I walk across the ship at night, wanting to get a late night snack. I see that the Gun Battery’s lights were still on. “Garrus..” I say leaning on the door frame with a disapproving tone. “Commander!” he jumps up. “what are you doing up this late?”
“i should be asking you that.” i rest my hand on his shoulder. “just some calibrations.”
“garrus vakarian, with the amount of time you calibrate the guns, they must be fine!”
“yeah, yeah.”
“garrus, you need sleep.”
“shepard, i need to know we will be safe.”
i huff, “just come to bed, ok? for me?”
he looks at the ground, debating. “ok, fine.”
“but first i need a snack!”
he laughs, “sure sweetie, i’ll make you whatever food you want. just don’t tell vega, he’ll get the…munchies? as he calls it.”
I like to think that the comm room on the Normandy wasn't deliberately divided between the humans and aliens in meetings, but Shepard was always the first one sitting down and Ashley and Kaidan just book it to the comm room to be the ones to sit next to their commander.
The other aliens file in afterwards. One time, Ashley triped Kaidan down the stairs just so she got the chair next to you. Garrus witnessed her trip her superior LT down, and Ashley met his eyes with zero shame and a look of "what are you gonna do about it?" Then marched up the stairs and took her rightful seat.
Afterwards, Kaidan considered it fair game to use his biotics and he has claimed the chair next to you every single time since.
brief moments of intimacy with mass effect companions
the commander shepard showing affection to their lover <3
a/n: i kinda like this format bc i need more practice writing for the other companions besides garrus😭 some of these are set in ME2 and some are set in ME3 oopsies
gn!shepard x mass effect companions
ao3 version
garrus:
-during missions, shepard is always at the front and center of her companions, guiding them through even the worst circumstances
-however, the way back is a different story
-with the rest of the crew in front of them and walking back to the normandy, shepard hangs back and walks next to garrus, giving him a small nod
-he nodded back and flickered his mandible, looking straight forward as he felt their hand lace with his, giving him a reassuring squeeze as if to say “it’s okay, we’re both okay”
-garrus squeezed back and leaned down to their height, pressing his plate lips against their forehead very briefly as they finally arrived back at the ship they both called home
liara:
-she was holed up in her room, combing through all of the information they had on the protheans for the umpteenth time as if she would magically see something new
-unsurprisingly, she didn’t
-what did surprise her, however, was a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and a nose burying into her neck
-thankfully, she could recognize her lover's embrace anywhere
-by the goddess, she was so wrapped up in her research that she didn’t even hear the doors open
-and what better time to take a break than with her favorite person in the galaxy?
tali:
-she was busy tweaking the core reactor in the engineering room to run at full capacity
-apparently, more time had passed than she thought because the next thing she knew, there was a tap on her shoulder
-she looked over the shoulder that was tapped, but no one was there
-a tap came on her other shoulder so she looked, and the same thing
-she finally completely turned around and found a smiling shepard holding up a picnic basket
-tali apologized for losing track of time but they stopped her, taking her hand and leading her to the cat walk where the core shined above them
-shepard laid out a blanket, setting up tali’s sanitized food and their own human food
-they sat directly across front each other, each sacrificing a hand to hold the other as they ate their respective foods
-a picnic in the stars, at least a very warm one
kaidan:
-kaidan woke up to shepard’s side of the bed being barely warm anymore, they were always up before him
-he yawned and stretched his arms up, sitting up and tossing his legs over the side of the bed to get the day started
-the door suddenly opened and there was shepard with two steaming cups of hot coffee in their hands
-kaidan couldn’t help but smile, they even indulged his “ridiculous” moose head mug (he brought it from home)
-shepard yawned and walked over to him, gently handing him his cup before pecking his lips
-as they turned to walk away, kaidan caught their hand and pulled them down into a deeper kiss, tasting stale coffee on their lips from an earlier cup
-shepard withdrew with a smile and shook their head playfully, ruffling his already messy bedhead hair
-what a nice way to start the day
ashley:
-it had been a long day in the war room and ashley was more frustrated than ever, feeling helpless in this war
-shepard caught up with her walking back to the elevator and snaked their hand around her waist, pulling her closer to them
-she couldn’t help but smile, leaning into their touch and leaning her head on their shoulder
-she may not be able to do much in negotiations, but she knew humankind was in good hands with her fearless leader
jack:
-after narrowly saving grissom academy, the kids were set up in the common area as they waited for another shuttle
-jack was still heated from the entire situation and was currently ripping shepard a new one
-at the end of her spiel, she slapped them and pointed at their chest “that’s for cooperating with cerberus in the first place”
-then, she grabbed them by their collar and pulled them into a rough kiss, their teeth clacking at the first pull in
-jack pulled back for air and looked at shepard with a blush on her cheeks “and that’s for saving my kids… it might be nice to see you again too.”
