This chapter's a little longer, mostly because I didn't want to split it up and leave you all hanging! WARNING: Adult sexual situations to follow. Don't say I didn't warn you. I hope you all enjoy! Reviews keep me inspired!
The calm between them was suddenly broken when Shepard tilted her head up, and gently pressed a kiss against his throat. Desire flared to life in him, and he turned his head so that his lips met hers. The kiss was relatively chaste at first, a tentative touch, each tasting the other, but it quickly became more heated. His tongue tangled with hers, and she moved from being seated next to him with her legs across his lap to straddling his thighs, his arms around her and her hands on the back of his head.
"Mmm," Thane rumbled deep in his chest, and he pulled his lips from hers to begin trailing kisses down her neck. She leaned her head back, allowing him easier access, and continued to run her hands over his scalp, nails scratching ever so lightly in a way that set his nerves on fire. He allowed his hands to leave her back, and slid one up her side, pulling her shirt up as he went. She obviously guessed his intent, and took it as an invitation. One of her hands pulled forward, and performed the same light scraping that it had done over his head, but this time over his throat frills, followed closely by her mouth, kissing and licking at his sensitized skin. He groaned, tightening his hold on her and breaking off his trail of kisses to tug more earnestly at her shirt.
She broke away from him for just long enough to pull the garment over her head, and then leaned back in to recapture his lips, her fingers working at the buckles and zipper on his own jacket. Thane's hands ran up her back, then stilled when they reached the strap that ran around from the piece of clothing covering her breasts. Following the band around to its origin, he brought one hand hesitantly to her breast, cupping it ever so lightly. Shepard made a noise of pleasure in the back of her throat, and Thane felt the blood rushing from his head to his groin when she arched her back, pushing herself firmly into his hand. Emboldened by her response, he brushed his fingers over the soft mound, doing his best to avoid analysing this first experience with human anatomy. Unfortunately, his uncertainty must have been obvious to Shepard, as she pulled back from him again, a questioning look on her face.
"I'm sorry, Siha," he said in answer to her unspoken question, "I just… I'm unfamiliar with some aspects of human mating behavior." She smiled at him, her cheeks flushed, and wiggled her hips against his growing hardness, nearly making his eyes cross.
"You don't seem too confused," she purred. Another rumble sounded from his chest as he shifted his hips under her. "Didn't Mordin send you a whole bunch of information, too?" He stilled, and a small laugh slipped past her lips. Damn that Salarian doctor! Thankfully, Shepard took pity on him, and spoke in answer to her own question. "I certainly learned a few new things." Her tone was mischievous, and Thane waited anxiously for her to continue.
"For one," she said, "I found out that Drell have a very different response than humans to something like this." She leaned in again and ran the point of her tongue along the seam between two frills on his throat. He gasped, and tightened his hands where they had been resting on her hips.
"Ah, Siha…" he moaned as she continued to kiss and nibble along his throat. It was all he could do not to flip her over and strip off the rest of her clothes – it had been far too long since he had been with a woman – but he had promised himself to take things slowly, and I will do just that, he thought. She hummed softly against his neck, the vibrations causing his hips to twitch forward. Even if it kills me, he added in his mind. Shepard giggled at his response, and he felt himself smile at the playful noise.
Very well, he said to himself, two can play at this game. Encouraged by her persistence, he moved his hand back to her breast, and massaged it lightly through the fabric of her undergarment. He was rewarded with another hum against his jaw, and reached his other hand around her back, to where the clasp of the piece of clothing was. He may not have had any prior experience with removing the garment that covered her breasts, but he wasn't a master assassin without reason, and he quickly figured out the quick pinch and flick motion that caused the strap to release. Shepard removed her arms from around him for a moment, and pulled off the undergarment, tossing it aside before returning her hands to his shoulders and her lips back to his mouth.
Kissing her almost frantically, Thane kept one hand tangled in her hair while allowing the other to explore the soft, pale expanse of skin revealed to him. He brushed his fingers lightly over her incredibly soft skin, and back to the mound of her breast. He wasn't sure what he had expected them to feel like in his hands, but it was firm yet giving, and covered with that same impossibly smooth skin. He ran his fingers over the small bud that he knew was her nipple, and felt it tighten in response. Encouraged, he flicked his finger over the raised flesh, and Shepard's breath hitched in her throat. They both stilled for a brief second, and then Thane was on his feet, his hands holding her legs around his waist as their mouths moved against each other violently.
Shepard's weight was negligible for his strong arms, and he walked briskly to the foot of her bed, their lips not parting until she fell back onto the mattress. He tugged off his jacket in one smooth movement, and then was on top of her, his mouth continuing to explore where his hands had left off.
"Thane!" she gasped as his tongue rasped over the nipple he had not yet paid attention to. A purely masculine grin spread across his face, even as he pressed his hips into the mattress. It was good to know that she was as affected as he. His moment of clear thought was quickly lost, however, when Shepard grabbed his shoulders and, in one swift move, flipped them both over, so that she now sat straddling him. He grasped her hips with both hands, grinding the evidence of his arousal against her, and she let out another hum of approval, then dipped down to his chest, mirroring the position that they had been in moments before. She kissed her way down his front, the silkiness of her lips teasing him, and then paused at his pectoral muscles.
