"This is Nexus Tower, docking locks are engaged and you are clear to disembark. Welcome back, Tempest. It's good to have you home."

It was with much elation that the crew of the Tempest, dressed in their civilian clothes, departed their flying home and began their three day stay-over on the Nexus. Scott Ryder, leader of the Pathfinder team, had declared the crew needed a break after nearly two months scouring the stars, and so they returned to the Nexus. Scott strode merrily down the jet bridge, casting an amused glance to Vetra as Liam and Peebee barged past him and raced off to amuse themselves, however they might.

"Hay! Someone's gonna' trip and die and I'm not cleaning it up!" Scott yelled after the pair, but it was too late as they'd already sped off to terrorise the Nexus.

"Kids, huh?" Vetra noted with a smirk.

There was no plan to the stay, only a time to be back aboard the Tempest by. Scott made a point of socialising with his crew but never insisted they hang together on the Nexus. Everyone needed some down-time, and Scott made sure they all got theirs. Presently Scott directed himself to his apartment, a short shuttle-ride away from the Dock, with Vetra in tow; her apartment was near to his so they made the trip together. They said very little and walked swiftly down the all-but deserted corridors and, checking that no one was watching them, hurried into Scott's apartment together.

The door had barely hissed shut when Vetra pushed Scott against the wall, slid her hands through his hair and pressed her forehead to his and sighed with tangible relief, like a heavy weight had fallen from her. Scott, for his part, wrapped his arms around her slender frame and pulled her tight against himself.

"Shit Scott...we need to take shore-leave more often." Vetra mumbled into her lover's ear as she pressed her face into his neck, nipping gently at his skin.

"I hear you. That tin-can can get a bit cramped at times." Scott said, craning his head to expose more of his neck, indulging the pleasures of his Turian girlfriend. "And the kids are always in the way."

"Speaking of kids...wanna' go try to make some?" Vetra asked with a particularly rough nibble along his shoulder.

"Christ, I'm still sore from last night. You're gonna be the death of me, Vetra Nyx." Scott said with a sheepish grin. Vetra shot him a mischievous look and took her hands in his, placing them on the zip of her shirt.

"Take it off." she told him simply. Scott loved it when she showed her dominant side, and slowly slid the fastening down until it broke free of itself. He pulled the garment from her and, once it had been discarded, allowed Vetra to push him to his knees, his back and head pressed against the wall like a trapped animal.

"Now the pants." she said, tracing a deadly talon over her belt buckle. Scott attended to it and went to unzip her, but she stepped back, instead preferring to pin him into the wall with a combat-boot clad foot. He dutifully unbuckled the boot and slipped her foot from it, then the other was thrust roughly into his chest. He attended to it also, pausing to place a line of kisses along the curve of her ankle. His hands went back to the waistband over her trousers but she slapped them away.

"With your mouth." she said, a dark blush creeping around the edges of her face and a hot, slightly sweet, aroma emanating from her unbuckled trousers.

"That...might be a little taxing." Scott said, looking up at her. She considered it for a moment, tracing her fingers gently through his hair.

"Hands then." she said, taking a fistful of hair which brought a soft gasp from him. He slipped his fingers over the waistband and pulled the garment down, just enough to place his hands, fingers spread wide, on the cheeks of her backside and caress down her legs, bringing the trousers with them. Once that garment was gone and she stood over him in her most natural state, she lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and pulled his head closer.

"Now with your mouth."

Scott was happy to oblige.

After a few minutes she yanked his head away sharply, much to his pleasure and disappointment, and lifted him to his feet.

"I have a question for you." she told him, breathing heavily and soon to be beyond the reach of her rational mind. She stripped him of his shirt and trailed her tongue around his neck, down over his nipples and stomach as she sunk to her knees before him. She knelt back on her haunches, her knees spread wide. With one hand she pleasured herself while the other removed Scott from the restraints of his trousers and pleasured him in turn. He'd had the foresight to go without underwear, to Vetra's delight.

With him in hand, Vetra looked up at her lover and gave him a gentle lick. The shudder that ran through him was not lost on her.

"So, how's this for a pose?" She asked, leaning all the way back, until she almost touched the floor, giving him a view of everything.

"Hnnng...you fucking tease..." Scott breathed, becoming lost in the fog of desire. Vetra, at least, had some semblance of control. She straightened up and took his hands in hers again, placing them around the back of her head.

