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Title: Better Late Then Never
Pairing: Alexandra Shepard / James Vega
Synopsis: The whole Normandy crew could tell that there was something between the Commander and Lieutenant Vega, but of course Commander Shepard was oblivious. She had more pressing matters on her mind than romance. But they watched as Lieutenant Vega grew more restless, and every time someone would dare ask the fiery Latino if there was something wrong, he'd furiously deny everything and storm off. What they weren't aware of was that the Commander had indeed noticed Vega's strange behavior, but it seems she isn't the only one concerned. No, Kaiden Alenko knew the look in James Vega's eyes, and he didn't like it one bit.
Rating: NC17 - R (Who knows what I'll do.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect (including characters and such)
Author's Note: Well for this Shepard, I'm using my own character & her story line as reference to write this fic. I had originally wanted her to get together with James, but unfortunately I had to settle for Alenko.
I'm going to try to stick to the story line to the best of my ability, but I will not promise anything, I have a tendency to change my mind at the drop of a hat.
Warning(s): Violence, Sexual Encounters, Voyeurism, Language, Mature Content, Angst, Drama.

Better Late Then Never

By Joan-Reverie

Lieutenant James Vega was pacing around his little area in the Shuttle Bay.

"Keep that up, Vega, and you gonna burn a hole right through the floor." Lieutenant Cortez's voice echoed from across the bay, the sound bouncing off steel walls.

"Shut up, gilipolias (asshole)." he hissed angrily through gritted teeth, before slamming his fist against the lockers.

The thin metal stood no chance against his violent onslought and it bent around his knuckles easily. His hand was stinging now, but the bite of the metal cutting into his skin was a welcome ache.

Hell, it made him feel better.
What didn't make him feel better was the laughter that followed his heated reply.

Vega sighed.

What was the point? It wasn't like he could have scared Cortez anyway, the man was certain he was soft underneath his gruff exterior.
But fuck! He was so frustrated that he could spit.

He decided on pull ups instead.

On his fiftieth rep, the sounds of footsteps caught his attention.

Couldn't be Cortez. He knows not to wander to my side when I'm pissed the fuck off...

But if it wasn't him..

Then...?
The familiarity of this action forced James to feel a sense of deja vu.

"Lieutenant Vega?" she had called firmly, entering his domain with a confidence that surprised him.

She walked in like she had all the time in the world, like he was the one intruding in her space.

She was fashioned in her battle gear, the shiny black armor fitted on her body like it was made for her.

Her not wearing her Military fatigues meant she had just come back from one of her side missions... But she wasn’t wearing her helmet, so her firey red hair was visible.

He had often wondered if she was a natural red head, but he saw that her bright emerald gaze was pinned to him, snapping him from his thoughts.

He then remembered that he was still hanging from the beam he used as a pull-up bar.

Jesus, how long had he been hanging there?

He had forgotten what he was doing for a moment... When he inhaled sharply, he realized that he also momentarily forgot to breathe.
He had already wanted her then.
But then again, he had wanted her since the first day he was assigned as her Prison Guard.

That’s what she was: a prisoner.

A glorified prisoner, yes, but prisoner nonetheless.
James was surprised how... Small she was.
This is the Commander Shepard?
The Hero of the Skyllian Blitz?
Known to single handedly fight off swarms of Geth?
The same woman who gunned down the infamous Rogue Spectre Seran?
The woman who saved the Citadel Council, went head to head with the Collectors and won? Practically saving their entire universe from the Reaper threat?
Jesus fuck me, this woman is a living Legend!
"Thought you'd be bigger." he remembered saying to her back then.

Most women would have been royally pissed and wouldn’t hesitate to give him lip about it.

But not Alexandra Shepard.

She just threw her head back, her cheeks pinkening to compliment her fiery locks and just laughed.

Her face lighting up as her slender shoulders shook as she laughed like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Funny... She didn't act like a traitor.

Sure as hell didn't act like a prisoner.
She just looked... Beautiful. Bright & beautiful.
"I get that a lot." she had chuckled, her green eyes dancing with mirth.

Alex Shepard didn’t giggle like no girl.

She either laughed with all her might, or she chuckled, her voice husky and sultry.