-shepard chuckled and pulled her close by her waist, so close that their noses were almost touching, “it’s nice to see you too jack.”
miranda:
-meeting miranda on the citadel after hearing about her sister was hard, especially when miranda insisted she needed to do it alone
-but if anyone would understand wanting to do something by yourself, it was shepard
-so they did what they could, pulling her into a tight hug that she returned with full enthusiasm, their rib cages crushing against each other
-a small sob escaped miranda and shepard cupped the back of her head, turning their head to the side and kissed the top of her hair, shielding her from the world so she could compose herself
-miranda took a deep breath, taking in their familiar scent and calming down in their arms
-everything would be alright as long as she had shepard by her side
thane:
-he was sitting in his usual seat in the hospital at the citadel, he was here more than her liked
-a small coughing fit started and his chest heaved, a dizzy feeling going straight to his head
-suddenly, he felt grounded when he felt a familiar hand rubbing circles on his back
-he didn’t even have to turn to know who it was, shepard sat down next to him and he comfortably leaned into their embrace, resting his head on their shoulder
-this place wasn’t so lonely with them, he would embrace death once again knowing that they would join him across the sea
jacob:
-jacob was doing his daily crunches in the weapons room (unsurprisingly)
-shepard initially came in to switch out her shotgun for another she found on the field, but this was even better
-jacob acknowledged then with a small wave, staying committed to his usual workout routine
-that was fine, shepard smirked and walked over to him, kneeling down in front of his legs
-he was a little confused at first, but they had perfectly timed it to when he started his full-sit ups, kissing him every time he made it all the way up
-he did way more sets than he was expecting to that day and could barely move his torso the next day
-worth it though
a/n: if a request is made for more characters i would be happy to add them in!!
Mass Effect | EDI and Joker
Trope: First Time
500 Words | SFW
Flash Fiction ✰ Master List ✰ Main ✰ Daily GIFs
"I'm surprised you agreed to this, Jeff," EDI mused as she worked the range in the mess hall. "Shore leave is hard to come by these days. You want to spend it on the ship?"
"And miss out on your first ever attempt at cooking? As if! Can you set off your own fire alarms?" Joker asked.
"Very amusing," EDI retorted. "I can calculate the optimal temperature for each ingredient, including which oils and spices are most compatible with different things. Human dietary needs are...intriguing. You eat things that are painful or poisonous…casually?"
"You're not trying to poison me, are you?" Joker asked, half-serious.
"You'll be pleased to know that I am also able to calculate the exact amount needed to avoid a severe reaction to poisonous foods."
Joker stared at her wordlessly.
"That was a joke."
"Ah, yeah. Of course."
EDI did not respond.
She grabbed a bottle next to the range and poured it into the pan, which burst into flame, eliciting a jump and cry from Joker. He covered his face and braced himself on the counter for a brief moment before gathering himself and clearing his throat.
"So, uh, what are you making anyway?"