"No need to be gentle."

She gave him a lick, then swallowed him whole.

oOo

An hour or so later found Scott and Vetra lying on the Pathfinder's bed, utterly satisfied and hip deep in the warm fuzzies. Vetra had a preference for straddling her lover and lying flat against him, resting her head against his chest and wrapping her arms under the small of his back. It was comfortable for them both, if a little unusual for Scott, but he wouldn't deny her anything after the attentions she'd lavished upon him.

"Hmm...oh! Sid wants to meet us for drinks, by the way." Vetra said quietly, enjoying the feeling of Scott's fingertips tracing the edges of the carapace that lined her spine and neck. "She's bringing her boyfriend along...said I had to bring mine."

"She knows?" Scott asked with some surprise.

"She happens to be the one responsible for us being together. I may have told her about...y'know...the shower." Vetra said. Scott was fell silent and his brow furrowed. "You don't like that I told her, do you?"

Scott considered his answer before giving it.

"You know I'm a pretty private guy, especially about this, but no. I don't mind that you told her. I'd never ask you to keep anything from your sister, I wouldn't want to come between you."

Vetra smiled slyly to herself.

"I'm sure you'd love to come between us."

"What do you mea...oh! Oh Jesus, Vetra! She's a kid! And your sister! Did I mention, a kid?! What, fourteen, fifteen?" Scott exclaimed in alarm.

"Fifteen, sixteen in two months. I should mention that the Turian age of physical maturity is thirteen and consent is a matter of personal choice."

Scott fell silent again, secretly wondering how best to wind up his girlfriend.

"Well what the hell am I doing here?! Time to trade in for a newer model!" he said, making an exaggerated attempted to wriggle free of his lovers embrace. Vetra squeezed him into stillness with her strong legs.

"Screw that, you're mine and I told her as much." Vetra said sternly, cradling Scott's head in her hands possessively. She felt a spike of satisfaction when a familiar fire ignited behind his eyes and he tightened his grip on her in return.

"Too fucking right I am." Scott muttered as he pressed his lips to her mouth. He let her slide her long, textured tongue against his own and savoured every second. Kissing a Turian had been an odd affair at first, since for all appearances they lacked lips. Scott had learned that Turians did possess something akin to lips, they were simply hidden behind the overlapping plates of their upper and lower jaw. It was the soft, gentle touch of these lips that Scott secretly adored when Vetra would coax his tongue into her own mouth to be sucked on lovingly.

"Mmmhm...anyway, I'd say we owe her a drink or two." Vetra said, returning her head to Scott's chest.

"Roger that. I didn't know she had a boyfriend."

"Yeah, a Krogan too." Vetra said with a laugh. "He works in hydroponics. I should point out though, she has a major league crush on you. I think you're her fantasy fuck."

"Well she'll have to make do with the sordid details from her Big Sis. Let me up...I'm gonna take a shower."

Vetra untangled herself from him and watched him walk his naked self towards the bathroom. He paused at the door and turned back to her.

"You coming?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Vetra shot from the bed and tackled him into the bathroom with glee.

They didn't emerge for quite some time.

oOo

Sid was waiting with her boyfriend beside her as Scott and Vetra made their way towards the Vortex club. The young Krogan beside her seemed a little nervous and kept adjusting his jacket and glancing at Sid. Scott recognised the body-language of infatuation and a desire to impress, and after hearing from Vetra of the young couples activities, he could hardly blame the young Krogan.

Sid was indeed a beautiful example of the female Turian form, taking after her older sister in that regard. Scott knew in himself he was an odd duck for finding such an alien form so attractive, but damn him if those long, lithe legs didn't make his mouth water. Scott could briefly envision, as Vetra had joked not hours before, himself plastered between the two sisters hot, naked selves. It took all his might to bring himself back to the moment and not ruin the cut of his trousers.

"Sis! Get over here and give me a hug!" Sid called out in delight, sprinting to her sister and wrapping her arms around her. Vetra hugged her back warmly while Sid's boyfriend hovered awkwardly in the background. Scott approached him with a smile and held out his hand.

"Scott Ryder." he said with his most charming smile.

"Jorgal Vinka. It's a great honour, Pathfinder." the Krogan said, shaking Scott's hand with enthusiasm.

"I'm off duty, call me Ryder."

