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It was the thrill. The blood running hot, pulsing through your veins, your heart working double time to keep up with you. The rush of energy, darting through the trees in the darkest hours of the night. This is unnatural, your response to the moon in the highest point in the sky. Your instincts are being overwritten by that of a beast, one that craves the flesh of man. Grabbing, squeezing, clawing, pinning… They are helpless against your form. The hunger overwhelms, fuels your instincts to hunt, and when you find your prey… you savour every last second of it. The sounds of their screams, feeling the strain on their bodies as they try to fight against it, and inevitably, the tensity of your saliva dripping down from your teeth to their throats, anticipating the fresh meal. A hunt this good keeps you wishing it could last a lifetime.

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“You put up quite the fight last night, eh?” a familiar voice greets you as you slowly wake up, the sun peeking over the horizon and leaving a warm, orange blanket of light across the land. Kaidan’s voice rings like a sweet bell in your ears, easing your waking.

“Um… what? That sounds…” your voice trails off, the rasp in the back of your throat catching the rest of your sentence.

“Shit, sorry. That came out wrong. I meant that, uh… you must’ve had quite the dream last night. You were making all kinds of noises. Hell, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth for awhile.” He recounts, igniting a small curiosity in you at his detailed retelling.

“Really? I don’t remember it… did I keep you up at all? Y’know, since you can so clearly recall the details.” Your eyes finally meet his, seeing his expression that highlights notes of surprise and avoidance.

“No, no, nothing like that. I was already awake.” His eyes dart away from yours. “You haven’t slept the same since you became a member of The Circle. Are you alright?” Kaidan’s tone levels, the concern becoming the top note of his words.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing. Just… the pressure of being a new role model for the newer recruits, I suppose.” The lie slips from your tongue so swiftly, your priority being maintaining the secret of The Circle. It feels wrong, keeping a secret from your shield, your protector, your confidant. It almost feels like you are protecting him now, from this secret. The best kept secret among The Companions, that those within The Circle bear the blood of the beast, a gift from Lord Hircine. You possess the blood, the blessing, but the lands of Tamriel are not always so welcoming to those who wear their blessing with pride. Ever since that night with the Silver Hand, the night where Skjor’s life was taken by those foul hunters, you are reluctant to share your new half.

“Are you sure? The way you thrash and groan, growl almost… I’m worried about you.” Kaidan’s tone softens, sending a warm feeling to your heart, like a warm blanket wrapped around it. “I mean uh… I just don’t want nights like that affect our travels, is all.” He shuffles around, beginning to pack up camp. You fail to find any words, and the silence only fuels the tension surrounding the two of you. You both work in silence, packing up the rest of camp.

“So, where to now?” He chimes, lifting the tension like it weighed nothing at all.

“Actually, back to Jorrvaskr. I meant to pick up a job, after I was initiated into The Circle. But… I never had the opportunity to-“ Your sentence cuts short, flashes of blood, claws, bloody teeth and cries of fear fill your mind, a brief memory that sends a chill through your veins.

“Alright then! Good we decided to camp just outside Riverwood then, eh?” He waits patiently for you to begin the walk, always trailing right behind you.

“Let’s go.”

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The walk is short, but peaceful. A therapeutic journey to ease the dark memories. As you arrive, the guards push open the gates of Whiterun, and you can already hear the sounds of hammers hitting metal, and the morning rabble of the folks picking fresh groceries from the market. The two of you move through the crowd, though it doesn’t take much effort with Kaidan at your side, his height well exceeding all others in the market as they move out of the way for him. Up the stairs, past the Gildergreen, and around to the training ground behind the grand hall. Arrows loose from the bow strings, metal clashes against each other, tense sparring matches between whelps.

“Ah, good to see you both.” Farkas walks up, his warm yet small smile greeting you. “So, how was your night, the other night? I heard you had quite the… celebration. Did Aela give you too much trouble?”

“It went… well. Aela was a good guide, though the fire in her heart ignited a plan of vengeance, for Skjor.” You recount; your time spent in Gallows Rock only to find him dead. Krev the Skinner takes no hostages, not a member of The Companions at least. “I’m here for a job. I’m sure she’s found another Silver Hand camp by now.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me, she hadn’t been at Jorrvaskr until just last night. The sooner you talk to her, the better. She’s in the living quarters, talking to Kodlak.” Farkas walks off, returning to spectate the whelps again.