"This is an old dish from the early 20th century on Earth called Steak Diane. The meat gets prepped so that it finishes fast, especially when flambéed. I couldn't find exact ingredients; however, I was able to cross reference interspecies edible foods and approximate a similar flavor palette."
'Oh, boy,' Joker thought. "I've never heard of Steak Debbie, or whatever. What meat are you even using for this?!" He asked.
"Meat that Shepard specially acquired," she replied, with no further explanation.
"I'll be sure to have a word with them about enabling your sadistic hobbies."
"Your vote of confidence is noted, Jeff," she said sarcastically.
"You know, you're getting a little too good at that," he said.
"I have the best teachers."
"But really, though. Cooking is way more than just measuring ingredients. Baking, sure. But old-fashioned cooking? Some consider it an art form. Even with a recipe, you can make it your own by adjusting for preferences," he said. "It's hard to color outside the lines when you're doing exact measurements of everything. Where's the character?"
"Character?" EDI asked.
"Yeah, you know? Playing with ingredients is a part of the magic. It's hard to do when you can't taste what you're making."
"That's why you're here, Jeff," EDI said, turning to him with a prepared plate of...food?
The only recognizable ingredient on the plate was broccoli. Joker poked at a fluffy pile of...something. Was it meant to stand in for mashed potatoes? The longer he looked, the more pressure he felt. EDI's gaze was unwavering.
He loaded a fork with the mysterious meat and closed his eyes as he took a bite but couldn't swallow.
"Oh God, EDI," he said, bursting into laughter.
"I'm sorry, but this has got to be the worst thing I've ever eaten in my entire life."
Author's Note:
I love Joker and EDIs dynamic in the games, I hope I was able to characterize them well!
So… Another little Drabble. Little bit angsty but also fluffy?
I dun even know anymore. Just needed some Shenko in my life! Basedon the ME3 ending so possible spoilers ahead? You have been warned!
Shepard had died before.
Last time it had been dizzying, claustrophobic and dark. The choking desperation which had turned her cold and blotted out her vision as she whirled through empty space, dragged back into the planets atmosphere. Despite the blackness of space and suffocation it had been bright and full of sparking colour behind her eyes, heart hammering in her chest as adrenaline surged through her before an all encompassing nothingness.
This time was different.
This time it was hot and burning. This time it was sharp. This time it was crushing and this time it felt wrong…
Pinned by the rubble Shepard was only vaguely aware of the overall experience. If she’d been asked to rate this death it would’ve been unsatisfactory. Far too long and drawn out. Her senses were dulled, she couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or not as visions in shades of grey bloomed in front of her. Visions of Reapers, the Illusive Man, Anderson and the Normandy… A strained, sudden gasp of breath bought her senses back online for a brief moment as her brain struggled to comprehend or register the bombardment of sensations, or in some cases, lack of any sensations at all. Shepard didn’t know whether to be glad that she could feel pain or be thankful for the areas of her body she couldn’t feel at all. It struck her as an odd situation to be in…
Had Kaidan and the others fared better than she had? They had to… She’d sent them off on the Normandy evac… A shallow exhale and her sense dulled again, head lulling to the side as her mind began to cloud over once more.
This time death seemed slow. She could almost hear it creeping up on her. It felt warm and welcoming, a well earned rest after not stopping for the past 3 years… But then…
Another piercing breath and Shepard’s senses roared back to life with the intake of oxygen. She didn’t remember dying being this painful the last time around… She recalled that this time… This time there was a reason for her fighting off the inevitable shadow which hung above her… A familiar face swimming in and out of her hazed vision, shimmering just out of touch.
“She- rd!”
Slowly and with considerably effort Shepard turned her head slightly. Was that..?
The inevitable exhale was shaky and she could feel it seemed gargled. She could taste blood? Her blood? All noises faded away as her senses dulled once more but her heart skipped before she forced herself to inhale again. Deeper this time. Her brain struggled to recall…
It hurt. Oh Gods and Spirits it hurt. She must’ve broken a rib, or five. The pain made her cry out and exhale just as quickly but she made herself do it again. Oxygen began flooding her battered systems and as sensations returned the pain intensified.
