Warning: Adult sexual situations to follow. Please review if you enjoyed!
Privacy ended up being in the form of a hotel room not too far from the hospital. Shepard had offered to pay for the accommodations, seeing as she was now back to being bankrolled by the Alliance, but Thane wouldn't hear it. He had made good money as an assassin, and considering how short the rest of his life was going to be he saw no reason not to spend a tiny percentage of it on the woman he loved.
The hotel was decent, not one of the seedier places that rented rooms by the hour further down in the wards. This place charged by the night, and Thane knew that they wouldn't have the time to actually be there the whole night, but there was absolutely no way that he'd drag (or be dragged by) Shepard to one of those cheap places where most guests were paying for the sex they were getting. The room they were led to was small, less than half the size of the CO's quarters on the Normandy, but it had the basics; bed, chair, desk, bathroom. The door closed behind them, and Thane found himself alone with Shepard for the first time in months.
He wasn't sure what he should do. Yes, she'd nearly devoured him with her kiss back in the hospital, but now that they were alone he didn't feel right just jumping on her, as much as he might like to. There was no doubt that he'd keenly felt her absence. At least he'd had memories to keep him company, but even as real as they felt, they weren't as good as the real, flesh-and-blood woman now standing next to him, looking at him with an amused expression that made his heart flutter and his groin tighten.
"Thane," she said, looking up at him in a way that he'd definitely relive the next time that he was alone, "I just spent three months under house arrest. Believe me when I say that I'm currently doing everything in my power to resist the urge to rip all of your clothes off and lick my way from your throat frills to your knees. I don't want to do anything that's going to put undue stress on your body, but-" It was his turn to cut her off. Gently, and with no small amount of irony, he placed a finger over her lips.
"Siha," he whispered, "Stop talking." With a groan, she grabbed him, her lips meeting his as she pushed him back against the door to their room. She grabbed his hand in her own, and brought it up to her breast, placing it there before returning her own hands to his back. Taking the oh-so-subtle hint, Thane massaged her through her shirt, feeling his erection growing in response to the tightening nipple against his fingers and the deep, fervent kisses they were sharing. Her tongue was wrestling with his, her breathing already coming in fast pants, and she broke away from him to remove her shirt and sports bra in one sweep. She was about to get to work on her pants when he placed his hands over hers, stopping her.
"Can we try something?" he asked, looking at her hopefully. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils were dilated. Everything about her spoke to how turned on she was, how much she needed this, and it only served to arouse him more, but he hadn't spent three months without her to waste their time together now. She eyed him warily for a moment before responding,
"I guess so… I mean, yeah, sure, why not?" He chuckled at her. The great Commander Shepard didn't know what to make of him.
"Do you trust me, Siha? You know that I would never let anything hurt you?" She narrowed her eyes at him, obviously suspicious at the question, but still answered,
"Yes, of course."
"Then lie down on the bed, on your back," he instructed, and she did so. He removed his own clothing, a hiss leaving him as his rapidly growing erection was freed.
"I could help you with that, you know," Shepard said, leering at him, and he held in another chuckle.
"Of that I'm very aware, Siha," he replied, "But I have something special in mind. Lie back and hold your arms above your head." She raised an eyebrow at him, but complied. He felt his cock twitch. This wasn't something that they'd done in their brief time together after the Collector base had been destroyed, but he wanted this. It wasn't about power or anything like that. It was about getting her to actually let herself go, just for a moment. He pulled her belt out from where her pants had been left on the floor, and approached the bed.
"Uh, Thane?" she said, "I'm not really into… er… pain. I mean, if you are, there's nothing wrong with that, but…" She trailed off, and he leaned in to brush his lips over hers, then pulled back as she tried to deepen the kiss.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said, "But I don't have the strength to struggle with you as we have in the past. I want to make you feel good, Siha. Better than good, amazing." He punctuated his words by grabbing hold of her wrist and, mindful not to pull too tightly, he looped the belt over and around and through itself, up through the bed frame, and then over her other wrist. To Shepard's credit, she didn't struggle against him, but watched with curiosity as he ensured that she wouldn't be able to free her hands without quite a bit of effort. He had gained some skill with knots in his time as an assassin, and this wasn't so different, but it was for a much more enjoyable purpose.
With her hands secured above her head, Thane took his time to just look over the body of the woman he loved. She looked much the same as in his memories, albeit with a few new bruises. Her breasts were pulled upwards by the position she was in, leaving her hardened nipples free for him to enjoy. He crawled up onto the bed, ignoring the excitement that shot through him at being naked with her again, and straddled her legs, effectively pinning her down.