“Well, guess we should go grab a job then, now that we know where she is.” Kaidan’s tone shifting back into business mode. Entering the grand hall of Jorrvaskr is always a breathtaking sight, meaning that much more when you know the history of the very building you stand in. You’ve come to recognize this place as a home. On the way down to the living quarters, you pause for a moment, in front of the fragments of Wuuthrad. Skjor would have revelled at the reforging of the great weapon, once wielded by Ysgramor himself. You shake the feeling, eyes and mind set on business. But that doesn’t mean Kaidan didn’t notice your diversion in attention…

“He charged in there all by himself, Kodlak. I told him not to go without a Shield-Brother, and his decision not to cost him his life. If only he had called upon the beast, maybe he would have-“

“We have company, Aela.” Kodlak interrupts, his voice echoing through the halls, a voice that could command the attention of anyone.

“Ah, hello Shield-Sister. Have you been bringing the battle to the Silver Hand, friend?” The shift in her voice warms at your arrival, yet still maintaining her enigmatic and candid attitude.

“That’s why we’re here. We’re looking for a job.” Your straightforward response grabs her attention, and now her words are fuelled by revenge.

“I’ve been hearing rumours of Silver Hand activity. A group of them has holed up in Whiterun. Run fast, my friend.” She marks a location on your map. Swindler’s Den, a cave out in the vast fields of the Whiterun hold.

“Remember, young one. I understand your heart is still filled with grief for Skjor, but revenge causes your senses to dull, you become more likely to think with your heart than your mind. Don’t rush in headfirst, plan your attack if it is what you must do.” Kodlak’s wisdom is always sound, a brilliant man with many years of experience. You give him a nod and start for the hall out of the living quarters.

“He’s right, you know. I’d hate to see you get hurt by the fury of revenge. It’d mean I’d have failed my oath, and I can’t live with that.” Kaidan’s voice is low and mellow, and you can tell this is a serious concern of his.

“We’ll be careful. I trust you to pull me back from going in over my head.” You tell him, trying your very best to reassure him.

“Alright, then let’s head off.”

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It’s a beautiful day, the sun shining brightly on the plains of Whiterun. You can’t help but admire the beauty before you, taking in the sights and sounds. The walk across the plains isn’t long, but you’ve decided to draw it out, making sure to soak in the sunshine.

“Can’t be too far away, can we? Didn’t think it was too far.” Kaidan said, curiously looking around.

“No, not too much farther. I hope you’re ready. We need to make sure we kill them all. We can’t afford another attack on Jorrvaskr.” You push the words out of your mouth with force, a determination to ensure that the other members of The Companions are not at risk. You spot jagged rocks, and a tattered banner swaying in the wind. “This is it, I think. Are you ready?”

“Only if you are. I’m not going in without you, I need to make sure you’re ready.” His bright red eyes look directly into yours, causing a slight flush in your cheeks.

“I am. Don’t worry about me.” You break the eye contact, attempting to keep your composure for the combat ahead.

“Bit of a foolish thing to say, don’t you think? Ah, shit… that came out wrong. I meant that it’s a bit silly, you know? Considering that’s my entire life’s purpose.” He fumbles his words slightly, a part of his charm you haven’t failed to notice. “Right, let’s just fuckin’… go.”

Your heart beats like the sharp pounding of a war drum, and burns like the embers of the Skyforge. With Kaidan at your side, you tear through the Silver Hand, tamed vengeance fuelling you, just like Kodlak instructed. Nearing the end of their hideout, a sharp pain shoots through your arms and legs, up to the centre of your chest. You let out an agonizing scream, heavy, deep and growly breaths pushing forcefully out of your lungs. Your heart races, each beat feeding the hunger growing in your stomach. You fall to your knees, feeling as though something is trying to rip through your body from the inside.

“Fuck, what’s going on? Are you alright? Talk to me. Fucking talk to me, I can’t lose you!” Kaidan shouts, falling quickly to your side and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He shifts his hands to rest just on top of your shoulders, trying to look at your face, which is angled away from his, until your neck snaps to look him directly into his eyes. His expression is of fear and concern, so intense that you’ve never seen it before in your life. He’s scared… and almost like he’s scared of you. A sound of shuffling captures his attention quickly, and he stands to block you from the source of the sound. The leader of the Silver Hand of Swindler’s Den, ready to clear the disturbance from his lair.

