FemShep/Wrex: Another Man's Child 5/?
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August 21 2013, 00:57:19 UTC
They readied themselves for bed and Wrex turned his back so she could change into a loose tee shirt and shorts, his brain torturing him by supplying all kinds of images about what she might look like now under her clothes. She got into the bed first and he slid in next to her, then tried to get comfortable by lying on his back to stare resolutely at the ceiling and try to forget how much he wanted to touch her.
“Wrex.”
“Hmmph.”
“Wrex, look at me.”
He had to roll onto his side to get down closer to her eye level, and she regarded him seriously. “Do you ever think about those days when we were fighting Saren?”
“Sure I do, but you sound like you’re talking about one part in particular.”
“I am.”
“And which part would that be?”
“You know which one.”
He did. It had been right after they’d recovered his family’s armor. He’d been feeling sentimental and Shepard had come down for one of her customary chats. As it happened, they had a lot in common, and there was something about her that coaxed him out of his shell and got him talking about things he hadn’t thought about in centuries. That night, she’d handed him a bottle of ryncol and she matched him shot for shot with her own bottle of tequila until they were both properly sloshed.
They’d started off trading lighthearted insults and taunts, but before long their jabs had taken on an edge of flirting. Her green eyes kept meeting his over her glass, and she smiled more than he’d seen her do before. By the end of the night, she was in his lap with her legs around his waist and he was trying to figure out how to get her clothes off without dislodging her too much because those little hands of hers were doing absolutely unspeakable things between his legs. He’d learned a lot about the things a human mouth was capable of, too. The next morning, she hadn’t acted any different around him but she hadn’t mentioned it again, either. He’d had no problem with it-krogan women were much the same way unless they were looking for a mate-but he found himself wondering if they could ever do something like that again.
“What about it?” he asked, his voice low in the gathering darkness as the torches began to gutter.
“Would you maybe want to . . . uh . . . I mean, if you don’t that’s fine, it’s just that I--”
“Shepard.” She bit her lip and looked up at him. “I want to.”
“Even with me like this?” Her hand swept down her body in an all-encompassing gesture and Wrex nodded.
“Especially with you like that.” He put a hand on her stomach and kept his gaze there when he spoke. “Is that why you came here?”
“I missed you. I wanted to try again, with you, but then the Reapers hit and Kaidan came back and had me all confused . . . I don’t know.”
“You missed me.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He curled his claws into his palm and stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. “It’s about time. I’m quite the catch, you know.”
“And so modest.” She scooted closer to him and closed her eyes when his touch drifted over her swollen breasts and back down to her belly. He laid his palm on her and she smiled. “You’re really fascinated by my stomach, aren’t you?”
“It looks so . . . different.”
“Different in a good way or a bad way?” she asked, and she tried to hold on to the levity in her voice, but failed. Wrex pulled her closer and lowered his face to her hair. Her breath caught in her throat and she found herself surrounded by the dry, acrid, dusty scent of him, like sagebrush and guns.
“Definitely good. And Shepard . . . I missed you, too.” He fingered the edge of her shirt and pulled it up just under her breasts. With one glance at her flushed face and parted lips, he ran his tongue out and trailed a warm, wet line up the slope of her belly. Shepard let out a shaky sigh and reached out to touch his face. “Uh, how careful do I have to be?”
“I’m not sure, I haven’t been with anyone since . . . just be gentle and I’ll tell you what works.”
“Wrex.”
“Hmmph.”
“Wrex, look at me.”
He had to roll onto his side to get down closer to her eye level, and she regarded him seriously. “Do you ever think about those days when we were fighting Saren?”
“Sure I do, but you sound like you’re talking about one part in particular.”
“I am.”
“And which part would that be?”
“You know which one.”
He did. It had been right after they’d recovered his family’s armor. He’d been feeling sentimental and Shepard had come down for one of her customary chats. As it happened, they had a lot in common, and there was something about her that coaxed him out of his shell and got him talking about things he hadn’t thought about in centuries. That night, she’d handed him a bottle of ryncol and she matched him shot for shot with her own bottle of tequila until they were both properly sloshed.
They’d started off trading lighthearted insults and taunts, but before long their jabs had taken on an edge of flirting. Her green eyes kept meeting his over her glass, and she smiled more than he’d seen her do before. By the end of the night, she was in his lap with her legs around his waist and he was trying to figure out how to get her clothes off without dislodging her too much because those little hands of hers were doing absolutely unspeakable things between his legs. He’d learned a lot about the things a human mouth was capable of, too. The next morning, she hadn’t acted any different around him but she hadn’t mentioned it again, either. He’d had no problem with it-krogan women were much the same way unless they were looking for a mate-but he found himself wondering if they could ever do something like that again.
“What about it?” he asked, his voice low in the gathering darkness as the torches began to gutter.
“Would you maybe want to . . . uh . . . I mean, if you don’t that’s fine, it’s just that I--”
“Shepard.” She bit her lip and looked up at him. “I want to.”
“Even with me like this?” Her hand swept down her body in an all-encompassing gesture and Wrex nodded.
“Especially with you like that.” He put a hand on her stomach and kept his gaze there when he spoke. “Is that why you came here?”
“I missed you. I wanted to try again, with you, but then the Reapers hit and Kaidan came back and had me all confused . . . I don’t know.”
“You missed me.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He curled his claws into his palm and stroked her arm with the back of his knuckles. “It’s about time. I’m quite the catch, you know.”
“And so modest.” She scooted closer to him and closed her eyes when his touch drifted over her swollen breasts and back down to her belly. He laid his palm on her and she smiled. “You’re really fascinated by my stomach, aren’t you?”
“It looks so . . . different.”
“Different in a good way or a bad way?” she asked, and she tried to hold on to the levity in her voice, but failed. Wrex pulled her closer and lowered his face to her hair. Her breath caught in her throat and she found herself surrounded by the dry, acrid, dusty scent of him, like sagebrush and guns.
“Definitely good. And Shepard . . . I missed you, too.” He fingered the edge of her shirt and pulled it up just under her breasts. With one glance at her flushed face and parted lips, he ran his tongue out and trailed a warm, wet line up the slope of her belly. Shepard let out a shaky sigh and reached out to touch his face. “Uh, how careful do I have to be?”
“I’m not sure, I haven’t been with anyone since . . . just be gentle and I’ll tell you what works.”
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