#thy'lek shran x reader

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Day 2, but my first post! I knew I wanted to include Shran somewhere this month, and hopefully this has done his foine Andorian ass justice. Without further ado:

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Day 2: Against a Wall - Commander Shran x Fem!Reader

Warnings: this is Kinktober, people, so please no minors! This one is pretty much just what it says on the tin. | Words: ~590 | Song: Lovin' on Me - Jack Harlow

Your spine bumped painfully against the hard edge of a control panel in the wall, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not with Shran’s lips attached to your neck the way they were. Heat blazed along your skin where the commander left bites and open-mouthed kisses, his hands wrapped firmly around your wrists, pressing them against the wall behind you. You were completely at his mercy.

“Shran,” you moaned, tipping your head back. The man in question snarled against your shoulder where he was worrying your skin with his teeth. The heat was getting to you, your knees weakening beneath you. Your hips rolled of their own accord, desperate for some friction at your core. The knee he’d shoved between your legs brought you some relief and you wriggled against him shamelessly. 

Shran finally put some distance between his mouth and your skin, tsking softly. “Desperate girl,” he muttered, his eyes dark and almost murderous, as though he could eat you alive. “You want me to fuck you right here against this wall, don’t you?”

You nodded vehemently, betraying all sense of decorum with your desires, warmth pressing behind your closed eyes. 

“Words, little one.” The words lingered as Shran’s breath caressed the shell of your ear.

“Please, Commander. I need you,” you breathed, brushing your lips against his temple. 

Those seemed to be the magic words, Shran’s hands slipping deftly into your pants and past your undergarments to brush softly against your clit. 

He captured your lips with his, pulling your moans into his mouth, and it felt like a matter of moments before he was tugging your uniform pants down over your ass. Glancing down, you fumbled with his uniform belt for a moment before you managed to unzip his pants, his blue length springing free. Shran groaned against your neck as you marveled at the juxtaposition of your skin against his, tracing your fingers lightly from base to tip. 

After a few experimental strokes of his cock, Shran seemed to lose his composure, turning you roughly, his fingers strumming your clit as he slid into you from behind. You pressed your flushed cheek against the cool wall as Shran filled you. With one hand down the front of your pants and the other jammed between the wall and your breasts, palming them beneath your uniform top, the Andorian commander fucked you just the way you always imagined he would when you fantasized about him in your quarters late at night. Sucking a dark mark into the curve of your neck, he fucked you hard, his thrusts deep and slow at first, then delirious and frenzied as you chased your highs together. You hoped distractedly that no one could hear Shran pounding you into the wall. 

You crashed first, Shran carrying you higher than anyone ever had before. And as you cried out and clenched around him, he followed you over the edge, his strong arms locking you against him as he came inside you. Neither of you moved for a few long moments, catching your breath and reveling in the closeness. You winced as Shran pulled out - it didn’t escape his notice, and he cradled your face in his palms as he turned you back to face him. With gentle hands, he began to right your uniform, but bit back a smirk as he glanced down to fix your top. Looking down, you saw the dark outline of the control panel pressed into your skin and, with a snort, dropped your head onto Shran’s shoulder.

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Could you do headcanons for Andorian courting/mating practices? Maybe specifically something for Tholos or Shran trying to court a reader who’s completely oblivious to Andorian courting traditions and so is painfully oblivious to his attempts to woo her?

"Miscommunication" ENT Thy'lek Shran x Fem! Reader (1/2)

A/N: I had to do a lot of research for this character because I have not watched Star Trek Enterprise. Thankfully, a friend let me borrow their box set.

A/N+: *Usha-shan is a made-up term for mating display/duel. I also posted a Weird Kinky HC for this as well to help give some context.

TW: Mature Themes

You had strange things been happening to you for weeks. The Andorians would constantly "run into" the Enterprise on more than one occasion. This was becoming more of an issue due to the frequency. However, Archer couldn't pass up an opportunity for diplomacy.

The only problem for you really was Shran. He always seemed insistent on having you join him and the other senior officers for meetings. Other times he would have you come aboard his ship for some long menial chore. At one point he invited you to a late-night briefing only to find a diner for two.

It was getting on your nerves at some points, but like Archer you wanted to be accommodating and diplomatic. You were unsure if Shran was trying to do the same. After your latest run-ins with Shran, you would return to your quarters to find a variety of strange gifts.

The first time it happened Shran presented you with a beautiful Andorian gemstone necklace. The second time you were gifted with a large container of fresh vegetables, fruits, and meat, that you promptly gifted to Cook. Then on the most recent visit, you returned to a room filled with furs and silks.

You would try to talk to him about it on his next visit. It usually didn't take long for him to come back around. However, this visit seemed different. He would try to avoid you as much as possible. He would speak with Captain Archer in whispers. He would try not to look at you in corridors. He would sometimes go in the opposite direction when he saw you. It made you believe that whatever he was trying to do was over. You just hoped you didn't insult him.

Shran felt nervous asking Archer for such a favor but he didn't know who else to trust. He had gained affection for one of his crew so it was only fair he asked him for assistance. He had tried everything to win you over, but it seemed as if you had no idea what he was trying to tell you. This made his blood boil when you ignored him, but it made him want you even more.

He walked into Archer's office, slammed his hands down on his desk, and looked him squarely in the eyes. "I need your help."

Archer looked confused, "Now what?" He sounded a little too sarcastic for his liking.

"I need to impress one of your crewmen. I wish to take them as a mate." Shran loudly whispered, afraid that any passers-by might hear him.

Archer raised his eyebrows shocked that he, Commander Shran of the Imperial Guard, would fall in love with a human being. He had several questions running through his mind, "Who?"

Shran let out a sigh, "It's Ensign (L/N)." He straightened up and put his hands behind his back, "I have tried to win their affection, however, they don't seem to notice."

"I have gifted them rare jewels, and silks, and provided them a vast array of resources yet they elect to ignore me." He said his antenna leaning back. "That is why I must show them that I am worthy of their attention."

He reached into his uniform jacket and pulled out a pad. "This is a detailed record of the *Usha-shan, a display of one's strength and vitality."

"I'm not going to have to try and kill you again am I?" Archer groaned a little taking the pad.

"That is not required." Shran laughed, "Though I think presenting them your head would be as appealing."

After explaining *Usha-shan to Archer, he agreed as long as no one would get killed. Shran was hopeful, he had not been in a duel like this for a while but he was hopeful about his prospects. Archer had no interest in winning you over so if that meant he would have the upper hand. For him, nothing could go wrong.

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Festivities And Fraternization

This is specifically for a very dear friend. I'm sorry, bb, I know this is late, but I do lysm and I hope this will be a good start to the next chapter of your life. Happy (Belated) Birthday! 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Thy'lek Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This has a bit of innuendo and flirting, but there's nothing blatantly smutty.]

Warnings: Implied interspecies romance, implied Human/Andorian romance, hugging, birthdays, pre-relationship, fluff, forehead kisses.

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For the third time that morning, Commander Shran heard your name being whispered by a secretive looking group of officers. The first two times, he was walking through the corridors of Enterprise, heading for the bridge to get a status report. This time, he was grabbing his midday meal and had just retrieved a glass of some kind of juice to go with his food when he heard the distinct sound of lowered voices.

As with the previous incidents, he noted that one of their number was keeping watch as they conspired in a quiet corner of the otherwise deserted Mess Hall.

What reason did a group of suspicious looking officers have to say your name in relation to whatever they were scheming? He recognized them, of course. He'd made a point of getting to know all of Enterprise's officers when he'd been allowed to serve aboard Captain Archer's ship.

Hoshi, Trip, and Travis - the latter of whom was the lookout - all claimed to be your friends. So why would they be whispering about you while taking care not to be caught? Thy'lek pulled himself up to his full height, feeling his antennae flatten backward in tune with his simmering frustration.

Travis's eyes widened, and he tapped the shoulders of the other two, prompting them to break off abruptly when they spotted Shran sidling up to their table.

"Oh, don't let me interrupt," he crooned as he pulled another chair over and took a seat. With a slightly wooden smile, he set his lunch on the table. It was rude of him to cut them off, but it was even worse for them to be talking behind your back when you weren't there to defend yourself. "How are your shifts going today, hm? Everyone keeping busy?"

The trio looked at each other in confusion, and Hoshi began to stammer out a response.

"I...Yes, sir. We just finished eating–"

"Well, then there's no sense in languishing in here, is there?" He suggested rather bluntly, and the two younger officers grabbed their trays, practically falling over themselves to clean up and get back to their posts. Shran took a sip of his juice, and turned his gaze toward Trip.

"What's got your antennas in a twist, today? Poor Hoshi was as pale as a ghost when you snapped at her, and Travis looked like he wanted to stick his head in the sand. There was no need for you to talk to them like that," Trip said frowning at the still irritated Andorian. Shran respected him for standing up for his officers, but knowing that he'd been just as guilty of talking about you behind your back wiped any feelings of neutrality that Shran had been harboring for the Commander.

"I would expect childish behavior from junior officers, but from you, Tucker? I'm disappointed."

With a look of confusion, Trip shook his head and left the Mess Hall without a word. Finally alone, Shran pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a heavy sigh. How would he be able to tell you that people were talking about you? For that matter, should he tell you in the first place? Wouldn't that just hurt your feelings and make the situation worse?

