Alive

“ETA, two hours,” Joker told her.

What was she supposed to do for two hours? Shepard was geared up, ready to get on with saving her crew and ending this particular threat to humanity.

“Thanks, Joker,” she turned and headed up to her quarters.
Shepard sat at her desk, a stack of data pads waiting for her. Data pads she’d poured over and over, hoping that there was something else there that would shed some light on the coming battle. There was one in the stack that made her lips turn up at the corners when it caught her eye.

It was the information Mordin had given her. Per his suggestion she’d been using the balm he suggested to protect her skin, as well as that anti-histamine. She felt a little girlish and a little foolish. Nothing would happen until after this mission, she was certain. However, a woman could hope, right?

She set the information from Mordin aside and turned her attention to what she deemed, at this time, to be more relevant information. Two hours to kill and she couldn’t think of any other way to spend it at this point. Well, truthfully, she could, and that would be to spend the remaining time down in Life Support.

Shepard shook her head, dismissing the thought. She wasn’t going to push him. She wasn’t going to push a man who’d had a wife, a man who was going to die. “Only on his terms,” she said quietly to herself.

She thought she heard a noise outside her door. The elevator? No, no, hopeful thinking.

A minute passed, as she read over her Collector data, and she heard the control panel on the door make a noise. She looked up a second before it opened, and there he stood.

Thane approached her, something important clearly on his mind. “Siha, I…” he paused and turned away. “I have known I would die for many years.”

He began to pace as he spoke,” I’ve tried to leave the galaxy a better than I found it. You’ve helped me achieve more than I ever thought possible. We’ve righted many wrongs… “he looked down,” I’ve spoken to my son.”

He turned to look Shepard in the face, “I should be at peace on the eve of battle.”

Shepard finally rose from her seat and approached him, placed a hand on his arm. “Stop, don’t give me a speech,” she whispered. She just wanted him to stay, for them to be in each other’s presence.

He looked into her eyes, “I’m ashamed.”

She reached out, gently running a hand over his cheek, before he took her wrist, to pull her hand away. He once again turned away from her. Shepard felt a slight twinge of disappointment in this pit of her stomach at his reaction.

Thane leaned against her desk, back to her. Shepard approached slowly, and saw the tears pooling in his eyes before he punched the desk in frustration.

“I have worked so hard,” he began, pain apparent in his voice, “meditated and prayed and done good deeds.” He looked over his shoulder at her, still speaking, “Atoned for the evils I’ve done… prepared.”

He looked away from her again, “I consider my body’s death and a chill settles in my gut. I’m afraid, and it shames me.”
Shepard slowly approached him. This man she had grown to care about so much, even possibly love, in these last months was in pain. She wanted it to stop.

Gently, Shepard took his hand, pulled him gently so he would turn towards her. She looked him in the eyes, “Be alive with me tonight.”

She pulled him a little closer, and pressed her lips to his. His lips were firm, but smooth, and having her own pressed to his caused her stomach to do a tiny flip. They parted slowly, and Shepard opened her eyes to look into Thane’s.

Concern showed on his face for a moment. He knew that their having a physical relationship, at the very least, could lead to discomfort on her part. At the same time, what did he expect would happen? They would have a long talk about the coming mission?

He held her closely, “Siha, I don’t want to do anything that could harm you.”

A slight blush came over her cheeks; that conversation with Mordin had caught her off guard, but was ultimately helpful. “To tell you the truth, it’s been taken care of,” she replied quietly.
He pulled away to gauge her face, then smiled. “I see the fine doctor spoke with you, too.”

“He gave me some things, just in case,” she said quietly. She smiled up at him sheepishly. Admitting this, sort of, made her feel like a kid caught with her hand in a cookie jar.

Thane looked down at her, a smile pulling up the corners of his lips, ever so slightly. He pulled Shepard close again, pressing his lips once again to hers. This time he kissed her with a little more enthusiasm. Shepard wrapped her arms closely around him, as well. She pressed her body against his, desperate to feel him.

