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Blackwork	By : PestoMonkey Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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His world went red. The fucker had stabbed him. Right through his fucking armor. With a fucking sword.
Kai Leng had been about to execute Shepard. There was no fucking way in hell James was going to let that bastard get to her. He surged around the edge of the screens and blocked the arc of the blade with his body. He felt the tip of the blade pierce his armor at the juncture of his shoulder and heard it snap when it hit the resistance of the plates to either side of the gap it had found. He couldn't tell how deep it had gone in, but from the short length remaining attached to the hilt it had to be fairly deep. All he could feel at the moment was the blinding burn of the puncture wound.
In a haze of pain he let out a battle yell and aimed his Claymore up and pulled the trigger. At the same second he saw Shepard spin around and her Omni-tool blade popped out to pierce the bastard's side.
Kai Leng fell to the ground, unmoving and missing a good portion of his head.
James was only able to grunt in triumph before his knees gave out beneath him. Fuck, that hurt. He grabbed at the wound in his shoulder where the broken blade still protruded. He stared down at it for the longest time, then pulled his hand away and stared at the blood dripping from his fingertips. He was suddenly finding it exceedingly difficult to breathe.
"James! Shit! EDI we're out of here now. James is hit!"
"L-Lola..." he gasped out.
She knelt beside him with an expression filled with utter horror that he could tell she was desperately trying to hide.
"Baby, stay with me," she said quietly, stroking his face. Her gauntleted hand felt rough on his cheek. Her eyes burned brightly, the intensity of her gaze pierced his soul. He would go to hell and back for her. Fuck yeah he'd stay.
He lifted up his hand to touch her face, his brows drawing together in confusion when he saw the streaks of red he left behind. Where had all that blood come from?
Abruptly he felt himself being lifted up and slung across a pair of shoulders. Whoever was carrying him was fucking strong... and made weird mechanical noises when they walked.
"I have our egress plotted, Shepard. Follow me closely," EDI said.
Shepard's voice hit him like cool water through his burning cloud of pain. "James, you fucking hold on or I'll never forgive you."
He laughed weakly, "I got this babe, you just get us outa here." He coughed against EDI's shoulder and gasped as her movements jostled his wound. His Medi-Gel had kicked in and sealed the wound around the piece of metal that still jutted from him, but that didn't make it any easier to travel with. He figured he was probably bleeding internally, too.
Shepard's voice was almost frantic even though she was trying to sound casual. "I thought I told you not to do anything stupid."
He snorted out a weak laugh and said, "Was it stupid to love you?"
She shook her head and let out a strangled little laugh. "Fuck, James. I thought that was a given."
His voice was hoarse and hitched slightly when he answered. "Well then it was stupid- to tell me not to do anything- stupid- pendejo."
The sight of her shaking her head and giving him a worried smile was the last thing he saw before his world faded to black.
ooOoo
Images surged through his mind in a jumble. Emotions; memories; sensations. They fell away gradually, leaving him with a clear image of her face. She had her Commander expression plastered on as she spoke, but he could see his Lola beneath the stern facade. It was getting harder for her to hide that part of her from him during missions. He couldn't decide if that was good or bad.
"I want to tell you to sit this mission out, James. But I know you won't listen to me."
"You know me well, Lola," he said in a subdued tone. There was no way in hell he was going to miss a possible showdown with Kai Leng.
"Just... promise me you won't do anything stupid," she said, her voice betraying her worry. He had to wonder why now, of all times, she would be getting worried, after all the battles they'd fought in side by side. Unless she could read him that well. Shit, she probably was literally reading him now thanks to the Thorian. He made a mental note to never play poker with her again.
The scene faded and the jumbled images spun through his mind again. When the confusion of memories began to converge he was nothing but a bundle of sensations.
His eyes were closed, but he could feel her all around him. His arms were embracing her naked body, her pebbled nipples were a contrast to the soft flesh of her breasts where they pressed against his chest. Her lips were pressed hotly against his, their tongues entwined in a frantic dance. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, his hard sex buried deep inside her.
