not so porny, but I’m reblogging because this is a pairing I haven’t seen before!
The sequel to this http://lynionpoe.tumblr.com/post/110491117848/chat-between-friends . A rather cute fic I’ve been trying to get out for… a couple months. Finally done! Shrios fluff, with Shep wanting to ask for a rather… permanent arrangement.
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Thane wasn’t exactly a sound sleeper these days. The slightest noises could rouse him back to reality, where his lungs burned with every breath, his chest felt like a vice, his throat like it was swollen with infection. It seemed like years since his last settled sleep.
Although it had only been hours. Shepard’s visit earlier had manage to settle him both in body and mind, calming him enough that he had fallen asleep so easily, without even noticing, until his communicator had gone off.
He shouldn’t have thought of her. He turned his head wearily to the window, gazing out dully on the city below. He missed her already. She would be back tomorrow, he knew that, and he was grateful for it. Grateful when she had to spend so long away. But it was never enough time. And he… he was always so tired.
He could scarcely be of much interest anymore. Yet she always wanted to be with him. Thane smiled slightly, then let out a ragged sigh, curling up tightly on his side and forcing his eyes shut. He could at least attempt to sleep. Shepard tried to hide it, but he remembered every flicker of her eyes when she visited, scanning his face, noting every deepened line and crease. Before she smiled, caressed his cheeks lovingly.
“I’ll be back tomorrow, ‘kay?” Her soft lips against his forehead. He lets out a tired breath, tightens his hold on her.
“Tomorrow? You’ll be back?” He tries to hide the yearning in his voice. Certain he fails. She’s stroking his neck, over his frill. Her touch is light and careful.
“We’re stuck here a few days getting the Normandy fixed. Whatever free time I have is yours, Thane.”
“… time left, and if he asks me to leave, I will.” The voice cut through his memories like a shard of glass. Thane lifted his head curiously. Was it really?… “Please? I really don’t wanna just wave my spectre status in your face, I just want my… my partner.”
It was her. He sat up, slinging his legs over the side of the bed. He heard the nurse sigh, and her voice was soft when she spoke. “All right. I can’t really stop you… as long as he wants you there.”
“If he complains, I’ll be outta here faster than you can say ‘that’s bullshit, Shepard’.”