A familiar, gentle hand rested on his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Thy'lek? What's wrong?" He hadn't heard you come in, but there you stood as beautiful as always, looking at him with wide, concerned eyes.

A smile - a genuine one, this time - crossed his lips, and he covered your fingers with his own.

"It's nothing. Just a strange day, that's all," he murmured, gesturing for you to join him. You set your tray down, but you didn't start eating right away, keeping your gaze fixed squarely on him. "I mean it. I'm alright."

"...If you're sure," you replied, and Shran promised that he was before changing the topic. It wouldn't do for him to act rashly on this, no matter how strong his protective instincts were when it came to you.

--

When Shran was making his rounds on the Bridge later that day, he saw Trip make his way over to the Captain's chair, Hoshi trailing quietly behind him. The only word he could catch from their whispered exchange was your name, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Captain," Shran called, "may I have a word with you and Commander Tucker in private? Now?"

Archer looked a little perplexed at the palpable anger in his tone, but he smiled and nodded his head in agreement regardless. As soon as the door closed behind the three of them, Shran narrowed his eyes and allowed all of his righteous anger come spilling out.

"Captain, there is a disciplinary problem on this ship. Three times today alone, I've noted groups of crewmen talking about a particular crew member behind her back, including Commander Tucker," the Andorian seethed, glaring at the Engineer.

"If you'll just let me explain–"

"What is there to explain? A senior officer shouldn't be gossiping or spreading rumors behind someone's back when they aren't present to defend thmselves! Such behavior lacks integrity and honor! I expected a member of Starfleet to comport themselves better," Shran snarled, but Captain Archer cleared his throat beside the two.

"Commander...have a seat. There's been a misunderstanding, and I'd like to clear it up." When the Andorian did no more than turn his glare on Archer instead, the Captain sighed. "I know you care about her, and we do, too. It's her birthday tomorrow, and the whole crew has been trying to plan a surprise for her."

Shran looked at him blankly, some of his anger fading away in the wake of his confusion.

"...'Birthday'?" He'd heard the term once before, but he didn't know what it meant. You couldn't possibly be pregnant. Shran had seen an image of a Human who was with child, but you didn't look like that at all. Reluctantly, Shran took a seat, and Jonathan dismissed Trip, allowing him to go back to his duties.

"Humans have a tradition. Every year on the anniversary of the date that we were born, we acknowledge the passing of another year. It's a celebration, a...a way to mark a person's increasing age and wisdom," the Captain said. "A lot of people, including most of the crew, try to give surprise parties for the person whose birthday it is. That's what Mr. Tucker and the other officers have been trying to do. They were talking about the Lieutenant, because they wanted to plan a party for her without her finding out and ruining the surprise."

Thy'lek's shoulders relaxed, and his antennae lifted the rest of the way upward.

"I apologize for my outburst, then. I just thought..." Shran trailed off with a vague wave of his hand, but Archer just laughed and sat at his desk.

"Don't worry. The whole crew knows how you feel about her, and, hey, I get it. If I thought somebody was talking about the person I loved behind their back, I would've reacted exactly like you did," the Captain commiserated, offering him a small smile. "Now...something else I should mention, is that typically people end up giving gifts to the recipient of the party, but obviously, since you're Andorian, you wouldn't be held to that standard."

"No. I have something that I've been meaning to give the Lieutenant," Shran said picturing the object he had stashed in his quarters. Just picturing the sweetness of your smile made him relax in his seat. "So, how can I help with the party?"

With a wide, enthusiastic smile, Archer leaned forward.

"I'm so glad you asked."

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As soon as he and the Captain had exited his office, Shran offered his apologies to the officers he'd snapped at and made his way to Sickbay to speak with Phlox. Apparently, the Doctor was in charge of organizing this particular surprise party.

Shran received and carried out his orders well, keeping you distracted so that you wouldn't grow suspicious while the cargo bay was being decorated. That wasn't exactly a hardship for him. The Commander relished any time he got to spend with you, even if it was something as simple as a quiet evening staring out a viewport together at the passing stars.

In fact, he was quite certain he liked those nights the most. There, in the solitude of your quarters, something soft and vulnerable unfurled in his chest as he beheld your face bathed in starlight. The way you snuggled up against his side, trusting him with the vulnerability of such moments, only reinforced the notion that Starfleet was the right place for him - that being at your side was his real home.

So, the evening before your birthday, the two of you curled up together in your quarters talking late into the night. Eventually, you both fell silent, and a gentle weight settled on his shoulder just after midnight. The Commander looked down at your sleeping face and couldn't suppress a smile. You looked so peaceful resting against him.

Carefully, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to your bed.

"May your dreams be as sweet as you are," he whispered as he pulled the covers up just the way you liked them. Shran debated with himself for a long moment before finally leaning down and kissing your forehead. "Happy Birthday, Lieutenant."

Normally when you'd fallen asleep during their calm evenings, he'd gratefully allow himself to pass out on your sofa for the night. The Commander claimed it was too far to walk, but, truthfully, he just wanted an excuse to be a little closer, to protect you while you slept...and to rest atop a pillow that smelled like you.

Tonight, though, he had one final duty to perform for the party tomorrow. He had to get your gift ready.

Keeping secrets from you was not something he'd ever planned to do, but Thy'lek knew that you'd enjoy what was waiting for you in the cargo bay the next day. Still, his heart gave a pang when he thought of you waking up alone and wondering why he'd left.

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"Thy'lek, shouldn't you be on duty right now?" You asked, but you didn't show any signs of releasing your grip on his arm as he led you through the ship.

"I assure you, Captain Archer won't mind if I spend a few minutes with my favorite girl," the Commander said patting your hand where it rested on his forearm. He'd been guiding you slowly, in a meandering path toward the decorated cargo bay, diverting your attention from the crewmen hurrying down the corridor with a few last-minute details. "Do you have any special plans for today? After all, it is your day off."

"Oh, um...not really," you murmured giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "Why? Did you have something in mind?"

Oh, if only you knew. The pair of you were approaching the doors, so instead of answering, Shran simply paused before the control panel and turned to face you.

"Why don't you find out?" He asked gesturing to the controls. You gave him a quizzical look but ultimately opened the doors. The whole bay was bathed in darkness, but you still took a step inside. You knew Thy'lek wouldn't let you get hurt. With him at your back, you walked a few feet forward.

"What are we–"

"SURPRISE!"

The lights flicked on to reveal all your friends standing in the middle of the cargo bay. Some makeshift streamers and decorations were strategically placed throughout the space, and atop a table comprised of a large storage container stood a cake.

"Happy Birthday," Shran murmured from right behind you. When you turned to face him, tears had gathered in your eyes and a giant smile stretched both your lips and his. You threw your arms around him, and he caught you effortlessly. "I hope you enjoy your party, sweet girl."

All the while, the weight of the small pendant that he'd wrapped up for you the night before rested squarely in his pocket where he'd placed it. It had been in his family for generations, and he hoped that it would prove how serious he was when he finally told you how much he cared for you.

He didn't know if he'd have the courage to do so tonight, but the pendant was a start. Shran had thought he'd seen affection in your eyes more than once when you looked at him. He just hoped he was right.

For now, though, he was eager to see you enjoy yourself. After all, this was your day. He wanted you to make the most of it.

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Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise Pairing: Thy'lek Shran x fem! human Reader Words: 2.2K Prompt: Child  stealing parent's clothes. Summary: The reader come back home only to find that apparently some of their clothes have changed ownership…. A/N: Man, I've recently been writing so much Star Trek, I could just rename myself to a Star Trek fanfiction account. I have absolutely no idea of Andori, however in a dictionary I found it said that a challorn is a very sweet-smelling flower. I found there the pronouns and labels regarding parents or children I also kind of feel like, that Shran got a bit OOC, so, sorry I guess?

A gust of icy wind rustled her winter coat open one last time before Y/N closed the door behind her with a soft snort.

As soon as the cold wind from Andor no longer touched her, she shook herself as if to throw off the cold. Snowflakes hung in her hair and she felt as if her fingers were frozen off despite her gloves. One would think that after three years she would finally have got used to this eternal, bloody cold, but this was not the case. Disgruntled, she trudged over to the dressing area to slip off the heavy boots she had to wear all year round,

She didn't want to sound rude. While she hated nothing more than cold, which was why Andor was perhaps not the ideal place to live, it did have its benefits. Her work, for example, which she loved more than anything. The culture and language of the Andorians. Or-

"You're home already, challorn." Warm hands stroked the back of her neck before helping her out of her coat. A small smile spread across her features as she was greeted by one of the two main advantages of why she endured on this planet. The hands took the thick coat and hung it on the coat rack. "I've been gone for eight day. I thought you'd be happy to see me, Th'se." She turned, only to look into Shran's face, which had such a gentle expression on it that an outsider might not even have recognised him as the commander of the Imperial Guard. Smirking, he raised his hand and brushed some snowflakes out of her hair, before I leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her lips. "I did." He smirked again. "It's been years and you still can't pronounce it quite right."