James Vega felt that chuckle deep in his groin and it took everything he had not to reach down and adjust himself.
He had underestimated her again when she had visited him in his little hovel down in the Bay.

He was aggravated then too (just as he was now), after seeing how she reacted when she was around the Kaiden Alenko Fucker.

He read the distrust in his eyes the minute he looked at her.

It was strange.

Didn't the Commander and Major Aleko-Ass Hat have a thing when he was assigned to the first Normandy? Shouldn't he have known her better than anyone?

When he saw her bright green eyes darken in disappointment, James had decided to dislike Major Fucker (as he is known to refer to him as.)
It wasn’t as if Shepard was easy to read.

Hell no.

Not by a long shot.

But James had been watching her for a long time... Long enough to spot the small changes in her face.
He could tell that she still cared for Major Fucker.

And for some reason... That just fucking pissed him the hell off.

So he challenged her to spar a bit. Knowing full well that his momma would have kicked his ass if she knew he put his fists up against a woman.

But Alex was no ordinary woman. She's was definitely something else.

Alex moved with purpose. James was bigger than her, stronger than her. But she was faster.

Her strikes were calculated, precise. Never made a move that was unnecessary.

He remembered being impressed.

Actually, he remembered her kicking his ass.

And he liked that.
Bringing James back to the present, almond eyes glanced to the entrance to his space, half-expecting to see the beautiful Commander standing in front of him, but alas.. Lady luck just loved to fuck him.
"Vega."

"Alenko." he said his name with venom.

Fucker, he added silently.
He really didn't like this guy.

Always running after the Commander like some angry puppy.

He hated reading the distrust in his eyes whenever he looked at her, he fucking hated it when he would grab onto her arm like he owned her and she owed him something.

He didn't like the way he spoke to her, he especially didn't like the look of hurt in her face whenever he did so.
"Stop looking at her like that." was all the Biotic said.

"S'cuse me? I'm sorry, my English isn't so good, but I thought you told me something stupid, maricón (fag)."

Whether Alenko chose to ignore Vega's jab, he didn’t know since his face didn't change, "I know how you look at her, and I don't like it."
Okay.
He wasn't just a Major Fucker... He was a Major fucking pain in my ass.
"How do I look at her?"

"Like she's water and you're thirsty."

Point.

"She's a beautiful woman, I'd have to be blind not to notice." But that wasn't entirely true. Even a blind man would know just how beautiful Alex Shepard was.
She was more than gorgeous as hell, she was a good person.

Major Fucker started getting agitated, threatening to rip the "Muscle Head" to pieces, with that James just smiled, "I'd like to see you try."

---

"Commander Shepard!"

Alexandra turned toward the voice, her bright emerald gaze sharpening to assess the situation, "What is it?"

Her voice was calm, dripping with authority that was as natural to her as breathing.

"It's Lieutenant Vega Ma'am, He's----"

"Acting like a hot headed idiot again, I presume?" she sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned, her hip jutting slightly to one side.
This was her 'I'm patiently waiting for further explanation, but I'm seething' look.
Steve Cortez stuttered slightly, recognizing her stance.

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed before proceeding, "But he's with Major Alenko---"

"What?!" she cut him off sharply, "Why is Kaidan--"

Steve sighed, "Don't know Commander. But things are gettin’ pretty heated, and I think you should go neutralize the situation before things get too out of hand."
The Lieutenant was right of course.
She was supposed to keep all her subordinates in check.

The air was always tense between those two, although she was unsure the reason.

Kaiden was opinionated, yes, but he usually gave people a chance before he made his mind about them.

And James, as the man she had come to know when he was guarding her, was hotheaded sure, but he was good with people.
Augh! It just didn't make sense, they barely even know one another.
Her expression darkened even further as she strode to the elevator with purpose: to knock those idiots senseless.

She didn't like the scene she found when she set foot into the Shuttle Bay.

The two men were rolling around on the ground, fists flying, swearing loud enough for their voices to echo throughout the room.

"That's it!" she growled viciously through clenched teeth, before running toward the idiots, roughly prying a swearing James off of a flaying Kaidan who scrambled to his feet quickly.
Placing an authoritative hand over each of the men's heaving chests, she growled downwards at Kaidan, turning her icy glare on him.
"Major, you better have a God damn good reason for being here, or so help me, I'll kick your ass myself!"