“Oh fuck no, not right now. You can fuck right off!” He draws his weapon, and the clashing of metal sounds sharper than ever before. Your senses are overwhelmed, you’re frozen, tense muscles preventing you from even trying to move. With your back to the battle, you can only hear the sounds, the blocking of blows, the sound of rocks and dirt being disturbed under their boots. And then, the sudden sound of a collapse, a body dropping to the ground. Then silence. A hand slowly reaches to your shoulder, and as it barely grazes you, your body jumps into action, grabbing and pulling with the intent of harm.

“Shit, it’s just me! It’s okay, it’s okay.” His voice soothes you. Your grip releases, and as soon as it does his arms are wrapped around you once more. The rush of battle is over. The feeling of tearing and pulling from inside fades, you regain control of your body once more. His touch relieves the painful hunger, the craving for fresh blood and meat. Now, the only craving you have is remaining in his harms. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he calms from the fight. Your blood runs warm through your veins, yet his breath still sends a shiver through you; an involuntary response to his closeness.

“Shhh… just relax. You’re alright now.” He whispers, so close to your ear your heart skips a beat. The only thing you can think about now is him. You lean into him, falling limp from the extreme strain earlier. He holds you close on the ground, and his gentleness soothes you quickly. Your eyes fall shut, blocking out the sense of sight, heightening your sensitivity to touch. His hold on you never changes, he will only move when you do.

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The comfort of Kaidan’s tent, the sound of the crackling fire and the smell of freshly cooked dinner ease the burden from your shoulders, finally feeling normal again. It was night by the time the two of you left Swindler’s Den, and although not far from Whiterun, he set up camp just outside the den, ensuring your comfort. He puts a bowl of horker stew in your hands, his cloak wrapped around you while you sit by the fire. He sits on the ground in front of you, holding a bowl of his own.

“Something is wrong. And as much as I don’t want to pressure you, I need to know the truth. I know my oath is to be your shield, but I want you to know it’s more than that now.” His voice lowers to a mumble. “So much more than that now, but I can’t be saying that to loud now can I?”

“You know I hate it when you mumble, Kaidan.” You tell him, the first words you’ve spoken in awhile.

“Oh, uh, I said… I want to help carry some of your burdens. I want to help you as much as I can.” His eyes meet yours, his expression so gentle it soothes you instantly. You remember Skjor leading you to the Underforge, the first sight of Aela in her beast form. The smell of her blood filling the air, the warm, metallic taste of it in your mouth. These memories come to you, but this time without the trembles of fear and worry.

“I need to tell you something important. But you need to promise me, swear to me that you won’t tell another soul. Nobody at all.” You say as you meet his eyes. He sets his bowl down beside him, listening to your words fully. Not even horker could tear him away from you, his devotion eternally unwavering.

“Of course, Dragonborn. I’m sworn to you, in every way.” The words fall out of his mouth like a waterfall of sugary sweetness. His words linger in your ears, almost taunting your heart to flutter. His trust in you, your trust in him, both reinforce that telling him the truth is the right thing to do.

“The Circle, of The Companions. A long time ago, a previous Harbinger made a pact with the Witches of Glenmoril. The terms were that if The Companions hunted in the name of Lord Hircine, we would be granted great power. The terms of this pact were not detailed, and such that Harbinger did not know this power would be permanent. That power was, no- is…” You find yourself struggling to say the words, the words that would allow an outsider to know an ancient secret of The Companions. He looks at you with a look of anxiety and anticipation.

“Come on, don’t leave me hanging. You can tell me. Please tell me.” His begging makes your heart scream with lust, a feeling you can’t shake. This feeling, this compelling feeling… You stand up, walking out of the tent. You stop and turn to him, waiting for him to stand and follow. As soon as he realizes what you mean, he is right by your side.

His tone, his look… everything about him awakens an instinct in you that you’ve never felt before. You lead him across the plains of Whiterun, the moon and stars shining on you both, Kaidan trailing behind you. Not quite a full moon, but you know to expect one soon. This feeling… it must be the influence of the moon. This intense, burning feeling that warms every single part of your body. Telling him now is the only option, lest he find out about your secret from witnessing the transformation firsthand. No, this is the only way. You need to tell him. Show him. Show him every single part of you. You peer over your shoulder, a small grin appearing on your face as you look back at him. You pick up the pace, and now you can practically hear him tripping over himself.