Grumbling, she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I'll do my best, Thy'lek. However, I'm happy to call you something else if it bothers you so much. Baby, perhaps." She had to suppress a grin, knowing how much the Andorian hated that nickname. A fact she had to agree with him on. Y/N had never understood why so many people insisted on giving their lovers a nickname that also described an infant. Shran growled softly and placed his fingers under her chin. "You know how much I detest that word in that regard." His expression softened and he smirked slightly. "Besides, your pronunciation is most endearing, challorn." He leaned forward slightly and gently placed his warm lips on her cold ones. A comforting shiver ran through her and she closed the distance between them, bathing herself in his warmth. Thy'lek chuckled softly at her action and leaned his forehead against hers. "Can it be that you are cold, love?"

She murmured softly only wrapping her arms around him tighter. "Stupid cold. Stupid snow."

"It's not that cold yet. Just wait until winter comes." Glowering, she stared up at him. "Stupid cold-resistant Andorians."

"And I assumed you'd come to appreciate me," he murmured in her ear. Satisfied, Shran watched as goose bumps spread over her, clearly visible.

"But only because you're so nice and warm. Would have thought you were cold." He laughed and ran his hand through her hair. Again she shivered, but this time not with satisfaction but with cold. On closer inspection, he noticed that her clothes had become wet, despite the thick winter clothing.

"Come." Gently he took her by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom. "You need a hot bath to warm you up again." She hesitated. "What about Talla?" Shran opened the door to the bathroom. "She sleeping right now. She was so excited to see you, she couldn't sleep the whole night." Y/N's heart melted at the thought of her little girl, however her thoughts wandered elsewhere, when he knelt in front of the edge of the basin and turned on the tap. Suggestively, she raised her eyebrow and let her cold fingertips wander over the back of his neck. Shran closed his eyes briefly to suppress the chill and other emotions that were rising. "Is there something you want to tell me, Th'se?" He swallowed once before standing up and turning quickly to pull her to him. "Not today, I'm afraid, challorn," he murmured into her neck where his warm skin gave her goosebumps again. "Talla is in the next room. Besides, I want you to clean up and warm up."

"Surely you could help with the latter. Besides you said, she's asleep." He just laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Enjoy your bath. I'll take care of dinner." Y/N blew him a kiss. "Love you."

He just smiled before leaving the bathroom and leaving her to herself.

With an agonised groan, she peeled herself out of the clammy clothes and dropped them carelessly on the floor. She would have more than enough time to put them away properly later. She closed the tap and slowly dipped her foot into the water. Spasmodically, she tried to suppress a silent scream. On her cold skin, the warm water felt like lava, yet Shran would break down the door, a weapon in each hand, if she cried out.

So she gritted her teeth and allowed herself to be submerged in the tub bit by bit, a little at a time, getting used to the temperature difference.

It took a while, but when her body finally stopped rebelling against the sudden warmth, she gave a contented sigh and let herself sink deeper into the tub. She was aware that she would have to escape from this cosy warmth at some point, but at that moment she was perfectly content to stay in her personal little world. Unfortunately, the peace did not last long. A knock made her flinch, causing a little water to spill over the edge of the tub. "Momma? Are you in there?"

Y/N grew even warmer and would have loved to have jumped out of the bath immediately, ripped open the door and taken her daughter into her arms. However, she knew she would have to boil in the hot water for at least another ten minutes to avoid catching a cold or worse, so she only replied with a" Yes, Zhri'za. I'm in here."

"When are you coming out? I've missed you." She could imagine all too well that Talla's eyes were the size of plates by now and her heart broke at Talla's words. "Darling, I just got into the bath."

"Please?" came the childish plea from behind the door and Y/N could almost see Talla's little antennae drop down in her mind's eye. She sighed soundlessly.

Actually, she had never thought about children. With her job, it wasn't really easy either. To be honest, she had long ago resigned herself to never having children. However, her heart didn't seem to have been paying attention when she decided to fall in love with an Andorian. As a bonus, there was an ice planet and a small baby.

At first she had been sceptical. She as a mother? She hadn't even been able to keep her cacti alive, how was she supposed to look after a small child?

When she had held Talla in her arms for the first time, she had feared for her life. She knew how devotedly Shran loved his daughter. But he had only assured her that she needn't worry too much, and in the end he had been right.

Nothing had happened to Talla and it had been very cute when she had snuggled up to Y/N. But finally, she had found her heart. But she had finally lost her heart to the little Andorian when she had gripped Y/N's fingers tightly with her big little fists and started to explore Y/N's body with her little feelers.

"I'll be out of this tub in ten minutes. When I'm done changing, we can do something together." A soft whimper came from outside the door. "But it'll take so long. I haven't seen you in weeks." Once again, she felt her heart start to crack a bit and she almost gave in and rushed outside to hug her little girl and never let go as footsteps came closer. "Zhei," Shran's voice sounded admonishing, yet still gentle. "Your mother is exhausted. Why don't you give her these few minutes?"

"But I missed her." Talla's voice sounded sad, defeated. The footsteps came closer and she could see in her mind's eye Shran lifting the child and rocking her back and forth. "Me too. And you're about to have a lot of time to spend with her. However, she needs to warm up her pink body first. After all, she is so fragile unlike us."

"Hey," she protested, however her laughter could be clearly heard. "Take your time," Shran returned and left her to her own devices, taking Talla with her. She had clearly heard how much he had had to stifle another comment because Talla had been standing next to him.

She tried to take her time. But from the moment she heard Talla's voice, she could think of nothing but taking her little girl in her arms and hugging her tightly. Another sigh escaped Y/N as she reached for the soap and began to soap her hair.

Within no time, she had got out of the bath, drained the water from the tub and slipped on the clothes Shran had left at her door.

He was truly a different person at home.

Y/N opened the door and hurried down the corridor, hoping not to look too needy, but failed. When she arrived in the living area, Talla was currently squatting on the floor, colouring on a piece of paper. In the background, she heard noises coming from the kitchen. Her eyes focused on Talla again when something caught her eye. She tilted her head.

"Is that mine?"

Talla wheeled around. "Momma!" She jumped up and stumbled over to Y/N on her short legs. The latter leapt forward to stop Talla from greeting the ground with her face, but she hardly seemed to notice as she was already wrapping her small arms around Y/N's neck and burying her face in her neck. Y/N laughed softly and walked over to the sofa with the small child in her arms. Subconsciously, she noticed how Talla began to feel her face with her antennae, as if to reassure herself that she was really back. All at once she felt her shoulder getting wet and the little Andorian girl began to tremble. She was crying.

"Hey, sweetie." Chuckling, she rubbed Talla's back hoping to calm her down. "It's okay, shhhh. I'm here, everything's fine." Talla's voice was thin and quiet as she breathed into Y/N's ear," I missed you, Momma. Please don't go away for so long again, please." In response, she only pulled her tighter into her arms. Unfortunately, she couldn't promise anything. After all, Earth could always demand a few reports from her.

All in all, Talla needed almost five minutes before she calmed down again. Her breathing became steadier and deeper and Y/N noticed that her jumper was no longer soaked. And while she was on the subject of jumpers....

"Say Zhri'za, isn't that the jumper Malcolm sent me a while ago?" Talla straightened up and looked to the side sheepishly. This allowed her a better look at the piece of clothing and it was indeed hers. Malcolm had sent her a package for her birthday recently, which had been full of some ridiculous item to keep a person warm. It had become a tradition between her and the Brit to send each other "ridiculous" gifts, or ones that made them laugh or smile. Sometimes, however, only to the amusement of the other. She would never forget the horrified look on Malcolm's face when she had given him a shirt with George Washington printed on it with the words "Too cool for British rule". In return, he had given her a blue jumper with a bug on the front, which Talla was now wearing.

Talla crossed her arms in front of her chest and defiantly returned, "I missed you. So I needed something from you. So it's actually your fault, Momma." Inwardly, Y/N rolled her eyes in amusement. Talla was very much Shran's daughter. Just as stubborn. Just as convinced of being right. At least she hadn't started running around with knives in her hands, even if Y/N knew Shran would like her to.

"Of course you do." Her voice dripped with amusement, but Talla took no notice of it, having now decided to tell her mother everything she had missed in the past few days, not several weeks as Talla said. So while she listened to her daughter, she couldn't help but think how absolutely cute she was in this far too large jumper. The sleeves were double, almost triple too long and the hem of the garment dragged on the floor like an evening gown. How Talla managed not to slip out of this garment, she did not know. What she did know, however, when she asked Talla to give her the jumper back a few hours later and she refused, was that she would have to ask Malcolm for a second jumper.

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Any Shran fanfiction around? 🙃 Asking for a friend 😇

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Oh Shran! One of my biggest disappointments when Enterprise was cancelled after only four seasons was: No. More. Shran.

And, alas, I am envious of those Andorian antennae dancing with every emotion.

I'm loving this story and recommend it. Thanks @andorianicecave for creating and sharing it.

Shran thinks you’re cute.

He’s also paranoid, and thinks that you may be a spy.

