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Her smaller, softer body pushed against his own, her hands running up and down over the horizontal stripes on his back.
"Thane…" she whispered, her voice full of longing. The sound shot straight to his groin, and he groaned, trailing kisses up her neck. "Thane," she said again, more forcefully. He pulled at her shirt, untucking it from her pants, eager to feel all of her, to revel in the way her human anatomy was so different and yet similar to his own kind.
"THANE!" He awoke abruptly, sleep being violently pushed aside by the voice coming through the comm. He shook his head, and answered, still groggy from being woken so suddenly,
"Yes, I'm here," he was lying on his bed. He pressed his palm to his face. These dreams were going to drive him crazy. Every night for the past four, he had dreamt of Shepard. Every night, the dream would start off the same. They would kiss, lightly at first, but he would push it to something more, responding to the need building within him. She would know exactly how to touch him, how to move, to drive him over the edge with desire, and he would be about to remove her clothing when something would wake him up. This time it was the comm. The night previous, it was Garrus coming to ask about rifle calibrations, and the two nights before that he had simply woken without reason. His nerves were starting to fray as the sexual frustration built within him, but, ever the consummate professional, he pushed his body's needs down, and focused on the mission. It was Jack on the other end of the comm, this time.
Jack was an angry young woman, who had every right to be, as she put it, "royally pissed off," after having been kidnapped by Cerberus as a child and experimented upon in an effort to increase her biotic ability. Obviously the experiments had been partially successful, as Thane had never met a human as skilled in biotics before, but her mental and emotional state had suffered greatly for it.
"Took you long enough! God. Were you sleeping, or dead?" she asked. Thane sighed. Jack had less tact than some Krogan he had met, and an equal passion for unbridled violence.
"Apologies," he said, "I have been a heavy sleeper as of late." Though not heavy enough, he thought bitterly.
"Great, like I give a shit about your sleep patterns," came Jack's answer, "Shepard found something while scanning some planet for palladium or whatever. We're going to check it out. She's grabbing her equipment, and put me in charge of wakey wakey. Be in the shuttle bay in five."
"Affirmative," Thane said, disconnecting the comm and turning to put his feet on the ground. It was not unusual to be woken up for some sort of mission or response to a distress signal. There was a regular duty roster that was fairly consistently adhered to, barring the need for a specific skill set for certain circumstances. It was for this reason that Thane had only intended on napping for a short while, and had stayed in his clothing. He rubbed his hands over his face again, attempting both to wake himself up and remove the lingering dream from his mind. Unfortunately, his mind had other ideas, and he couldn't stop the memory from coming.
Her hands, soft and smooth against his rougher scales, run back along the ridges above his ear canals, teasing him. He kisses her jaw, breathing in the warm, slightly sweet smell of her skin, and moves his hands around her shoulders.
"Touch me, Thane," she breathes, licking the sensitive flesh on his neck, eliciting a moan from him as his hips press into hers.
Yes, these dreams definitely had to stop. He sighed and pulled on his boots, ignoring how his pants felt a bit tighter than usual thanks to the memory of the previous night's dreaming, and grabbed his guns. Heading to the elevator down to the shuttle bay, he ran into Shepard, also on her way down.
"Hey Thane," she said, stepping aside so that they both had equal space in the car, "Catching up on some sleep?" He smiled at her. She was so nonchalant, especially for someone dressed in armor, carrying an assault rifle, and with a rocket launcher strapped to her back.
"I was," he replied, "Though I had not intended to be asleep for long. I believe that Jack was not impressed with my delayed response to her… how did she put it, 'wakey wakey'? She is an odd young woman." Shepard smiled, a small chuckle sounding in her chest, making Thane want to kiss her.
"You can say that again," Shepard said, "Though I'll confess, she picked up that particular term from me. That's what they used to call wake up time back in my academy days. One lieutenant in charge of our training took particular pleasure in waking us up for 05:00 by playing Krogan battle song recordings. You ever hear a Krogan sing, Thane?"
"I confess, I have not," he answered.
"It's not something I'd recommend waking up to. Sort of like when they yell, but with more of them, in unison, trying to yell in tune." Thane grimaced, and Shepard chuckled again, "Exactly."
"I should play you some Hanar music sometime, Siha," he said, "It is far more… polite." She looked shocked for a moment, then broke into a smile and pushed playfully at his arm,
"Was that a joke, Thane?" He said nothing, but faced forward, a smile playing across his lips, and betraying the humor in his attitude. He liked speaking with Shepard like this, relaxed, happy. He would have to find more opportunities to do so.
Before he could begin to formulate a plan for how to create more occasions for banter, they arrived at the lower level of the ship. Jack was there, pacing and raring to go, wearing her usual cargo pants and the three leather straps over her chest that apparently passed for a "shirt". Drell had little compunction when it came to nakedness - Hanar did not wear anything - or clothing – they didn't judge others by what they wore – and so Thane had not previously noted Jack's particular brand of style. This time, however, he found himself looking at her out of the corner of his eye as they boarded the shuttle, particularly at her chest.
Drell women did not have breasts. Drell were born able to consume solid food, or ground up versions thereof, and so nipples and mammary glands were a foreign concept to him. He had never really given them a second thought before, but now that his dreams were full of Shepard, and the drive to get her naked and on top of him, he found himself more curious. What would they feel like? What did they look like uncovered? Would Shepard's resemble Jack's? What was he expected to do to them, if anything? Fortunately for him, he was stealthy enough in his puzzlement that Jack did not catch him staring, or he suspected that he would be walking with a limp for several days thereafter. He made a mental note to look this up on the extranet. Hopefully he'd be able to find useful information, and not just pornography.
His musings were cut short by the shuttle's takeoff, and Shepard began to explain what they were going down to the surface for. It seemed some mercenaries had taken over an archaeological dig site. They were going to go investigate and, hopefully, save any scientists who were left. He spent the rest of the ride down in silence, listening to Jack telling Shepard about a time she'd been on a pirate ship, and had killed half of the crew when she found out that they had been planning to turn her in to Cerberus. It was mildly disturbing, the glee Jack took in describing how one young man had screamed while she threw him into the ship's reactor core, but he chose not to react. It wasn't too long before they were at the landing zone, and there was no more time for talk.