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but gods dammit if she doesn’t have me fully captivated… how does she do it? I don’t fucking know what it is about her that’s so damn intriguing but I just can’t look away… fuck me, what did I get meself into?” His babbling behind your back causes you to turn to him, still walking, but now backwards. The smile that you give him makes his cheeks flush bright red. You turn back to face the city, knowing his eyes are locked on you, and only you. The guards at the gate see you coming, and by the time you reach the gate, it’s already wide open. You run, causing him to lose sight of you. This is a different feeling, now. The feeling of the hunt, the chase. He’s on your tail, trying to hunt you down. The very thought of it is a rush, a fluttering feeling in your stomach. This isn’t what prey feel like during the hunt… no, you want him to find you. You need him to find you. You finally hear the footsteps coming up the stairs to Jorrvaskr, and he finally sees you. You can see his shoulders drop, the tensity in his arms ease as he slows his pace back down.

“What the fuck, Dragonborn? Are you trying to lose me or something? You could just tell me to get lost.” He lets out a chuckle, out of breath, but not at all bothered. It seems he enjoyed the act of the hunt, too. You slide the entrance to the Underforge open, and his eyes widen.

“Has this been here the whole bloody time? Can’t believe I didn’t notice until now.” His voice drops to his typical mumble again, the kind that annoys you, but also find slightly cute in the way he talks to himself. “Maybe I do believe it… I always have my eyes set on something else… well, more like someone.” You shoot him a glare that could pierce right through him and grab his arm with an unusual strength, pulling him into the Underforge and closing the large stone door behind you. The moonlight slips through the cracks of the stone, providing just enough light to see.

“This is where I was initiated, where I received the gift. Some think the power granted by this pact is a curse, and some think it’s a blessing.” You explain, peering into the basin in the centre of the room. Some of Aela’s blood is still resting inside, the deep crimson sending a chill down your spine, memories of your first transformation flooding in and reminding you of the blood you spilled that night. So much blood. Kaidan steps up beside you, looking into the basin himself.

“What the hell is this?” He looks away from the blood, locking eyes with you. His confusion is almost anger or frustration, but he still can’t be mad at you. No, there’s nothing you could do to make him angry at you.

“This is how I received the power. A blood offering from Aela.” You dip your finger into the blood, now cold from the stone. Your gaze doesn’t stray from his, and he recognizes the seriousness of your face.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you, Dragonborn? Pokin’ fun at me, trying to get me to believe some joke, aren’t ya?” His face holds a playful expression, grinning at you. While he may be unsure as to what is going on, you can still tell he trusts you unconditionally. The truth is at the tip of your tongue, daring to fall out of your mouth to share the secret. It feels like a cold, metal blade against your tongue; a threat, a hostage to prevent you from saying it. However, you’re all too familiar with the taste of metal in your mouth. Metal and blood are second nature to you now.

“We’re werewolves, Kaidan. Aela has the blood of the wolf, and by consuming it… I became one, too.” You wipe your finger on the edge of the basin, the streak of blood catching the light of the moon and shimmering at you. The moon is almost taunting you, poking the beast within. There’s an intensity in your eyes that stops Kaidan immediately.

“By the nine, you’re not lying to me, are you? The Circle, you’re all werewolves?” He says, trying to make sure he knows exactly what you’re saying.

“Yes. All of us.” You nod, and he stands up straight.

“Even Farkas and Vilkas?” His brows angle down in slight anger. You nod again, watching the expression on his face change repeatedly, cycling through every expression he has.

“Those bastards… no wonder they’re so good at tracking. Can’t believe they didn’t tell me!” He throws his arms up in the air, baffled by the knowledge you just granted him. He moves closer to you, his face returning to his resting expression, which looks cold and distant. But based on how close he is to you now, that couldn’t be further from the truth. He slowly takes your hand into his, palm up, and gently traces the veins visible on your arm.

“So, the blood of the beast… werewolf blood… runs through your veins now too?” Kaidan looks back up at you, his expression softening after looking into your eyes. Your cheeks begin to flush red as he holds your hand, the warmth of his skin against yours a direct juxtaposition to the cold, damp air that surrounds the two of you.

“Yes. I’m sorry I kept it from you, I know I should have-“

“Shhh… it’s alright. You were preserving the honour of The Circle; you were doing what you thought was right. I swore an oath to you, to protect you and all you own, including your secrets. It’s safe with me. You are safe with me.” His voice soothes you instantly, but it also sends a warm sensation throughout your body, feeling it most in your stomach.

“Does it bother you, that I’m a werewolf? First you didn’t know you were swearing yourself to protecting a Dragonborn, but now a werewolf too? Is it too much for you?” All your swirling thoughts pour out of you, thoughts that have been bothering you for far too long.