James decided to intervene, "Now Lola--"

"And you!" she rounded to the bigger man, pushing at him, "I'd have half a mind to go ape shit and beat the Mexican out of you!"
Lord she was fuming.
And the humor she saw in Vega's eyes was enough for her to want to punch him, but his only saving grace was that he refrained from smiling, so she refrained from making him swallow some teeth.

Which would be a shame really, he had a good smile. (The Alliance women often referred to it as ‘the-panty-dropping-smile”, she preferred to call it his ‘shit-eating grin’.)
Still didn't get why he calls her ‘Lola’, but she didn't exactly hate the nickname.

Alex pointed at Kaidan, "You. Out."
Kaiden didn't take kindly to her ordering him about, "Commander, might I remind you that--"
"Fucking hell, Kaiden!" She gritted her teeth, "I don't give a flying fuck if you outrank me. The Normandy is mine. My ship. My command." She leaned closer to the Major, her expression dark, "You got a problem with that? There's an air lock to your left, feel free to get the fuck off my ship."

God she really felt like kicking his ass.

Sending a death glare at Vega over her head, he turned and practically stomped out of the Shuttle Bay.

He watched Alex’s tense body sag when Fucker Alenko left, and James immediately felt guilty.
"Lola... I'm sorry."

She didnt turn to look at him but she shook her head, "you two are gonna be the death of me one day."

Her voice was quiet, but he still didn't like hearing her say that.

Since.. Well, technically she really did die before.

But Cerberus put her back together and made her work for them.

He still wasn't savvy with all the details, Shepard didn't like to talk about those days much.

"Don't say that..." he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, "we can't afford to lose you again."
-----
Mars
"KAIDAN!"
He’d heard her scream.

Shepard never screamed.

But he couldn't miss the agony in her voice as she cradled the Biotic in her arms, his suit was too heavy for her to get a good grip on him, but she held onto him just the same.
The Cerberus Cyborg had done it to him, and the thing was left laying there, disabled.
There was a tightness in his chest when he looked at her holding the man in her arms.

Still thinking she was too small, but still held the weight of the world on her slight shoulders.
He wanted to protect her.

Isn’t that funny?

Lt. James Vega wanting to protect the famous Commander Shepard.

But James didn’t see her as just the Commander Shepard... He saw her as Lola, the woman beneath the N7 Armor.

So since then, he made a vow. She may be able to protect herself physically, but he was gonna be the one to protect the broken heart that lay vulenerable; broken underneath.
With Fucker Alenko in the hospital they made frequent stops to the Citadel to visit him.

Well, he didn't visit him, but Shepard did, much to his dislike.

And he, well, he spent most of his time in Purgatory.

The name suited him, because right now, he felt like he lived it.

He didn't expect was to get a visit from the woman who haunted his thoughts/dreams, when he made the offer for drinks to her, he didn't expect for her to take him up on it.
But there she was, sitting next to him, fingers toying with the rim of her glass.

She always wore her armored suit whenever she was off the Normandy.

No complaints here, it fit her like a glove.

Her onyx armor gleamed in its brilliance, you could tell she took great care of it.

She left her helmet off though, the darkness of the suit in stark contrast to the ivory of her skin and the brightness of her hair.
She stood out.

All eyes looking at her, some in awe, some with fear.

But she just sat there, oblivious to it all (or just choosing to ignore it), just having a drink with him.
He was humbled.
"I'm sure that Major Fuc--Alenko will be fine," he commented, amending his comment, noting the trace of worry on her face, "He's too stubborn to die so easily,"