“Shep… Shepard!”
“Kai-”
She spluttered and spat out blood, some of it dribbling down her chin as her tongue felt thick in her mouth.
“C'mon Shepard, please!”
“Shepard?!”
“Commander!”
More voices now. Shepard blinked and spat blood again, inhaling shakily and through gritted teeth. Her vision swam as she peered around at the dust and rubble surrounding her. She tried to lift her head, gain a better view but found herself unable to move.
“Kaidan…” She said, intending to shout but lacking the required energy.
She tried again.
“Ka-”
She was cut off with guttural coughing, turning her head to the side. Blood misted in her breath and sprayed onto the rubble at the side of her
“Hey, did you hear that?”
Shepard’s body was giving out. She’d died once before… She knew… Breathing was becoming more difficult. Her vision was swimming and the colours were slowly fading into shades of black and grey once more.
“Shepard?! Shepard can you hear me?!”
The ruins and rubble seemed to fall especially still and silent as Shepard drew one more shuddering breath, eyes flickering shut.
“Kaidan…” Shepard spoke the name clearly, with the reverence of a prayer as she exhaled.
“Shepard!”
Through hooded lids and the burning heat of pain Shepard saw deaths angel coming for her. It slid down the pile of rubble, stumbling and rolling before scrambling over to her, cradling her face softly in its warm calloused hands. Death seemed to be awful gentle this time around… Handling her carefully like a fragile package.
“She’s here! We need a med team stat! Liara! EDI! Garrus!”
Since when did Death sound panicked at the sight of a dying soldier? How did death know the names of her team..? It couldn’t have them. Hadn’t they given enough? Couldn’t death just take her and spare her friends? Let them live in this hard fought peace?
Death looked down at her as she fought to open her eyes, “I’ve got you Shep. I’ve got you. It’s okay, med team is on its way. I’ve got you.”
There was a soft glow of orange. An omni tool? A sudden wave of mild relief spread through her body, starting at her chest and blooming outwards as her vision cleared slightly. The pain lessened enough for her eyes to slowly flicker back open. Death was working above her frantically.
She cracked a small half smile. How could she have been so foolish? There, above her, was Kaidan. His expression was pinched with concern and he shushed her gently, having administered all the medigel he could. He stroked a hand through her hair, fingers quivering as the other supported her neck as the medpacks worked on stopping bleeding where they could. His omni tool already assessing the damage.
“Kaidan…” She whispered hoarsely, “I thought…”
Kaidan had tears in his eyes as he looked down at the broken body of the Commander, “it’s alright Shepard, I’ve got you. We’re going to get you out of here.” He spoke reassuringly though Shepard was not sure if the tone was meant for him or for her.
“Kaidan…”
“Shhh, don’t talk. Just, stay still, okay?”
“Kaidan, please…” Her voice was strained and a medical fog was beginning to cloud her mind. She was vaguely aware of others around her now, more soft lights and voices but her peripheral vision was blurred, focused only on the Major, all other noises and distractions fading away, “did… Did we win?”
It was Kaidan’s turn to smile now, “We did Commander. We did.”
“… Good…” Shepard slurred as the sedatives started to kick in, “thought I’d… Lost… You”.
“Never.” Kaidan replied firmly, squeezing her hand, “never…”
He has noticed how much you frequent the Normandy bridge despite not having any tasks there
As a commander, your position is in the cushy back with caption Anderson in the com room or in front of the holographic space map.
And yet here you are, standing next to his pilot chair and refusing to take Kaidan's seat next to him.
At first he did think he was in trouble, did the captain send you to spy on him perhaps?
But with time, he started warming up to you, getting less defensive about talking about his past.
