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Blackwork	By : PestoMonkey Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"She's... kinda hot," James commented as Miranda strode away with her younger sister at her side.
Shepard snorted at his statement.
"She was genetically engineered to be perfect, so don't think it's some kind of revelation on your part," Shepard said, sounding more amused than condescending. James was still amazed by her reactions to the most inconsequential things. For one, she never seemed to be threatened when he commented on the attributes of other women. But he had to admit it was a fairly uncommon occurrence.
"Well... I'd say the same thing about you if you wore that," he replied. "And I'm pretty sure you're not genetically engineered."
She shook her head but was unable to suppress a smile.
"Are you suggesting I should get new armor, James?" she asked.
He muttered in a soft voice, just out of Garrus' earshot but loud enough for her to hear, "Actually, if I have a choice, I prefer you naked."
Shepard held back a laugh as she spoke into her headset, "Cortez. We need a pickup at the tower." The pilot's reply of "Roger that" was almost instantaneous.
Shepard eyed James somewhat longingly. In a husky voice, she said, "The feeling is mutual."
He felt a warmth settle in his gut as they began making their way back to the landing zone outside the tower. He was looking forward to getting her back to her quarters once the mission debrief was over. It was rare for her to be in a positive frame of mind after a mission lately and things were looking up now that they had a tracer on Kai Leng and could follow him back to Cerberus headquarters. The lair of the beast. Well, one of them, at least.
Something very subtle had changed between them since the night with Liara. He felt even closer to Shepard now. When they were alone, it seemed as though they couldn't keep from touching each other, even if they weren't fooling around. It was hard for him not to reach out and touch her now, but he knew the gesture would be pretty pointless with all the armor covering her skin.
"Lola, have you talked to Liara since... you know," he asked quietly.
"No. I should, though. I don't want her to think I'm avoiding her," Shepard said.
"Well, it seems like she's avoiding me, so if you get a chance, try to find out what gives."
Shepard gave him a sidelong glance, thinking she might have an idea why Liara would be avoiding him, but she didn't want to talk about such an intimate detail in front of Garrus. Instead, she eased a bit closer to him as they walked and slipped one gauntleted hand into the gap between the heavy plates that covered his ass and his upper thigh. She squeezed gently and then let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and spun, pressing her against a nearby wall.
Their armor scraped together as he pressed his body against hers. His eyes were filled with intense heat and his jaw was clenched, but his expression betrayed his amusement, the corners of his mouth tilted up in a wicked little smile. She met his eyes with delighted challenge, grinning at him.
"Don't start something in public that you aren't prepared to finish, Lola," he said softly against her ear. "I will lay you down and fuck you right here in front of Garrus if you tempt me hard enough."
"Is that a promise?" she whispered back in challenge, nudging gently at his codpiece with one knee.
He groaned and pressed his lips hotly against hers, penetrating her mouth with his tongue, which she met eagerly with her own.
Garrus cleared his throat and spoke from nearby, his voice mockingly patient with a tinge of sarcasm. "If you two need a moment alone, just let me know. I can have Lieutenant Cortez wait - I'm sure he'll understand. It's not like we're on a mission to save the galaxy or anything."
She pushed James away abruptly. She maintained a subtle smile when she said enthusiastically, "We have work to do, James. We have a Cerberus stronghold to breach and an assassin to kill. And the Illusive Man, too, if we're lucky. Then we have to end this fucking war."
"Amen to that," James said as he followed her out of the tower, thinking "I love that woman."
ooOoo
Shepard left James in the shuttle bay and made her way to the war room for her usual debrief with Admiral Hackett. She was a little giddy with excitement over their recent development and was eager to get the Normandy moving again, so she kept the details brief and to the point. She had to admit to herself that she was also eager to get James alone and do naughty things to him once they finally had some free time, which would be any minute now.
When she exited the war room she quickly ordered Joker to plot a course to the Horsehead Nebula and then headed to the elevator after a terse command to Traynor that she not be disturbed.
She was about to head to her quarters but punched the button to take her to the crew deck instead. She had a strange feeling something was going on with Liara and she needed her friend ready to fight.
"Hello, Shepard," Liara said when she stepped through the doors.
"Shepard, is it?" she began to tease but then amusement was suddenly replaced by concern. Liara was sitting hunched over a terminal and Shepard thought her friend seemed a little pale and she definitely seemed tired. The normally familiar biotic energies in the room seemed off, too.