She grinned sadly at that, "I know."
By the time that Fucker Alenko was out of the hospital and once again joined them on the Normandy, James and Alex had been spending a lot of their down time together.
A lot of time.
It was one night when things got pretty deep during drinks and cards that made Vega see Shepard in a different light.
"You're killin' me Vega!" She groaned, slapping her cards down at the table.
He won... Again.
The Commander may be good at a lot of things... But poker wasn't one of them.
"Stop saying shit that." He growled as he swept the chips to his side.
She raised one auburn brow at him, "Why are you so testy?"
"You died already, Lola... Watched it all over the news for months. Didn't know you like I know you now, but still felt the hole you left."
She got quiet.
"I didn't feel any pain, James."
Oh fuck me.
He didn't dare say anything, didn't even breathe.
"At least.. I didn't feel it when I hit ground. I probably was long dead before I even got there."
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
"I remember the Collectors attacking the Normandy... Or whatever was left of it, I remember shoving Joker into the pod, closing it." she closed her eyes, "something exploded, knocking me around. With all the wreckage around me, I knew I hit something."
His chest tightened, fists clenched.
"Something messed with the life support tubes... I felt my suit," She swallowed, opening her eyes again, but James could tell she wasn't focusing on him, on anything really. Her thoughts on memories, her eyes dull in rememberance, "My suit was decompressing rapidly." her hands slid upward to touch her neck. "I couldn't breathe."
James stopped breathing.
"Remember panicking." her voice cracked, "legs kicking, struggling... Fuck, couldn't breathe."
It took everything he had not to leap across the table to get to her.
He didn't know what he'd do.
Hold her maybe?
Fuck, didn't even trust himself enough to hold her.
"I thought my chest was gonna explode it hurt so bad..." she shook her head, "Fuck, never felt that kind of pain in my life."
Which was saying something, since she's been shot at, stabbed at, thrown... Fuck, she even shared once of the head splitting pain she went through processing the Prothean Cipher in her brain. Hell you pick a dangerous scenario, Alex Shepard would probably trump it.
"Then it stopped."
He heard his heart beating in his ears.
Was he still holding his breath?
She looked up at him then, green eyes to brown ones, "The pain stopped... I felt nothing."
Before he could reply she broke contact, "Then I woke up on a Cerberus Lab table and I felt pain all over again."
Alex placed her warm hand on one of Vega's clenched fists, "And I thank God every day..."
After a few moments of silence she finally took her hand away to wrap her fingers around her rocks glass. She took a long drink before setting the glass down, "Holy crap, must be some damn good whiskey if I'm chatty allovahsudden."
With the the tense air cleared, and James grinned, "Well maybe you're a Tequila Babe instead?"
"Shots?"
"Fuck yeah."
That's when it became routine.
Having drinks in the Lounge after dinner, playing cards, talking about everything and nothing at all.
By then the Biotic wasn't as angry as he was before.

Laying alone in a hospital bed gave you a lot of thinking time.

And thinking was all he did.
-----

Normandy. Lounge.
"Vega, you and I need to talk."

James looked up from his cards as he sat at the table, "Hm... Do we?"

Kaidan nodded once, his face serious.

The Latino shrugged and motioned him to sit.

He was alone in the Lounge, waiting for Alex to come up for their daily game of cards after dinner, so right now was as good a time as any for the other man to say what he needed to say.
Kaidan pulled a chair and slipped into it, his fingers lacing together. "Listen... About Shepard---"

"You hurt her you know."

The Biotic's eyes narrowed, "What?"

"She didn't say it,” James continued, “You know how Lola is,” when Alenko opened his mouth, he cut him off, “But I can tell.”

When the Biotic stayed quiet, he continued between gritted teeth, “Every single fucking time you questioned her loyalty to the fleet, I saw her hurt."

He felt it too, felt the hurt deep in his bones.

And he would do anything to take it away from her.
"I had every right to question her, she was the one who joined---"

"Cerberus, I know." James rolled his eyes, "She told you her reasons, and if she hadn't...” he shrugged one shoulder, “Well then, you and I wouldn't be sitting here all pretty and shit, now would we?"

"Yes, but--"

"But nothing puto. You were the one who turned your back on her."

"Because she was with Cerberus!" Kaidan shouted, slamming his fist onto the table.

James' voice was quiet, "But she asked you to trust her, to believe in her. She loved you, you know she loved you, but you still didn't believe in her."

"She slept with some one."

A dark brow raised, "You talkin’ ‘bout Jacob Taylor?"

Alenko was surprised, "You know?"

The bigger man scoffed, " You kiddin’? I know a rebound when I see one."