[tagthetrekkie]

Shran being your father figure

Highly inspired by @deepspacedukat

I can write a part 2 in the future

The fact you were the first human child he ever saw, made you way more special

Teaching him about the human culture

Occasionally eating together in the mass hall

He saying you can call him just Shran

Having a Andorian pet name (something like sweetie)

Sitting next to each other during the movie nights

Shran wanting to teach you how to use the ushaan-tor

Archer don’t finding this a good idea

He telling you about his time commanding the Kumari

Always going to him when he comes back from a away mission

Asking him if his antennas have the same purpose as the ones from insects

Explain to him what is a insect

Being proud when you do something he taught

He telling you how you would like his daughter

You saying he is your favorite person in the Enterprise

Calling him dad once or twice

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[Thy’lek Shran] Little Things

♫ - Ophelia - The Lumineers

For a lovely Anon, thank you for your kind comments; I sincerely hope you enjoy, lovely! You lot too, precious humans and aliens alike! Hugs! ♡

Mornings were not your forte. You hated them, you always had. There was just something about waking up and it being cold and dreary that never caught your fancy. That being said, mornings weren't so bad when Shran was around.

By no means was Shran a morning person either, he hated every time of the day, but when he was there it made waking seem easier. You made it better for him, too, and he was always thankful when he would feel you near him.

The air was cold, the weather rather down. You opened your eyes, and immediately you could feel him beside you. Your arms and legs usually were tangled together in a mess in some form, encased by the warm duvet that shielded the cold from the both of you. This was no different.

"Good morning, Y/N" Shran spoke, his voice low and tired, still not having adjusted to being awake. You smiled up at him, placing a light kiss on his jaw, before snuggling back down into his side.

"Morning, I trust you slept well, my love." Your voice equally as tired rang out, and Shran chuckled.

"All the better with you here, zletha."

He always liked to call you that, his flower. He thought it fit you well, and you liked it, too. Nicknames weren't something you were ever inclined to have or use, but from him, it seemed natural.

No more words were shared, and you stayed like that, both of you refusing to move from the warmth and the company of the other. Eventually, you had drifted back to sleep (it was always you, Shran would never let himself), and you'd be awoken later with a kiss. Failing that, if such things couldn't wake you, Shran would simply resort to pulling the covers off you and chuckle as you scrambled up to get them back. Plan two often came into effect.

Mornings and nights were two sides of the same coin, but wildly different in mood. Mornings were playful, filled with laughter. Nights, however, were more relaxed, chilled out.

Nights usually consisted of Shran coming back after a long day, either with the Andorian council, or negotiating with other species. Because of that, he would more than likely be a little stressed out, often coming in with a temper. This night, you'd greeted him, arms wrapping around his shoulders and your head resting in the crook of his neck, and instantly it had calmed him down.

"The day is done now, Shran." Your voice had surrounded him, comforting and calming. He knew well that whatever had transpired that day mattered not, because he had you with him, and that was what he really cared about.

"Thank you," he started, muscles relaxing, arms coming to wrap slowly around your waist, encasing you with a gentle warmth. Before he could speak again, you did so instead.

"Come on, let's rest, you've had a long day."

Gently, you took his hand, leading him slowly to the bedroom. Once changed and comfortable, you were readied with a hot drink for him, and a warm smile adorning your features to match.

"I love you," Shran said, his voice soft and full of emotion. You chuckled, never tiring of hearing him say it. You moved to sit beside him, his hand resting on your thigh and yours over his. That was how you stayed whilst he finished his drink, a silence not uncomfortable resting around you.

"I love you, too."

Shran placed the empty cup down, and played with the shapla tied around your wrist. You leaned over to kiss him, and he returned your sentiment, choosing instead to pull you closer. Finding yourself lay against Shran, his hands running through your hair, you took the time to admire him. You really did think he was beautiful.

For once, by the time you had spoken a soft good night to him, his eyes had closed and a peaceful expression graced his face. He was sound asleep, leaving you chuckling to yourself at how quickly he could do that. You'd kill for that power. Sighing happily, you cuddled closer into his side, and Shran subconsciously tightened his grip on you, keeping you beside him.

This was the way your life was, each and every day, and you wouldn't have it another way.

* shapla:  a betrothal symbol; woven locks of hair from bondmates.

[capan-devereaux]

SHRAN X READER PART 2

It felt as though an eternity had separated you from him and you were sick of only written communication so in your last letter you proposed an idea. While it had started innocently enough talking about how in the future humans and andorians might some day serve on ships together it planted the thought in your mind. After mulling over your options and your loneliness in missing Shran you came out with a great idea. Indeed it was the only viable, reasonable solution you could come to, you could transfer to  his ship and start over in the Andorian Imperial Gaurd.

Knowing something like this would be difficult you made it a point to talk to your closest friend on the ship Dr. Phlox. While your ... 'involvement' with Shran was somewhat common knowledge you didn't talk about it much with others often as when you did you could feel the judgment radiating off of them. Phlox never made you feel uncomfortable about anything much less your relationship with Shran. While Hoshi helped pass along your messages as the communications officer and was supportive you didn't see her much and you were nowhere near as close with her as you were Phlox. So as you talked with Phlox   you asked for advice after telling him what you had proposed to Shran, and he agreed that you should because would make you much happier than you would ever be if you continued to serve on Enterprise. He did make you promise that you would keep good contact with him if your plan was successful. It felt good to have your close friends support in the matter.

Now by some stroke of luck God had smiled on you as Shran had brought this idea, that a human could work on an Andorian ship (and not be a security risk), to his superiors somehow convincing them that this would help relations between your peoples and could be a great advantage. So now all you had to do was convince your own government. Knowing your Captain's opinion carried weight with Star Fleet and if he was convinced then it was practically a sure thing.

So armed with the written approval of the Andorian Gaurd, an actual formal request from Shran, and the emotional support of your good friend (ready to call on him if you needed aid with convincing Captain Archer) you waited until your opportunity came along and you saw it at lunch. You managed to snag him while he was picking up his lunch.

"Ensign" he acknowledged you as you approached him.

"Sir, would you allow me to take some of your time," you were starting to feel a bit nervous but swallowed the greasy feeling back down, "there's something I want ask you."

You felt relief at both being able to get the words out with out letting on how nervous you were (because you know confidence would be key in this conversation) and at his response.

"As long as you don't mind if we sit while we talk. I don't want to eat on my feet." His teasing tone let you know he was in a good mood. This was a good sign.

After quickly finding a table you continued.

"Well," you fumbled with the data padd, "I was wondering if you would allow me to transfer"

"Why?" he asked worried about what could make you feel the need to transfer not realizing that he had cut you off.

"I would like to transfer to the Kumari, Sir."

You were glad that you had managed to sit away from people enough that no one heard what you said. A slight fear of how you would be treated by your coworkers if you failed to convince Archer and had to stay.

"An Andorian ship, Commander Shrans ship", his statement felt awkward and became more uncomfortable for him as he continued in a slightly quieter tone, "Then this is about your ... 'involvement' with Commander Shran then"

"Yes sir", you looked down as you said it feeling the same judgment from your captain that you received from the rest of the crew.

You faltered if only for a moment letting weakness take over before steeling your resolve. You knew that you had to do this and remembered that Phlox would help if you needed it. Looking back up you met his eye and handed him the datapadd.

"Shran has already taken this to his superiors and they thought that having a human on board an Andorian ship may help strengthen relations between our peoples. Of course Shran suggested me once he had the chance."

You looked into his eyes again and saw something that looked an awful lot like understanding mixed with worry. The feeling of being judged eased slightly.

"I see, there are only two problems I can think of with this, How the Vulcan High Command will react and how you would fit in on the ship, would you be treated as an equal."

"Sir, its already been decided that if I do transfer I would be an ensign there and I'm willing to bet that I'd feel more comfortable on Shrans ship than I do here at the moment"

Just as it was no secret that you were with Shran it was also no secret that many crewmembers were less than happy about it. Archer knew that you had to ignore their judgment and gossip every day, not that there was much you could do to stop that sort of thing.

"We still have to think about how Vulcan High Command will react"

"Honestly Sir, I'm not sure how to handle that but I'm sure that they would eventually get over it. Not to mention the vulcans aren't our only allies we should be able to strengthen our ties other species without being reprimanded. And I know I'm out of line with all this so I'll just finish please support this when the andorians bring this to Starfleet. Your opinion carries weight and it would mean more to me than you could ever know and I know Shran would consider this a huge favor. "

He cut you off before you could continue rambling, "You have my support"

After a pause, "Thank you so much sir, I'll leave you to your lunch now" You were worried that he may change his mind if you bothered him further.

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As you had guessed after Captain Archer gave his support you were able to transfer to the Kumari. You only had to finish up some documents and you did so in the infirmary so you could talk with Phlox as you did. When you looked up from your last document you paused before saying,

"I'm going to miss you, I can't thank you enough for helping me."

"Nonsense, what are friends for. "

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug briefly before letting him go.

"You have to write back as frequently as you can, I cant loose contact with such a great friend"

Of course he agreed. And you smiled again at your friend anc at the thought you'll be able to see you lover as much as possible soon.

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You open your eyes to see the now 'very familiar' cool tones of Shrans quarters and register the cold of the room only a moment before registering the face pressed into the back of your neck and smiled. Finally able to see Shran as often as you want.

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while it took some time you won the respect of your crew mates by showing how hard working you were, and your competence and eagerness to learn and work more efficiently with them. There was far less judgment here than on Enterprise and you had even made a few friends in the few months that you'd been here. Which of course you had to tell Phlox about, he had to know how much more comfortable you were here. Shran was more than happy to let you write so frequently to your friend,  especially after you explained how Phlox had helped you gather your nerves to set everything in motion on your end.

