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Shared Tastes	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 25716 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For years, Ash had dreamed about getting the chance to serve on a starship, instead of just using it as transportation to her latest shit garrison position. But when the Normandy had arrived at its latest destination, she had been surprised how eager she had been for the opportunity to get off the ship, and enjoy the wide-open spaces of the Citadel for a change.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy the chance to prove herself, to be a part of a crew that was actually making a difference in the galaxy for once. But right about now, she felt like she desperately needed a change of scenery.

"And something to focus on other than the Commander," she thought to herself.

There it was. At least on the Citadel, safely away from the ship, she was able to admit it to herself. More and more over the past few days, she had found her eyes lingering on Shepard. Ever since Ash had heard that story about Shepard's first big posting with Captain Savanta, the red-headed commander had seemed to take on a strangely erotic air in Ashley's mind.

It was insane. How many men had she served with in the past few years, that she would have jumped in a heartbeat if it wasn't for regs? And now all of a sudden, this woman of all people was tempting her into breaking every fraternization rule in the book? Insanity, that's what it was.

And Shepard wasn't helping at all. It seemed like, whenever there was spare time, Shepard would always gravitate directly toward Ash's usual spot in the lower decks. Ash was pretty sure that Shepard was just being friendly, and that there was nothing more to it than that.

But every so often, she thought she caught a glimpse of something. A devious glint in Shepard's eyes, a reassuring hand on Ash's shoulder that always seemed like it lingered a millisecond longer than it should. And the way she seemed to put an extra shake in her hips, a little more wiggle in her ass as she walked away from their latest conversation.

My God, that ass. Ashley had always been an unapologetic butt girl, but up until now it had been finely-toned male backsides that set her toes a-curling. These days, though, try as she might to focus on other things, the only ass she could think about was the one that sat in the Commander's chair.

But as much as Shepard had occupied her mind in recent days, Ashley knew it was sure to pass eventually. It was just hero worship, she rationalized. She'd never gotten a chance to fight alongside somebody as famous as Shepard before this assignment, and she was just mistaking her admiration and desire to emulate the famous Commander Shepard as something more than what it was. Just because Shepard's interest in her own storied commander led to something else, didn't mean that Ash's relationship with Shepard had to go down that same road. Give it enough time, and she would see Shepard as her commander, and nothing more.

But goddamn it, why did that woman have to be so fucking sexy?

If there was anything that could take her mind off her confused libido, and work out some of that nervous energy, it was taking advantage of the Alliance outpost and training facility that had been set up on the Citadel. It wasn't a huge building – the Council wasn't going to let a non-member race have a major military outpost at their base of operations, naturally – but it had all Ash needed to take her mind off her recent sexual confusion. A firing range, a boxing ring for a nice spar or two, and a humble little weight room that she was currently making use of.
The gym was empty at the moment. Most of the Alliance military on the Citadel had been called up for active duty, to be prepared for any more geth incursions after Eden Prime. So Ashley had the entire place to herself. The only sound in the small room were her even breaths, as she sat on a padded bench and worked her bicep muscles with a dumbbell in each hand. Nothing like some good, hard exercise to get your head on straight, prepare yourself for the next mission, and banish any thoughts from your mind of your strangely seductive female Commander...

She heard the light whoosh of the automatic door opening behind her. "Hey, Ash," said an all-too familiar voice.

"Shepard!" Ashley said, a little louder than she would have liked. Jumping to her feet in surprise and turning to the door, she gasped as one of the dumbbells nearly slipped from her grasp. It was only Ash's quick reflexes that kept her from crushing a toe or two. "I thought you were meeting with Udina," Ashley said, trying her best to appear nonchalant.

Shepard let out an pained sigh. "Yeah, well, you know how he is. I checked in to brief him about Dr. T'Soni, and ducked out as soon as possible."

"Oh, so time to head back already?" Ash said, laying down her dumbbells and wiping her sweaty palms on her dark workout pants.

It was only after saying this that she allowed her eyes to drift down Shepard's body, and saw that the Normandy's commander was wearing workout gear herself. Although Ash couldn't help but notice that the outfit her commander was wearing was quite a bit different from your average Alliance issue clothing. The dark top she wore clung tightly to her bust, putting an almost scandalous amount of cleavage on display and leaving her washboard abs bare and open for rigorous inspection. And the grey cotton shorts Shepard wore were tight enough to allow Ashley a faint but unmistakable impression of Shepard's... anatomy underneath. It took Ash a second to realize that she was staring at her Commander's crotch, and her eyes darted back up to Shepard's. Again, she thought she saw a hint of mischievousness in those green eyes of hers, but it was gone almost as soon as Ash noticed it.

