A/N: Hey Guys, sorry for the long wait but here is your final chapter. This chapter is a full collaboration between me and the awesome Drummerchick7.

And when I asked for her if she had anything to say in the A/N she said...

"nope! It's yours. I just helped it along a little because I'm a dirty, dirty pervert"

Which is so untrue (well, partially untrue), this fic started out as my baby but she wrote just as much as I did :) So she gets half the credit :P

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I open my eyes and feel a little foggy. I dreamt that I finally did it, and you said you loved me back, and then you went down on me on my couch. I sigh. It was such a good dream. I feel myself start to tear up a little, and swipe the wetness away angrily. How did I get myself into this mess?

Something moves next to me, and I freeze. I sit up, turn my head, and there you are.

Shit.

It really happened. I shake my head to help clear the fogginess, and I start to begin to remember a lot more clearly. Every single word. Every feeling. Every movement that you made. And here you are, sleeping on top of my bed, your every curve showing to good advantage without the blankets covering you. I barely want to breathe, for fear of shattering this spectre of you, afraid you'll turn out to be a figment of my imagination.

But I can only stare so long before it feels like every molecule of my being screams at me to check that it's real. So I do. I reach out, putting my hand on your shoulder as lightly as I can. You don't wake, and I feel that you're real, solid against my skin. I smile. Thank fucking God.

Joker's voice comes over the comm.

Commander, is Traynor really in there with you, or is EDI pulling my leg?

I jump in surprise, shoving you in the process.

Goddammit Joker – mind your own fucking business!

So she is, then?

You sit up, pushing your hair behind your ear, the skin of your face dark red.

Yes, flight-lieutenant, I'm here.

You have a big mouth, EDI.

I frown over at her platform and her hologram appears.

I apologize, Commander. She didn't report to XO Williams, who was about to perform a search for her missing crewman. I felt it prudent to inform her that Specialist Traynor had not reported to her cabin because she was in the Nest.

I open my mouth to respond, but your hand is on my mouth before I can speak.

Thank you, EDI. I trust she is satisfied, and won't be conducting that search?

Yes, Specialist Traynor. EDI pauses. I swear that holographic interface is hesitating. Should I have not spoken of the intimate nature of your relationship?

You look at me, a question in your eyes. I'm smart enough to know that the answer has far more wide-reaching consequences than whether or not EDI should have opened her big mouth or not. You want to know if I want to keep this secret. And with that comes the question of how much I actually do love you, or if I'm somehow ashamed of you, and it's all bullshit and I can't stand the hurt behind your eyes that's ready to come out and then be buried, depending upon my answer.

I grab your hand away from my lips and lean forward, kissing you fiercely.

No, EDI, it's fine. I look into your eyes. I want everyone to know you're mine. I smirk, pulling you close enough to kiss and speaking low. Especially Ash. She can't have you.

You raise an eyebrow, and I kiss you again, letting my hands wander with abandon. I'm feeling a little possessive, knowing that Ashley wanted to find you, was worried about your whereabouts. Knowing that you were with me instead of with her sets it off inside me just a little more.

You pull back, smirking.

Where did that come from?

It's my turn to raise an eyebrow.

Surely you've seen the looks she gives you?

I'm not blind, Shepard. You lean forward, whispering. She likes me a lot. She even tried to kiss me the other day.

You pull back, smirking again, and I just sit there, blinking. I think maybe I can't decide if I'm feeling insecure or victorious. You decide it for me, though.

What are you going to do about it, Commander?

I growl a little in my throat, sliding my fingers into your hair and pulling you in to kiss me. I don't just dip my tongue out: I claim your mouth with mine, my hands in your hair, pulling you in tightly. But it isn't enough; you're not close enough. So I let go with one hand, wrap that arm around your waist, and pull you to the side and onto your back, sliding on top of you, feeling your skin against mine and fighting to keep from crying out at the onslaught of sensations, the sensuous slide of your skin against mine. Fuck. I'm not usually this sensitive unless I've just had an orgasm.

I feel your legs wrap around my hips, your ankles locking behind me. Your fingers dig into my shoulders as I thrust my pelvis into you, attacking your throat with my teeth and tongue. My hands pin your hips to my bed, and for a wild moment I feel like I'm inside of you, taking you, laying claim to you.

Maybe I am feeling more than a little possessive.

I latch onto your pulse point, sucking your skin in hard enough to make you yelp. But your grip on me only tightens, letting me know that you like what I'm doing and don't want me to stop. I suckle your skin, digging my fingers into your hips, pushing my body into yours, and you gasp and shudder. Letting go with a slight pop, I pull away a little, giving just enough room for you to slip your chin down and kiss me.

But you're letting go of me now, your feet no longer locked behind me, your fingers no longer digging into my skin. You pull away from the kiss.

That's more like it.

You're smiling, coy and yet not.

Then why are we stopping?

You giggle.

I'm sorry, Commander. But, well… I have to pee.