You laugh at his jokes, even the awkward bad ones get at least a chuckle or a smile out of you. He wonders is he should go check with the medic on why his heart had been beating faster than normal these days.
Although he does thank the stars for the fact you keep standing behind his chair rather than next to him, with the way your armour hugs your body, he would've crashed the Normandy into a stray astroide or something by now.
It's...lovely, having a friend. He is used to short encounters with people, for them to laugh at his jokes then shake their head and walk away.
But you've stayed with him on the helm, stayed even when the jokes ran out and even when the ache of his legs started souring his mood.
He hates asking for help, hates people looking at him with pity.
But you didn't. You kept a casual air around you as you handed him the painkillers and started chatting about a random topic you wanted his opinions on.
Although, your presence has been getting the helm of the ship more visitors than usual. Ashley dropping by to hand you a cold drink, Kaidan coming around to check on the navigators, a duty he usually ignores.
Tali stopping by to speak her theories and ask Joker for his insight, Liara following along and having their ideas bounce off each other.
Wrex who silently stays by your side, polishing his shotgun and never saying another word. Yet sometimes Joker swears he can hear his deep chuckles at a stray pun he just said to you.
Garrus follows after Wrex with his inquires about your next mission, asking for permission to run inventory and check your weapons.
Joker has never had these many people coming by, even if it's for you, they still talk to him.
He has a friend group, something he never thought he'd have. They invite him for drinks and share the shore team inside jokes with him.
And it's all because of you being patient with him, because of the way you stayed by his side.
Your presence starts to warm his heart, he finds himself involuntarily smiling whenever he hears the sounds of your footsteps approaching him.
Not to mention, you let him gossip about Nihlus with you as much as he wants. Even when you end up reprimanding him for going off about your spectres mentor.
He likes the passing touches you give him, be it ruffling his hair fondly or a reassuring grip on his shoulder.
Your voice is soothing too, time flies by whenever he's listening to you talk as he steers the ship.
It was a gradual build up to the day he eventually made a half-joking remark about how you spend so much time with him, the two of you might as well start dating.
Masking his nervousness with humour as he kept his eyes focused ahead, wondering if the stretched seconds of silence are building up for a rejection he will have to face.
But instead, it's your reassuring grip again. Trailing up his neck from his shoulder and caressing his face.
[Smut, fluff, pinning, overstimulation, strap being referred to as cock, power switch, top Ashley, power bottom reader, nb!reader]
After a night out where Ashley admits to you, her commander, that she owns a strap that scared off her dates for being a tad too big, you take it as a personal challenge and order her to meet you at your personal quarters.
Or
Can't stop thinking about Ashley's gaint strap and using it on her commander, so this was made.
The sensation of the head pushing in for the first time burns, it's been a long while since you've done anything like this. The strap was bigger than anything you're used to, the bulky head forcing your tight hole to part for it to enter.
There is hesitation in Ashley's eyes, her hold on your waist falters, she opens her mouth to say something but only gets a syllable out before your voice interrupts.
"Shut it, Marines." You push down into her, taking the head of her cock fully in, biting your lips to suppress the loud gasp at its sheer size.
"Yes, Commander," Ashley tightens her grip around you and starts moving again, pushing in slowly as the sound of the lubricant squeezing her strap inside you fills the room, "Sorry Commander."
It's filling you slowly, with each small push stealing your breath away and forcing your legs apart. How you've missed this, to have something so big inside you. This way your mind could only focus on the feeling between your legs rather than the war filled dreams plaguing your brain.
It takes some minutes but she finally bottoms out inside you with a loud groan, the sight of the strong Commander Shepard taking a cock so large is doing something to Ashley's ego and pride.
Your body feels so perfect pressed against her, your back so hot against her naked chest. Her arms wrapped around your waist and hugging you closer, in a way, she's also trying to feel her cock inside you through your stomach.
She only mentioned it off-handedly in a drunken joke, her strap that never failed to scare her dates away, yet you've only looked at her as if it was a challenge and marched the two of you back to the captain's room.