He moaned in ecstasy as he thrust into her. Her core was a hot furnace gripping his entire length, drawing him in deeper. She felt sublime. He felt his climax building and moved his hips quicker, slamming into her with wild abandon. His release hit hard and he threw his head back and yelled out to the sky.
When he opened his eyes he saw above him the giant, vivid shape of the Thorian's bloom, wide open with a shower of luminescent dust drifting out from its center. He breathed in deeply and felt the tiny spores tickle his nostrils as they passed into him.
He tilted his head down and looked at her. The smile she gave him tugged at his heart.
She had said she loved him.
The scene faded to darkness. He could hear her voice, faint but insistent. He tried to make out her words but couldn't. He had to get back to her. There had to be some way back. He wasn't going to fucking die, not when they still had forever. But he felt himself fading and he couldn't control it.
ooOoo
She hadn't left his side for hours since Dr. Chakwas had completed surgery on his wound and finally allowed Shepard back in to sit by his side. His right lung had been punctured and had collapsed. He'd had significant internal bleeding and was in critical condition. It was touch and go, but he was strong, so there was hope. She had no choice but to hope.
Liara had assisted with the surgery and stayed for a little while afterwards, offering her friend support. When Shepard bowed her head over James' unmoving form as though in prayer, Liara quietly left.
Shepard wasn't praying, however. Not as such. But it may as well have been a prayer considering the content of her insistent communication with the Thorian. The difference was she had some hope that this vast, nearly omnipresent being might actually answer her.
She felt an odd sensation of floating for several moments as she communed with it. She urged it to expand its connection with James, to do something for him if it could. She believed from her previous forays into its seemingly boundless network that it was far more powerful than she had previously imagined, and she knew it had become increasingly fascinated with the two of them. She had felt its subtle presence whenever they made love, like a warm light in the back of her mind. It had never felt intrusive - only curious in an oddly detached way, as though only a minute fraction of its awareness was ever focused on them specifically.
But at this particular moment as she requested its assistance the detachment suddenly changed to a full-on spotlight of focused attention on the two of them. She gasped as her mind blazed with blinding yellow light. She had a flash of understanding that the spores they had inhaled that day on Feros did serve a purpose after all. It could have easily mind controlled them through the spores, but it hadn't. She realized now that they could serve a different purpose entirely.
She closed her eyes and linked her mind to James and felt the Thorian's spores working inside his body. His wounds were knitting together with inhuman swiftness. The sudden pain of the quick healing was excruciating and she gasped and released the connection with a start, then just sat back and watched, repeating the urgent message over and over for him to stay with her.
ooOoo
He felt a sudden jolt and his mind blazed with yellow tendrils of bright light. He felt infused with burning energy throughout his body that gradually began to converge into a searing line up the right side of his chest into his shoulder. That fucking hurt!
He tried to dissociate from the pain, forcing his mind to go elsewhere. Within the span of a breath he found himself sitting in the Normandy's Med Bay looking down at his own unconscious body. He thought he might be having an out of body experience until the intense feeling of agonized worry washed through him and he heard Shepard's voice speaking as though it were his own.
ooOoo
"James, you can make it. Stay with me. We have a war to win and I need you beside me to do it. I need you, James." Shepard gripped his hand tightly in her own and never ceased talking to him, urging him to stay with her.
After several moments his grip tightened on her hand. His eyes flew open and he started making choking sounds around the tube of the respirator that was down his throat. He yanked it out violently and threw it to the floor. He lay gasping, his chest heaving as he struggled to pull air into his newly mended lungs.
Shepard watched with a combination of profound relief and concern as he struggled for a few seconds before his breathing finally calmed and slowed.
He looked at her and grinned. "Are we there yet?" he asked hoarsely.
Shepard struggled to hold back the tears of relief that were threatening to overflow. She just gripped his head between her hands and pressed her lips against his in a fervent kiss, sending repeated mental messages of gratitude to the creature that had brought her lover back to her.
When she finally pulled away he gave her a playful smirk and said, "Wow, I'm a damn good kisser."
