Sunbathing and shrios for the prompts? 👀
This was supposed to be a micro story (original post here!), but here's 500 words about Thane sunbathing instead.
In case anyone in the Shrios community hasn't seen it yet... @angstyastro is drawing some bonkers Thane pics and tbh I'm thirsting. I've adopted a couple of features from their Thane (with permission!!!!) and we get a little sneak peak here.
Suns Out, Buns Really Fucking Hot Assassin Abs Out
Walking down the shuttle ramp, stretching and turning her face up to the sun, Shepard felt a couple of joints satisfyingly pop. They spent too long cramped in the ship and while she was nearly dozing off at the galaxy map, she stumbled across this planet. Inhabited, desert, fueling station.
After a brief almost-altercation with Joker about fueling up planetside (“You know we fuel up, in space, right? We don’t land on planets to do that anymore. Did that last mission knock something loose in your head?”) and announcing a mandatory shore leave, they were on their way.
Shepard took in a deep, unadulterated lungful of air. Not recycled; pure. She let it out with a smile. The sun was warm and she felt vindicated in this choice, fully intending to rub it in Joker’s face after their 24 hours of tanning, drinking, and whatever else the crew wanted to get up to.
A glimmer of emerald green sparkled in the corner of her eye. Her mouth dropped open.
Two ramshackle chairs were set up on the side of the Normandy, one already occupied by Thane. He was lounging, lounging, in that shitty little chair like it was a throne… and he was… her brain just about melted out of her ears.
He was shirtless, jacketless, and damned near pantless (the shorts he wore barely qualified as bottoms). The sun soaked into his black scales while bouncing off in shimmering arcs along his green scales. It was confusing to her human eyes, but she couldn't stop staring. His eyes were closed and he seemed more in his element than ever.
“You might wanna close your mouth there, Shep,” Jack said from behind her on the ramp. “Something might fly in there.”
She snapped her mouth shut with an audible crack of her teeth.
“Nice.” Jack let out a snort and rolled her eyes.
“Uhh-” Shepard hurriedly tried to think of something, anything, to say.
“There’s two chairs over there,” Jack thankfully interrupted her. “Why don’t you go sit your ass down in one and stop being so fuckin’ weird.” Shepard glanced over at him and made a little noise in the back of her throat.
She haltingly made her way over to him, leaving a small crowd behind to watch her. She prayed to whatever god was listening that Jack didn’t shout anything lewd and make her more nervous.
Her eye caught on two black stripes along his abdomen, leading her eye lower and lower and lower until they disappeared under the top of his pants. Suddenly everything felt hot and clammy, something she would entirely blame on the sun, but was clearly her internal processors running at max capacity.
“Siha,” he said in a soft voice. Shepard had to snap her eyes up to his face, trying desperately to come up with an excuse as to why she was blatantly staring at his- “Join me?” Thane was smiling up at her, almost as bright as the sun.
