God damn, the past few days had been an absolute fucking whirlwind, no doubt about that. Suffice to say her expectations going into this bout of leave and the reality of how things actually panned out were like night and day. While it was true that it'd been difficult at times, even painful, overall it had been just.. amazing. Nevertheless, it sure was good to be back on the Normandy again. Felt like coming home.

After having dedicated some time to check in with Joker, EDI and the early birds amongst the CIC crew, Shepard was quietly glad to finally be boarding the elevator. Pressing the button for the Upper Deck, she adjusted the strap of her bag bunched at her shoulder, all too aware of the shit-eating grin she was probably wearing right now. Wanting to prepare ahead of time, Garrus had already returned to the ship by the time she'd woken up this morning. Said he wanted to make sure everything was as it should be before they depart. But after pinging him a message to say she was at last on her way, he'd told her where to find him. Told her he'd be waiting for her in the one place on this ship where the newfound status of their relationship wasn't something they'd have to hide. It may have only been hours, but.. god damn, she couldn't wait to see him. Felt giddy all the way here just thinking about it.

By the time the elevator finally churned to a steady stop, she was practically buzzing with excitement. Gathering her things, she was primed and ready to all but bound out of these doors, eager to seek out her newly appointed secret but, not secret boyfriend.

'Boyfriend', she thought amusingly. God damn, that's gonna take some getting used to..

It appears she wasn't alone in her enthusiasm either. As the doors peeled open, her eyes landed on a tall, broad form stood waiting just beyond the threshold, his arms folded and a wicked, knowing grin spread across his face.

"Hey, handsome," she smirked, slinking out of the elevator. "Fancy seeing you here."

"Hey, baby," he purred.

Knowing they were safely away from prying eyes and ears up here, he didn't shy away from reaching for her the way he wanted to. In fact, he pulled her in the instant she stepped off the elevator. Ducked down to take her lips so eagerly you'd think it'd been months since their mouths last met. By christ, did she love it. Loved knowing that this attraction, this yearning, was a powerfully mutual thing.

Eager to indulge him, she let her luggage simply fall to the floor and threw her arms around his neck, letting out a surprised yelp when he suddenly clamped around her waist and hoisted her up into the air. Wrapping her legs around him, she slid her fingers beneath his mandibles and kissed him deeply, shivering at the satisfied groan it coaxed from him in reply.

"What took you so long, hm?"

"It's not even 6am, Big Guy.."

"I've been waiting for you."

"Well, I'm here now," she said playfully. "And we've still got a couple of hours before we ship out.."

"Mm, that's right.. we do, don't we?" he grinned. "Then perhaps I oughta show you what your boyfriend's been working on all morning."

"Is it calibrations, by any chance?"

He rumbled with an amused chuckle, mandibles flittering away like the soft beat of delicate wings.

"Not this time. Let's just say it's something we're both gonna enjoy."

"I like the sound of that."

"I thought you might," he smirked.

He was already moving before he'd finished speaking, carrying her across the hall towards the door to her cabin. She glanced over her shoulder as they whooshed open, her eyes instantly drawn to the array of new additions swimming peacefully through the previously empty tank.

"No way," she gasped. "You got me some fish?"

"Oh.. yeah, that too," he chuckled, following her line of sight. "That's not what I was referring to though."

Curiously, she tore her gaze away from her new collection of marine life and scanned around as they headed deeper into her cabin, her eyes widening the moment she spotted what he was actually referring to.

"..is that your bed?"

"No, mine's still in my cabin.. this is our bed," he grinned.

Eyeing it studiously, she gave his shoulder a pat and he set her down, following on her heels as she padded down the stairs.

"I went and picked it out yesterday," he said. "What do you think?"

Approaching the bed that now resided in place of her own, she appraised it with an air of intrigue. Turian beds were vastly different to what she was used to. The only way she could think to describe them was like something akin to a giant fruit bowl carved from solid wood, only tilted at a slight angle and filled to the brim with mounds of plush cushions and soft blankets. Like a huge, cosy nest designed to accommodate the complexities of the turian physique.

"It looks pretty damn comfy, alright," she told him. "..and expensive."

"Mm, well, you're not wrong," he mused. "But it was worth it. If I'm gonna be staying here from now on, I figured we oughta have something a little more turian friendly."