The Biotic sighed, placing his head on the table, "I can't get myself to forgive--"

"Look asshole," James growled, " She was dead for two years, you condemned her before she could even explain, pointing fingers and practically screaming 'traitor' in her face, because of the colors she wore, now you blamin' her for seeking comfort when her heart ached so much, because the man she had loved with all her heart just stomped all over her? Fuck, and still continues to even though she made it clear that she only joined Cerberus to stop the Collectors." he laughed bitterly, "Oh man, you really are a piece of work Alenko."

Meeting silence, James continued, "Just as well then, you don't deserve her. She doesn't deserve the shit you're dishing."
Alex's hand hovered over the sensor that opened the door, but had caught their conversation.

She really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but once she started, she couldn't seem to turn away until the very end.
'Just as well then, you don't deserve her.'

She felt the heat creep into her cheeks.

James Vega never ceased to surprise her.
-----
It had been days since she overheard the conversation between James and Kaidan.

She chose to act like she heard nothing, but she did notice how tense James was becoming.
Alex had thought this tenseness she felt in him had went away when they spent more time together, but now... Now it seems like he's gotten worse.

She really didn't understand it at all.

Alex was walking by the Bridge when she was stopped by Comm Specialist Samantha Traynor.

"What is it Traynor?"

"It appears that Lieutenant Vega would like to speak with you, " she answered smoothly, her British accent lending a regal air to her words.

"Send him to my quarters..." Alex sighed, dreading the encounter.

"Will do Commander." she replied with a sympathetic smile.

Alex was in the middle of cleaning her armor & weapons when James strode into her chambers.

She rose from her work bench and greeted him.

"You wanted to speak with me Vega?"

James said nothing, just looked at her with his intense brown eyes, searching.

"James?" she looked at him with a concerned expression, stepping out from behind the work bench, "Are you all right?"

"No." he rasped, "I'm not."

Without warning, he shortened the distance between them, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against his hard body, squeezing the breath out of her.

"Lieutenant Vega, you had better--"

"I've been trying to hold out for as long as I could, Lola." he whispered, his face buried in the space between her neck and her shoulder, "I really did... But.."

Then his mouth was on hers.

One would call it kissing, but somehow it didn’t seem to cover it.

His mouth was demanding, controlling, devouring as it slanted over hers, sending enough electricity down her spine to cause her toes to curl in her boots.

"Lola..." he rasped against her lips., "open your mouth for me."

Her mouth wasn’t open?

Fancy that.