"What can I call you?" Sid asked, tapping Scott on the shoulder. He turned to face her and noted her slightly smouldering expression; Vetra had the same look on her face from time to time, when they were alone together. Sid put her hands on his hips and pulled him close seductively. They held each other's gaze for a moment, as two lovers might, before Scott cracked a wide grin.

"How you doing, Sid?"

Sid grinned at him and embraced him warmly, bringing a chuckle from the Pathfinder.

"I'm great." Sid said. "I hear you're pretty great yourself." she added quietly in his ear.

Scott made a noise somewhere between clearing his throat and choking on his tongue, bringing peels of laughter from the young Turian.

"Leave the poor man be! Let's get inside already." Vetra said a little impatiently, slipping her hand covertly into Scott's.

"Now you're talking!" Sid cried, taking Vinka by the arm and dragging him towards the club.

"You were flirting with my sister." Vetra stated coolly as they followed on some distance behind.

"No, your sister was flirting at me. I just let her. She is hot though...talk about legs..."

"You're gonna pay for this later, you know that right?" Vetra asked, squeezing his hand tightly and pressing the sharp tips of her talons against his skin.

"Promises, promises."

A suitable booth was located inside the club and the group made themselves comfortable. A round of drinks was brought over with compliments of the house; Scott was always welcome after breaking up a particularly nasty brawl his first time on the Nexus. The shots went down easily and the beers were about as good as one could get, home brewed on the Nexus.

The group chatted about this and that, Vinka was introduced properly to Vetra, who naturally have him a sisterly grilling over his intentions regarding Sid. As she interrogated the poor Krogan, Sid nudged Scott and nodded towards the dance floor with a smirk. Scott was only too happy to oblige and, with a reassuring pat on Vinka's shoulder, let Sid pull him towards the dance floor. She wasted no time in placing his left arm around her waist and his right hand in her own, in what Scott recognised as an old fashioned style of dancing. It was commonly known, back in the day, as a slow dance.

"So, Mister Ryder, how are things?" Sid asked with a knowing smirk as they swayed gently together.

"Well since you ask, Miss Nyx, things are pretty damn good. The mission's coming along, I'm building bridges and kicking all sorts of ass...and I'm guessing you're more interested in my extra curricular activities." Scott said with a knowing smirk.

"Mostly I'm interested in my sisters love life, but it's your business and none of mine. I just want her to be...y'know...happy." Sid confessed with a shrug.

"Interested enough to pull my psych-eval?" Scott asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah...busted." Sid breathed, shaking her head at herself. "Marcus said no one would find out...I wasn't trying to pry, I really wasn't."

"I know exactly what you were doing Sid, and honestly I'm glad you did. Can't say I'm thrilled that you know my deepest and darkest, but Vetra wouldn't have come to me otherwise, so I'm grateful."

"She's so lucky to have you, if it were me I'd..." Sid suddenly stopped herself and Scott noticed the dark blush around her eyes. "...well. We should all be so lucky, y'know?"

"I think someone has a little crush on the big bad Pathfinder." Scott said with a cocky grin. Sid's blush deepened and she cast her gaze towards the floor.

"I don't wanna blow up your ego, but you are very attractive." Sid said, returning her gaze to his. Something about his presence, his calming smile and open nature, made Sid feel brave. She pulled herself closer to him and draped her arms over his shoulders while his naturally fell about her waist. "And your ego might be outa' luck but, if things were different, I'd certainly love to blow you."

Scott stiffened for a brief moment before feeling a blush creep up his face. He never blushed. Even Vetra didn't make him blush, he made her blush. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Wow...um...did it get warm in here?" he asked with a shaky laugh.

"Relax, I'm not poaching my sister's man. You're in her heart, y'know? You'd only be in my bed. Not that I don't like you as a person, I'm just not forming attachments right now." Sid explained.

"Well, in the interest of a fair exchange..." Scott said, glancing over to Vetra, who was still grilling the Krogan. "...I think you're a beautiful young woman, Sid, inside and out. Especially out. Those legs, damn girl!"

Sid giggled in a very girlish way and nudged his head playfully with hers.

"Maybe we could talk Vetra into a threesome." she suggested playfully.

"I'm at my limit with just one Nyx girl, I think the both of you would kill me. I'm sure I'd die happy but I'm not ready to bow out just yet. And truthfully Sid, I don't really think of you that way." Scott said with a chuckle. It was refreshing to be able to flirt harmlessly with someone, flirting with Vetra always lead to fun sweaty times which, while amazing, sometimes defeated the point. Not that he was complaining.