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Thank you guys for being so patient with me I hope you enjoy it as much as th eg first part. it still feels a little incomplete but I might expand on this more later

[deepspacedukat]

Diplomatic Exchange

I know I’m a little late on this one, but better late than never! Enjoy!

Day 18: Come Slut

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Thy’lek Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader, Keval (ST:ENT) x Reader, Tholos (ST:ENT) x Reader, Thon (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Andorian sex, four blue bois + one Human, mentions of alien biology, oral sex (male receiving), mentions of oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, dirty talk, kissing, handjobs, copious amounts of bodily fluids, they’re stealing us but in a legal(ish) way.

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“You’re sure that you’re comfortable with this?” Captain Archer had asked as we stepped out of the turbolift on our way to the docking airlock. “Given how little we know about their species, I’m sure nobody would blame you if you were a little uneasy about being alone on an Andorian ship.”

“Isn’t that rather the point of this venture, sir? To learn more about each other?” I asked as we rounded a corner. “Besides, you and I both trust Commander Shran. He won’t let anything happen to me. You saw how he reacted when he thought he owed you a favor. He’d never be able to live with himself if he allowed something to happen to a guest on his own ship.”

“You’re probably right, but just in case, we’re only a comm away, okay?” He placed what was probably supposed to be a comforting hand on my shoulder, but I smirked up at him.

“I appreciate that, Captain, I really do, but I highly doubt I’ll need an evac.”

That assertion nearly two months prior had ultimately proven to be correct. My hosts aboard the Kumari were welcoming, for the most part, and those who weren’t generally kept their opinions to themselves once they saw how determined their Commanding Officer was to have this be a positive experience for both his species and mine.

There were times when I felt like I’d bitten off a little more than I could chew - usually when there was a question about my own culture that I couldn’t answer definitively - but I noticed an almost equal amount of reciprocal puzzlement from Thy’lek in response to some of my own questions.

One area in which we had absolutely no problem understanding one another, or even ourselves, was the art of pleasure. It had only taken a week and a half for the subject to be brought up in conversation, and since then, I’d never once found my bed empty.

Thy’lek made sure that he and the three other officers I was personally familiar with were reunited as soon as I came aboard the ship, and soon after, we found ourselves a tangle of limbs in bed. Some nights, the Commander and I were on our own, but most often two or three of the boys managed to sync up their off-duty hours.

Very rarely there were nights like tonight - nights where all four of them would band together to educate their resident ‘pink skin’ on Andorian mating practices. With so many blue hands grasping at me and helping me into different positions, these nights always left me gasping and covered in the liquid evidence of their interest.

The night that the atmosphere of our questions changed from reserved curiosity to definitive personal interest was a memorable one. Shran had invited me to his private mess for dinner with himself and the other three whom I’d met back at P’Jem: Tholos, Keval, and Thon. Over the course of the evening, we’d consumed probably more Andorian ale than we should have, so by the time we’d finished eating, we’d moved on to some of the more risque topics of our shared curiosity.

At that point, we’d all overcome any embarrassment we might have initially felt about needing to ask so many questions, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise when one of the more flirtatious officers finally asked what was on his mind.

“I’ve heard that Human mating rituals are quite different from our own,” Tholos had murmured as a sly smile stretched his lips. He allowed his eyes to skim a little lower than they had earlier in the night. “Could you tell us a bit about how your people...mingle?”

“As curious as we all are about such colorful topics, if you’re not comfortable discussing something so intimate, I assure you, you’re under no obligation to answer,” Thy’lek stated placing his hand lightly over mine where it rested atop the table. When my eyes met his, though, I found my answer tumbling out with barely a thought.

“I’ll be happy to answer any questions you boys might have, on one condition,” I said, and Thy’lek raised an eyebrow curiously. His antennae twitched as I turned my hand over beneath his so that I could hold it. “If I tell you about Human sexuality, I want to learn about the Andorian equivalent in return.”

“We’d be happy to reciprocate.” Keval sounded even more eager than Tholos had. “We could even demonstrate if you like.”

“Oh, really?” I could practically feel the mischief glinting in my eyes as I turned to look at one of the shier members of the group. Keval, I’d learned, was as brave as Thy’lek, but perhaps a little quicker to jump to conclusions than his C.O. He was quite sweet, though.

“Of course. Nothing is too good for our guest.” The hunger in the Commander’s voice sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I’d learned a lot that night - and every night since - thanks to that quartet of officers. My - was ‘friends’ the right word for a group of four Andorians who fucked me within an inch of my life practically every night for a month and a half? Surely not.

In any case, my guides to Andorian culture had given me a crash course in Andorian biology. With four biological sexes and four different types of genitalia to keep straight in my mind, the differences between their species and mine were intriguing. The two roughly-male presenting sexes were the only ones involved in our little orgies, though.

“I’ll never get used to how wet you get for us,” Tholos moaned as he pushed his length deeper inside my slit. I’d noticed that the better his day was, the more talkative he’d be during sex. Whimpering as I wrapped my arms around his neck from my place astride his lap, I felt the bed dip behind me.

“Looks like you’ll have to,” Keval crooned skimming his lips down my shoulder as his hands grabbed at my waist. His lubed cock prodded carefully until he was able to press himself into my rear entrance. “She’ll be here for quite some time.”

From beside the bed, another set of blue fingers grasped my jaw lightly and turned my head.

“You’re ours now, aren’t you?” Thon asked with a flirty little wink, guiding my hand to the leaking head of his cock.

Earlier today I’d gotten a communication from Enterprise. The five of us had been in the middle of discussing what we wanted to do for the evening when the Bridge had alerted Commander Shran to the incoming transmission.

“It seems like your assignment is going better than anyone could’ve dreamed,” Captain Archer said with a reluctant smile.

“What do you mean, sir?”

“Well, apparently, Commander Shran has conveyed how instrumental you’ve been to developing peaceful relations between Andoria and Earth. He’s requested that your assignment to the Kumari be extended.” Archer didn’t sound too enthused about the thought of me staying here, but I couldn’t stop the smile that split my lips. “Starfleet is ready to approve that extension, but...they want my recommendation on the situation, first. Before I answer them, I wanted to talk to you.”

“I understand, sir. How long would the assignment last?” I asked glancing behind the comm monitor on Thy’lek’s desk at the group of four hopeful faces.

“...There was no firm end date. It could even become permanent.” All four sets of antennae behind the desk shot straight up, and I had to dig my fingernails into my palm to keep myself from falling apart in a fit of giggles. “Are you...? Would you be comfortable with that?”

Nodding my head, I tried to seem a little less than insanely-enthusiastic.

“Yes, sir. There’s still so much to learn, and Commander Shran and his crew have been so accommodating. I would welcome an extension, Captain.”

“Alright. Since you’re sure, I’ll send a message to Starfleet roughly this time tomorrow. If you change your mind–”

“I won’t, sir,” I answered with a smile, and the four wide grins that had crossed the mouths of my lovers told me that I was in for one hell of a night.

The whole night had been one big celebration with all four officers switching positions multiple times until one by one they drew orgasms from me and filled me with their own pleasure.

Tonight, Thy’lek had taken advantage of our positions, bending me slightly to the side so that I could suck him into my mouth.

“Are all Humans this desperate for their partners’ come? Or are you the only one who begs to drink it, wear it, and be filled with it?” He asked running his fingers through my hair as I bobbed my head on his length. The cooling seed dripping off my tits and from between my legs was answer enough for all of us. “Looks like we have the best of your people right here. The most beautiful Human come slut...and she’s already our mate.”

Hums of appreciation emanated from the other three as one of them lifted my hips far enough for one of them to balance me over their mouth. Clearly, we still had a long way to go. This night was far from over.

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[deepspacedukat]

Pulse

I just...I had an idea and I had to write it. In my defense, Shran pinned me to the wall and made me. 👉👈 🥺 Set during Season 5 which never came to fruition, in which Shran is a member of the Enterprise crew. Listen, my brain goes places when AO3 is down...

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Thy’lek Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is just fluff. Nothing constructive or useful to say here this time.]

Warnings: Interspecies kissing, human/Andorian kissing, made up Andorian culture stuff for the purposes of flirting (but hopefully it’s plausible?), it’s implied that they’ve been pining for like 3-4 whole seasons so it’s time for them to make out, mutual pining, they both think their feelings are unrequited, but they’re idiots.

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To say we’d had a bumpy landing was an understatement. There was some sort of interference in the atmosphere of the planet we were attempting to scout out, and the shuttle I was in with Commander Shran came crashing to a halt after the engines died. We’d both been startled and a little rattled by our rather unexpected descent, but apart from a few bruises we were ultimately uninjured.

We gave the shuttle a quick once over from inside and found that external sensors and our communications array were the only things that appeared to be working. Enterprise wouldn’t be at our rendezvous point for at least another twenty four hours, so all we had to do was survive until then. Easy.

Or so I thought. Checking the external sensors, we found that the temperature outside the shuttle cabin was well below freezing. A fact that would be no problem for the Commander, but for my human physiology, I knew I’d have to be a little more careful when the cold started leeching inside.