“I told you, I swore myself to you, not who I thought you were. No matter what you are, I’m yours. Your… shield, I mean. Yeah. It was your choice, wasn’t it? Besides, I kind of like the wild edge it’s given you.” The flirtatiousness of his last words drives you mad, and you lock your hand in his, staring deeply into his eyes. His other hand slowly makes its way up to your waist, holding tight enough to keep you in place. The tension could be cut with a blade, locking you both in a moment that feels like an eternity. Far too long for nothing to happen. Before you could even blink, his lips are against yours, kissing you with a gentle, yet forceful energy. His hand cups your face gently, brushing his thumb against your cheek, his other fingers resting on your neck. This rush… you’ve never felt anything like it before. You can’t help but to lean into him, craving more and more until he suddenly pulls away, his expression a kind of seriousness you’ve only seen from him a few times before.

“Fuck, I’m sorry- I didn’t ask, I should’ve asked… is this… is this okay?” He blurts out, undertones of worry and excitement mixing into an unusual combination.

“Please, don’t stop.” The words leave your mouth, and as soon as he processed what you said, his lips are locked with yours again. The hand on your hip gripping harder, the fingers on your neck digging into your skin slightly, his grip on you is hard; a force behind his movements, a desire, a yearning that has finally been freed. His strong, assertive grip on you is something you’ve dreamt of for a long time, and now that his hands are finally on you, you melt like ice in his warm arms. He pulls you around, pushing you against the wall. The sensation of his warm breath against your neck, your back against the cold stone, sends goosebumps up and down your arms. His lips make their way to your neck, and you can hear his breaths quicken as his hands slide up and down your body. You can hear slight growls arise from his throat, a gentle bite on your neck sends a shiver through you, shaking at the sensation. His movements grow more assertive, dominant. This new side of you… craves the intensity, the boldness of his actions that he’s been holding back for far too long.

He pulls away for another brief moment, to look you in the eyes once more. The look in his eyes… you can tell there is nowhere he would rather be than right here, with you, touching you, feeling you. “How are you doing? Still alright? Sorry, I got a little… rough-“ The gentleness of his voice is a stark contrast between his actions just before speaking, and it’s pulling your heart in two different directions. Lust and love.

“I thought I told you not to stop? I I love every second of this.” You look deep into his eyes, your words sharp, carrying a tone of ardent desire. You can practically see him swoon, his cheeks flushing red and a charming, lecherous grin spreading across his face. It takes no more than a split second for him to return to touching every part of you he can see, detailing every single place. He gently places a hand on your chest, small squeezes as he continues to mark you. He stands up straight again, holding the bottom of your camp shirt and pulling up as he stands. You can see his expression change as he sees you topless for the first time, his surprise causing you slight confusion.

“What are you so surprised by?” A cheeky question causing an immovable grin to form on your face after speaking it. He looks away from you, his awkward side showing itself again. If you were unsure it was Kaidan earlier, you’re definitely sure it's him now.

“Never expected to see you like this. I had to be professional, serious. I’m supposed to be your shield, not someone to get tangled in the sheets with.”

“Why not both?” You tug at his shirt, pulling it off of him. It’s been so long since you saw his scars, both from battle and from torture. Each one tells a story, a piece of his past. You see his whole self laid out before you. This is him, the real Kaidan. And he is yours. His lips meet yours once more, for a brief moment, before moving down to your chest, your stomach, around your waist. He slides your pants down a little, kissing your hips and biting gently. He stands up, him towering over you sending a feeling of euphoria throughout your body. He forcefully pulls you close, and you can feel him hard against you.

“Can you tell I’ve wanted this for a long time?” He says with a laugh, his hand placed on your exposed hip, slowly moving into your pants. Despite his large size, his touch is incredibly delicate, soft gentle movements arousing trembles and quiet moans from you. Every single touch is bliss, your own personal Sovengarde.

“Come on Dragonborn… I hear you shout all the time, why so quiet now?” You’ve never heard such cheekiness from him before, and his sultry voice arises louder moans from you, involuntary but not unwelcome. You can see it driving him mad, his eyes rolling back for a moment from pure enjoyment. Mere moments later, you’re kicking off your boots and he’s undoing your belt and helping you slide your pants off. You’re fully exposed before him and the frigid air and stone, yet you feel completely safe. He would never let anything happen to you, nothing you didn’t want. He steps back, leaning against the stone basin in the centre of the room.

“Fuck me… I want you so bad.” He breathily growled, undoing his own belt and tossing it to the ground. It doesn’t take long for his hands to be back on you, and before you know it, he has picked you up, sliding you up the cold stone wall, and your eyes meet at the same level.

