldn't end there, it couldn't! I couldn't allow it. Yes, Shepard gets his Hera. He gets her finally. And Samara gets her Zeus. Granted Zeus cheats horribly on Hera but this isn't the case. Anyway, I read the last chapters of this story and I was like, "Damn! I gotta do something with this! I can't just leave it like this!" so one more chapter. And who knows? Might even do an epilogue, though I think this a really happier ending for this story.

I was thinking a steamier, more sexier scene but that probably would have ruined the fic. Maybe a sequel oneshot of this will be made to make that scene come to life. This fic I totally loved doing and thanks to the few who also liked this fic. Until then, I think I should work on my other stories and hold my tongue anymore. Haha, anyway, later guys and thanks.