Oh. I feel my face get very hot as I move off of you. I tuck my hair behind my ear as you sit up and kiss me on the cheek, jumping up off the bed and skipping off to my bathroom. Thank God for having my own in my room.

You being gone gives me time to think, something I'm very much not thankful for. Did Ashley really try to kiss you? What did you mean by "try" to kiss you? What did you do when she tried? Do you like her, too? And where does that leave us? I told you I love you; you said you love me, too. I want you to myself. Maybe your heart is big enough to love more than one person at a time, but I don't think I'm selfless enough to let you. Fuck, why are you taking so long?

You emerge from the bathroom, drying your hands on the towel hanging outside the door (so it dries all the way). You see me sitting here on my bed, my knees tucked up under my chin, and your smile falters a little. Your eyebrows knit a little, and you walk over to me. I can't take my eyes off your hips, your stomach, that dark thatch of hair where your thighs meet. I can't help but think of what you feel like, can't help but think of the fact that my hand must still smell like you.

Commander? What's wrong?

My face warms again. I've gone from feeling possessive and victorious to feeling insecure, like a bitchy teenage girl. I hate this feeling. I thought I was done with it when you surged into my lap last night.

Did Ash really try to kiss you?

You actually smile, even laugh a little. I don't really see what's funny, but I suppose I'm the one in this situation feeling wounded and hurt, so maybe my sense of humour is compromised.

Are you still jealous, Commander?

No!

The denial is instantaneous and defensive. You quirk an eyebrow and I wince inwardly at the colour once again rising in my cheeks.

Okay, maybe a little. But Sam… please?

You giggle and flick your hair back from where it had fallen over your face.

There's really no need to be jealous, Commander.

You drop your voice an octave lower at the end, your accent almost making it sound like you're caressing my title. Caressing me. Fuck. I try to ignore the jolt of arousal that shoots through me so I can get my answer.

Sam…

I drag out your name. A warning almost, should you care to listen to it. You giggle again.

It's really not a big deal, Shepard.

I can tell you're teasing me. Enjoying the jealousy in my voice but it doesn't tell me what I need to know.

I sigh.

I just wanna know.

You kneel on the bed, take my hand, look me in the eyes.

Yes, she did. She cornered me in the shuttle bay, after your last mission. She kissed me, very gently, and asked me if I felt the same. She was all sweaty, still in her hard suit. She said she realized she needed to tell me before something awful happened and she didn't get the chance.

I look down at my knees and clear my throat to so I can force the words out past the lump in my throat.

What did you do?

I can hear the smile in your voice.

I told her I loved someone else. She knew it was you, told me she didn't blame me – everyone has had the hots for you, as she put it. I didn't even tell her it was you, she just knew – I guess I wasn't that subtle. I feel your finger on my chin, a gentle pressure getting me to look at you again. Commander. Jane. I love you. I don't want Ashley. I want you. If you'll have me.

You must see the relief in my eyes, because you immediately lean forward and cover my lips in a kiss. You love me. You love me. A moan escapes and I can't stop myself from taking you into my arms, laying you down on your back and promising myself to worship you with whatever time was granted us.

I move down your neck, kissing and nipping gently. You let out a sigh, like you're relieved, like you're finally home after too long a trip away. I smile into your skin, letting my hands wander, cupping your breasts, your hips, your stomach. I revel in your arms wrapping around me, your fingers tangling in my hair, your nails scraping lightly over my scalp. Your skin tastes so good, slightly salty, your scent invading my whole world. You smell like cream, cinnamon and sugar, and just a touch of sweat, and I can't get enough. I inhale again and again, taking in as much as I can, tasting your skin, feeling your body, moving with you to our own special rhythm.

When I reach your breasts, I take them in my mouth, eliciting low moans from you, your fingers tightening in my hair. They are full and round, falling to the sides of your chest in a way that makes it clear you haven't indulged in any surgery, like so many women seem to do these days. I kiss from between them down to your navel, feeling your pubic hair tickling my own small breasts, feeling you writhe beneath me.

Shepard. Jane, I need you.

Fuck, how could I ever not give you what you want, even if you hadn't just made it clear you love me and only me? I lower myself further, watching as you spread your knees and reveal your sex to me. I didn't get to actually look last night. What I see makes me groan with desire. Pink and wet, you're open to me, your scent washing over me, and I dive in, unwilling to wait any longer.

You cry out. You taste divine. I run my tongue along your labia, down to your entrance, and go inside for a moment. You whimper, your legs closing around my head, your fingers tightening in my hair even more. But I so don't mind. I pull back out and run my tongue back up the other side, ending at your clit. I flick it lightly at first, listening intently for the noises you make. And you don't disappoint, yelping when I first touch you there, moaning when I lick you long and slow, and whimpering when I stop.

Goddammit, Shepard! Stop bloody toying with me!