"I'm glad you spare me a thought at all. How do you think about me? Please don't say little sister." Sid asked.

"Uh...distant relative? Someone it's totally okay to flirt with but nothing actionable." Scott explained. "Sorry."

"It's my age, right?" Sid asked bluntly.

"It's a factor. And like you said, with you I'd only exist in your bed. I'm into something more fulfilling."

"I read your file, Ryder. I know. I'm just enjoying your company." Sid pointed out with a happy smile. "Besides, the way Vetra tells it you're pretty filling yourself. Oh look, you're blushing again."

"Fuck me, you're evil Sid." Scot said, shaking his head in despair. "And what about you're Krogan, huh? I bet he's a bit of a handful. Or maybe mouthful?"

Sid gasped softly in amused shock and faked an outraged look.

"Scott Ryder, you pervert! I'm fifteen, remember?" Sid pointed out sternly before cracking a mischievous grin. "We tried to fit it in my ass and I nearly cried."

If Scott was made of weaker stuff he might have popped a nosebleed there and then.

"Honestly it's a thing of beauty to look at, but I'm seriously considering downsizing, y'know? Maybe something in the Human range." she continued. "And I think he's getting a little clingy."

"The poor fellow. Give him tonight, at least." Scott said, glancing at the Krogan who was up at the bar ordering more drinks. Vetra was giving Scott and Sid a dose of the hairy eyeball.

"You're such a romantic, Ryder. Thanks for dancing with me." Sid said with a contented smile. Scott now noticed that the song had changed some time ago. Sid, being taller than him by a few inches, leaned her head down and pressed her forehead to his, while taking his hands in hers and entwining their fingers as best she could.

"Vetra does this, and it's nice but I don't think I understand it." Scott confessed quietly.

"It's a Turian thing. It's an expression of deep affection. Hand in hand and minds as one, this is for a close and abiding friendship. Heads in hands and hearts together, that's for love. She holds your head, right?" Sid explained with a soft smile Scott nodded, feeling the slight roughness of her plates against his skin. "You're a lucky man."

"So this is us then? Hand in hand and minds as one? Palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss?" Scott asked as they broke apart.

"That's some nice Shakespeare. Yeah, Ryder. This is us."

Scott was totally okay with that.

oOo

Vetra had gotten everything she wanted out of the Krogan; he was a charming young man, entirely enamoured with Sid and a perfect gentleman besides. Vetra felt a little sorry for him, knowing her sister as she did, for there was only heartbreak to come. Watching her lover and sister dance, as and when breaks in conversation permitted, she became keenly aware that Sid was flirting hard with Scott. Indeed, they both seemed to be flirting with each other, enjoying a back-and-forth conversation, on what she could only guess but knowing her sister it was all deeply personal. Vetra was never the jealous type, and she trusted Scott completely, but still a nag of possessive irritation tugged at her.

She'd already decided to give Scott a hard time about it, even as the two stopped dancing and Sid embraced him as a friend. It melted her heart to see her little sister and her lover bonding, like family, even if she knew the conversational nature of that bonding was a little more intimate than she would have liked.

"Then again..." Vetra thought to herself as Vinka returned with drinks and the two dancers made their way back over. "...Sid always was the better with words."

"You about done interrogating my boyfriend, Sis?" Sid asked, taking a seat beside Vinka and placing her hand on the Krogan's upper thigh and giving him a little squeeze as she reached for her drink. Scott didn't know Krogan's could blush.

"I am. You done trying to bed mine?" Vetra shot back with some slight irritation. Sid should really know better than to push her buttons.

"I tried but he's having none of it. And really, I just don't think of him like that. He's more like...an older cousin. Sorry, Ryder." Sid said with a knowing smirk to Scott.

"My poor heart, I fear it shall never recover. How you wound me so, you mean creature. Vetra, your sister is mean." Scott cried dramatically, turning to Vetra with a childish pout.

"Wait 'till you see where she gets it from." Vetra said menacingly over the rim of her glass. She shot Ryder a soft smile, one only he would see, to set his mind at ease. She couldn't stay mad at him for Sid bringing out the worst in her.

"Hay, I spoke to the barman, apparently there's a karaoke contest on tonight. Starts in an hour." Vinka said, downing his ale in one fell swig. Scott felt compelled to keep up. "Apparently the place really fills up for it."