She parted her lips slowly, swallowing his heated groan as his tongue swept inside, tasting her.
Her body was caught between James' steely arms so all she could do was clutch helplessly at his massive shoulders and cling as her knees buckled under her.
God did the man know how to kiss!
She didn't realize that he as backing her up until she felt the edges of her work bench dig into her lower back. He was pushing the contents from the table top. Pieces of her N7 armor and unloaded guns clamored to the floor, making such a racket that it was startling. She wanted to protest, but her mouth was occupied. Strong hands gripped her hips, lifting her onto the now cleared workbench, his body nestled between her parted thighs, massive chest heaving.
Her lips felt swollen, but she managed to comment weakly, "I'm not exactly sure how to process this.."
He said nothing at first, just burying his face into her neck, his tightly muscled arms braced on both sides of her thighs, but after a few minutes like that he finally rasped, his breath hot against her skin, "I've wanted you for a long time."
Well she didn't know what to say to that.
"Your legs wrapped around me," he continued, "me pushing into your tight body, driving into you, wanting to go deeper." he was grinding his hips into her as he spoke, "You on top of me, you under me with my name on your lips." he nipped at her, his hands running down her back to cup her ass to pull her closer to his groin, "The sweet taste of you on my tongue." He was hard, hot, panting. Her mouth had gone dry at the things whispered in her ear, her face has gone suspiciously warm, so she was sure she was blushing.
A hardened Hero... Blushing like a girl.
She was staring at the bulge in his pants, rubbing against her in the most indecent way, reaching out to touch him, she heard him hiss, "Don't play with fire Lola..."
Ignoring his warning, she cupped him in her hand, gently massaging. His hips bucked into her, rubbing himself against her hand.
He's huge, she thought incredulously as she stroked him through his clothes. James reached down to unzip himself and her hand automatically reached inside, seeking fingers pulling him from his underwear and she was just stroking heat, pure heat.
Good God he was hard, pulsing, and huge... Just huge.
He was working her uniform shirt over her head, and she offered no resistance. When the garment fell to the floor James groaned his approval.
Alexandra Shepard's body was by no means mediocre. Spending countless hours running, diving and trying to stay alive, her body was tight, femininely muscled, and just exuded power.
And she wore no bra.
"I wear heavy armor all day, that's worse than ten bras!" He recalled her mentioning to Tali, the Quarian, one day, "When I'm on the Normandy, the girls are free."
At the time it felt like his balls were going to explode. Shepard, no bra, and it was always cold on the Normandy. It took everything he had to tear his gaze away from her chest. His dick was protesting. His fatigues feeling so tight that he was sure his junk was gonna have an imprint of a zipper for a long time. It was sheer skill to hide his raging hard on from the entire crew before he was safey back in his space to do anything about it.
James ran his fingers over her delicate collar bone, between the valley of her breasts, the hard panes of her abdomen, watching in fascination the muscles tightening beneath his fingers.
"You've got a sweet bod, Lola." James whispered before gathering her half naked body into his arms strolling to her bed.
He had meant to drop her into it, but Alex had other plans and latched onto him at the last minute and pulled him down with her.
"Ouf!" he gasped, landing on top of her.
Small hands worked their way under his shirt, pulling the offending garment over his head, then was tossed away like a rag.
"Commander?"
She didn't respond to his question, instead concentrated on taking off his pants. James kicked off his boots and slipped off hers before sliding his pants down this lean hips and heavy muscled thighs, kicking it away.
Alex lifted her hips in assistance when James tugged her fatigues down her legs, taking her underwear with it, until she was gloriously naked under him.
Shit, he was aching now.
Placing his hands on top of her knees, he applied a small bit of pressure, but she opened for him, legs wide, her expression pink.
When he didn't move immediately she wrapped her long, shapely legs around his waist and pulled him down.
Who knew the Commander was shy about her body?
He was kissing her again, but he was rougher now, her moans getting lost in his mouth as he devoured her.
She was arching, pushing her breasts against him until he took a hold of one in his big hands, fingers working her nipple into a hardened nub.
He was driving her insane now, rubbing his hardness against her intimately, stroking her fire, igniting her.
"Mnh! James!" she gasped, her eyes closed as her hands gripped tightly at the sheets around her. He bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, his tongue raking against it before applying suction.
Her hands were on his head now, holding him closer to her chest. As he nipped at her breasts, he watched as she pulled her lip between her teeth.
Slipping her arms over his shoulders, she leaned down to capture his lips, those same teeth catching his lip between then before she pulled back slightly.
"Christ, Lola." he groaned, his hand trailing from her breast down over her rib cage to settle on her naked hip.
"Mm." was all she said before bringing her swollen mouth back to his, slipping her tongue inside his mouth. James groaned his approval as his hand slid from her hip to her thigh, lifting it to settle higher on his hips.
"James." she moaned, breaking the kiss, her head thrown back, exposing her lovely throat, her voice was breaking, "I need... Oh God, please..."
He pulled back, sliding down her lithe body, his mouth and tongue leaving a trail of kisses, stopping only to pay special attention to her hips before he slid lower, his muscled arms slipping under her thighs.
"What are you--?" she protested, rising to her elbows.
"Shh, Lola... Let me." he said with his face against the inside of her thigh.
Alex could feel his coarse beard against her skin and the feeling was... Exciting.
Yeah, that was it. James Vega excited her.