That's my cue. I lunge forward a little, sliding two fingers inside of you, fingers that are still covered in you from last night, and lave your clit softly but deliberately with my tongue. I continue, pumping slowly in and out of you, feeling you getting a little tighter, feeling your whole body begin to tense as the sounds you make reach a higher pitch. Your hands abandon my hair, and I glance up to see you clutching a pillow over your face. Just as you do, your whole body tenses, and I feel a gush of fluid over my hand. Your muffled cry reaches my ears just before it's swiftly cut off by your thighs clamping shut over my ears.

I try my best to move with you, to ride your writhing body as you climax all over me. Just when I'm beginning to worry about oxygen-deprivation, your legs relax, your hands reaching down and pushing my face away from you. When your legs fall away, I hear you laughing, and I smile as I pull out of you and crawl up your body, taking you in my arms and collapsing on top of you, taking in great gulps of air.

A giggle.

Your stamina is impressive, Commander.

I smile, burying my face in between your breasts.

I try.

You laugh properly at that. I raise myself up on my elbows, not even trying to resist the urge to kiss you, to taste your sweat slicked skin. Your arms wrap around the back of my neck, tugging me further up to meet your lips and our tongues intertwine almost lazily, a reaffirmation of our feelings.

I pull back to look in your eyes once more, a coy little half-smile on my face, trying to suppress the huge grin that is threatening to surge forth.

So…you really do love me, huh?

You giggle and sigh playfully.

For the last time - yes Shepard!

Well then, Specialist. I smirk. Care to prove it?

You laugh at the challenge, a dark eyebrow quirking in amusement.

As you wish, Commander.

Fuck, your voice is amazing. The world turns and the next thing I know I'm on my back. You're straddling my hips and your arms are on either side of my head, your dark locks brushing the side of my face as you lean down to whisper in my ear.

You know I never back down from a challenge.

I try to reply, to form the words that normally would be on the tip of my tongue but I can't. You roll your hips against mine and nip at my earlobe and any coherence I once had flees in that moment. My mind is flooded with still-new memories and my suddenly overwhelming need. My eyes close and I take a second to relish in the feel of you under my hands before I force them open again. I don't want to miss a second of this, not now I know this is real, that you're not a dream and that you love me.

You draw back again and capture my lips in a kiss that is clearly supposed to be gentle; but at the first brush of your lips against mine, I need more. I pull you even closer, deepening the kiss, stoking the already raging inferno of lust inside of me. My hands on your hips pull you down to meet mine and we find a rhythm: rocking, rolling against each other. You don't let me stay in control for long, sliding back slightly so your thigh can slip between mine, creating that friction I so desperately need even as you pull my arms above my head to grip the headboard. I can't stop myself grinding against you, craving the pressure that only you can give me. I'm already on edge from making you come and I know it won't take long for me.

You nip at my bottom lip and I can't hold back a groan.

Fuck. Sam, I'm sorry I teased you but please make me come…

You tut. You're actually tutting me like a naughty schoolgirl.

My, my Commander. Aren't we a little desperate?

I can hear the amusement in your voice.

Sam… please…

I arch into you, my voice breaking, cracking with my overwhelming arousal, which only gets stronger when you slip one hand between our bodies to tease me, exploring my wet folds, flicking briefly over my clit. You release a quiet moan at the amount of wetness pooled there before you bury your face in my neck and latch onto my pulse point.

Do you believe me now, Shepard? When I say I love you?

I know you're teasing. Drawing this out as punishment for my jealousy. But my lust addled brain can't find the words I know you want. All that escapes is a needy whimper and I try to grind my heated core against your hand.

Please… Sam…

Well Commander?

Your fingers slip inside, adding to my challenge, and I gasp at the welcome intrusion, my walls already beginning to clench as you start to thrust them in and out. Your fingertips are curling against that one spot that makes me want to fly apart at the seams.

Sam…

I try again but the words just won't come. All I can find is your name - the only word being repeated in my head, like a mantra, and you grin cockily at the incoherent, needy mess I've become.

Your lips trail down my torso to latch onto an engorged nipple, suckling gently before you pull back to murmur against my skin.

Do you believe me now?

I can't take anymore: the teasing, the way your fingers are thrusting inside me and the way your thumb swipes across my clit at the perfect moment has pushed me so close to the edge. My climax is just out of reach and all it will take is one more small push from you to send me crashing over the edge.

You nip at my other breast, your fingers flex again, and I can't help myself back anymore. The wave of sensation crests and my body explodes.

Yes! Yes, Sam, I believe you!

Fuck. My muscles are clenching, my body arching into yours as I clutch at the headboard for support. I'm unable to stop myself from crying out. Your fingers don't stop, easing me through the aftershocks. I feel a flood of wetness between my legs.

You pull out slowly and your eyes lock with mine. I'm still panting and trying to catch my breath when you bring your fingers up to your mouth and slowly lick them clean. A whimper escapes before I can stop it and you smile again as you drag your body back up mine so you can look in my eyes.

I love you Shepard. Don't ever forget that.

I can't hold back my smile, not that I'd even want to.

I won't. I wrap my arm around your neck, pulling you close, kissing you fiercely.

I love you, too, Sam.

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