That was part of the agreement they'd come to when discussing the logistics of how to make their relationship work discreetly. Save for the two of them, no one ever came to her cabin, so choosing this as their private space just made sense. They wouldn't have to worry about anyone barging in or picking up their scent here. Clearly he'd taken that decision and ran with it wholeheartedly.

Running her fingers across the smooth, polished frame, she couldn't help but smile. Just how much time had she spent fretting yesterday? How easily had she let her anxious insecurities get the better of her? She'd been utterly convinced that his silence, his distance, were sure-fire signs that he was about ready to run for the hills after having uncovered the truth of her past. And all along, this was what he'd been doing. This and organising the most magical, romantic surprise date you could imagine.

"Sounds like you had quite the busy day, huh?" she said fondly.

Behind her, she heard the rhythmic thud of his approaching footsteps. Heard his soft chuckles grow closer until they were suddenly right at her ear, the warmth of his body at her back and his strong arms curling around her midriff.

"You could say that," he replied, softly nuzzling against her cheek. "Do you like it?"

Her head fell against him with a contented hum, reaching back to set her hand upon the smooth hide of his jaw.

"I do," she said, idly caressing him. "I think it's perfect, Big Guy."

"I think so too," he replied, lowering his gravelly, dual-toned voice. "Although, I haven't had a chance to test it out yet.. I think we should probably change that, don't you?"

Biting her lip, her eyes fell closed at the feel of his mouth grazing the soft skin of her throat, enticing and feather-light, slowly trailing up to tease that little sensitive spot behind her ear.

"See.. this is why you're the Captain, Blue," she sighed, her head lulling under his affections. "You're one smart cookie."

"Mm, I am, aren't I?"

"Just try not to let it go to your head."

"No promises," he smirked.

Turning in his arms, she gazed up at him with a mirroring smile, pulling him down to press a soft, coaxing kiss upon his mouth.

Then another.

And another.

..and another.

Except each would linger a little longer than the last, until they came to flow together so seamlessly it was impossible to tell where one finished and the other began. His fingers came to lay buried in her hair, while their tongues entwined in a dance they'd shared so many times before, intoxicating in its familiarity. So damn distracting, in fact, that she didn't even realise he was sneakily urging her backwards until she'd already fallen back amongst the heaps of soft cushions.

Casting his visor aside, he climbed between her spread legs with a mischievous chuckle, ducking down to reclaim her kiss like it was rightfully his to take.

"You know.. it's kinda hot when you call me Captain," he murmured, smiling against her lips.

"Is that right?"

"Mhmm," he hummed. "Very much so, as it happens."

A thrill rushed through her at the thought; the hot, turian Captain and his wayward subordinate; a curious idea she'd already pondered once or twice before. God damn, she wasn't sure if his kind were a species that typically dabbled in kinky role play but, she was very keen to find out all of a sudden.

"Well, in that case," she cooed, arching her body into him. "You should know that I've been a bad, bad girl, Captain.."

By christ, did she get her answer. That little flex of his talons. The low, subharmonic growl that rumbled through him. And that grin.. god damn, it was positively fucking lethal.

"Have you now?" he purred, nuzzling into her neck.

He blindly fumbled for the hem of her shirt, pressing kisses along her throat even as he heaved it up and over her head. Craving the raw heat of him, she moved to undress him just the same, until the floor was quickly littered with every last bit of clothing worn between them.

"So, tell me.. what exactly have you been doing that's gotten you into all this trouble, hm?"

Good god, that voice. Would it ever stop effecting her this way?

"Well.." she began. "It's just that I keep having all these really sexy, inappropriate thoughts about my partner.."

"Oh, you do, do you?" he grinned. "You realise that's against Council rules, right?"

Softly, slowly, his hand careened down her body, slipping between her thighs to tease her wetness. Her head fell back with a hushed whimper, too distracted by the feel of his fingers at play to formulate any kind of coherent response. Back and forth, they'd glide through her soaking folds, the enticing roughness of his fingertips toying ever so nicely with her clit.

"I believe I asked you a question," he purred.

Who knows whether it was the playful air of command in his voice or his mesmerising touch that made her body shiver in that moment. Either way, she was very much picking up what he was putting down right now.

"God, I know," she said, sighing blissfully. "Thing is, I know I shouldn't and I really have tried to stop, but.. I just can't seem to get him out of my head."

"Spirits, don't you dare stop."

