Sympathy in the Strangest Places

As he watched Shepard walk out his door, Thane tried to keep the memory of the last painful minutes from surfacing. He failed.

Her soap smells floral. She says his name warmly. His heart skips a beat. "Siha." "What does that mean?" Her lips turn downwards as he explains. "I can't return your feelings." Hopes shattered. She awkwardly grabs his hands. Explains that he is still a valued team member.

The door has been closed and Thane allows the first fat tear to roll down his face. It was too much to hope for, he had been too greedy. Two sihas in one life was more than he deserved. He got up and paced around his small room, trying to shake off his melancholy. He had embraced the coming death of his body before, he could do it again and find peace in his last months.

Without thinking he found himself leaving his quarters. Following some unnamed impulse, he found himself standing before Samara's door. He looked at the door quizzically, unsure of why he was there, but decided to follow the path before him and go inside. Samara faced the stars, lost in biotic meditation. Her pale blue skin glowed faintly in the dimness of the room. It took Thane a moment to comprehend that she was completely nude.

"Thane."

"I have come at a bad time," he murmured bashfully. He took a step backwards even though his eyes refused to leave the voluptuous curves of her backside.

"You have come when you needed to come," she replied steadily, rising in a graceful motion. "I can hear the pain in your voice. You tried to live again." It was a statement of fact, but her tone was compassionate. She took a step towards the viewing window. In the reflection of the glass he could see the proud swell of her breasts, the tempting curve of her belly. His soul was confused, but his body had accepted her invitation to stay and so he nodded.

"It was foolish of me. She has many options and I--" he broke off, squelching the memory once again. "I projected upon her what I wanted to see, instead of seeing what was truly there." Samara was silent for a moment, then turned slowly towards him. Her silvery eyes were brighter than the stars behind her and her gaze penetrated his soul. He felt his breathing quicken as the asari goddess began to slowly stride towards him.

"You were weak in the most common way, that is nothing to be ashamed of," she spoke softly. He wondered if he was imagining the huskiness in her voice. "All of us have needs. No matter how wise, worldly, or experienced, all of us have that need inside us." She stood chest to chest with the drell and gently wiped the remnant of a tear away from his cheek. "Even I." He felt an almost electrical tingle where her fingers gently brushed first his cheek and then his lower lip.

He clenched his fingers and then unsteadily raised his hands to her bare shoulders, almost jerking away from the charge of touching her bare skin. "Samara, I--" "I cannot be what you are looking for, drell. I will not be your love. But we can share comfort and pleasure. In that, perhaps, you can celebrate the waning days of your life." She didn't blink, her gaze searing him as she waited for his decision. Without words he lowered his lips to hers and found her ready to receive him. She tasted of water and air, a clean and calm sensation that swept through his body and snapped him out of his self-pitying fugue and into the moment.

He'd always been told he was a good kisser and as his tongue gently probed Samara's mouth he felt her body began to respond to him. She pressed those large, full breasts against his chest and he could feel the dark blue nipples hardening against him through his coat. He released her long enough to shrug off the garment, then wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He slid one leg between hers, pressing her sex on his muscular leg as his hands wandered over her back and buttocks. Everywhere skin touched skin felt invigorated, alive with the sensation of the asari's nervous system tentatively touching his, awakening his nerves in a way he had never felt before.

After what felt like an eternity she broke off the kiss and lead him to the great observation windows. Watching the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts, the small drop of moisture from her sex that hit the floor as she walked, he became suddenly aware of how hard his cock was straining against his pants and hurriedly shed them. She turned her back to the window and pressed herself against it, arms gracefully held above her head, posing for him. He instantly knew it would be a memory he would relive a thousand times.

He closed the distance and began fondling her breasts, amazed at the weight and supple texture of them. She allowed the smallest moan of approval to pass her dark lips and she shifted her position to spread her legs for him. It was the sign he had been waiting for. He slid his hands under her butt cheeks, lifted her up against the glass, and with a single thrust he buried himself inside her. He threw his head back and howled as all the nerve endings in his cock awakened at once in a symphony of agonizing pleasure.

Slowly he started to thrust into Samara, memorizing the sound of her moans as their nervous systems began to link. He was amazed as the muscles inside her rippled and flexed against him individually, stimulated him in ways he'd never felt before. As he picked up the pace he became dimly aware of a new sensation tickling the back of his brain in a bizarre but tantalizing way. Harder and harder he rocked against her, and he realized he could kind of feel what she was feeling.

Now aware of every sensitive bit of her body, he teased her. He nipped at her neck and ran his fingers through the canals of her crest while she came and cried out in her native language. He shifted her hips so he was hitting just the right spot in her, or was it him? He was losing the ability to tell the difference. He was penetrating and being penetrated in an endless recursive cycle of sexual ecstasy.

He looked up again to the windows and found himself entranced by what he saw. It was like the stars were dancing in time to the music their bodies were making. Some tiny, rational part of his mind dredged up a factoid about how some alien species found the mild toxins on drell skin to be a hallucinogenic. Were asari one of those species? He couldn't remember, but if they were she could have absorbed some of it through the thin, moist membrane of her sex. And if she was high...

He looked back down to the writhing, moaning blue goddess in his arms. Her eyes were shut, her mind lost in the waves of ecstasy that echoed between them. He pulled her away from the window, supporting her entire weight as she wrapped her beautiful legs around his waist, and he made every thrust a prayer to the wide, beautiful universe that seemed to be throbbing in time with his cock. He felt her grip tighten in anticipation of the inevitable and he buried his face in those beautiful breasts as he came. At the same time she screamed with another orgasm and the feedback loop between the two of them overloaded his neurons so hard that he blacked out.

He woke some time later on the cool floor where he had fallen. Samara was seated once more, facing the windows and meditating. A half-used tube of medi-gel lay beside her and he could see a few points of irritation on her blue skin. For the moment he just admired the beauty of the woman contrasted with the view.

"I have never been with a drell before. It was an interesting experience." He thought he could hear a hint of a smile in her voice. He shook his head and stretched his shoulder. It felt bruised. "I would say the same. Every hears about the asari but how could one accurately describe that?"

They enjoyed a period of companionable silence as he collected his clothes. He felt still inside, calm. His regrets and worries felt far away, re-compartmentalized after the emotional toil of the past weeks. He settled down to sit beside Samara, also facing the windows.

"May I join you in meditation?"

"If you wish."