"Faster, Williams." You bark to snap her out of her daze, getting fed up with this slow gentle pace.
She can feel her own wetness trailing down her thighs, the back of the strap pushing against her swollen clit and making each motion send a wave of pleasure through her.
"Copy that." She answers, pulling back until just the head was in then immediately pushing back inside. Knocking the breath out of your lungs as a loud moan slipped past your defences. A prideful smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.
A brutal pace followed where she'd repeat this motion, fucking into you. In and out, in and out. Rearranging your insides to mould them to the shape of her cock, pushing against your soft walls and using your waist to guide your body back into hers.
Your hair is a mess, sweat glistening on top of your naked skin. How much she wondered what you looked like under that tight armour suit you wore, all those long elevator rides where she got the perfect view of your ass as you stretched your arms.
And now she has you in bed with her, making the commander Shepard moan and thrust back into her cock. If Ashley knew how much of an easy slut her commander was, she would've made her moves much sooner.
But she doesn't utter those words out, doesn't dare disobey your orders or give a hint of disrespect. Even in bed with her cock almost bulging out of you, she still remembers her place and rank.
The pleasure is building up inside her, making her thrusts sloppy and moans louder. Clouding her brain as she grips harder against your skin, leaving marks of her hands around your waist with each brutal thrust.
"I'm...getting close to Shepard." She cries out, burying her face against your back, pleasure overwhelms her as she screams your title with one final thrust, hips shaking as more wetness goes down her thighs.
Her climax left her breathless and spent, her usual stamina was all spent as she got too careless, too in on her head for the fact it was you she was fucking, for the fact it was her strap stretching you out.
Lifting her head, Ashley meets you gaze, expecting you to be in a similar state as her.
But you don't look the least bit impressed, impatient eyes staring her down. Voice dripping with authority as you order her to lay back on the bed.
The feeling that she has disappointed you pours down on her like cold water, wordlessly she obeys.
And you're on her in an instant, grabbing her strap with your hand and opening yourself with the other. Thighs straddling her lap as you push the cock back inside you.
You don't give either of you a chance to adjust or go slow, instead you aim for an even faster pace than she was going with as you ride her out. Bouncing on her lap and fucking yourself with her cock shamelessly.
It's too much for her sensitive clit and she finds her nerves firing off, tears collect at the corners of her eyes from the burning pleasure as she bravely accepts her punishment. Letting you abuse her clit with her own strap, each time you push it all the way in and press yourself fully down.
Is this what she gets for thinking you were easy? For assuming someone like you was so simple to please? She curses her past self for being so overconfident as your stamina has a clear advantage on hers.
Minutes start melting into each other and Ashley finds herself pushed to a second orgasm. Her cum making a mess of your bed sheets below her.
Meanwhile you barely pay her any attention as you continue your ruthless pace, the way her cock presses at that one sensitive spot inside you. Ashley is attempting to keep her brain from melting from the overstimulation, the constant barrage of painful pleasure waves.
There's a harsh tug on her black hair, Ashley's eyes fly open.
"Eyes on me, Marine." Your grip on her hair helps you position your hips better, anchor yourself more so you could take her inside you even deeper.
"Yes-" she attempts a reply but her words are barely comprehensive through the incoherent moans and cries, "-commander."
You're milking her for all she's worth, her cum drenching your own bed sheets as her loud cries echo off of your room walls. You've reduced this powerful woman into a hiccuping moaning mess just because you're riding her cock a bit too hard.
They were always like that, you thought, so full of confidence with ego twice their size, and they've always crumbled below you in the same way Ashley currently is.
They were your absolute favourites to break.
But Ashley is different, more strong willed than you've expected. By now they're usually begging through tears to slow down or give them a break, which you oblige to. Even if it meant you were left unsatisfied.
Yet Ashley hasn't even uttered a single word of protest, she took everything you've given her in stride with a "thank you commander" afterwards.