He swooped in and captured her mouth hungrily. Fiercely. Slid a finger inside her in one smooth move that pulled the air from her chest with a breathless gasp he was all too eager to devour. Clinging to him, her hips bucked into his hand, her body moving to his rhythm as he steadily worked her with an expert touch.

Sneaking an arm between their bodies, she yearned to bestow upon him the same means of pleasure. Craved it, even. Though her eyes widened the instant her hand was lightly swatted away, a wave of disappointment washing over her as his finger swiftly retreated just the same.

Gazing down at her, he smirked at the peculiar mixture of arousal and utter confusion etched across her face, his mandibles spread into a wide, roguish grin.

"..what?" she asked, bemused and a little breathless. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing," he purred, leaning in to press a doting kiss upon her lips. "Now turn over for me."

Raising a single, sleek brow, her mouth quirked at his demand.

"Is that an order, Captain?"

"Damn right it is."

Something came over her then. Something that piqued her desire almost as much as the feel of his hulking body. His intimate touch. Told her to indulge in this enticing little power play if only to see where it may lead. And so, she raised up onto her elbows and held his stormy gaze, slipping into the role with a sly smile upon her lips.

"..and if I refuse?"

"Hm.. see, now that's a tough question," he teased. "Because as your boyfriend, I'd say I am more than happy to fuck you like this.."

He proved his point with a gentle rock of his hips, gliding his grooved, solid length through her sensitive wetness. She bit her lip at the feeling, her traitorous legs falling wider as if to beckon him in.

"But as your Captain.." he smirked, steadily looming over her. "I'd say it's in your best interests that you do as your told."

Her body practically hummed with excitement. His voice.. his warning.. that heated, daring look in his eye.. god damn, if it didn't fuel her more.

"And yet.. here I am," she purred, caressing the sleek plates of his chest. "Still not moving."

"Well.. can't say I didn't warn you."

Lunging forward, he scooped her up in his arms so suddenly that she yelped in surprise, laughing as he flipped her onto her stomach like a horny little pancake.

"My, my," she smirked, chancing a glimpse over her shoulder. "Didn't know you had it in you, Captain."

"Oh, you'd be surprised to learn what I'm capable of under the right circumstances, Miss Shepard."

"I think you'll find that's 'Commander' actually."

He chuckled above her, rich and sinful, ducking down to let his mouth graze a sensuous path across the mark he'd left upon her shoulder only the night before.

"Well then, Commander.. what's it gonna take to get your mind off that partner of yours, hm?"

As he spoke, his hand glided down her side and slipped beneath her stomach, steadily venturing lower until she felt the rough pads of his fingertips lightly gliding over her clit.

"How about this?" he rumbled in her ear. "Do you think this'll do it?"

Honestly, it was hard to think about much of anything when he touched her like that. And if she wasn't enjoying this so much, she likely would've told him so.

"I don't know, Captain," she said enticingly. "I don't think you realise the effect this guy has on me.."

"Oh, I think I do," he purred, caressing through her folds. "You're awfully wet right now, Commander.."

She hissed at the stretch of his finger teasing through her opening, desperate to feel more of him. All of him.

"Fuck," she cursed. "It's kinda hard not to be when you touch me like that."

"Good to know," he teased. "Although, now that I think about it.. I'm not sure this'll cut it after all.."

Relinquishing his touch, she turned to gaze over her shoulder as he pushed up to his knees, towering over her with naught but pure want in his gaze. Raking his talons along the curve of her spine, her body bowed beneath his touch, tantalised by the intoxicating mix of pleasure with just that subtle glint of pain.

"Well, damn, if you aren't just the most beautiful sight," he purred.

Trailing lower, his hands slipped down to splay out across the curves of her ass, spreading them to give him an ample view of her glistening sex. And for a moment, he just stared as though he were mesmerised, idly massaging her cushioned cheeks with that firm, claiming grip.

"Beautiful all over," he rumbled. "..I think my mouth may be better suited for something like this, don't you?"

Her sex pulsed at the thought of his magical tongue and the immeasurable amounts of pleasure she knew it to be capable of. Gripping the higher lip of the bed frame, she raised up onto all fours, realising in that moment just how damn perfect this bed was. Pair the slight tilted axis with all of these cushions, it was going to allow for some very intriguing encounters moving forward. Even now, it put them at the optimal position for him to easily do just about anything he wanted. The perfect angle for him to bury his face between her thighs and make her come completely undone.