“Well, look at it this way, Lieutenant, you might get a preview of what Andoria is like,” Shran quipped as we checked our emergency supplies. Something shiny landed beside me, and when I looked, I saw the silvery sheen of a thermal blanket. “You’ll need this much more quickly than I will.”

I could hear amusement dripping from his every syllable. Playfully nudging him with my elbow, I shook my head and started setting up the distress beacon with a warning about the atmospheric interference so that Enterprise could find us when it eventually came back.

The Commander and I passed several hours busying ourselves with various small tasks around the shuttle before eventually settling in to wait. I took a seat at the back of the shuttle with a data PADD, tapping away at a preliminary analysis of whatever the hell kind of interference was in the planet’s atmosphere. 

“I admire your dedication, but I think there’ll be plenty of time to finish that back on Enterprise,” Shran said as he took a seat beside me and offered me a glass of something blue. Andorian ale, perhaps? But where the hell had he gotten that? I raised an eyebrow in silent curiosity, but he proffered no explanation. Fair enough. Setting my PADD aside, I accepted the glass from him with a quiet nod of gratitude. He tapped his glass gently against mine - a gesture he’d picked up from the Captain - and we both lifted our drinks to our lips. “You’ve been quiet tonight. I was going to surprise you with this next month, but I thought maybe you could use a drink after today.”

“Why, thank you, Commander. You’re always so attentive to your officers’ needs,” I noted as I swirled the remaining liquid in my glass. Being in close proximity to him always made me fidgety. I could only hope that he wouldn’t notice. When his arm nudged mine, I looked over at him to find him already watching me with a smile across his mouth.

“I think it’s safe for us to drop the formalities, don’t you?” The soft rasp in his tone felt smoother than the ale he’d poured for me and a great deal more satisfying. A murmur of my name from him sent my heart thudding in my chest, and I wondered a bit belatedly just how strong this Andorian style alcohol was. He’d said my name before, so why was the sound of it affecting me so much more now than it usually did? Maybe it was the relative calm inside the shuttle or maybe it was the lack of other crewmen in close proximity. “Is it still alright if I call you that?”

“Of course. Are you still alright with me calling you Thy’lek?” I asked catching myself staring at his lips for about the thousandth time since we met.

“You know you never have to ask,” he said refilling his glass and mine when they were both empty. Despite the pleasant warmth that spread through my limbs from the ale, a few hours later it became clear that the cold had begun to seep in just as we’d both anticipated. I hadn’t even noticed that I’d pressed my side against Shran’s until he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and his voice sounded from much closer than I remembered. “Need that thermal blanket?”

“Not yet. Maybe in a couple of hours, but right now I’m alright.” I was almost proud of how steady I sounded despite the Commander’s nearness. Coaxing my empty glass carefully from my fingers, he set both vessels down and drew me to lean more fully against him.

“Then I’d suggest you try to get some sleep. I’ll take first watch.” Rest did seem like a tempting option. I started to protest that I was fine, but barely a few words in a yawn tore from my throat betraying just how exhausted I was. Ceding to the wisdom of his suggestion, I staunchly ignored the blush heating my cheeks and rested my head on Shran’s shoulder. Sleep found me much easier than I’d ever admit. Within moments I was out like a light.

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The cold seemed to be all around me, with the exception of one warm spot. Nuzzling sleepily into it, I practically purred at the feeling of heat brushing up against my face. A deep, rumbling sound shook the...whatever I was resting on, and blearily I forced my eyes open. When I did, though, all I was met with was a wall of two blue shades. One I recognized instantly as the blue of a Starfleet uniform. The other was a little harder to place until I leaned back slightly and saw that my makeshift pillow was Commander Shran.

Oh shit. Had I just been pressing my face against his neck like a cat? Startled fully into consciousness, I sat up rather abruptly, carefully avoiding meeting Thy’lek’s eyes. I knew there would probably be disgust there, and honestly, I didn’t think I was strong enough to take that. Forcing myself to my feet, I went over to one of the few working consoles and checked the sensors. Everything seemed fine, and I’d slept for something like six hours. 

A murmur of my name from beside me startled me out of my thoughts. I hadn’t even heard Shran get up, but there he was looking at me all concerned. There was no hiding the way I jumped at the sound of his voice so close to me.

“Are you alright?” One of his hands rested lightly on my shoulder, and couldn’t help but look down at the point of contact. No doubt I had an expression of dumbfounded amazement on my face. Lifting his hand and brushing the backs of his knuckles lightly down my cheek, followed by the gentle caress of his gaze. Without a thought, I leaned into his touch. His other hand slid down to my waist, steadying me as he stepped closer. “You’re trembling.”

“Am I?” My voice came out as barely a breath. He nodded his head and started rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

Oh. He just thought I was cold. I mean, I was, but...I guessed he didn’t notice that it was his proximity that was causing me to shake. Why did that simultaneously relieve and disappoint me?

“If you’re ever going to visit Andoria, pretty girl, you’ll have to get used to being cold,” Shran said as a small smile wove across his lips. I tried my hardest to ignore the fact that we were practically sharing our breaths.

“I don’t mind being cold, but I wasn’t exactly dressed for sub-freezing temperatures.” I spoke through a huff of laughter as I started rubbing my fingers together to create some warming friction. At a hefty shiver from me - one actually due to the cold, this time - the Commander grasped my forearms and led me over to the little area we’d been using. He took a seat and eased me onto his lap. Grasping my hands, Thy’lek tucked them beneath the collar of his uniform. The warmth of his pulse beneath my fingers began seeping into my skin and I felt myself blushing at the intimacy of our position. Shran wrapped a thermal blanket around the two of us and settled his arms around my back to keep me steady.

“We can’t have you freezing, now can we?” Mischief and something else trickled into his tone. “You seem surprised.”

“Is this how you warm each other up on Andoria?” I asked hoping he couldn’t tell how flustered I was. His eyes skimmed lightly over my face, pausing over my lips. Surely I was imagining it. He’d done the same things dozens of times before, but he’d never been any more forward than that.

“Sometimes. Usually, though, this particular method is reserved for those we trust with our lives. Most commonly our families or those we see as prospective mates,” he explained, and my eyes went wide as I looked up at him. A thousand responses bubbled up in my throat, but what came out was measurably less steady than I’d intended.

“And in your considered opinion...do I fit into one of those categories?” I asked barely able to meet his gaze. A slow, intimate smile spread across his lips and beneath the thermal blanket we were wrapped up in, his hands drew me closer to his chest.

“You do. You always have, even if I haven’t exactly made my feelings obvious,” he murmured. I took a shaky breath and touched my forehead to his, allowing my eyelids to flutter closed. “Our loved ones are precious to us. To warm each other like this...to use the heat from our very blood...our life essence...that is the most intimate form of protection. You certainly don’t need it, but I very much want to be your defender, if you’ll allow me.”

His hands rubbed quietly up and down my back. My thumbs skimmed lightly over his thrumming pulse, and satisfaction rolled through me when I felt it speed up beneath my fingertips.

“I’d like that,” I admitted, almost too terrified to hope that we were on the same page. Tilting my head slightly, I let my lips brush over his. Shran’s hold on me tightened and he remained absolutely still as if he was afraid I would leave if he moved. With minimal hesitation, I closed what little distance was still between us and kissed him like I’d always wanted to.

When a signal from Enterprise crackled through the comm system, we were so wrapped up in each other that we almost didn’t hear it.

[deepspacedukat]

Ok, but what about gentle s** with our favorite blue boy because we’re sad as f and we need this man riding us

I can totally do this, but you really don't have to censor words on this hellsite. This webbed site is where you can say all the Forbidden Social Media Words™ and have no consequences. Welcome from Instagram or whatever site trained you to censor yourself. It's much more fun here lol.

Also, I haven't posted about Thy'lek since JANUARY??? WHO AM I?? I'M SO SORRY, COMMANDER, I STILL LOVE YOU!! 🥺💙

*ahem* Anyway, here's your request, nonny! 😇

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Solace

Thy’lek Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Andorian sex, soft!Shran, unprotected sex, gentle sex, non-graphic sex, Thy'lek is good at comforting his lover.

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He’d been good to me - a perfect gentleman who held me as I sought his comfort. From the moment I returned to our quarters, Thy'lek knew something was wrong. He could always read me like a book, even if I never said a word.

"What is it, sweet girl?" He'd asked as he got to his feet, but I couldn't make myself answer. I didn't need to, though. He knew exactly what was wrong. Like Captain Archer, he had his fingers firmly on the pulse of the ship's crew. Whispering soothing little words to me as he pulled me into his arms, the Commander placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

The tears started slowly, but once they had, I couldn't stop them. I was so tired, and this mission was weighing so heavily on me. Nearly the entire crew had been pulling double shifts, and none of us were sleeping well. We desperately needed a break, but until this mission was complete, we couldn't afford to take one.

I'd made so many more mistakes on my last shift than I normally would have. Being berated by my section's commanding officer didn't help my mental state. All I wanted now was to bury myself in bed with Thy'lek and sleep for about a decade.

Moods like this didn't happen very often, because missions that were as demanding as this one were extremely rare. Still, Shran was incredibly patient. He never once told me that I was being silly or that I should just suck it up and move on. Instead, he rubbed patient little patterns on my back and allowed me to ride out my emotions. At some point, he'd carried me to our bed and tangled me carefully in his arms.