“Please, tell me this is what you want. Don’t let this be a dream.” You find his begging adorable, and your lips meet his once again.

“Yes… yes. Gods, yes, it’s all I want.” Your pleading matches his, and your energies fuse in a beautiful, sensual harmony. Your legs tighten around him, pulling him a little closer, despite seeming as close as you could be. The only way he could possibly be closer… is if he was inside you. As he slides in, you can feel him pulsing inside you. Slowly moving, shifting, back and forth in a slow rhythm. This moment is so sensual, personal, intensely intimate. His gentleness is impressive, he knows just how to touch you, and when to touch you that way. You shoot a sharp look into his eyes, a grin lighting your face. He grins back, beginning to quicken his pace. He shifts you slightly, a euphoric feeling taking over from the feeling in your hips and lower abdomen. Your eyes slide closed, feeling the moment all the more intensely. You listen to his breathing, his low growls and grunts of pleasure; the sounds he makes are positively intoxicating. This moment with him seems longer than the others, an oasis amongst the others that came and went so quick. Until…

…He pulls out slowly, setting you down on your feet. You can tell he still has plans for you, but your eyes shift away, the moonlight shimmering in its reflection off the blood in the basin. You move past him, dipping your finger in again. But this time… you lick the blood, and not even a second passes before your heart rate quickens, blood pulsing throughout your entire body. Your senses are heightened, and your eyes stare widely into his. His expression clearly shows his bewilderment, but you quickly snap him out of that after latching your hands onto him. The feeling the blood gives you reminds you of your first night as a beast, a werewolf in the dark of the night. However this time, these memories don’t haunt you, no… they please you, and in that moment Kaidan fully understands.

He’s rough with you, grabbing, squeezing, clawing, pinning… You are helpless against his form. Your body is his canvas, and with every movement of his, a new mark is left behind. Bites and bruises, pleasure and pain melting together. He pushes you to the back of the Underforge, onto a ledge where you can sit. He pulls you into the exact position he wants, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder before sliding back inside of you. Every movement of his is forceful, but with a delicate side. He gazes into your eyes as he thrusts deep inside, his red eyes locked on you. You are all he cares about; you are all he wants. He picks you up again, carrying you without support from the wall. The blood inside your veins boils hot, your nails digging hard into his back.

“Leaving marks of your own now, huh? I suppose it would be normal for you to mark your territory.” He pushes out the words between hot breaths, his movements getting increasingly quicker. His pounding, his grip on your leg, every feeling sends tremors through your body, feeling every single motion.

“Fuck, Kaidan… fuck-!” Your body explodes with pleasure, an electrifying feeling that stops all other senses from grabbing your attention. This is your time, an entire moment dedicated to your pleasure and satisfaction. He sets you down again, pulling out one last time, and decorating you with his own way of marking his territory. The look in his eyes, the way you’re locked onto each other… This intimacy is so deep, a new connection formed between the two of you. He’s far more than just your travelling companion, your shield… no, it’s so much more personal. You both take a moment to catch your breaths, and he steps toward you, taking your hand in his. His hands are big compared to yours, fully encased in his grasp.

“This may sound stupid as fuck, but… I really like you, you know. If that wasn’t obvious.” You chuckle at his silly words, nodding in agreement. He sits down beside you, pulling you into his lap. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, holding him close.

“I like you too, Kaidan.” You say with another small laugh, and he slowly starts to stroke your hair, gentle and intimate. The contrast is astounding, mere moments ago he was holding you tight, combining pain and pleasure in a way you’ve never felt before. Now, he’s so gentle and calm, and you can see just how much he cares for you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to say that, and how much I wanted you to say that back.” He breathes a deep breath, a sigh of relief and contentment. You lean up, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He pushes your hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes with an expression that puts butterflies in your stomach and a warm feeling in your chest. This is the most special moment; there is nowhere either of you would rather be. Silence fills the room, but it doesn’t feel awkward or strange. No, it’s peaceful and satisfying, soaking in the feelings of warmness and comfort as he holds you.

“You know, there’s another thing I’ve been wanting to say for awhile now. I know I said I’d never want to swear meself to a group ever again, but… I want to join The Companions. I want to stand by your side, I want to help the others, I want to do great things in the name of The Companions. I want to bring honour to this group.” He takes a moment to look at the rest of the room, taking slow, deep breaths. He looks at you in the eyes again, cupping a hand on your cheek. A small smile spreads across your face, compassionate and caring.