Summary:

A bright flash of light cuts Shane’s sleepy contemplations. Deafening thunder is quick to follow and the tremble against his body grows harder to ignore. Ilya whispers something against his shoulder, “Господи”, Shane thinks he hears, he knows it literally means “God”, but by now he is aware it is used more like “Holy fuck”, really. Shane is surprised to find out that his big strong Russian man doesn't care for thunderstorms.