When the last sniffle finally escaped me and I took a deep, steadying breath, a soft smile stretched his lips.

"There, now. Did that help a little?" He nuzzled my nose as he asked, and I nodded my head. "How can I make the rest of it better?"

I didn't even need a moment to consider my options. Tilting my head slightly, I placed kisses across my lover's jaw. When my mouth finally reached his, the Commander hummed, sliding his hands down my back to my hips. As the kiss grew gradually more heated, Shran pulled away far enough to look me in the eye.

“Are you sure this is what you want, pretty girl?” He was always so careful, so respectful. God, I loved him.

“Yes. Please, I need you,” I breathed brushing my nose along his. He needed no further encouragement. With a gentle, burning sort of passion, he held my head in place and kissed from my lips down to the dip between my collarbones. I couldn't keep from whimpering at his sweet ministrations.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” Thy’lek murmured nibbling lightly at a hickey he'd left beneath my jaw a few nights before.

“You always do.” He smiled as he started unzipping my uniform, and soon our bodies were entwined in a familiar, intimate dance.

Soft, careful nights like this felt like a sacrament - a convergence of two souls alongside that of our bodies. Slow and steady, leisurely and deliberately we drank of each other. This game of give and take sent shivers up my spine in the wake of his gentle, seeking fingers. For a fighter like Thy’lek to be so unhurried, so painstaking about every touch...it always brought tears to my eyes, and tonight was no exception.

"Am I hurting you?" He whispered as he flipped me onto my back, but I shook my head. Wrapping my arms around him, I surrendered to the sensation of his body melding with mine and his love surrounding me. By the time we fell asleep, we were both out of breath and very much a part of each other.

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Star Trek Enterprise

Charles "Trip" Tucker:

Sugar and Spice ( Trip x gen!Reader) After getting a recommondation from Malcolm, you insist in going to the tea shop. Trip is not happy about it, since the weather in time you chose is almost like a snowstorm.

Jonathan Archer:

Fireplace (Archer x gen!reader) Christmas can be awefully exhausting and sometimes one needs a little bit alone time

Malcolm Reed:

Tick Tock, goes the clock (Malcolm x fem!Reader) Reader and Malcolm are trapped together in a cell until Archer manages to bail them out. Soulmate AU

Mestral:

Frozen Heart (Mestral x fem!reader)Mestral grew up on a desert planet and never had to learn how to skate on ice. Now is the perfect time to change that

Thy'lek Shran:

Is that mine? (Shran x fem!Reader) The reader comes back home only to find that apparently some of their clothes have changed ownership….

T'Pol:

In Sick and in Health (T'Pol x fem!Reader)She notices you've been off / upset recently and tries to help you through it

Yuris:

Coming Home (Yuris x fem!Reader) Yuris thinks that exile may have a lot more advantages than Vulcan.

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I need to request a Shran with a S/O who wears glasses. I wore glasses 10 years and used to complain a lot (I don’t know how advance is the medicine during 2150, so I’m assuming that people still wear glasses)

Oooh, this is such a cute idea, friend! As for glasses being obsolete or not during that time, I recall in the TOS movies, McCoy gives Kirk a pair of glasses because he didn’t want to or wasn’t able to undergo the treatment for whatever visual correction he needed. As this fic is a century before that event (more or less), I’m going to take the liberty of assuming the same would be true but slightly more common than in the TOS part of the timeline (the 2250′s-ish).

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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The Spectacle(s)

Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: Just a thought from my bi, non-glasses wearing self: people who wear glasses are fucking badass and very pretty. 💖 ]

Warnings: Allusions to sex, but nothing explicit. There’s pillow talk and flirting and fluff, though. If that needs a warning. Obviously, as per the request, reader wears glasses. Pre-relationship fluff, revelation of feelings, then a bit of intimacy. Kissing, inter-species relationship, Andorian/human relationship.

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The first time Shran had laid eyes on you in glasses, he was enchanted...and a little confused. The two of you had only met once before at that point, but Shran couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and tilting your chin up so you were looking at him through the frames that rested across the bridge of your nose. You’d looked up at him with wide, curious eyes that made his breath hitch in his throat.

“What...are these?” The fingertips of his other hand traced lightly over the top of the frame.

“Oh, they’re called glasses. They correct my vision. Most sight problems can be fixed with medical procedures, but I’m allergic to the compounds that a doctor would need to use for that.” Shran’s antennae twitched as he leaned in a little closer to inspect your eyewear. “It’s not that common for people to need glasses nowadays. Nobody else on the Enterprise needs them as far as I’m aware, so I’m not surprised you haven’t seen a human wearing them until now...”

“They look as elegant as the rest of you.” The words were out of Shran’s mouth before he could even begin to ponder stopping them. When he realized what he’d said, the Andorian’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of blue. He hadn’t meant to be so forward.

Before you could so much as thank him, he was already out of the conference room and halfway down the corridor toward the docking bay. Glancing over at Malcolm and Trip who were still in their seats, you raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘what the hell was that all about?’ Both of them just shrugged, and you adjusted your glasses before walking out of the room toward your quarters.

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Shran wasn’t exactly hiding it, but the next time the Enterprise met up with the Kumari, he was quietly, eagerly hoping he’d get the chance to see you again. When Archer opened communications with him and the Enterprise bridge popped up on the viewscreen, Shran felt a smile split his lips as he noted you were at your station.

And you were wearing those...what were they called again? Glasses?

“Look what you’ve gotten your pink skins into this time,” he said trying to sound smug and self-satisfied so that he wouldn’t look as insane as he felt when he finally boarded the Enterprise.

“Commander Shran,” Archer said sounding slightly stunned. “We didn’t expect to see you again so soon. What can we do for you?”

“Hello again, Captain...Ensign,” he said tossing a grin your way before addressing Archer’s question. “Well, other than saving your ship from those thugs we just ran off, I’d like to request permission to come aboard and speak with one of your crew members.”

Archer raised an eyebrow.

“That’s all? I figured you’d want more in return than a visit. As it stands, though, permission granted.” Shran thanked Archer, and the officers at the helms of both ships started the docking procedure.

Shran’s countenance spoke of impatience even as he strode through the airlock and shook Archer’s hand. Once the formalities had been observed, he mentioned your name, and the Captain gave a small, knowing smile as he went to a comm panel and called you to the conference room where he’d brought the Commander.

“May I ask the reason you wanted to see her?” The Captain had a pretty good idea of what was going through the Andorian’s mind, but he wanted confirmation.

“It’s of a...private nature. I’m sure you can understand that, Captain,” the Andorian said hoping that would satisfy the human’s curiosity. When you arrived, the Captain turned to face you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “If you need anything, Ensign, I’ll be on the bridge.”

As soon as the Captain had left, Shran met your gaze with a gentle smile. Those glasses framed your pretty eyes so well that they felt even more magnetic than they usually did. It occurred to him that your lack of glasses at P’Jem must’ve been why you weren’t able to even come close to hitting him with your phase pistol when both crews were fighting in the reliquary. Had one of his men taken them from you? Or broken them, perhaps? He’d have to ask a few questions.

“Hello, Commander. You wanted to see me?” Your question made him snap out of his thoughts.

“Yes, I did. I haven’t been sleeping very well,” he stated taking a slow step toward you and watching your head tilt in confusion.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir, but...what does that have to do with me?” You asked curiously, and the Commander took another slow step.

“Something, or rather someone, has been on my mind. You.” Shran saw your eyes go wide at his admission, and when your lips parted he couldn’t stop his gaze from dropping to your mouth. He’d been attracted to you since P’Jem, and that desire hadn’t lessened in severity over the course of the few times he’d seen you since then.

“Me?” You sounded entirely incredulous as you nudged your glasses more securely into place. “But, why? I-If I’ve offended you in some way–”

“No, nothing like that. It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of anyone the way I’ve been thinking about you,” he said as he offered you his hand. Disbelief colored your expression, but Shran didn’t waver. He waited patiently until you’d taken his hand before raising it to his lips. He had no idea how to proceed with charming a human woman, so his attention was laser-focused on your reactions to him. “The way Andorians propose the beginning of intimate relationships is...a bit more combative than I believe Humans would enjoy. As such...”

Shran drew his ushaan-tor from his belt and brought it up between the two of you with the crescent blade pressed lightly against the skin of his throat.

“You, of course, have the power to accept or reject my offer,” he murmured as he reached out and gently placed my hand over the grip of the blade before relinquishing his own. Spreading his arms wide in a gesture of submission, he spoke. “I offer you my body and heart to do with as you will.”

Was he serious? Carefully, you lowered the blade and stepped closer to him, slipping your free hand up to cup the Andorian’s cheek. Peering up into his eyes, he actually looked nervous, as if you were going to really use the blade instead of accepting him.

Shran could see that you had no idea how an Andorian would respond to a gesture like this, so he watched curiously as you did what you felt was right. Tossing the blade onto the conference table and taking a step closer to him, you looked up at him from behind those infuriatingly charming glasses of yours with such innocence. A gentle breath ghosting over his lips was all the warning he had before you grasped the front of his uniform and pulled him into a kiss.