"Well, I'm game if you are, big man." Scott said with a laugh that morphed into a hearty belch. Sid giggled while Vetra recoiled.

"Oh no, I don't sing. Not sober, anyway." Vinka insisted with a shy smile. It lit the fire of inspiration in Scott, and he jumped from his seat and dashed to the bar.

"He uh...he must be thirsty." the Krogan suggested.

"Nope." Vetra explained. "He's gonna' get you shit faced and try to win the contest. I hope you brought your A game."

The drinks came thick and fast; shots and beer for the men, Turian wine for the women as per their request. Conversation became light and fluid; Scott was fascinated with Vinka's work in hydroponics and Sid wanted to hear all about their adventures from Vetra. There was some mild flirtation as the drinks sank down and somehow Scott found himself being carried bridal style to the bathroom by Vinka, much to everyone's amusement. Scott thought it a little sad that the Krogan, who was really a lovely guy, might soon find himself heartbroken. It was clear from the way he spoke how much he adored Sid, and had done since he'd laid eyes on her. Scott saw some of himself in the Krogan, if truth be told.

In a little short of an hour, and a few hundred credits later, Vinka and Scott were well past the foothills of drunk and aiming for the lofty heights of wasted. The karaoke contest was about to get underway and the club was now packed to standing-room only. Fifty contestants had signed up for the show, and many more who wanted to sing but not compete. The contest, opened to much applause by the Asari proprietor, began with a pair of Turians. Scott, for the life of him, couldn't understand a word they came out with, but he enjoyed their enthusiasm.

Contestants came and went; some really rather good, some too drunk to find the stage, until the host finally called for Ryder to make his way to the stage. Scott game Vetra a quick kiss and winked at her with that sly, mischievous grin he always wore whenever he was about to do something stupid. The crowd applauded and cheered him up to the stage where, after making his selection at the console, he approached the microphone and surveyed the crowd.

His musical choice opened with a soft piano melody that stilled the crowd. Perhaps it was the lighting, or simply Scott's own presence, but everyone in the club was watching him, and Vetra couldn't help but notice, he was watching only her. Then he started singing.

"Look into my eyes, you will see...what you mean too me."

Light applause rippled through the crowd. Scott could sing, there was no doubt. He didn't have a classically clear, strong singing voice, it was rough but light at the same time. He held the vintage microphone on its stand in one hand while his other tucked casually into his pocket, and appeared totally at ease on the stage, and even with all eyes on him, his never left Vetra.

"Don't tell me it's not worth trying for. You can't tell me it's not worth dying for…"

Sid leaned across to her sister with an awestruck look on her face.

"With no exaggeration Sis, your man is the hottest thing walking right now." she said quietly.

"He's definitely...something." Vetra replied, only half concentrating on her sister. Her attention was entirely elsewhere.

"Everything I do...I do it for you."

Vetra had that feeling that they were the only two in the room right then. Even when the room burst into applause as the music took it up a notch, she couldn't help but feel Scott was trying to tell her something, in a very unsubtle way.

Suffice to say, Scott was a hit with the crowd. By the song's end couples were dancing all around the club, others singing along with gusto, and more than a few lonely souls were keeping the bar propped up, lamenting their loneliness. A standing ovation was given as the last notes of the backing track faded out and Ryder took a bow. He stepped down from the stage and made his way back to the table, accepting handshakes and slaps on the back from the other patrons, and plopped himself down beside Vetra and took up his drink.

"Thirsty work." he said with a sideways grin as his took a swig of his beer. "So, how bad was it?

"You were good, actually. Really good." Vetra said warmly. She slid herself close to Scott, slid her arm around him and rested her chin on his shoulder. "You never stop surprising me, Scott Ryder."

"Hay nice work, Ryder!" Vinka called from across the table, he himself up for a crack at the title shortly. "Great song too!"

"It's a total chick magnet, man! You should try it!" Scott called back with a chuckle.

"No thanks, I'm gonna get my Marley on!" Vinka boomed over his beer.

"Wait, Bob Marley? You're a Marley fan?" Scott asked with surprise.

"I'm a Botanist, what do you think I do in my spare time?"

"Uh...Sid?" Scott ventured. Vetra nudged him sharply to make her disapproval known.

"Well uh...yeah! But y'know...Botany, Marley...plants man!" Vinka explained vaguely. After a moment the penny dropped.