"I think that would be best," she teased.

"Mm, so do I," he grinned.

Gaze fixed on her sex, he brushed through her folds with a sweep of his thumb, toying with her clit in teasing little circles as he lowered himself down. Christ, just that alone was enough to spike this brewing ache inside her. Sparked a tingle of anticipation that only grew when she felt the soft gusts of his warm breaths ghosting across her wetness.

Her breath caught when she felt it; the gentle caress of his mouth just skirting where she needed him most. He was toying with her, teasing her, pressing soft, savouring kisses across her sensitive, wanting skin. Veering close, so close, but never quite getting there. God, it was maddening and fucking incredible all at once.

"I know what you're doing, Big Guy.."

"Do you now?" he rumbled. "And what is it you think I'm trying to do, I wonder?"

"You're trying to make me beg."

"Maybe I am.." he purred. "Or maybe I'm just taking my time with you.. you ever think about that?"

And yet, still he persisted, pressing a string of tantalising kisses upon her skin. Each one intended to tease. To taunt. To goad her on until she was relentlessly pent up and pleading him for more.

"Yeah.. you'll have to forgive the insubordination, sir, but I think you're royally full of shit."

His answering chuckle was so deliciously sinful it made her whole body shiver in delight.

"My, my.. is that any way to speak to your Captain?"

"Right now? I think s-"

Her words died with a breathy moan, stunted by the feel of his long, slick tongue deftly grazing over her clit. It only made him laugh more.

"You know.. we turians have a saying.. 'patience is the child of wisdom'."

She turned to meet his gaze over her shoulder, raising an indignant brow.

"Do I look like I'm feeling particularly patient right now?"

At that, he took a moment to drink in every little detail of her naked body, soaking up the view of her spread before him with a broad, wolfish grin.

"No.. no you do not," he replied. "You look like my horny little angel and it is sexy as hell."

A rosy flush spread across her cheeks, apparently victory enough that he saw fit to bring an end to his teasing games. Firmly squeezing the curves of her ass, he dipped from view and nuzzled amongst her folds, rumbling with a lustful purr as he eagerly lapped up her taste.

There it is.

Her head fell forward with a blissful sigh, lulled by the delectable roughness of his mouth plates and the lave of his artful tongue. Considering he'd never pleasured a woman like this before they met, he was an absolute master in the oral arts these days. He just knew exactly what to do. Knew to follow the cues her body gave. And boy, didn't he just. From then on, he pleasured her incessantly until she was practically melting into the cushions, moaning and cursing as he tongue fucked her into oblivion.

"Spirits," he purred, coming up for air. "I could happily do this all damn day."

"No kidding," she panted. "Christ, you went down on me so many times last night you'd think I was an all you can eat turian buffet."

"Damn right, I did. And you loved every damn minute."

"God help me, I really did.."

With a devilish chuckle, he dove right back in for more. But he knew that she was nearing the brink. He always knew. And so, he switched up the tempo in pursuit of her release. Worked her so artfully that he made her body sing. Over and over, he massaged her clit in slow, meticulous circles while his tongue sneakily veered higher. Slipped up to tease her hole, easing inside her ass so slowly that it pulled a low, husky moan from her throat.

"Oh fuck me," she cursed, falling amongst the cushions.

It just felt too good. Too much. With his fingers busily at play and his tongue in her ass, her core was winding itself so tight that she could hardly breathe. And before long, he'd turned her into nothing more than a hot, whimpering mess. Powerless to do anything but lay there and take everything he had to give. God damn, if she didn't fucking love it.

Fuelled by the sight of her, the feel of her, his machinations grew bolder, quicker, his tongue delving deeper. It felt relentless. Insistent. Impossible to ignore to the point where it was almost unbearable. Her core pulsed and throbbed with indescribable desire. She writhed and moaned and clung to the bed frame, panting desperately as she teetered on the edge.

And then it hit her like a god damn freight train. Tumbling off the cliff, she cried out for her Captain as her body quaked with an overwhelming climax, and he lapped it up greedily. Hungrily. Slid his tongue deep inside her to devour every last drop of her orgasm, the sound of his deep, lustful growls seeping into every corner of the cabin.

Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her as she lay there, moaning at the feel of his slick, alien tongue laving across her sex, relishing the climax he'd coaxed from her so deftly. Until finally, the sensation began to ebb and ease, and her body shook beneath his delicate touch in its hypersensitive state.