"Are you okay, Liara?" She walked over to her friend and placed a hand gently on her shoulder. Liara shook her head slowly, then let out a deep sigh.
"The double melding took a lot out of me. My biotics have been fluctuating erratically ever since and I can't seem to get them back to normal."
"Is this an unusual reaction to a joining?" Shepard asked.
"It's uncommon, but not unexpected if an Asari overextends herself during a joining. I thought I would be strong enough, but I was wrong. That's why I didn't stay longer. I did enjoy the evening, but I also thought you and James would prefer to be alone."
"I would prefer it if you weren't sick, Liara," Shepard said sternly. "What can I do to help?"
"Short of me conceiving a child, which isn't an option, the only thing that will help is another biotic strong enough to regulate my energy."
"I'll go talk to Javik right now," Shepard said immediately and turned to go.
"No! Zoe, please don't ask Javik for help. I couldn't..." she sighed again. "I can't ask him, not after the argument we had."
Shepard thought her friend seemed unusually flustered over the idea of requesting help from the prothean.
"Liara, he's the only option. You'll just need to get over being angry with him and let him help you."
Liara hesitated before responding. "I'm not angry with him anymore... it's just that he's... he might..." she sighed and gave Shepard a forlorn look.
Understanding hit Shepard and her eyebrows shot up. "You're in love with him, aren't you? Liara, you can tell me these things, you know."
"I know. It's just complicated. Javik can be so infuriating, but I believe deep down he is a very caring individual. And he never does anything without a good reason. After giving it some thought I realized he wouldn't have told me the truth if he didn't care about me in some way. Which just makes it that much harder to ask him for help."
She paused and shook her head after a moment, then took a deep breath and said, "I just can't stop thinking about the other night, and the things I felt. James was so gentle. I know Asari are traditionally a very sexualized race, but I suppose you could say I'm a holdout. That was... the first time anyone's touched me quite like that."
Shepard hadn't realized Asari could blush, but Liara was clearly blushing now.
"He does have a talented tongue," Shepard said with a knowing smile.
Liara rolled her eyes and said, "This isn't a joke. You know if Javik touches me he'll see all that and I don't want him to think that I... that James and I... or you... dammit, Zoe!"
"Liara," Shepard said gently. "You need help. Javik can help you. You'll just have to give him the benefit of the doubt that he won't hold your memories against you. I'm going to go talk to him now."
Liara was about to continue arguing but Shepard had already left the room.
ooOoo
After ensuring the prothean would agree to help Liara, Shepard finally made it back to her quarters. When she entered, she found James seated at her desk in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. He was apparently studying news reports on the 'net and seemed to be engrossed, but turned his head with a smile when he heard her come up behind him.
"Hey, Lola," he said in greeting. She traced a soft caress over his bare shoulders. He shivered slightly beneath her light touch.
"Just gonna shower," she said softly and leaned down to kiss him on the cheek before heading into the bathroom.
After some time of anticipating her return, James began to wonder what was taking her so long. She'd been in the shower for ages, it seemed. He turned his head from the screen before him and studied the door to her bathroom, his brow creased in concern.
Finally he heard the rush of water cease and a few moments later the door whooshed open and she emerged, dressed in the familiar short silk robe that barely covered her thighs. Her hair was still wet and the moisture had soaked through her robe over her breasts, making the sheer, white fabric almost transparent. The outline of one erect pink nipple was visible between the dark tendrils of her wet hair where it fell over her chest. His eyes drifted over her from head to toe, and he felt the usual stirring of desire accompanied by a pleasant tightening between his thighs.
She smiled at him and strode towards him, then rested herself comfortably across his thighs, draping one arm over his broad, muscular shoulders. One of his arms went around her waist and his other hand rested on her bare knee, his fingertips almost unconsciously began to caress her silky skin.
"Hey," she said in a quiet voice, gazing into his eyes.
"Hey yourself," he said huskily in response and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm and her tongue teased at his, inviting deeper contact, and he was eager to oblige.
As they kissed his hand drifted slowly up her bare thigh, caressing her skin gently as he went. She sighed against his mouth when his hand slipped beneath the bottom hem of her robe and his thumb brushed over the soft mound between her thighs, but he drew back in surprise.
