FemShep/Wrex: Another Man's Child 4/?
anonymous
August 21 2013, 00:53:40 UTC
Shepard looked over at him and gave him a smile that did strange things to his insides. He shot a glance at Bakara, who followed him back to the group. Shepard hauled herself upright and greeted Bakara with a hug. They talked about the evolution of the new krogan government but she had to excuse herself a few minutes in, saying that her back and feet were killing her. She and Wrex made their goodbyes and climbed back into the tomkah with a small crate of food for Shepard. She leaned back and closed her eyes.
“You all right?” he asked. Her head rolled and she opened her eyes to look at him with a tired smile.
“Yeah. This kid is taking a lot out of me. I’m so tired of being pregnant.”
“I think it suits you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She closed her eyes again, the ghost of her smile still on her lips. When they reached his house, he had to lift her down and let her take his elbow to help her into the house. She lowered herself onto one of the benches with a relieved sigh and Wrex shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Is there anything you need?”
“Sit down, big guy, you’re making me nervous standing there like that.” She patted the spot next to her and leaned over on his shoulder as soon as he was settled. Hesitantly, he put his arm around her and she hummed in approval. The house was quiet, lit only by a few torches in the creeping twilight, and Wrex was thoroughly enjoying the feel of a warm woman under his hand. It had been a while since he and Bakara had last been together, and he just hadn’t had the time to issue a new breeding request. There was the fact that Shepard wasn’t just any female, she was a battlemaster in her own right with a strong krantt and a warrior’s heart. That she was also a breeding female only added to the feeling that made his chest tight and his blood run hot.
Shepard groaned and pressed a hand to her belly. “What?” Wrex asked, on alert. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, she’s just kicking me kinda hard today. She’s starting to run out of room in there.”
“She’s . . . kicking?”
“Yeah.” She looked up at his perplexed face and elaborated, “Sometimes, human babies stretch in the womb. It’s normal, but in the late stages of pregnancy it can hurt a little because the baby’s so big.”
“Aaahh.”
She sat up and took his hand. “Here, you can feel it.” She put his hand on the side of her belly and covered it with her own. They had to wait a few seconds until the baby moved again, right up against Wrex’s palm. His eyes flew open and Shepard grinned widely.
“That’s amazing,” he said, and meant it. He pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. “So, uh, you can have the bed.”
“Where are you gonna sleep?”
“Probably right here,” he said, thumping the bench. She looked horrified.
“But it’s made of rock! There’s no padding at all.”
Wrex rolled his eyes. “I’m a krogan, not a pyjack. I’ve slept on worse in my time.”
“Nonsense, you can share the bed with me.”
He opened his mouth to protest but there was suddenly a voice in his head that told him that this was probably another one-time-only deal, and he owed it to himself to take her up on it. “All right. You take the side near the wall.”
“You all right?” he asked. Her head rolled and she opened her eyes to look at him with a tired smile.
“Yeah. This kid is taking a lot out of me. I’m so tired of being pregnant.”
“I think it suits you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She closed her eyes again, the ghost of her smile still on her lips. When they reached his house, he had to lift her down and let her take his elbow to help her into the house. She lowered herself onto one of the benches with a relieved sigh and Wrex shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Is there anything you need?”
“Sit down, big guy, you’re making me nervous standing there like that.” She patted the spot next to her and leaned over on his shoulder as soon as he was settled. Hesitantly, he put his arm around her and she hummed in approval. The house was quiet, lit only by a few torches in the creeping twilight, and Wrex was thoroughly enjoying the feel of a warm woman under his hand. It had been a while since he and Bakara had last been together, and he just hadn’t had the time to issue a new breeding request. There was the fact that Shepard wasn’t just any female, she was a battlemaster in her own right with a strong krantt and a warrior’s heart. That she was also a breeding female only added to the feeling that made his chest tight and his blood run hot.
Shepard groaned and pressed a hand to her belly. “What?” Wrex asked, on alert. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, she’s just kicking me kinda hard today. She’s starting to run out of room in there.”
“She’s . . . kicking?”
“Yeah.” She looked up at his perplexed face and elaborated, “Sometimes, human babies stretch in the womb. It’s normal, but in the late stages of pregnancy it can hurt a little because the baby’s so big.”
“Aaahh.”
She sat up and took his hand. “Here, you can feel it.” She put his hand on the side of her belly and covered it with her own. They had to wait a few seconds until the baby moved again, right up against Wrex’s palm. His eyes flew open and Shepard grinned widely.
“That’s amazing,” he said, and meant it. He pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. “So, uh, you can have the bed.”
“Where are you gonna sleep?”
“Probably right here,” he said, thumping the bench. She looked horrified.
“But it’s made of rock! There’s no padding at all.”
Wrex rolled his eyes. “I’m a krogan, not a pyjack. I’ve slept on worse in my time.”
“Nonsense, you can share the bed with me.”
He opened his mouth to protest but there was suddenly a voice in his head that told him that this was probably another one-time-only deal, and he owed it to himself to take her up on it. “All right. You take the side near the wall.”
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