"Oh man," she panted, fighting to catch her breath. "That was.."

She heard him chuckling away behind her. Saw his shadow stretch across the bed as he pushed up to his knees, his fingers gliding, soft and gentle, through her slick, aching wetness.

"How you feelin' about that partner of yours, hm? Still thinking about him?"

"If I say yes, will you do that again?"

"Baby, I'll happily do it again whatever your answer."

At that, she turned to meet his gaze over her shoulder, giving her ass a wiggle nearly as cheeky as her smile.

"Then I'm all yours, Captain," she purred.

His gaze darkened with a low, rumbling growl, his eyes flicking down to admire her playful little display.

"You know.. you really oughta be careful," he warned, firmly squeezing the curve of her ass. "You keep doing that and you might start giving me other ideas."

Her face scrunched up as the gears in her head churned away, her eyes damn near flying open the instant she clocked what he meant.

"You've got to be kidding."

"What?" he smirked. "Why not?"

Incredulous, she shifted onto her side, gazing up at him in utter disbelief.

"'why not?'" she yelped. "Are you kidding? You barely fit inside me as it is!"

"You know I'll be careful," he purred, lightly raking his talons along her thigh. "I thought you'd like it, you love it when I use my tongue on you.."

God, he's right, I really do..

"That's.. it's different."

Fleeing his gaze, she felt a flood of heat rush to her cheeks, and he noticed it instantly. He rumbled with a devilish laugh, looming over her with a wicked, knowing grin.

"Eva Amelia Shepard.. have you gone shy on me?"

"No," she argued, maybe a little louder than she'd intended. "Look, I am not shy, alright? It's just.. I've never.. done that before."

His brow plates shot up in surprise.

"Seriously?"

"Ugh.. yes."

For a moment, his eyes just wandered over her naked form, studying her like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. But then, his expression shifted to something for more devious, and he dipped down to nuzzle into her neck with a low, wanting purr.

"Baby, that only makes you all the more tempting to me."

"What.. the idea of splitting me in half?!"

"No," he chuckled, pressing a kiss against her throat. "The idea of taking you in a way no other man has."

Well.. when he put it that way, she couldn't deny the appeal of it. And if they weren't talking about sticking the equivalent of a fucking shotgun up her ass, she might well consider it.

"You've got the sexiest little ass, Eva," he purred in her ear. "The kind that needs to be fucked."

"Jesus, Garrus."

She blushed profusely from head to toe with nowhere to hide, and he couldn't but laugh upon seeing it.

"You know, you really are cute when you're all shy like this, baby," he teased, softly nuzzling her cheek. "It's kinda turning me on a little bit.."

"God damn it, I am not shy," she huffed. "I'm just.. understandably cautious."

"I get that.. but if its something you wanted to try, we could always take things slow."

"..what do you mean?"

"Well, you've got those little toys and things, right? We could start with something like that. If you don't like it, we stop. But if you do.. which, for what's it worth, I think you will.. then we gradually work our way up to it. Slowly, at whatever pace you're comfortable with."

She bubbled up with a laugh before she could catch it, swiftly covering her mouth to stifle her giggling.

"..what?" he chuckled.

"No, no.. its nothing," she tittered, waving it off. "Sorry, it's just funny to hear you being so thoughtful and attentive while talking about shoving things up my ass."

He grimaced at that, the little ridges along his nose crinkling in distaste.

"I'm not 'shoving' anything anywhere," he insisted. "All I wanna do is give you pleasure, Eva. I wanna explore things with you that we'll both enjoy. While I can't pretend it isn't something I've thought about, I won't push if it's not what you're into."

Thinking of the little bullet toys she had stashed in the bedside drawer, she couldn't deny she was intrigued by the idea. But those were tiny. Barely bigger than her finger. Garrus' cock was something else entirely.

"So long as we start with something small.. I guess I'd be interested to try it," she confessed. "Just.. not today."

"No, not today," he chuckled, gently tracing the curve of her cheek. "I'd rather wait until that look of terror is gone from your eyes."

"Ass," she snorted.

With a lopsided grin, he ducked down to capture her mouth in a slow, sensuous kiss, subtly urging her to shift amongst the cushions until she came to lay upon her back.

"You're not too disappointed, right?" she murmured against his mouth.

Chuckling softly, he settled between her legs and trailed his hands down her body; careening along her sides, her hips, her thighs. All the way down until he hooked beneath her knees, heaving them up and over his hip spurs.