Then she watched him study the most intimate part of her. Feeling exposed and extremely embarrassed, she tried to close her legs, but James held fast, keeping them parted.
"So pink..." he whispered as one of his hands parted her folds with probing fingers, "and wet... God, you're so wet for me sweetheart."
She felt herself get wetter.
Oh my God!
"And I always wondered if you were a natural redhead."
She stilled, "wha--?"
That's when he tasted her.
Green eyes wide with fascination as she watched him, his tongue licking at her core.
His eyes closing as if savoring her taste, his tongue taking turns flicking against her sensitive bud, and spiking inside her folds. Her hands found their way to her breasts, fingers working her nipples as she watched him.
Embarrassment filled her, "J-James, s-stop. I've been out on the field all day..."
His eyes were open now. At first she thought his eyes to be almond colored... Now they were a deep chocolate.
"So you sayin' you're dirty?" a small smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he dipped down slightly, running his tongue from ass to clit, she moaned in surprised, her hips arching, "Nah." he simply said, his eyes glittering with mischief, gauging her expression, seeing the heat in her gaze.
He grunted his approval, his hand reaching underneath him. She knew he was stroking himself, and that turned her on more.
Alex rocked her hips against his mouth, wanting more; needing more.
His hand came back up between them, when she felt him slide a finger inside her.
It wasn't what she wanted, but it was good for now.
"Yes," she breathed, her eyes locking with his, "God, yes."
James could scarcely believe this was happening.
His eyes drank in the sight of an aroused Commander Shepard, her legs parted, her eyes half lidded, lips pink and swollen from his kisses, the skin around her mouth was a little red from his beard, (he made a mental note to shave.) and her hands on her tits, playing with her nipples. Christ! She was hot! As his tongue delved inside her wet cunt, he moaned at the taste of her.
Honey. She tasted like honey.
He pushed another finger inside her, tilting up as he drove the digits inside.
God, he loved the sounds she made.
Fuck!
Working her clit into between his lips, sucking, then going over it with his tongue caused a hitch in her breathing. He felt her walls clamp over his fingers, and at the flush in her cheeks as indication...
She was close.
"Come for me baby..." he muttered against her mound, "I know you want come with my mouth on you."
She gasped, her back arching off the bed. He pulled his fingers out of her, lifting her hips higher, his mouth working her swollen bud, her body jerking against his mouth as he felt her wetness pour over him.
He settled her back onto the bed, her body still wracked with tremors when he climbed over her, hand stroking her face.
"You good, Lola?"
Her breathing was labored, her chest rising and falling, she was practically panting.
"Dear God, Vega the fuck did you do to me?" she moaned, pushing her face against the palm of his hand.
"Dunno. Not done yet." he muttered wickedly, a smile curling the corners of his mouth.
"I'm in trouble." she whispered.
Trouble?
"Why?"
She looked at him seriously, "You're wearing your 'shit-eating grin'. I'm in big trouble."
"Oh yeah. Huge trouble." He agreed before taking her mouth again. She can taste herself on his tongue, on his lips and it was sexy as hell.
It didn't take him long to work her to another frenzy. Her nails raking across his back, body arching against him.
Wildcat,
Somehow he knew she would be.
"Fuck! James!" she moaned, her body squirming under him, "Please.."
"Please what baby?"
He didn't know why, but he needed her to say it.
"Fuck me."
What? Did she just--
"Fuck me, please." her words were fevered, her eyes were beseeching, "I want it hard, I want it fast, I want it now. Please."
Holy shit! Those weren't the words he was expecting.
He'd never guess that Alex would say something like that.. But it was hot.
Fuck yes, it was completely fucking hot!
He was surprised he didn't spill himself right there, with the way she was lookin' at him with the words that were coming from her sexy mouth, Jesus FUCK!
Okay... He was done playing. After what he heard... His dick was hard enough to be painful.
With a soft sigh he slid inside her, his erection engulfed in wet heat.
Felt like heaven.
They both groaned at the connection.
He watched his dick slip inside her body only to find it slick and wet when he pulled out of her heat. The sight was the most erotic thing to him, so facinating. He found it hard not to look.
Where he was dark, she was light, the difference in their bodies intrigued him.
He rounded his hips as he pounded into her, her tits bouncing at the impact, nipples tightening.
No, their love making was not soft, nor was it slow.
It was hard, fast, uncontrolled.
Though judging the way Alex's hips lifted to meet every hard thrust, she was fucking him just as hard as he was fucking her.
That was until he propped onto his knees, lifting her hips high enough so only her toes touched the bed, and started thrusting into her with everything he had.
All the pent up energy he harbored for the last two months.
In the end Alex was screaming her release and James roared his, thrusting deep and spilling inside her.
Then they collapsed next to each other, their bodies glistened in sweat, their limbs tangled.
James pulled Alex into his embrace burying his face into her neck, liking the scent of him on her.
Alex sighed and wiggled into a comfortable position against him.
"You could have just said you like me, Vega..."
She felt him smile, "What's the fun in that?"
She didn't know when they had fallen asleep, but when she woke up, he was inside her again. Rocking into her from behind, her leg draped over his well muscled thigh, his rough hand clasping her hip.
"Again?" She moaned, her voice thick with sleep.
James chuckled deeply, "Can't get 'nough of you sweets."
In a matter of minutes, he had her moaning and angling her hips to meet his thrusts.
Pulling her against him, he carried her with her against his chest to sit up, his dick still buried deep inside her.
Alex found herself face to face with her reflection.
"Oh God."
The large window she used to stare out into the universe for countless hours before she found sleep was now being used for something else entirely. The darkness of space contrasted with the blue light of her fish tanks outlined their bodies perfectly.