Her hips still attempt to meet your thrust, to match your fast pace even when she barely has the strength too. There's clear fire that burns in her eyes with each time she successfully manages to force a moan or a gasp out of you, for each time she holds you down by the hips and grinds her cock into that one sensitive spot until it's painful for you.
She is trying to get you to cum, trying her hardest.
A woman like that never gives up easily, always aims to please her superiors and get a gold clean track in her record.
Her hands are all over you, squeezing the fat of your thighs, leaving marks on your hips, feeling up your stomach and toying with your chest with her thumbs. She is taking the opportunity to memorise your body, savour each and every feeling she got to steal during this one in a lifetime opportunity.
She knew if she wanted you in her bed again, then she had to leave an impression on you. Taking a deep breath, she used all the strength she could muster to pull your upper body down to press against her.
Your faces were so close together, hot breathes and flushed lips as the two of you stilled for a moment and stared into each other's eyes. Ashley wanted to taste your lips, licking her own she imagined how yours would feel against her, the same lips that spoke words that resolved entire missions without a need for a single bullet to be shot.
Be it your cunning charms or terrifying intimidating, everything you did only made the fire of desire in Ashley burn brighter for you.
She whispered your name, not Shepard or commander but your actual name. It felt as satisfying to say as that first bite of the apple must have been to Eve. Ashley has never tasted sweeter sin, felt a more perfect heaven for her than by your side.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of catching you off guard, she flips the two of you over. She could still overpower you or match in strength, all her muscles weren't just for show after all.
You're completely exposed below her, she has lifted the back of your knees to press them besides your head. "What do you say that we put that flexibility of yours to use, Commander?" Her ego rearing its head again, but Ashley knows better than to let it take control of her again.
Your calculating eyes are a clear indication of the fact she is getting away with this only because you're letting her to. That you could flip her over with ease if you ever desired too, after all she has the results of countless training brawls as proof.
With the new position, she feels more in control, even if her dominance is a temporary facade you're indulging her with. She can see her cock clearly stretching you out, see the ring of wetness surrounding it just outside your hole.
Best of all, she can clearly see your expression as you're forced to lay back and take it. Helpless and filled to the brim with her strap, Ashley dares to think that this is truly where you're meant to be.
She starts off slow this time, purposely edging you as her hand toys with your sensitive area between your legs. Fingers rough and littered with scars, short nails and all. Moving between your legs and driving you closer to your release, making you grind and push back into her own hand.
Then she picks up speed, her thrusts are more powerful. Each one moves you up the bed before going down again, truly pushing the steel frame of the Normandy captain bed to its full limit.
Her strap is impossibly deep, your legs spread wide open and helping it get deeper. It's everything you've ever wanted. Each time a stray thought about going back to your responsibilities wanders to your brain, it's immediately pushed out by a deep thrust that has you gasping for breath.
You feel her burning gaze on you, her eyes in almost disbelief at the state she's reducing you to, at this intimacy she has been allowed permission to see and participate in. Her lips sometimes part as if she's going to say something but changes her mind last minute.
How can she say anything? How can she pour out her heart on how you're the most beautiful person she has ever seen. How can she admit that she has been dreaming of this exact same day so many times, imagining this expression on your face so many nights with her own fingers buried deep inside her aching pussy, fucking herself with her hand as she whispers your title against her pillow, thanking her conmander for allowing her to cum.
Yet she still doesn't feel like she has earned the right to taste your lips, not until you're satisfied, not until you're moaning out in bliss.
And you're clearly getting there, there is only so much endurance one person could have in resisting pleasure. Your insides are hugging the cock pushing into them, each brush and grind against your sensitive spot is driving you closer to the edge, each time Ashley's hands pay special attention to your needy place you feel your self control slipping away.
There's determination in her eyes, she wants to witness you crumble below her, witness all the commander's exterior melt away as you bare your true naked self and get lost in the pleasure with her.