"You grow pot?!" Scott asked, aghast.

"For the Medical Wing, sure. It's all above board, I just like to mix things up in my spare time, y'know? I grow the best Blueberry Stardream in Andromeda." Vinka boasted in a not-so-hushed tone.

"Oh man, I could tell you stories…" Scott started, but got cut short by Vetra nudging him hard in the ribs. "Ah...but another time. Who's for another drink?"

"I'm up in a minute." Vinka said, nodding his head towards the stage. "Wish me luck."

oOo

Vinka bombed. Without a doubt, his performance all but ripped the roof off the club and by the end of One Love even the most morbidly dour patrons were smiling, swaying along to the mellow Jamaican vibes. Scott watched on in awe of the Krogan; not only was his performance pitch-perfect but the hulking botanist managed to capture the spirit of the song and delivered it to everyone, like a gift-wrapped present. Sid, Scott noticed, was more than impressed.

When Vinka returned from the stage, he did so with a gaggle of admirers and well-wishers. Many among them were female, and Scott couldn't help but smirk at the Krogan's apparent unease with such attentions. Sid, for her part, made her disapproval of the fawning females known. Complimentary drinks were handed around, purchased by patrons particularly moved by the Marley maestro, and the group settled in for the remainder of the evening.

It came as no surprise when, at the end of the contest, Scott and Vinka were awarded joint first place. To great applause the made their way to the stage and accepted their award, a trophy and year-long VIP perks, and Vinka said a few words of thanks and brought the competition to a close. The clubs regular soundtrack resumed, and everyone got back into the upbeat swing of things. Scott, however, was feeling a bit past his best. It was the early hours of the morning, after all.

"I have to say, this has been a blast. I think I'm gonna' bug out though, I'm feeling my age." Scott announced, thinking longingly of his bed and Vetra's soft, sleeping breath on his shoulder.

"I second this notion! I wanna' get this one home." Sid said of Vinka with a purr. Since his performance she had been noticeably affectionate towards the Krogan.

"Something tells me you're not the only one with that plan." Scott pointed out, eyeing the various ladies of the club who all had eyes for Vinka.

"They'll have to go through me first." Sid growled.

"Bitches be crazy…" Scott muttered to his new Krogan friend.

"I know, groupies, right?" Vinka chuckled back. Sid was not amused.

"Oh, groupies is it? Right, out of this club Mister, you're in trouble." Sid demanded, taking Vinka by the arm and hauling him from his seat and in the direction of the exit. Scott suddenly found himself being hauled in the same direction.

"You too, drunk man." Vetra snapped at him.

"Hay, where's the fire?" Scott asked, lamenting the loss of his half-finished pint.

"In my pants, that good enough for you?" Vetra hissed into his ear. Scott became all business-like very quickly.

"Well shit, let's not wait for the grass to grow! Lead on." he said, straightening his shirt.

The group parted ways outside the club, with much hugging, back slapping and even a friendly kiss from Sid to Scott. Vinka slipped Scott a small object, a sealed capsule about the size of a pen, with a wink and a nudge, before departing with Sid. Scott and Vetra walked back to their apartment hand in hand.

"That was...an amazing night." Scott said from where he lay, shirtless and shoeless on his bed. Vetra stripped out of her outfit and joined him.

"I didn't know you could sing like that." she said, curling up next to him.

"I had a few lessons as a kid, I didn't think it stuck though." he explained.

"What did Vinka give you?"

"I'm guessing a sample of his Blueberry Stardream. You wanna' blaze up with me?"

"No. I'm too mad at you for attracting a load of other women. I don't like it."

"Are you jealous, Vetra?" Scott asked with a toying smirk.

"Yes. I'm a possessive, jealous woman, and it's all your fault."

"Oh, how so?"

Vetra sighed to herself and pulled the covered over them both, wrapping her man in her arms and settling her head beside his.

"If you weren't so damn perfect I never would have fallen in love with you. And I have, Scott. I'm in love with you."

No more words were uttered, there was nothing more to be said. They fell asleep in each other's arms, and although Scott knew Vetra didn't need to hear the words from him, he'd make damn sure she knew, one way or the other, the feeling was more than mutual.

oOo

AN: Written with creative direction from Lunar Silver.

Sorry it took so long, hang in there there's more to come. Maybe some revisions too. We'll see.

Toodles. xx