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Perfect Specimen	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Pt.4
- 5-Pt.5
- 6-Pt.6
- 7-Pt.7
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Author's note: is there too much plot for a porn without it or not enough of it for porn with plot?..

…Shepard stepped closer with a provocative smile, arms crossed on his muscular chest.
“Perfect human specimen, huh?”

Before Miranda came up with a reply, his arm darted out, wrapping across her waist and drawing her closer. Her palms landed on his shoulders, ready to push him away, the same moment his masculine scent intoxicated her, as his lips gained control of hers, rough scrubby chin brushing her delicate skin.

Her hands rested limp on his chest, he released her, and she backed off, feeling the blush crawling up her cheeks.

“What… the hell was that?”

She touched her cheek gingerly to ensure she isn’t glowing scarlet yet.
“Okay, this doesn’t mean anything, we just…”

The man in front of her threw her a suggestive glance and grinned.

“I… need to think. We’ll… talk about this later.”

Her steps were too fast and nervous, she went past him and to her desk. Turned around only to discover his smug grin grew wider.

She hardly could keep her own lips from stretching.
“And stop smiling, dammit!”

Oh, she definitely needed to think it over…

…The door closed behind Shepard’s back when he and Jacob Taylor headed to the basement. Archangel tapped his omni-tool, making sure whoever tries to get him won’t just walk in without some challenging attempts of hacking the door lock.

Now she was locked with him. Miranda Lawson checked her pistol, ready to fight off another wave of mercenaries side by side with the Omega most wanted dead vigilante. He turned away from the door and approached her, slow, tired yet confident swagger screaming of strength. Masculine kind of strength. His bright fiery eyes scanned her face and body, leaving burning spots on her cheeks, suddenly flushed. He held his rifle to his chest, sliding his fingers along the barrel in an almost erotic way…

“They’re coming,” Miranda heard his quiet flanging voice. He chambered a clip and crouched beside a window. She followed him, preparing her biotics for the attackers…

Shepard signaled over the comm he went for the second shutter. Miranda saw the head of one mercenary exploded from a perfect headshot her partner placed and warped down the barrier of another, emptying a whole clip once he got exposed.

Archangel stood up, his breath deep and heavy. They were good, this one was the last of the wave. Now they had a short break until the Blood Pack throws another group of cannon fodder on them…

He didn’t say a word. She just saw it in his piercing blue eyes, and there was no room for questions and misunderstandings. He was worn out, he was exhausted, the hours of fight without any rest reflected in those eyes, as well as his readiness to go down taking as many enemies with him as his rifle only could spot. Desperation and determination.

He was tired, but not enough to abandon maybe his last chance to feel something different for a change.

He threw his rifle on the desk with a slam, one of his long arms caught the woman by her waist and lifted her, placing on another table. His long fingers brushed her cheek, stark turian face contrasted with the snowstorm in his icy eyes. And then he flipped her over; she looked back – he was removing his codpiece hastily. No foreplay, but they were still hot from the fight that just ended – and seemed never-ending for him during all these hours against the whole Terminus. The reflection of endless shots, smoke, blood, splats of brains was in his crazy eyes with narrow pupils.

She would be damned if that didn’t turn her on. She’s had many men, she could’ve had any man of her kind – but she never was that excited with danger. Dangerous male of dangerous species, and a dangerous moment made it perfect.

He yanked down her uniform pants and tugged on her thongs, moving them aside. Miranda felt something incredibly hot and slick pressing between her legs – and he slid inside of her in one precise movement. Long and thick rod short-circuited her nerves, making her hiss and arch her body, pressing her ass to his angular hipbone. He withdrew a bit and slammed rougher, not waiting for her to adjust.

They weren’t making love. He was fucking her roughly, in the middle of warzone, because he desperately needed that release.

He didn’t warn her when his pace increased, she didn’t protest, only her gasps became harsher, as she sucked air through her teeth. His cock, covered in his and her lubricant – a horrible mixture of two chiralities – pumped in and out of her cunt; she writhed under his body, his texture driving her insane. His strokes became even faster, and she felt that raw primal friction lifting her to the top unexplored by any human man before…

Miranda woke up in her bed with an orgasm.
Her body arched, her mind not fully drawn out of her dream, she moaned and embraced herself. Mouth agape, she’s been catching air in shallow gasps, slowly realizing she’s in her quarters. Alone.

And she just had a highly inappropriate wet dream. Of all men – an alien? A turian? Vakarian?…

A heavy weight of shame lay on her chest, making the breathing difficult… She gritted her teeth, her body still shivering from the sweetest sensation between her legs. She felt like she was close to burst into tears.

Why?

Why him?

She worked for pro-human organization, she was designed to be perfect human. Sometimes she envied Kelly talking freely about her love for any species. Miranda couldn’t just openly admit she’s been always mesmerized by turians, and now when she had to work with one of that majestic species, the desires she was burying so deep started to haunt her more often than ever before.

She couldn’t figure out now, was it a fetish for turians in general, or it was Vakarian who served as a catalyst for her darkest fantasies. That was just wrong, either option was inexcusable for her. She just managed to start something with Shepard – and now couldn’t stop thinking about another man, who wasn’t even human.

Maybe she could give it a try, before her relationship with Shepard went too far. She could find some turian guy during the shore leave, try it with him anonymously. She thought she knew one good candidate. Gavorn – she guessed that was his name, and he sounded quite friendly unlike most of the turians. He had a nice voice… and he was a sniper too. And what was even better – he had no idea who was she working for.

What happens on Omega stays on Omega.

And after it she will have an idea, is it just some adventurous seek for thrill, which she hoped it to be, or she really has some problems.

“I don’t know what this is… If this is stress or… just blowing off steam or…”

It didn’t get easier to talk with Shepard each time he kept coming. No, he was fine – he was great. It was she who wasn’t, and she had no idea how to solve this problem. She desperately needed to sort out her thoughts about their mission, him, her own feelings and urges…

Shepard gave her an uncertain smile.
“I care about you, Miranda. And I think you care about me.”

She winced. That was exactly what she was afraid of. She turned away from him, heading to the living part of her office, just not to let him notice her emotions breaking free.

“This is no time for emotional entanglement!” Miranda all but yelled.

She sat on her bed, shoulders hunched weakly.
“What idiotic bunch of hormones thought that now is a great time for love!?”

Shepard approached, a cocky grin speaking of mischievous intentions.
“Who said anything about love? I’m just trying to get you in bed.”

“You ass!..”
She tried to sound offended, but not too hard - her smile gave out her relief. That was exactly what she hoped to hear. If that so, it would solve all her emotional uncertainties and finish off that inner struggle. All she needed to do is say yes to him, do it and have no guilt complex torturing her anymore. She wasn’t a schoolgirl scared of her first time with a boy anyway.

“Come on, Miranda. You want this…”

Yes, she wanted it. Heavens knew how much she wanted to sort it out, the easier way the better, but something still made her pick different words this time. She hated herself for that pathetic mumbling.
“Give me some time. When I’m ready – I’ll come by, okay?”
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