"Lola..." he breathed in amazement. "What did you do?"
She pulled away from their kiss and met his eyes with a frank expression and a subtle smile.
"I was just curious what it would feel like," she said, studying his reaction.
"And?" he asked, eager to explore her further but more curious about her motivations than anything.
"It feels good so far... especially when you touch me like that," she said huskily.
He suddenly realized his fingertips were betraying his intentions and were actively sliding in slow caresses over the now completely bare lips of her sex. She had spread her thighs slightly to give him easier access.
He let out a low rumble in his chest as his fingertips continued to drift over her neatly shaved skin. He shouldn't have been surprised, knowing her. She didn't do things half-assed and this was no exception. She'd divested herself of every last bit of the soft, black fringe he'd become so accustomed to touching when they were intimate. But this... this intrigued him to no end and would require a lot more exploration. She gasped softly as his fingertips made their way over her smooth skin, searching out and touching every last inch of her that was now exposed to him.
"Do you like it?" she asked in a throaty whisper.
"Mmm..." was all she heard as he continued to explore. She watched his face intently as she felt his fingertips trace over the now bare outer folds of her sex. When he met her gaze his eyes were filled with barely contained lust. He trailed his fingertips down, teasing along the edge of her delicate, velvety center. He moaned softly when he discovered how slick she was from arousal. He slipped his fingertips up along the other side of her, enjoying the feel of her soft, naked core beneath his touch. His touch drifted down again and she gasped when he slipped one thick digit in deep and then drew it back out, gliding gently up her very center to tease at her swollen bud.
"Lola," James said gruffly. "You have no idea how hot it is to feel you this way."
"Do you want to do something about it?" she asked breathlessly, her voice rough with desire.
He kissed her passionately and raised his hand up to push the soft fabric of her robe down, exposing the creamy skin of her shoulders and breasts. He slid his other hand softly up her back and trailed kisses over every inch of her skin within his reach, finally bending his head to her breasts and teasing at their tips with his tongue.
"Stand up for a sec," he said, urging her off his lap so he could remove his pants. She stood with her back to him and let the skimpy robe fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him. She heard a deep murmur of appreciation from behind her, then felt his strong hands gripping her hips and pulling her back against him. She sat with her back flush against his heavily muscled chest and he urged her thighs apart again so he could resume his earlier explorations.
"You are so fucking perfect." James said to her, his breath hot against her shoulder. She could feel his bare sex hard against her backside and wanted desperately to have him inside her, but he seemed content to just continue touching her for now. She felt him move her hair over her shoulder and remembered how much he liked this angle of her. She leaned forward slightly and deliberately caused her biotics to pulse, eliciting a soft moan from him as her tattoo illuminated. She felt his cock twitch against her behind and reached a hand back to stroke him gently, smiling to herself at the low groan she heard from him in response.
She rested against him again and sighed when his lips drifted over her neck and shoulder, his hands still exploring. One large hand cupped her breast, his thumb avidly drifting back and forth over her nipple while his other hand was busy between her thighs. Her heart was racing and her breath was beginning to come in quick gasps at the buildup of pleasure he was causing. His teasing was driving her far too close to the edge and she grabbed the hand that was steadily stroking her sex, holding him still.
"I want you inside me when I come," she whispered breathlessly over her shoulder. She heard a low growl that she took for assent and then shifted slightly, leaning forward and placing her feet on the floor on either side of his legs.
She raised her hips up and reached between her thighs, finding his hard length throbbing and ready. She gripped him in her palm and stroked him for a second, enjoying the hot, smooth feel of his sensitive skin. She felt several droplets of his juices that had escaped and slicked them over his tip, swirling her thumb around the thick head until he groaned and twitched his hips in response to her contact. She poised her slick sex over him, sliding him against her wet folds in a slow spiral, enjoying the feel of the contact against her bare flesh that was just as swollen with need as he was.
"Lola, you're killing me," he groaned and she felt his fingertips bite into the flesh of her hips. She positioned his tip at her opening and slowly lowered her hips, sighing in pleasure when she had encompassed him fully. His hand drifted back between her thighs as she began moving atop him. She worked her strong legs to raise and lower herself in a steady rhythm, impaling herself over and over on his thick sex.
"Goddamn you feel good," she heard from behind her and shivered when his fingertips traced the outlines of her tattoo before he slid his hand back around to cup her breast.