"Not just yet," Shepard was saying. "Some Alliance big-shot demanded that we let him give the Normandy a thorough inspection before we set out. So, we've got a few hours to kill, probably. Figured I'd get a little light exercise in before we leave." Glancing around the room, Shepard said. "Unless I'm intruding, of course."

"No, not at all," Ash said, breaking the suddenly uncomfortable eye contact with Shepard to look down at the barbells at her feet. "I'd like the company, actually," she lied. The last person she wanted to see in her current state – heart pumping and adrenaline racing – was the woman who had been making her feel these uncomfortable urges lately. But she sure as hell wasn't going to say, "Sorry, Shepard, but I'd rather you leave, before I can't resist the urge to tear off my clothes and offer myself to you," so she instead resolved to focus on finishing her workout, and making her exit as soon as possible without arousing Shepard's suspicions.

Returning to her seat, Ash tried her best to focus on her own exercises, alternating between arms as she lifted the weights in her hands. It was starting to work, until she caught a glimpse in one of the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on the wall. Shepard was engaging in a series of stretching exercises, extending her arms and swinging them slowly up to above her head. When she brought them back down behind her back, she bent slightly, giving Ash an even better view down her tight workout top. Turning away from the arousing reflected image, Ash stared intently at the dumbbell in her right hand, trying to ignore the small grunts Shepard was emitting as she worked her muscles.

"So," Ashley said, hoping that idle conversation would take her mind off the strange but tantalizingly erotic thoughts that were suddenly flooding her mind. "How'd things go with the ambassador?"

"Ambassador just about describes it," Shepard remarked. Something about the sound of her voice was different, and Ashley ventured to look over at Shepard. And what she saw just caught her breath in her throat.
"You don't know how glad I was," Shepard said, down on one of the workout mats on the floor, "getting the hell out of that place and leaving Udina behind." She was on her hands and knees and facing away from Ashley, rocking back and forth in order to stretch out her back muscles.

And putting her gorgeous ass on display, directly in Ash's view. The tight shorts Shepard was wearing left almost nothing to the imagination, the grey fabric clinging to her beautifully-rounded buttocks before disappearing slightly into the crack of her ass. They were just skimpy enough for Ash to get brief glimpses of the lower curve of Shepard's backside as she grunted and stretched back and forth.

"You're staring, Ash," she mentally admonished herself. "Stop staring." But her eyes were in open revolt against her brain's authority, and remained locked on the gorgeous mounds of flesh struggling to escape the confines of Shepard's undersized gym shorts.

"Udina can be such a pain in my ass sometimes," Shepard was saying, apparently obviously to Ashley's ogling. "The way he acts, it's like he thinks we're a bunch of useless bums, and not a crack team of soldiers. We're not out there shaking down mercenaries for their booty. We're saving the galaxy, dammit! You think I wouldn't have to kiss his backside just to get a bit of respect, you know?"

"Yeah, definitely," Ash agreed. Her jaw dropped as Shepard concaved her back and thrust her ass upward.

"Sorry to make you listen to me moan, Ash," Shepard said, appearing to be obviously to the effect her stretches were having on her comrade. "It's just... as far as days go, this one is ranking pretty near to the bottom. First Udina, and now this Mikhailovich. Last thing I needed today was some rear admiral getting all up in my face, on top of everything else." Letting out a breath, she arched her back, and then thrust her hips back up again.

"Shepard, if you don't stop that soon," Ash thought frantically, "I won't be held responsible for my actions."

Glancing over her shoulder, Shepard gave Ashley a crooked smile. "So, Ash, you just gonna keep staring all day, or you gonna join me down on this mat?"

"What?" Ash yelped, quickly averting her eyes and trying her best not to sound guilty. "Shepard, I'm not sure what... I wasn't..."

Spinning around to turn in Ash's direction, Shepard sat cross-legged on the workout mat. "Come off it, Ash. I went to the same Academy you did. They never were good at teaching us proper stretching exercises, were they?" She beckoned with a finger. "Get down on the mat with me, Ash. I know some tandem stretching exercises that'll loosen you right up."

The thought of getting down on the mat, grabbing onto Shepard, and "loosening up" was just about the last thing Ashley wanted on her mind in her current state. "No, thanks. I stretched before you got here. And right now I'm in the mood for something a little more strenuous than that." She glanced over at another workout bench and cocked a hip. "So, Shepard? What's your limit?"

Shepard followed Ash's gaze over to the weight bench. "Never been one for pure strength," Shepard said casually. "Tend to work more towards tone."

"You turning chicken on me, Shepard?" Ash said, a light tone of mockery in her voice. "Come on, fess up. How much do you bench?"

Shepard rose to her feet. "Last time I did it... think I was able to get up to 115. But that just about wrecked me."