"Honey, I want you like crazy pretty much constantly," he smirked. "Trust me, I'll gladly take you however I can get you."

"I know the feeling," she purred, weaving her arms around his neck. "So how about you and I break this bed in properly, hm?"

"Now there's an idea.."

With a lazy rock of his hips, she felt every inch of his embellished length gliding through her aching wetness. Felt the nudge of the thick, glistening head brushing against her clit. Good god, did it feel incredible. Still highly sensitive from her orgasm, even that was enough to make her breath catch. To make her heart race and her sex pulse with a burning need to be filled.

Coaxing him down, she captured his mouth hungrily, moaning into his kiss as he sunk into her in one slow, toe-curling hit. Honestly, she wasn't sure it was a feeling she'd ever quite get used to. The feel of his girth stretching her to her limit.. those grooves along his cock toying with all of her hidden sweet spots.. it set her body alight with pure, unabashed want. Barely seconds in and she could already feel herself unravelling beneath him.

"God, Garrus," she breathed, tenderly cradling his jaw. "I honestly don't think I could ever get enough of you."

He swept the stray strands of hair away from her dewy brow, gazing down at her with the most soft, adoring smile.

"You've got all of me, beautiful. And I'm sure as hell not going anywhere."

Closing the distance, he took her lips once more, distracting her with his long, slick tongue while his hand sneakily crept beneath her back.

"Oh," she gasped.

It happened so fast that it made her head spin. One minute she was laid out amongst the cushions, next thing he was heaving her up into the air, lifting her with him as he straightened up to his knees. Hooking her ankles at his back, he held her to him with his brute strength, locking an arm around her frame while his other hand cupped the nape of her neck and urged her mouth towards his own. She opened herself to him eagerly, softly moaning into his kiss as he began to manoeuvre her body just so. He lifted her off his length slowly, raising her up until he drew back right to the tip. And then just as steadily, he'd lower her back down until she'd taken him as far as she could go. Taken every groove, every nook, inch by delectable inch. Taking his time, he did that over and over. Had her riding his thick cock until the cabin was filled with their collective, shallowed breaths.

"Fuck, I love how strong you are," she panted, clinging to him desperately. "It turns me on like crazy."

"Oh yeah? You like it when I take control?"

Biting her lip, all she could do was nod in reply. Because despite herself.. the trials of her past.. she really did like it. More so than she would've ever expected. If it were anyone else, she wouldn't stand for it. Couldn't cope with it. Just the idea of it would be enough to have her hackles raised in a blind panic. But here he was; manipulating her body like she was his little plaything; touching her possessively, like she was rightfully his to do so. And the truth was, she found it exciting as hell. It just.. it felt different with Garrus. He treated her like she was his, yes.. but not his to own. He made her feel like she was his to cherish. To protect, and to worship. She didn't belong to him.. they belonged to each other. As partners. As equals. And it was that very feeling that allowed her to let go in a sense she never had before. To let down those walls and explore him just the same.

God, she loved him. Loved the freedom and security she felt in his presence; the sense of peace and tranquillity she only ever found in his arms. As she held his wanting gaze, she could feel the words dancing on the tip of her tongue. Dangerous words that'd been lurking in the back of her mind for some time now. Words she'd never once uttered to another.

And yet.. she knew it was too soon. He was nowhere near ready to hear them, and neither was she quite able to bring herself to say them aloud just yet. For now, she would love him quietly. Discreetly.

And so, she leaned in and kissed him to stay her traitorous tongue, letting herself get lost in him as he took the control she craved and ravished her something rotten. Throwing her down amongst the cushions, he took her long and hard. Took her until she was seeing so many stars you'd think she was floating amongst the vastness of space, hearing his echoed roars tear through the cabin as he filled her with his lust.

By the time they were through, they were left so utterly sated they could hardly find the wherewithal to speak. Curled up together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, they lay panting to the ceiling, grinning like a couple of idiots as they met each other's gaze. Because against all odds, here they were; together.. in their cabin.. on their ship. Whatever trials awaited them in the days to come, at least they finally had this. Had the very thing they'd coveted and craved for so long. Keeping their relationship a secret was by no means going to be easy but, it was worth every bit of effort to have moments like these.

God damn, she thought, gazing into his deep blue eyes. If only we could just stay up here forever.