Penthouses were not top priority on the list of repairs, but estimations put completion of his apartment at about three weeks. The keepers never seemed to sleep, tirelessly repairing and correcting what the citizens of the Citadel tried to fix themselves. They were so quick and efficient, it was a little disturbing. Anderson enjoyed the comfort of coming 'home' to the Normandy at the end of the day. Shepard had promised to stay for a while and help with whatever she could. Mostly it was to have time with him before shipping out again in search of ways to stop the Reapers for good. The days were excessively busy, and it didn't always stop when he was ready for sleep. Both of them had been called back to duty at one time or another after just settling in for the night. It was frustrating, but they were necessary evils. David put off asking the question for nearly a week, but he couldn't stay silent forever. As she lay snuggled up next to him on the shared bed, he brushed a stray hair from her face. She looked up at him from the data pad she was reading, curiosity raising one brow. She was lovely. How did he ever get so lucky?

"Why did you chose me...? For Councillor, I mean." David asked softly.

"Don't worry," Sonya answered with a grin. "I didn't pick you for entirely selfish reasons. I really think you're the best man for the job."

"I hope you're right." David said, turning his eyes from hers to his own reading material.

"Don't doubt yourself." Sonya replied, tenderly trailing her fingers over his strong, broad chest. "You're amazing at everything you try. Who says soldiers can't be politicians? Besides, you're one of the first N7's!"

Her finger tips moved to trace the bold military lettering tattooed on his upper arm. She had a matching one on the same arm. It was sort of a tradition among graduates.A point of pride.

"Nothing can take you down!" She teased.

"I wouldn't go quite that far." He teased back, grinning down at the one thing that could.

He leaned down to kiss her. As tired as they were, they made time for each other. Even if it was simply reading side by side until they fell asleep with the data pad or book slipping off the sheets to the floor. These were precious moments. The tender kiss, that he'd meant to only say 'good night' and 'I love you', turned into a passionate embrace as her arms wrapped around his neck. He set his book aside on the edge of the bed. He hated when they fell, risking damage, but the thought was never foremost on his mind when it happened. There were more pressing matters at hand. He moved to lay over her, but she resisted, pushing back to take control. He was too tired to fight with her over dominance, as fun as that could be. So he let her force him to the pillows and climb on top of him. It was difficult for him to surrender, but she had a way of subduing his unrest. She tucked one of her feet under each of of his thighs, settling her hips over his. Her breasts were warm on his chest, even through the thin tank she wore. The taste of her tongue was sweet in his mouth and minty from the toothpaste. It was strange, and he would never admit to it, but he preferred her mouth when it wasn't as clean. When he could taste her and not the mint.

His hands glided up the smooth skin of her thighs, over her buttocks and hips to wrap around her back. One hand kept going until his fingers slid into her silken hair. He could feel her hands, like water, flow over his body to find the hardened length of him that protruded rudely from his military issue boxers. She teased him, rubbing the sensitive head against the moist patch of her thin, cotton panties. A small groan escaped him. He couldn't help it. No one had ever roused him as easily as she did. Then he felt the fabric move to one side and her hot, delicate flesh teased him without any barriers. She tormented him like this until her wetness dripped down his shaft. It tickled him in a way that agitated the nerves at the base of his spine. He bucked to try and enter her, to gain relief from the torture. But she pulled away, a wicked mischief grinning on her face. Her hand used her own bodies lubricant to stroke him with ease, letting the tip of him roll over and between her lower lips. His grip on her reflexively tightened, digging his finger tips into her back. Another groan escaped him. Did she want him to beg? He chuckled quietly.

"You're so mean." He teased.

"Are you asking me for mercy?" She teased back, ghosting her lips over his and pushing herself onto him just enough to almost sheath his head.

"Ahh!" He moaned when she slid herself over him without allowing penetration.

"Yes, have mercy!" He breathed his plea.

Her hand left him to steady her on the mattress as she gave him the relief she had so cruelly build the need for in him. Her moan of satisfaction joined his as he felt her take him in, all of him. His back arched with the sudden intensity of her wet tightness and burning heat. Her body arched above him with her own pleasure, softly moaning. His fingers found the hem of her tank and slipped underneath to find her erect, pink nipples. The rougher skin of his fingertips played tenderly with them and their jewelery atop the handful of breast which they decorated. The coordinating loop through her hood rubbed lightly over his pelvis as she pumped him in and out of her, pulling more desperate moans from his lover. She seemed to appreciate the pleasure they gave her when he played with them. The one on her hood was particularly useful for assisting him when he gave her oral pleasure.

The sheets made quiet hissing sounds as they moved in rhythm beneath them. Panting breaths and soft moans added to the sensual ambiance that was their world at that moment under the white cotton. The love she made to him was slow and sweet. A kind of surrender that let her dominate him with the gentleness of a stream eroding stone. Her orgasms sculpted works of ecstacy with her body. How like an angel she seemed to him when her climaxes put his name on her lips like a whisper from a face painted with serenity. Her quivering pushed him closer to his limit, and in her weakening state, he rolled her under him without much fight. At first she said 'no', but her moans soon turned her protest to a 'yes'. His release came soon after, tickling down his urethra in a rushing stream to fill her depths as he thrust hard into her. He groaned his suppressed, intermittent moans against the soft skin of her neck as he cradled her, quivering and gasping beneath him.

Sleep was not far behind. He lay with her over him like a blanket, her head resting on his chest as if it were a pillow, her legs to either side of him. He stroked her golden tresses until he was sure she was dreaming, then he allowed himself the same. She had insisted on leaving him inside her. She said she didn't want to miss his presents. As usual, he obliged her request without much protest. He would give her anything he could that she asked of him without regret.