Their lips parted. “Siha,” Thane sighed softly.

Shepard moved her hands up, and under his jacket. Slowly, she ran her hands down his arms, pushing his jacket down. He pulled away enough so that the piece of clothing could fall to the floor. In return, he pulled off her shirt, revealing a modest white camisole.

Shepard watched as Thane turned to the bed, and sat down. She then followed and sat facing him. Softly he ran a hand along the side of her face before pressing his lips lightly to her neck, slowly tracing a line down to her collar bone. The hand that had been caressing her face, trailed down and he traced a finger along the line where her camisole met skin.

She leaned toward him, again allowing their lips to meet. Slowly she ran her hands over his muscular chest and down his arms, allowing herself to take in the feeling and texture of his skin. She was certain that he had been doing the same thing.

Again he placed a hand against her cheek. “So soft,” he whispered against her lips, as if he had been reading her thoughts.
She lightly ran her tongue along his bottom lip, before trailing slow kisses down his neck, and down over his chest. She deliberately placed one long kiss right above the zipper on his chest, before pulling it down.

Thane quickly shrugged out of the article of clothing before grabbing Shepard. He pulled her onto his lap, so that she was straddling his thighs, facing him. He placed another firm kiss on her collar bone before pulling off her white camisole, revealing her small, soft breasts and rose-pink colored nipples.

He brought his hands up, somewhat hesitantly, to feel the swell of her breasts before feeling her nipples with her fingertips.
Shepard moaned in pleasure. Unable to help herself she ground her pelvis against his, and could feel that he was hard though his clothing.

Thane gasped in surprise and pleasure at her reaction. He brought his mouth to her breast, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, and running his tongue over it. She whimpered softly. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but think that he could never imagine this woman as vulnerable as she was right now.

Shepard pulled away from Thane and, using one hand, unfastened her pants. She began to push them down her hips, but Thane put a hand over hers and stopped her. Before she had a chance to look up and see what was wrong, Thane moved her so that she was on the mattress below him, and he was pulling her pants off the rest of the way, leaving her in nothing but plain cotton panties.

She hooked her fingers on the waist of his pants, and sat up enough to pull them off. She was surprised to see that he wore no underclothing. She found herself staring at his sizable member.

“Siha is something wrong?” he asked, not completely understanding her reaction.

She blushed slightly and shook her head, before reaching out to run a finger over the tip of his organ.

He gasped sharply, before reaching down and pulling her underwear down, and out of the way.

“I’m sorry, Siha,” he began, positioning himself at her moist entrance, “but I cannot wait any longer.”

He pressed his lips hard to hers, before sliding all the way inside her with one east thrust. Shepard moaned loudly, though his lips were still pressed against hers. It had been a long time since she’d been with someone, and even longer since she’d been with a man.

Slowly he began to thrust into her. Shepard moved her hips in time with his thrusts. Her fingertips pressed into his shoulders as he began to thrust more quickly.

“Thane!” she gasped. “I can’t last much longer!”

In response, he pulled her legs up so that her knees were over his shoulders and began to thrust harder. They both moaned loudly with pleasure as they reached their peak.

Thane moved her legs back down before collapsing on top of Shepard.
After a moment he spoke, “I’m sorry, it’s been many years.”

Shepard kissed him before replying, “Do I look unsatisfied?”

He smiled a little, and kissed her shoulder.

“Besides,” she continued, “we still have more time.”

“That’s true,” he replied, running a hand along her arm, feeling her soft skin.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Alive.”


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Thanks for reading this; it’s my first “adult” fic.
Depending if I can get over blushing when using some of these terms, I would like to make a second chapter.

I couldn’t have finished this without the following:
“Help, I’m Alive” by Metric
“Lovers (Mei & Jin)” from The House of Flying Daggers