After a second it dawned on her what he was implying. She grinned wickedly.
"Wait until you find out how fantastic you are in bed."
He looked uncertain for a moment, and his expression drew a delighted laugh from her.
"Trust me, when you're feeling it from my perspective, it won't seem as weird as it sounds."
Dr. Chakwas chose that moment to enter the Med-Bay. She stood stunned for a second when she saw James sitting up and flirting with Shepard as though nothing were bothering him.
"Hey, Doc," James said, smiling at her. "Great job, I feel like a new man."
She strode over to him and removed his bandages quickly. She gasped when she saw nothing but a neat scar marring the tanned skin where the entry wound had been, just to the outside of his right pectoral, above the three short black stripes of his tattoo.
"Yeah, bummer, huh?" James said. "At least I could have gotten a decent scar out of it. That's kinda puny really." Shepard got the distinct impression that James was mocking the size of Kai Leng's sword.
The doctor remained speechless as she took his vitals. Finally she stood back and gave Shepard a helpless look.
"Karin, don't stress over it," Shepard said. "It was the Thorian. I guess those spores we inhaled back on Feros were good for something after all."
The doctor gave her a dubious look, then sighed and shrugged her shoulders in resignation. "I don't like that explanation, but I guess it's the best I'm going to get. I suppose there are worse things than a beneficent all-powerful being looking out for you two."
"It doesn't hurt that it needs us to save the galaxy," Shepard said.
"So, how the hell are we going to get into the Citadel if it's all closed up like that?" James asked.
Shepard knew immediately what he meant. She'd been keeping tabs on the Citadel through her link to the Keepers ever since she'd heard it had been hijacked. It was now orbiting Earth with its arms tightly shut and no way for any ships to dock, much less the Crucible. She had to wonder how its several million residents were reacting to the change of scenery.
"We'll find a way. Let's just get to Earth first."
ooOoo
Dr. Chakwas had no reason to keep him in the med bay longer. When they reached Shepard's quarters she realized she'd been clutching his hand in a death grip the entire way. She finally released him and made an attempt to distance herself from the still lingering remnants of the desperation she had felt while he was unconscious.
She started to walk to her desk when she felt his hand grab hers and yank her back against him. He pressed his lips savagely against hers, his tongue probing insistently past her lips. His hands reached up and tore her hair free of the clip that held it, releasing her thick waves over her shoulders. He clutched the back of her neck with one large hand, snaking his fingers up into her dark, silky hair.
"Lola," he said gruffly, pulling away from her lips and speaking into her ear. "I almost died and all I could think about was coming back to you. Why are you in such a hurry to get away from me now?"
She tensed in his arms and shook her head. "I'm not trying to get away from you. I just... I can't..."
She felt the emotion welling up in her again. Her chest felt tight and her breath was beginning to come in short bursts. "James, please... I can't..." She buried her face against his shoulder trying to hold back the surge of feelings threatening to burst forth. The feel of his large hands gently stroking her back somehow managed to magnify everything. The emotions overwhelmed her and the tears finally came.
"I almost lost you. I was so afraid I'd lost you," she murmured with unsteady breaths as she cried into his shoulder, finally letting go of feelings she'd held so deep she wasn't even sure they'd actually existed until they bubbled to the surface.
He stroked her hair and spoke in a gentle tone. "Lola. Babe. I came back. I'm never leaving you again if I can help it. Never."
She sighed and sank against him, cursing herself for her show of weakness. But somehow she didn't really mind that he was seeing her this way. He'd seen every other vulnerability of hers in intimate detail since they'd been involved, as few as they were. She supposed it was inevitable for him to see her cry.
He guided her to the bed and urged her to sit, then knelt before her, looking up into her eyes, his expression earnest and concerned.
"I'm okay now," she said, shrugging her shoulders and smiling faintly at his concerned look. "Really. That's pretty much as serious as it gets - if you want to see more waterworks, we'd need to be in the shower."
He smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. "That could be arranged," he said, glancing towards the bathroom. "How long were you sitting down there by my bedside waiting for me to wake up, anyway?"
