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At the Edge of Heaven	By : Kabraxal Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 33502 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The low hum echoed in the room, a slight thrum pulsing just at the edge of sensation as he the faint blue glow enveloped him. The only other sound was the clink of ice as he raised his glass to his lips, taking a long sip of whiskey. His eyes gazed out the large window, watching the energy coursing around the Normandy as she slipped through space. It was oddly soothing.
Never had quite this view on the first one... he leaned back in the plush chair, relaxing with ease. Never had a bar either. At least they don’t skimp on the luxuries.
He shook his head and chuckled before taking another sip of the whiskey, leaning back into seat. His eyes gazed at the blue glow filling the window’s view, the wisps of energy slightly hypnotic. It was fast becoming a strange journey... not that his life had ever been as simple and straightforward as many soldiers. But even he had to admit that dying, coming back to life, and then working with Cerberus of all things was almost ripped right out of some melodramatic soap opera. He chuckled again then took a long swig of whiskey before his lips pursed into a thin line.
I’ll still have to deal with them when this is over... a few good deeds won’t erase their past. He sighed and refilled his glass. Already planning the next war before this one is finished. He rolled his neck and let out a long breath. At least he was planning for a future.   And at least Cerberus didn’t bury their heads in the sand like the rest of the galaxy. He rubbed his forehead. Thankful... for Cerberus. Jesus Christ what is the universe coming to.
He took another long drink.   As much as he hated to admit it, Cerberus was necessary at the moment. The ship, the crew, and the money... he needed it all to find these Collectors and fight the Reapers. It was a small price to pay for survival if all he had to do was work a few months with ruthless bastards.
And not like you’d be dead if it wasn’t for them... He took another long, hard hit, the whiskey burning his throat all the way down. He hissed. He was actually grateful to be alive. She doesn’t need to know... she really doesn’t need another reason to smirk. No matter how god damned impressive the feat was...
He closed his eyes as his head tilted back, letting the hum wash over him. He really didn’t know how to deal with that woman. Smug, arrogant, but extremely good at her job... it was maddening.
O you know exactly how to deal with her... a little whisper teased in his mind unbidden, a light smug tingling up the back of his neck as the memory of the uniform tightly pulled against full, enticing curves blossomed to life: damp hair clinging to soft, shining cheeks and brushing down her shoulders to rest just above faint, dark circles teasing through the damp uniform. And of course the material pulled so taught around her round, supple ass that curious eyes could easily trace the outline of two inviting lips... Exactly how to deal with her.
The voice almost chuckled as the memory flowed into a hazy, curious heat. Fingers twitching to feel how those soft cheeks caress skin as the fingers brush the hair from them before lightly teasing down her side, eagerly curling around her hips to pul... No no no! He growled and hunched forward, holding his head and forcing the fantasy from his mind. Cerberus.. she’s Cerberus. You really don’t need that!
He rocked for a few moments, mind still playing the taunting urge the memory of the surprisingly sensual, sweat sheened Miranda and reminding him of that little smile that had twisted his lips. If looking was okay, maybe touching is too... maybe even more. The urge prickled in his mind. With a low growl and jaw clenched, he quickly glanced up then grabbed the bottle of whiskey. With no hesitation, Shepard slammed it back to take a long, burning drink, desperately trying to drown the images in his head... desperately trying to ignore the distressing urge and the now growing discomfort swelling in his pants.
You really don’t need this!

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Her hair swayed in the air as Miranda idly walked around her console, gently drying her face with one end of the towel draped around her shoulders. The cool air of her room swirled around her wonderfully, teasing over her flushed, still warm skin from the shower. She closed her eyes, tilting her head and basking in the coolness for a few moments, letting the towel drop for both ends to brush over and cover her breasts. Reaching up, she fanned out her damp hair, trying to keep the heat from the shower off her skin.
“EDI, as soon as possible, divert the energy back to the cooling units in the showers.” She let out a breath, wiggling her toes against the cold floor to try and cool off faster. If only she hadn’t been so damn sweaty, she could have skipped the hot shower all together. “And you’ll have to explain to me why it was really necessary to divert the power from them in the first place... the tank wasn’t pulling that much.”
“I apologise for the inconvenience Miss Lawson, but in order to connect the tank to the Normandy’s systems it was necessary to divert power from several secondary systems. As soon as the relays cool in the bay, all secondary functions will be restored. That should only be another hour.”
Miranda just nods, biting back more grumbling at the minor sacrifice. At least EDI had kept the environmental controls running at the normal temperature.
“Good. And fix the system so we have a resovoir of room temperature water at the very least.”
“Affirmative.” EDI’s holo flickered off.
Miranda sighed, skin still flushed. It had been far too hot.
Though there were some perks to it...
Her lips curled in a smile at the lingering aura of his eyes before shaking her head at the silly errant thought.
He’s a guy.. of course he looked. All of them looked. It doesn’t mean anything... hell you didn’t even like that they had something to look at!
She closed her eyes, trying to beat down the errant fleeting thought. She was quickly getting tired of these moments. She took a few breaths then nodded to herself before opening her eyes then wiggling slightly. With a glance, she looked to the door then nodded again as she walked back over, almost sighing in relief at the cold floor under her feet. With a quick flick, she locked the door to her quarters then dimmed the lights before turning back around. She tugged the towel from shoulders then draped it over the console as she walked past it. Cool air swirled around her neck and over her shoulders and new let out a breath at being slightly cooler.