His fingers were moving in quicker circles over her sex, gently massaging her swollen bud. She felt her climax building slowly, the feel of his thick, hard flesh buried inside her intensifying the sensations. She increased her pace atop him and heard his low moan in response, the hand that wasn't between her thighs drifted back down to her hip and gripped her tightly again.
She knew he was getting close when she heard him begin urging her on in a gruff voice, "Oh, fuck yeah, Lola. Ride me hard. Fuck you feel good. Ride me, baby."
The sound of his voice sent chills of pleasure through her and she began to undulate her hips more quickly, his fingertips still steadily working at her sex as she moved. She felt his muscles tense when he began to come and he barked out a harsh cry. The feel of his violent spasms inside her threw her over the edge.
He drew her back against him tightly when he felt her begin to peak. He kept working his fingertips over her slick, swollen nub, continuing to thrust his thick length into her as the pleasure spasmed through her. His lips brushed passionate kisses along her jaw and one hand gripped her breast, teasing her nipple mercilessly. She lost contact with the floor and with reality as her body was consumed by her orgasm. His voice was hot in her ear as he whispered, "That's it, come for me, baby."
She gasped and cried out his name and he groaned in delicious ecstasy at the feel of her spasming beneath his fingertips and her muscles clenching him over and over. Her climax seeming to last for a good minute.
When their muscles finally relaxed, she sank back against him bonelessly and they both attempted to catch their breath. His arms were encircling her, their fingers entwined with each other, and his mouth was against her ear, murmuring soft words of endearment. "Te amo, Lola. Quiero estar contigo para siempre."
Her mind wasn't quite coherent enough to register his words - she thought they might have been in Spanish anyway - but the sound of his voice was causing sweet shivers to course down her spine. She sighed in sated bliss.
"Mmm, I could stay like this forever," she said softly.
He chuckled against her neck and kissed her damp skin. "So could I, but I have other plans for you tonight, Lola," he said suggestively, lifting her up and standing in one smooth motion.
He carried her to the bed and laid her down, then lay down beside her and immediately began caressing and kissing his way down the length of her body. He was confused for a second when she sat up and pressed him back against the pillows.
"I have a better idea," she said, then proceeded to mimic his actions, trailing her lips and fingertips over the soft ridges of his muscles, until she reached his gradually reawakening sex.
"Lola, you're ruining my fun," James complained huskily. "You can't get all... naked... like that and then not let me taste you."
"Have a little faith, James. Don't I always have a plan?" she said, and flicked her tongue teasingly at the tip of his now thoroughly erect sex. She gave him a soft stroke up his length with one strong hand and then shifted position, moving so that her knees were aligned with his shoulders.
Finally understanding her intentions, James let out a low, pleased growl and urged her to straddle his chest, pulling her hips down closer to him.
"Oh, I like this plan," he said and began kissing her inner thigh, moaning against her soft skin when she took him into her mouth and began to slowly lick and suck his thick flesh while stroking his shaft with one hand.
When his lips found her bare sex still moist from their combined juices he let out another moan and then began to devour her with slow abandon, reveling in the feel of her slick, bare flesh against his mouth. But he wasn't too absorbed to be oblivious to the things her talented mouth was concurrently doing to him. Several times he completely lost his concentration until he realized she had deliberately paused so he could regain it.
They eventually discovered an easy rhythm and shortly her hips were rocking and twitching over his mouth, her soft moans sending jolts of pleasure through his erect sex. He thought he'd been in heaven earlier but this was a new level of pleasure that he hadn't been prepared for. He was aware of every inch of her body pressed against his, from her fingertips gliding against his thick length, her breasts pressed into his abdomen, her thighs against his upper arms. He could even feel her toes digging into the pillows behind his head.
He slipped his hands up the backs of her thighs to spread her wider and snaked his tongue deep into her core, enjoying the way her muscles clenched in reaction to the penetration. The movements of her hips became almost frantic and he groaned when she began working him with more intensity, her soft moans and whimpers drifting up from between his thighs.
Her response to him spiked a chain reaction and he felt the surge of pressure begin to build between his thighs as the waves of pleasure began to wash over him. She stroked him urgently, struggling to keep her rhythm as she felt her own climax begin to take control of her body. Her hips twitched and undulated almost involuntarily over his mouth as his tongue continued its tortuous swirling over her sex, then settled his lips to suck gently at her swollen bud.