"Long enough to need a shower," she said suggestively.
"Well let's get you out of those clothes, Lola," he said, already beginning to unlace and remove her boots.
When he got her shirt off he kissed her tenderly. His lips were soft, his tongue gentle as he teased at her lips requesting entry. She sighed and opened up to him, then scooted back on the bed, urging him to follow. She didn't think they'd be making it to the shower anytime soon.
He let out a low laugh as he reached behind her to unclasp her bra and pull it off.
"What's so funny, James?" she asked.
"It just never occurred to me how single minded you can be. Once you get it in your head that you want something, nothing can distract you from it."
She urged his shirt over his head then pushed him back on the bed, sitting up and straddling him with her legs.
"You were in my head, weren't you?" she said in a scolding tone.
"Maybe a little. Being inside you feels good." He smirked at his joke, then moaned softly as she ground her hips against his. She could feel his erection already straining at the front of his pants.
"You feel good," she murmured, trailing her fingertips over his bare chest, ending at his waistband. He'd dressed only in a t-shirt and sweats to leave the Med Bay, his other gear having been removed before his surgery.
She shifted down his legs, pulling at his waistband as she moved. He lifted his hips up so she could pull them down his legs. She discarded his pants on the floor and was about to take her own off when he sat up to do it for her. He scooted to the edge of the bed and gripped her by the hips, pulling her close. He kissed her navel, then swirled his tongue around it in a slow circle before unfastening her pants and pushing them down her hips, followed by her underwear.
He bent his head and kissed the sensitive skin at the junction of her hip on each side, eliciting a soft sigh from her. He drifted his palm over the soft mound between her thighs and slipped his thumb into the cleft, finding her nub swollen and throbbing. She let out a low moan as he stroked her.
"Are you feeling it, too?" she asked huskily. She wished she could tell when he was in her head. She gripped his chin and tilted his head up to face her. His lips were slightly parted and eyes blazed with desire as he nodded wordlessly.
"We can make it a little more complicated," she said huskily and bent to kiss him as she shifted closer, placing each knee on the bed on either side of his hips. As she began to lower herself onto him she found the bright thread of connection to him and reached out. She paused for a second, poised with the tip of his arousal barely brushing her slick center.
"Hold onto me," she said, gazing into his eyes. "This is going to be the ride of your life."
ooOoo
James couldn't even process the sensations as they started flooding his senses. All he felt was intense, blinding pleasure when she lowered herself down onto his throbbing shaft. The feedback of sensations coming from two different perspectives seemed to feed on itself, magnifying the feelings exponentially. It was a struggle to maintain focus, but the feel of her body against his triggered almost automatic responses. He lowered his head to her breasts to tease at their tips, licking and sucking gently. She moaned in response and arched her back, her hips undulating slowly against his.
He could feel her need for more, and her need became his own. He turned them both and laid her on the bed, gripping her thighs and pushing them back as far as he could. Her knees were against her chest as he began pounding into her. He found he had to keep his eyes closed or the visual images would begin to interfere with the sensations, but he had to look at her. At them.
He turned his eyes to where they were joined and slipped his hands down the insides of her thighs, pushing her legs wider. He slid his thumbs along her bare outer lips. Goddamn, no wonder she likes that so much. It feels fucking fantastic. He spread her wider as he continued to bury his hard length into her over and over, then slipped one thumb up along her center to find the sweet bud of pleasure at the top. When he gave her a small stroke she cried out and he thought his head would explode from the intensity of the pleasure he felt feeding back through his connection to her.
He pulled out of her suddenly and sat back on his heels, catching his breath.
"Holy shit, Lola, how do you stay sane after that?" he gasped.
She lay trying to catch her breath for a second before answering. "It's more intense when we're both connected. I had no idea what it would feel like."
"Maybe we should slow down a little," he said.
She sat up and gave him a small, sultry smile, then crawled towards him with a look of almost predatory hunger. "Or maybe we should just let go."