Almost immediately, the Commander’s hands dropped to your waist to tug you closer. By the time you two separated for air, he felt an immense surge of pride at the sight of your glasses askew from their normal position.

He had done that. He had kissed you breathless. Smiling to himself, Shran slid his fingers into your hair and touched his forehead to yours.

That day had been the beginning of something he never thought he’d have. Even now, months later as the two of you relaxed together in bed, the Andorian was amazed by how easily you trusted him to keep you safe. Beginning to doze lightly atop his chest, Shran very gently coaxed your glasses off of you and set them in their case on the bedside table.

Sleepily you grumbled about those glasses being ��infernal’ and ‘getting in the way all the time,’ but your lover did no more than let out a quiet huff of amusement.

“You can fight them in the morning, little one. For now, get some rest,” he murmured in a soft voice reserved just for you. Instead of sleeping, though, Shran felt you stir slightly atop him.

“Do my glasses ever...bother you?” The question startled him. He tilted your chin up to look into your eyes.

“Not at all, sweetheart. I know you find them vexing at times, but to me they’re another part of you. They’re as magnificent as the woman wearing them,” the Commander murmured tracing the tip of his finger down your nose. “If I’ve ever given any indication otherwise, I sincerely apologize. I never want you to feel as though you’re bothering me.”

“You haven’t. I was just curious, that’s all.”

Sweet little thing. Even as your eyelids fluttered shut again, Shran felt a surge of affection for you. You were so unique, glasses and all.

And you were all his.

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Hello ✨ For your consideration: slightly tipsy Commander Shran flirting with/trying to impress you (a member of Archer's crew). Just imagine the posturing and his antennae focusing on you so much that it's obvious to literally everyone there (even the humans) that he's trying to flirt with you, despite his attempts to be subtle. 💙

Oh, nonny...I absolutely ✨H U N G E R✨ for tipsy Shran. Not the severely-compromised type of tipsy, mind you. Just enough to make him a little more bold and a little lot less subtle in his flirtations than he might normally. Lose those inhibitions, bb!

I realize this was probably not meant as a fic request, but...you’ve given me ideas that I just had to put into writing. GOD, I had so much fun writing this, I can’t even express it properly. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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One Too Many

Thy’lek Shran x Reader

[A/N: Head empty. No thoughts. Only tipsy Shran.]

Warnings: Tipsy Andorian flirting, Shran as The Least Subtle Flirt In Existence™, slightly suggestive language, pre-relationship fluff, interspecies kissing.

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He was looking at me again from across the room with a glass of Andorian ale as blue as his skin half-empty in one of his hands. The tilt of his antennae was a dead giveaway to what he was thinking about - or rather who.

“He’s going to stare a hole through your clothes if he’s not careful, but who knows? Maybe that’s what he’s aiming for,” Hoshi said giving me a little nudge with her elbow. “That Andorian’s been undressing you with his eyes since the reception began, and I don’t think there are many people here tonight that haven’t caught on.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Sarcasm laced my tone, but I didn’t hate that she was right. Somewhere along the line tonight, Shran’s casual glances in my direction had become...well...less subtle. I couldn’t help but wonder if that corresponded to how much he’d had to drink. Alcohol could even make me look good, I mused as I took a small sip of my own drink. I was still on my first of the night. After all, this was a diplomatic function. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself in front of the Andorians, the Vulcans, and the Starfleet higher-ups. Apparently, Commander Shran didn’t have the same concerns. Oh, he definitely wasn’t drunk, but he’d had a few drinks. If I had to guess, I’d have said that ‘tipsy’ was a more appropriate descriptor for the Andorian’s condition. “He’s never seen humans in anything but Starfleet uniforms before, so I’m willing to bet he’s probably just not used to my appearance.”

“Right. Because you definitely don’t look hot in that dress,” Hoshi snarked. “Shran’s about as subtle as a photon torpedo when it comes to you. He already hangs around you every time our ships meet up. Are you going to at least talk to him? I think he might self-destruct if you don’t.”

As I was thinking about how to answer her, I glanced over where he’d been standing a few moments before only to find his spot vacant. Oh. Well, that settled that.

“I guess I missed my chance,” I said finishing off the last of my drink, setting my empty glass aside, and trying not to sound as disappointed as I felt. Hoshi went to say something then broke out in a wide smile.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” she murmured, but before I could ask what she meant, somebody began tapping their glass in the seemingly-universal signal for a large group to be silent for a moment. Turning to see what was going on, I saw Commander Shran not ten feet away as the crowd began to grow quiet. Once everyone was looking at him, he exchanged his empty glass for two full glasses of Andorian ale from a passing waiter’s tray.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and others, I believe I speak for both the Andorian and Vulcan delegations when I say a sincere ‘thank you’ to our hosts for orchestrating such a lovely evening for us all,” Shran said beginning to move slowly through the crowd. “I’d like you all to join me in an Earth tradition - a toast. Please raise your glasses and have a drink with me.”

Before I could react, the Andorian stopped in front of me and offered me the second drink he’d picked up. With the whole room watching, I accepted with a quiet nod of my head. Shran lifted his glass and spoke loudly.

“To Starfleet,” he called meeting my eyes with his own before continuing, “and their most beautiful officer.”

Echoes of ‘to Starfleet’ flooded the room as everyone took sips of their drinks. My cheeks heated under his gaze as the two of us raised our glasses to our lips. Had he really just said that in front of all those people? Perhaps he’d had more to drink than I initially guessed. Once everyone else had gone back to their socializing, the Commander offered me his arm. Against my better judgment, I took it and let him lead me off to a quieter part of the room.

“It’s refreshing to see you in a more relaxed setting,” the Andorian said leaning against the wall we were standing by.

“The feeling is mutual, Commander–”

“Let’s drop the formalities, shall we? We’re not on duty, after all. You may call me Thy’lek if you wish. Or if that’s a bit too casual, Shran will do just fine,” he said bringing my hand to his lips.

“As you wish...Thy’lek,” I said as a smile curled my lips. “That was quite a toast.”

“I meant every word. Starfleet couldn’t have found a more capable officer if they tried,” he said taking a sip of his ale. My hand was still firmly in his grip, not that I was complaining.

“Oh, ‘capable’ is it? I recall you using a very different word a few minutes ago.” Lifting one of my eyebrows, I played coy hoping that he would take the bait.

“Do you? And what word do you remember in its place?” He asked narrowing his eyes with a half smirk. “Clever? Resourceful?”

“Search me. You’re the one who said it,” I teased and he pulled me a little closer. “Unless, of course, you’ve changed your opinion since your toast...?”

“Not at all,” Shran protested hurriedly, slipping his arm around my waist and pushing off from the wall all in the same movement. With his face barely a few inches from my own, I found my thoughts muddled. “I have always found you beautiful. That will never change.”

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private,” I suggested, and a low hum came from deep in Shran’s throat. “Isn’t that why you’ve been giving me so much attention tonight?”

“Perceptive. Wouldn’t Archer or Forrest have a problem with you leaving?” Shran asked even as his lust-blown pupils gave away his real feelings on the subject.

“Since this is a diplomatic function, I doubt they’d mind if I...solidified relations between our people,” I murmured in a daringly seductive tone. 

“Allow me to give you an excuse,” he rasped before taking a small step back and speaking louder. “Lieutenant, would you show me around the gardens?”

Ah, such subtlety. A few people turned to look at us as I quietly acquiesced to his request. With a ridiculous flourish, the Andorian swept me out the door toward the facility’s gardens. As we wove our way through the lantern-lit topiary maze, I summoned up a bit of courage and recalled the information I’d acquired on Andorian flirting. Normally there was some sort of combat involved. I wasn’t quite willing to fight him while wearing heels. Hopefully that wouldn’t disappoint him. Then again, if he’d wanted an Andorian partner, why had he been showing interest in a human?

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you might’ve had one too many drinks tonight,” I giggled as we hurried through the foliage.

“You might just be right.” Shran’s voice came out light and amused as he brought me into a small open area with a fountain and turned to face me. Setting our glasses on the fountain’s ledge, the Commander stepped closer and grasped my waist.

“So...here we are,” I murmured as I laid my hands on his shoulders and looked up into his eyes.

“Tell me now before I do or say something that might jeopardize our friendship. Have I read this situation incorrectly?” His voice was thick with emotion and lust, his breath laced with the scent of the ale we’d both consumed.

“Thy’lek...just kiss me already,” I crooned as I looped my arms around his neck. With a little smirk, the Andorian did just that, kissing me with all the passion I’d come to expect from him. He never did anything in half-measures, and this was no different. When I was breathless and held upright only by the saving grace of his arms around me, we finally separated for air, only to become aware of the sound of cheering. Curiously, we looked up at the balcony of the venue’s upper floor and saw Hoshi and Phlox applauding as they looked down at us.

“It’s about time!” My cheeks started burning at Hoshi’s shout, but before I could move away or say something in return, Shran dipped me low. A gasp tore from me despite knowing he’d never let me get hurt, and it was promptly stolen away as he kissed me again. Everything faded away except the feeling of Shran’s body against mine and the mischievous glee bubbling up in my chest at the unfolding possibilities of what being intimate with him could mean. After all, if this was how he behaved in public, who knew how he’d be in a setting that was actually private?