"Please Commander" she's begging, "come on skipper, I've got you." Her strong arms feel so secure holding you down, like nothing in this world can harm you while in her embrace.
One final thrust, she bottoms out and grinds against you. Then you're immediately falling off the edge, with a loud moan as your fists grip the sheets below you, legs wrapped around her to keep her cock inside so that you may ride out your orgasm with it.
She doesn't dare move, as if she might ruin this special moment where you're screaming out in pleasure. Everything about you during this moment is better than she could've possibly imagined, her fantasy never did you justice at all.
Pure perfection, that's what she saw in you.
Just when you begin calming down from the intense orgasm, her lips come crashing down on yours. Swallowing your remaining moans as she guided your hand back to her hair, letting you pull on her black strands as electric pleasure shot through her during the kiss.
Ashley didn't want to let go just yet, she has earned this, earned the right to your lips and she will gladly suffocate in them from the lack of air if she wanted to. Alas it took one sharp pull on her hair to force her head back, lips finally leaving yours.
"Good work, Williams." You breathed out, eyeing her swollen lips and flushed face, wondering if the fire you've ignited in her eyes would ever fade out or if you've just released a monster into this world.
"Thank you, commander." The monster smiled back before diving into your lips again
If there was one thing Shepard had learnt that she could always rely on it was that at the end of the day, when she was world weary, sick of politicians and at the end of her tether with the newest problem that the Council ‘just had to have her expertise on’, it was that as soon as she stepped foot over the threshold of her apartment he would be there.
She dumped the newest collection of datapads onto the nearest surface she could find and kicked off her boots. The door slid shut with a quiet hiss behind her and she made sure to set the apartment holocaller to privacy mode. She had had enough of the outside world for today.
“Hey Shep!”
His voice was music to her ears.
“Hey,” she called back, padding lightly to where she had expected to find him - the kitchen.
He immediately handed her a chilled bottle of beer, freshly opened before taking a swig of his own. She accepted it before placing it down on the counter, not bothering to take a sip before walking to his side and shimmying herself under his spare arm.
Kaidan blinked down as she burrowed into his chest, hands clutching tightly at his top and she took a few moments to breath him in. His spare hand, the one not holding his beer, hovered for a few moments before resting lightly on the small of her back. Shepard sighed audibly at his touch.
“Everything okay?” he asked tentatively after a few more moments of silence.
Shepard nodded into his chest before taking one more deep breath and pulling away slightly. She was met with slight resistance from Kaidan’s hand as he kept her close. It rubbed small comforting circles as she turned and reached for her beer. She clinked his bottle before having a drink.
“So, what does the grand master chef have planned for this evening?” she asked, taking another drink and surveying the ingredients he had laid out in front of them.
“Tonight ma’am I’m going to cook you the best damn steak you’ve ever tasted!”
Shepard chuckled, “You say that about every steak you cook!”
Kaidan turned and feigned a hurt expression, “Do you mean to tell me that my steaks have been no good?!”
Shepard stuck out her tongue before pecking him on the cheek, “You know damn well I’d never say a bad word about your cooking!”
Kaidan smiled back, putting his beer down carefully before taking Shepard’s from her hand and having it join his on the counter. Bemused, the commander blinked at him before he tilted her chin upwards and pressing his lips firmly to hers.
Shepard melted at his embrace, all the worry, tension and annoyances of the day leaving her almost instantly. One hand reached to tangle in his hair whilst the other laid flat against his chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of his heart. He tasted ever so slightly of the beer they were drinking.
Kaidan pulled away slowly, a slight smile on his lips.It was a relief that he could still help Shepard, even after everything they’d been through. To remove that pinched and strained expression she often came home wearing. It was a blessing to be able to look into her eyes and see them sparkle still.
At the end of the day, he’d do whatever it took for her to be happy. And if that meant steak and beer tonight then that’s what he’d do.