"Thane…" she said, half groan half plea, warning him that he was pushing the limits of her patience. He smirked at her, and dipped his head down, taking one small, tight bud in his mouth as his hand brushed lightly over the other. She moaned, and ground her hips up against him. He fought down his own response, focused intently on the pleasure of the woman now writhing beneath him.
The headboard creaked as Shepard tried to pull her hands down, to touch him or herself, he wasn't sure. He moved slowly down her body, using his mouth and hands in equal measure. He licked the underside of one of her breasts, and the resulting moan made his toes curl. He continued downwards, laving her bellybutton before he reached the apex of her thighs. Gods, but he loved the way she smelled. Humans produced pheromones just like many other mammals, but something about Shepard was making Thane crazy. He groaned, and let his hand drift down to his manhood, stroking himself lightly as he trailed kisses over her mound, teasing himself even as he teased her.
"For the love of god," she groaned, "Touch me." He smiled again, and pulled his hand up from his throbbing erection to pull her knee up, allowing him access to her sex. He ran his tongue over her, loving the way that her hips bucked forward, and then set about bringing her to her peak. His tongue focused on the small bundle of nerves just above her opening, and it wasn't long before the muscles in her legs began to tighten, her breath coming quickly. He was careful to keep his own breathing even, not wanting a sudden bout of coughing to ruin what they were doing. He flicked his tongue over her once, twice more, and she went rigid, calling out his name and throwing her head back as she found release.
He couldn't hold himself back any longer, and he pulled himself up the bed and plunged into her, feeling her inner muscles still contracting around him as her orgasm faded. She felt just like he remembered, hot and wet and tight around him, and his hips jerked forward almost of their own accord.
"Thane," she whispered into his ear, "Untie me." He complied, reaching a hand up to skillfully undo his knots while still holding himself up with the other. He didn't want to admit it, but it took effort to do so, and he had to take several deep breaths to keep himself from growing dizzy. Shepard must have read his body language, or his mind, because as soon as she was free, she used her hips to flip them over, so that she was on top of him.
With a wordless noise, she shifted her hips, drawing herself up over his length, and the plunged back down. The resulting friction was wonderful, and Thane rose to meet her. She repeated the action, lifting herself then pushing back down, over and over until they had a rhythm that was making him moan. He moved one of his hands from her hips, and found her clitoris. He tried to tilt his hips while he worked her with his finger, wanting her to come with him. The way that she was rocking her hips with him inside her was bringing him closer and closer to the brink, and he could feel her own muscles starting to tighten again as well.
"Siha, gods, I'm close," he moaned, trying to urge her to move faster while simultaneously holding himself back. Her only reply was a keening sound that nearly undid him, and she leaned back, placing her fingers over his to bring herself to release again. The sight of Shepard touching herself while she rode him was intensely erotic, and when she swiveled her hips around him it was all over. With a shout, he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, spilling himself inside her, riding out the waves of his orgasm. Just as he was finishing, he felt her walls contract around him, and she was there too, calling out his name. The froze like that for a moment, then she collapsed on top of him.
She lifted herself off of him gingerly, and then curled up against his side. Wordlessly, he pulled her against him. It was similar to how they had lain after the first night they had spent together, but so very different. She stroked a hand down his arm, and smiled up at him.
"Any time you want to tie me up, feel free," she said, and he chuckled. Unfortunately, that chuckle quickly transformed into a cough, and he had to sit up for a moment, struggling to regain control over his breathing. Shepard rubbed a hand up and down on his back, comforting him with the feeling of her smooth skin against his scales.
"My apologies," he said, "But I fear that I may not be able to do that again anytime soon." A look of concern covered her face, but she didn't say anything about it. They both knew he was dying, there was no point in dwelling on it. Instead, she wrapped an arm around him and leaned against his back, pressing small, soft kisses on his shoulder.
"Well, next time you feel up to it," she said, "you know my extranet address." He smiled at her, placed a kiss on her forehead, and then the moment was over. Once again, reality intruded upon their lives, and they had to pull on their clothing and step back into the world.
"Thank you, Siha," he said before they left the hotel room.
"I think I should be thanking you," she said, "That was pretty amazing." She grinned at him, and he shook his head, smiling. "Come on," she said, "Let's get back to the hospital. I have some Reapers to kill and you have to go make sure Kaidan doesn't get himself into trouble while I'm off saving the galaxy." They smiled at each other, then brushed their lips together softly, and went back to the real world.
That was the last time he kissed her before he died.