He seemed uncertain until she reached him and took him into her mouth, giving his hard length one long, languorous suck before releasing him and swirling her tongue once around his throbbing tip.
"Fuck," he gasped.
"Good idea," she said, grasping him by the back of the neck and capturing his lips with her own in a passionate kiss. She pulled him back and he followed, lost again in the sensations of their merging. He buried himself inside her and moved slowly and deliberately, acclimating himself to the combined sensations of both their bodies.
He kept his eyes closed this time and almost didn't notice when she'd turned the tables and flipped them both over and began to ride him. He looked up at her with a smile and slid his large hands up her sides and cupped both her breasts, stroking her nipples gently with his large thumbs.
"Goddamn you feel good. I had no idea getting fucked felt so incredible," he panted.
He sat up abruptly and wrapped his arms around her, regaining the upper hand and landing her on her back beneath him again. She let out a little grunt but didn't protest. She gave him a sly laugh and wrapped her legs around his waist, raising her hips up to meet each of his steady thrusts as he continued to bury his hard length into her.
"Can't decide whether you like it better on top or not, James?"
He grinned at her and spun them again, landing them on the floor with a soft grunt and a laugh.
"This way is nice," he said. "I can touch more of you."
He slid his hands over her soft skin from her thighs up to her breasts. She continued undulating her hips atop his and leaned over to kiss him languidly, then shifted forward slightly, giving him closer access to her breasts. He took the hint immediately and began licking and sucking and teasing.
"How can you not ... touch yourself constantly?" He asked, incredulous. "You feel so fucking amazing. It's like you have ten times the nerve endings that I do."
"It feels better when you're touching me," she said and gasped when she felt him sneak one hand between her thighs and begin gently stroking her sex.
"I thought you wanted to slow down," she said huskily. "If you keep that up, we're both going to come."
His eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip in concentration as he rocked his hips to keep thrusting into her. He kept teasing at her slick bud until he felt the pressure begin to surge simultaneously between them both. The pleasure from both sources built on itself until it threatened to overwhelm him. He stopped abruptly with a gasp, feeling that they were both right on the razor's edge of orgasm. He opened his eyes and stared at her. She had stopped moving and was panting softly, her eyes wide as she gazed back at him.
He gave her a wicked grin. "Oh, man, this is going to be fun," he said. He especially loved that through the connection he could tell exactly how turned on she was and how close she was to climax. He intended to draw this out as long as possible.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hard, then got his legs under them both and stood. She returned his kiss and gripped his shoulders tightly, beginning to ride him again, using her strong legs for leverage. He tried walking towards the bathroom but the feel of her slick muscles stroking him and the exquisite sensation of what he sensed she was feeling in return got him completely spun around. His shins hit the coffee table and he groaned.
He bent over and swept away whatever datapads and other odds and ends were on the table and laid her down, intent on fucking her until they were at the brink again.
Every sensation he felt seemed magnified tenfold when he felt it through her. Now he finally understood why the sex in the server room had been so amazing. She'd been able to feel exactly what gave him the most pleasure and focus specifically on that movement or touch.
He thought they'd had mind-blowing sex from the beginning but he realized he didn't really understand the meaning of the term until now. If they could figure out how to harness the power of their passion for the war, the Reapers wouldn't stand a chance. He wanted to test their connection to see how far he could take it.
He sensed her amusement a second before he heard her low laughter and opened his eyes to give her a confused look.
She urged him up and he pulled back, wrapping his arms around her and taking her with him, not wanting to be separated from her yet. He fell back into the nearby chair with her straddling his hips. She held still for a second and they caught their breath, but he didn't stop touching her for a second.
"You're like a 16-year old kid who just learned to drive, James."
"I wouldn't know. I didn't have a car when I was 16. And then I enlisted not much later. If anything it's more like the first time I learned to drive the M35 Mako."
"Oh yeah? Why the Mako?"
"Well, you've got heart," he said, looking into her eyes. "And you can take a few hits." He thrust his hips up sharply in emphasis, causing her to gasp at the suddenly deeper penetration. He lost his train of thought briefly when the sensations made it to his own brain.