He came in a series of volcanic spasms and felt her moan around his hard, pulsing flesh as the muscles of her core began to quiver against his mouth and her pelvis twitched against his chin. He struggled to keep in contact with her as her hips began to buck.
When she finished swallowing all he had to give her she released him from her grip and reared back, letting out a series of harsh cries as her own spasms continued to rock her. He gripped her hips solidly in his strong hands, struggling to hold her steady and keep his mouth on her until he was sure she was utterly spent.
She finally sighed and moved away from him, then slipped down onto the bed beside him, resting her head against his shoulder. He quickly wiped his face of the remnants of her and turned on his side to face her. Her arm went around him and she shifted even closer, burying her face in his shoulder and pressing her breasts against him, entwining her legs with his. Ever since the joining she'd had this irrational desire to be as close as possible after they made love, and he seemed to feel the same way.
"I love you," she whispered. She heard him sigh and hold her even tighter. His rough voice whispered in her ear, "I love you, too." The sound sent a fresh wave of pleasurable chills down her spine.
After several moments of blissful peace James asked with quiet concern, "Did you talk to Liara?"
Shepard pulled back and looked into his eyes before answering.
"Yes. She wasn't feeling well after melding with us. I guess doing it with two people can be hard on the system."
"So, she wasn't avoiding me?"
"Um... she was, just a little bit. I've known her for a long time and I've never known her to jump into things lightly. I know she's had very few... if any... partners. I have a feeling you're the first person whose ever - ah - given her that kind of attention before."
James raised an eyebrow and Shepard thought she saw a smug smile play at the corners of his mouth. She let out a soft snort.
"Before you get all full of yourself you should know that what you did was only the half of what an Asari can experience. She explained it to me once."
"Oh yeah? What did I miss?"
Shepard cleared her throat and gave him an odd look, her eyes squinting at him suspiciously.
"Just curious," he said with a subtle shrug.
"Well, the way I understand it, there's a bit of a process involved. Asari have two stages of climax and you only reached the first stage with her. And they don't generally let a partner move to the second stage unless they're much more emotionally attached. Melding notwithstanding, of course, since melding is possible without sex."
Shepard could see the gears turning in his head. Finally he gave his head a little shake.
"Alien sex still baffles me." He turned a concerned gaze back to her. "You said she wasn't feeling well. Is she going to be okay?"
Shepard shrugged and nodded slightly. "I hope so. Javik is helping her now."
His eyebrows shot up at that. "Javik? And she's letting him?"
"I didn't exactly give her a choice. Why?"
"Oh, just because I know how she feels about Buggy. She's got one of the biggest crushes on him I've ever seen. I haven't seen a crush like that since... well, since I met you." He smirked at her and she yelped when he squeezed her rear end.
"Oh? How do you know this? About how she feels, I mean."
He gave her a mildly insulted look. "Lola! This is me we're talking about. It's my business to read people."
She laughed, then pushed away from him and rolled over, beginning to get up. He grabbed her around the waist and said, "Hangon there, cowgirl. Where do you think you're going?"
"I want to go check on her..."
"It can wait until morning. Especially if you put her in a room alone with Javik when her defenses are down. I've seen the way he looks at her, too."
"So you can read protheans now, too? Well... prothean." She emphasized the singular.
He nodded and nuzzled at her neck as his hands began slowly roving over her naked body.
"Yeah, it took me awhile to figure out his tics, but when she's around, it's like all of his attention is on her, intently. Reminds me of how I feel when you walk into a room. Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's got it bad for her, too."
"Huh..." Shepard said, thoughtfully, rolling over to face him again. "Well, maybe you're right. I'll check on her tomorrow."
"I know I'm right," he said, trailing a hand thoughtfully over her hip and across her upper thigh, drifting his fingers over the smooth mound. She grabbed his wrist solidly in one hand and held it away from the skin he seemed so eager to touch again.
"'Cowgirl', huh? Care to explain exactly what you mean by that?" She was giving him a semi-amused glare.
He blinked at her, confused for a second before realizing the little nickname he'd unconsciously let slip earlier. Then a wide smile began to brighten his features. He wrested his hand from her grip and grabbed her by the hips, rolling her on top of him suddenly.
"Can't you guess? It's because you just so good at riding me, Lola."
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