She saw everything perfectly.
She could see James behind her, his arms dark against her skin and his fingers continued to toy with her clit, his massive hardness moving inside her.
Alex was embarrassed to look, so she closed her eyes, but that earned her a painful nip on her shoulder.
"Watch." he commanded, "watch how I fuck you."
Her cheeks heated at the words, but God did she watch.
She watched his powerful hips pump into her, she watched herself moaning as he touched her, her chest heaved as her breathing grew more shallow.
He felt so good and she felt so full, but she just kept staring at those chocolate eyes, drinking in the vision she displayed.
Her thighs, spread wide, his heavy arousal surging into her in powerful strokes, the wetness of her seeping out making slick noises.
"I love how wet you are." he whispered hotly in her ear, his eyes glued to the reflection, "Look what a pretty picture you make. Your legs spread wide for me, your lips swollen from my kisses, your cunt dripping all over my dick." she moaned, her hands clutching at his arms. "and I especially love.... How you can't take your eyes off of me."
This was getting too hot.
She was writhing now, the noises coming from the back of her throat more insistent.
"Yes... yes." he cheered her on, "I know your close, I can feel how your cunt squeezes me. Come for me Lola, let me watch you ride my dick as you break apart."
She couldn't stand it. Her green eyes, glazed with passion, locked onto his and she splintered, her desire dripping from her as he continued to pound into her. James growled, his teeth sinking into her tender flesh as he rode his orgasm into her until he was spent.
Seeing her like that... It was worth holding out for this long.
They had woken up a few more times during the night, first when James woke to find a mischievous red head with her sweet mouth between his thighs and her hand cupping his balls, and another when she decided she wanted to ride him.
But she took it slow that time. Her body moving over him slowly, sensually.
After that last one, he came so hard that he didn't even want to move.
Her cabin smelled like sex now, he declared with satisfaction.
Alex was snuggled up next to him, fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest.
"Why do you call me Lola?"
James thought about that for a moment, then shrugged, "It suits you. Lolas are sexy as hell."
That earned him a playful whack.
He shifted onto his side, gathering her against him again, his chin resting on the top of her head, "Te amo, ahora y siempre. Mi amor. (I love you, now and forever my love.)"
"What did you say?" she asked sleepily.
"Nothing."
"..."
"Te amo demasiado. A pesar de que usted es un idiota testarudo. (I love you too. Even though you're a stubborn idiot.)"
James shot up to look at her, "Why didn't you tell me you speak Spanish?"
Alexandra looked at him with the most innocent look on her face, "You've never asked." she sat up to push him down, leaning forward to loom over him green orbs glittering with humor, "So think twice next time you wanna talk shit with Cortez."

James leaned up to rub his nose against her soft cheek, "You okay Lola?"

She pulled away slightly, looking down at him, expression concerned, "Hm?"
"Gonna help you breathe baby..." he whispered. After a few moments he felt wetness dripping on his face.

"M' breathing now..." she whimpered back.

James pushed her face down to his chest, holding her close, "Yeah babe. Gonna keep it that way."
THE END
A/N: Weeeee!! Finished!
I've always wanted to read a fic with this pairing in particular.
I like how manly James is that's why. And he's funny :)
So please R&R, I would like some feed back, and if you have any requests on any other pairings you wanna read about, I take requests.
Thanks for reading!
Yours,
Joan
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