"Huh," she said, "No nipples." It took Thane's lust-addled brain a moment to figure out what she meant, but he realised that she was commenting on a difference between him and human males.
"No, Siha," he said, "Drell don't have-ah!" his words cut off in a strangled sound as she brushed her lips over the frills that started just above his hips on either side and continued down below the top of his pants.
"Less talking," she said, and moved her hand over to the bulge in his pants where his erection throbbed insistently. He couldn't stop himself from pressing up into her touch. His dreams were nothing compared to the reality of being under her. It was too much for him to take, and he grabbed hold of her arms again, flipping them for a second time so that he was back on top.
With dexterity born of years of hacking locked doors, firing sniper rifles, and grappling in hand-to-hand combat, he swiftly undid the button and zipper on her pants, and she held her hips up while helping him to push the clothing down over her legs and remove her socks. He tossed the pants aside, not bothering to watch where they landed, too busy exploring the new areas of skin exposed to him. He planted a testing kiss against the inside of her thigh, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her at the same time, and revelled in the way that her head thrashed to the side and her hips lifted as if trying to meet him.
"Thane, please…" she keened, and another smug smile lit his face.
"Less talking," he said, echoing her earlier words. She groaned, and clutched handfuls of sheet as he pulled away the last bit of fabric remaining between him and her naked body. There was a moment of curiosity when he discovered the strip of hair covering her mound, but he didn't hold on to the thought for long. He reached a hand up and brushed it softly over the pink, slightly swollen folds that her underwear had been hiding, and her hips again bucked forward, causing a resonating response in him as his own hips pressed into the mattress. Another, less timid touch caused her to moan again, and he gained confidence. Humans weren't terribly different from Drell in this respect, although there was a tad more lubrication than he was used to, but that just increased his anticipation. He leaned forward and swept his tongue along her crease, and then sucked gently at her clitoris.
"Ah, Thane…" Shepard breathed, one of her hands still clutching at the sheet while the other stroked the top of his head. He continued to flick the end of his tongue over the swollen nub that was the centre of her pleasure, and her cries quickly became louder and more insistent, her hips rising and falling in a rhythm that he matched with each deft stroke of his tongue. He brought his hand up from where it had been stroking himself through his pants to her warm opening, and gently pushed his middle finger inside. They both groaned, Shepard from the pleasure, and Thane from the thought of pushing another part of himself into her. He ignored his own body's insistence at release, however; something that he had been trained to do, albeit for a very different purpose. He pumped his fingers inside of her, pulling up and towards himself to put pressure on the sensitive spot he had learned about in his earlier reading, all while continuing his ministrations on her clitoris. It wasn't very long before Shepard's body went suddenly rigid, a loud moan tearing from her throat, and he felt her body convulse around his fingers as she called out his name. His other hand gripped the sheets tightly as he fought for control, resisting the urge to climax with her. He didn't want to end their first sexual encounter with ejaculate in his pants.
Her body stilled and her exclamations of pleasure subsided, and Thane withdrew his finger, bringing it to his mouth and closing his eyes in ecstasy at the taste of her arousal. Shepard made another noise in the back of her throat, and then pushed Thane's shoulder, urging him onto his back.
"Your turn," she said, her voice breathy and low as she scooted herself down over him. He almost didn't believe what was happening, but quickly pushed that disbelief aside as she pulled his pants down, freeing his near-painfully hard erection. She threw his pants over with the rest of their clothing, then turned back to look at him. She made a small noise of interest, and he was about to ask if he was very different from human males when he suddenly lost all capacity for coherent thought as she swept her tongue up the length of his shaft. His hips jerked upward, completely beyond his control, and he cursed. Her tongue was so warm, and so wet, different, in a very good way, from the slightly rougher, dryer Drell tongue. He placed one hand on the back of her head, not pressing her forward, but just as some way to increase the contact between them. She swirled her tongue around his tip, and then took him entirely in her mouth.
"Siha!" he cried, "Ah, Siha," another moan left his lips as she began to move up and down, sucking ever so gently as she did so. "If you continue to –ah – to do that-" he tried to speak, but was finding it difficult to form sentences as the feeling of pleasure intensified. His arousal was so intense, fueled by Shepard's own release mere moments earlier, that he was already reaching the point of no return. "Siha, I'm not going to last much longer!" he exclaimed, his hips rising to meet her mouth as she picked up speed. He felt her pleased hum vibrating all the way down to his balls, and he was undone. With a hoarse shout, his hips bucked forward one last time, and he spilled into her mouth. Ripples of pleasure shot up his spine, and he saw stars dancing in front of his vision as she milked the last drops from him, before crawling back up the bed to lie beside him. He shifted so that his arm was around her, and pulled her close to his side, his breathing still uneven.
"Well," Shepard said with amusement, breaking the silence between them.
"Yes," he agreed, "Well, indeed." She laughed quietly, and looped her arm over his stomach.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," she said, and he smiled down at her.
"I think that I can guess," he said, and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. She gave him a sleepy grin, and snuggled up closer to him. Silently, he sent a prayer of thanks to whatever deity had blessed him to be the one chosen by this warrior angel, and relaxed into the softness of the commander's bed.
That was the first night since Irikah's death that Thane didn't sleep alone.