"You realize you just compared me to a tank, right?" she asked with a smirk.
"An incredibly sexy tank. You're certainly tough enough. And you can go for days. Fast, too. And... acrobatic."
Her eyebrows raised a little higher at each of his descriptions.
"Did I mention sexy as hell?" he said becoming concerned he may be digging himself into a hole.
She laughed. "Yeah, I think you did."
"Let's try this again," he said, standing up and holding her against him. "Just hold still for a sec so I can navigate."
She didn't move her hips, but her tongue was teasing at his ear and the skin of his neck, her teeth leaving a little trail of bites down to his shoulder. He finally made it to the bathroom and hit the valve for the shower. Hot water instantly streamed out and began soaking them.
They stood under the hot stream and kissed for several moments, enjoying the slick sensation of the water as it passed between their lips. She gradually began moving her hips on his thick, erect sex again and the renewed sensation of friction against his hard flesh and the accompanying feelings he felt through her mind made him moan in pleasure.
She was moving more slowly now and pulled away from their kiss to gaze into his eyes. He felt a jolt down to his soul when the emotion behind her gaze hit him, and he reflected his own back to her instantly.
"Lola," he said gruffly and slid one hand up her back to grip her behind her neck, pulling her face back to his and capturing her soft lips again between his own.
He suddenly needed her on her back again so he could focus on her fully. Not caring that they hadn't properly bathed, he turned the water off and quickly grabbed a pair of towels.
"I need you in bed. Now," he said with desperate insistence.
He somehow made it back to the bed without tearing his eyes away from her steady, intense gaze. He could feel everything she was feeling and the emotions were magnified by each other as much as their physical sensations had been. Goddamn I love her so much.
He laid her down again and she sighed as he began moving inside her with slow deliberation, keeping his eyes locked on hers. He looked away only to start trailing soft kisses from her mouth along her jaw and down her chest. He could feel her fingertips trailing softly over his pecs, over his shoulders, her nails lightly raking down his back as he thrust inside her.
He lowered his head to her breast and felt his aroused flesh pulse inside her when he took her nipple between his lips and begin to suck gently and tease at it with his tongue. He twitched slightly in surprise when he felt her fingertips teasing his own nipples. He moaned and began thrusting a little deeper.
Reading her needs, he rolled them both over and let her ride him. She began moving with the same steady, deliberate rhythm he had used, resting her hands on his thick chest and holding his gaze.
He slid his strong hands up her thighs and paused with his thumbs resting at the edges of her soft folds where he was buried between them. She gasped when he slid his thumbs in closer, spreading her lips apart and teasing at the velvety flesh between them. When his thumb grazed over her small, pulsing bud she moaned and arched her back, tilting her head towards the skylight above her. She began working her hips atop him more quickly as he worked his thumb gently over her center.
She slid her hands up her abdomen and cupped both her breasts. When she began teasing her own nipples he moaned in response and his sex pulsed inside her. He had the feeling she had done it for his benefit more than for her own.
He began stroking her a little harder and immediately felt her respond. Her pleasure caused his own ecstasy to build even higher.
"Lola, fuck me. Yeah baby, like that," he gasped out as he felt their climax beginning to build again.
She opened her eyes to meet his gaze again and held it steadily for several moments as the waves of pleasure began to grow and surge over them both. Their breathing started to come in quick, desperate gasps. Her breaths began to transform gradually into low gasping cries that increased in duration and decible as her ecstasy grew. He could feel her all around him, inside him, inside each other. He completely lost any sense of self and separation when their orgasm overtook them. Within a moment they both cried out in a simultaneous fierce and deafening cry to the heavens.
When she collapsed against him, he had the urge to tell her how he felt again, but realized he could save his breath because she already knew. He could feel the strength of her own feelings washing over him, embracing him.
He could say without a doubt that he'd never felt as complete as he did in that moment.
He felt the subtle glow in the back of his mind that he understood was the other being that had given them this moment and sent it a silent thank you.
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