[ME2] Three Drabbles (Mature, Shepard/Thane)

[wallwalker]

First kink_bingo mini-bingo done, along with these. These are the other three drabbles for Column B on amnesty communal card 8.

These are all Shepard/Thane and follow the same Shepard as the one in this series.

Title: Cold
Prompt: Temperature Play
Content Notes: Um. Consensual somniphilia, I think.

Thane grows sluggish in the cold. With no fields, no external heat, his species has difficulty; he would not survive on a frozen world without aid. Even the chill in Shepard's chambers makes him feel sluggish and numb.

He does not object. He wonders what it would be like if it was colder. Lying beneath her, body still, mind aware. Wonders if he would still satisfy her, her soft brown skin burning-hot and yielding against his hard flesh, a goddess of life and fire.

Each time, he quietly asks EDI to make the room colder. She always quietly complies, no questions.

Title: Many Kinds of Pain
Prompt: Painplay (Other)
Content Notes: Well, they're fighting (sparring, actually.) Other than that, not really.

Crushing, powerful biotic shock, hurling him with great force.

His memory captures the sensation, the unique pain of it, even before he rights himself with his own biotic field. Another pain, along with the bullet wounds and the knife cuts, the clumsy charges, the energy burns. He likes to remember them some nights, rather than pleasure. Pain is another way of reminding himself that he is awake, even now.

His siha stands some distance away, watching him with concern; biotic energy discharges around her. He smiles, nods reassurance. Thanks to her, he's more than well. Thanks to her he lives.

Title: Purifying
Prompt: Penance/Punishment
Content Notes: ...what do I call this? Consensual abuse?

She loves him, but does not yet understand. She apologizes when she is rough, when she is angry, not realizing what pain dealt by his siha means to him.

In his life he has sinned greatly, has put aside his very soul. There is no greater horror than that. Every pain, every bit of roughness, cleanses that sin. Every injury is a purification, making him Whole again.

His siha doesn't quite understand. He sees faint discomfort in her eyes as he gasps in pain, and the confusion when he reassures her. If only he could explain his joy, his gratitude.