“Cross Korlus off the vacation list...” she chuckled lightly to herself squirming “Still too hot...”
She sighed, looking around, rolling her shoulders at the sore tightness the day had brought.
“Door’s locked Miranda... and not like he hasn’t seen it before...” a bare note of disgust tinged her breath before she reluctantly brought her hands to her hips, fingers pushing under her panties before slowly bending over and pushing them down her legs. With a wince, she stood back up against the tight pull in her muscles then gently kicked the panties free and stood there to let the cold air brush over her ass and just around and through her thighs. She smiled slightly, only a bare flicker of doubt pulled at her, whispering that there were could be a device monitoring her.
Of course, the first thing she had done, when moving into her quarters, was run a thorough scan and deactivate and dissemble the myriad of cameras, microphones, and recording devices she found. But that didn’t mean she got them all. The Illusive Man was quite paranoid. And since she hadn’t gotten a call yet...
“Don’t strain your eyes too hard...” she grumbled to herself, but really couldn’t bring herself to care too much. She was hot and the cold air felt too damn good. And she’d learned to deal with the old man’s voyeurism.   It was better than touching at least. Though it played hell on her sex life... what little of one I’ve had the past few years.
She stretched with another wince, working the muscles loose before finally walking over to her bed and falling into it. She carefully fanned her hair out above her and spread her arms out wide, staring at the ceiling for a moment and sighed.
That’s it... just got to get laid. Just been too long is all. Nothing to do with him really...
Her eyes closed, chest rising with a deep breath before she lets it out slowly.
“Because you are one to pull some random stranger off the street to fuck...” she shook her head at that thought, bland memories of a few drunk nights and the yawning empty dissatisfaction afterwards dredging up disgust of even trying that again. “Young and stupid...”
She opened her eyes again, stomach knotting as that quiet little girl inside teased a stray thought of finding something more.
“Don’t be stupid.” she growled at the stubborn girl inside, lashing out at the stray thought furiously and burying it deep inside. “Your fingers have worked perfectly for the past few years...”
She closed her eyes, ensuring the voice is smothered as she concentrates on the cool air gliding over her naked skin, tugging gently at her nipples and swirling through the small, trimmed tuft of hair just below her stomach. Long moments passed as she just focused on the cool caresses, her nipples slowly starting to get erect as she spread her legs a little, the cool air teasing over her thighs. She gently bit her bottom lip as her arousal grew, pussy now getting wetter with each second. She slid one arm back in, hand gently brushing up a thigh and fingers teasing over to her stomach lightly. Her finger danced over her skin in small, tight circles. A path winding around her belly button slowly as her chest began to heave with quicker, more shallow breaths.
It has been a while...
She smiled lightly as she teased herself, fingers brushing across the hair before making small circles there. She focused on the slight tug as the hair gave slight resistance while her other hand caresses up her stomach, inching slowly towards the curve of her breasts. She moaned slightly, delighting in the deliberate and gentle march of her fingers as they creeped lower and lower as her other hand started it’s slow climb, fingers curving to mould to her breast, nipple stiffening at the first touch of skin.
A low moan escaped her lips, echoing in the room.
He could be watching...
A little doubt flickered to life, fingers pausing just briefly before she swallowed then moaned again as one finger curled, gently gliding over her pussy before pushing in with aching need.
It’s been too long...
Her hips rose slightly as her finger pushed deeper, her tight, moist pussy tugging at it gratefully as her other hand squeezed, nipple pushing into her palm. Her mouth opened, stomach tightening as she spread her legs wider, finger now pumping. With a happy sigh, she let her thumb sneak over, brushing against her clit. She grunted lightly, hips bucking just slightly at the minor jolt. Her finger slid into her pussy faster, the thumb teasing just around the clit.
He’s probably watching right now... maybe eve....
Her body trembled, a second finger sneaking deep into her pussy as the tiny sliver of doubtful reason flickered weakly in the face of her aching lust.
Let him.... he knows he can never touch.
She growled, chest rumbling as her fingers are pushing into her pussy faster, thumb now intently pushing and tugging at her clit. She raised her ass off the bed, bucking into her fingers at the driving need, the lust forcing out any worry about being watched. Her stomach fluttered, a slow burning heat starting to build deep inside. Miranda slid one finger out, sliding in a different one as she slowly teased around her clit with her slick, glistening finger before pinching it gently between her thumb and finger. Her eyes squeeze shut as she gasped, a jolt rocking her body.
Too bad he’s not watching...
Miranda’s eyes snapped wide open as that little urging voice causes d single image to bubble into life: a guttural, lust filled laugh as a man stood just next to her, gazing down at catching her fingering herself, those piercing eyes wandering over her naked body. She just choked back the scream welling in her chest as her pussy clenched tightly at her fingers and her toes curled, body shaking as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body for long, almost insufferable minutes before she slumped to the mattress, huffing and smiling at the release before the smile faded with realisation. Long, quiet minutes passed as she just stared at the ceiling, eyes slightly glazed over as the orgasm faded.
“Fuck...” she let out a breath, closing her eyes then holding a hand to her head, body flush and humming with pleasure. With a sigh her arms flopped to the bed and she shook her head, the little fantasy tormenting her. “Get a grip Miranda...”
She chuckled, the lazy comfort of her orgasm enveloping her slowly, the world getting a hazy in sleep.
“Get a grip...”
The little voice chuckled as Miranda fell asleep.   I’m sure you’d love to.... a distressed sighing whimper escaped her lips at that.
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