Zet-Sway

Thane/FShep. Oneshot. Shepard looks forward to being the first one up and awake. Her cabin is suffocating. There are nights when she appreciates the privacy, but the silence of her isolated quarters makes her insides itch in an uncomfortable way. Just before the common area lighting begins to grow from the dim cadence of the night cycle, she leaves her room and greets the morning, intangible as only time on a starship can be. First she checks on the night crew, then starts coffee for Gardener. Finally, she makes her way down to the shuttle bay for PT. Alone. It's unexpected when she has a visitor one quiet morning. "Sere Krios," she says, rising from a deep stretch on the mat. He smiles warmly, equally as surprised to see another soul at this hour. "Commander, good morning. And please, just Thane if you wouldn't mind." Thane is the newest member of her crew and they've only spoken twice before. Maybe it shouldn't come as a surprise that he has his daily rituals as well, given

Thane/FShep - Oneshot Thane smiles at her, gracelessly pushing one leg into the underlayer of her hardsuit. It's strange to see her like this, hanging somewhere in the middle of a of transition between Shepard the woman, and Shepard the soldier. He crosses the room to help, offering an arm to lean on and holding the sleeves out for her to thread her arms into. "Is it standard practice for Alliance soldiers to help their commanding officer dress before battle?" He asks with a smile. Her answering laugh is a ray of light in the darkness before the storm. "Absolutely not." The zipper of her suit is still undone but she steps close and meets his eyes, arms threading around his waist. "But we aren't Alliance soldiers." A quick kiss on his cheek. "Lucky us. Fraternizing with a superior officer is grounds for dishonorable discharge." He could melt into her embrace. Somewhere in the long hours between stars, they found each other. Their meeting had been professional, and he was unsurprised