"115, really?" Ash said, trying her best not to sound impressed. In truth, she had just barely managed five reps at 110 during her last good workout. "Well, guess I'm gonna have to give you a lesson in true marine strength, ma'am. Set me up for 120."

Getting into bench press position, Ash watched as Shepard placed weights on the ends of the metal bar. Ash tried not to sneak a peek as Shepard bent down low to grab another dark circular weight and hoist it up onto the bar.

"You sure about this, Ash?" Shepard said, as she fastened the weights into place. "Still a long fight ahead of us, and I'd hate for you to spend it in the infirmary with a broken clavicle or something just as painful."

"With all due respect, ma'am," Ash said with a smirk, "shut up and spot me."
Shepard shook her head, getting her hands in position at Ash's head, her hands wrapped around the bar. "Well, if you're sure. Let's do this."

Ash let out a low grunt as the heavy weights were lifted off the stand, and the sizable mass began pressing down on her arms. Shepard kept her hands gripped on the metal bar until Ash was in position to begin.

The first rep was deceptively easy. "One," she flatly proclaimed, after lowering the weight down and raising it back up in the air. Bringing it back down to her chest, Ash took several deep breaths, readying herself for the next effort.

Gritting her teeth, she pressed up with all of her upper body strength on the bar. She could feel the muscles in her arms tighten, but despite the strain she managed to straighten them out enough to hoist the weight as high as she could manage.

"Two," she grunted, letting out a breath as she slowly lowered the weight back down to her chest. Shepard kept her hands loosely around the bar, not gripping but ready at a moment's notice to grab hold if it looked like Ash wasn't going to make it.

Ash furrowed her brow, swallowed, and pressed upward again. "Th...three," she weakly proclaimed, already feeling her arms start to weaken from the exertion. As the bar lowered back down to her chest, Ash began to consider how humiliating it would be at this point to cry uncle.

"Ready to stop?" she heard Shepard say, and that was enough for Ash to push onward. Her teeth pressed together so hard, she thought they might shatter in her mouth as she put all of her strength to bear on lifting the weight up again.

"Four," Ashley said as soon as her arms were fully extended. Just one more.

She lowered the weight down to her chest, ready to press up and finish the last rep... and it just wasn't there. She put all of her energy into raising the weights up again, and nothing happened.

"You okay, Ash?" she heard Shepard ask. Ashley nodded her head, while her face turned red from the struggle to lift the weight up for the fifth time.

"Just... one more..." Ashley muttered out loud, feeling the cold steel of the weight bar against her chest as she struggled to push it off. "Come on..."

"Ash," she heard Shepard say, and she looked up to see Shepard locking her eyes with Ash's. She expected Shepard to tell her to give up, that she'd been beaten.

But instead, Shepard smiled. "You can do this."

"Shepard, I... I can't..." Ash admitted. "I've got no more left, Shepard."

"Listen to me, Ash," Shepard said, her hands still around the bar but not gripping yet. "I know you think that it's not possible. That there's no way you could ever do this. Your mind is telling you, 'No.' 'Stop.' 'This can't happen.' But forget about what your mind says, Ash. Just look into my eyes, and listen to what your body is telling you. Because it wants this, Ash, I'm sure of it. Your body knows what it wants, what it craves more than air. So forget all the naysayers, all the men who want to tell you, 'This isn't what women were meant to do. They're not meant to fight, to have muscles. They're meant to marry a nice guy, have children. There's supposed to be huddled up by a fire with knitting needles, not clinging to each other for warmth in a cold foxhole while bullets fly around them.' That's all bullshit, and you know it, Ash. So forget about all those guys back home who want you barefoot and pregnant in their kitchens, and just think about me. I want this just as much as you do, Ash. So stop thinking about it, and just do it."

The bar budged, just a little. "That's it, Ash," Shepard said, her voice low and breathy, her eyes unblinkingly focused on Ash's. "Harder, Ash. Push it. Don't think about anything else. Saren, Benezia, the Geth... that's all out there. None of that matters now. In here, it's just you and me. Just do it for me this once, Ash, and I promise it'll feel amazing when it's over."

Ash let out a strained cry, and the bar raised just a little bit more. "Do it, Ash," Shepard urged her, breathing a bit heavily herself. "Yes, yes, yes. That's it. Just a little bit more. Harder... harder... it's so close now, Ash. Oh, God, you're so close now. Do it. Do it for me. You can do this. Just a little..."
"Five!" Ash proclaimed in triumph, as the weight was extended up as high as it could go. The reps done, Shepard took hold of the bar and helped Ashley as she returned it to the rack. Ashley barely felt the pain in her arms as she sat up on the bench. She couldn't hide the grin on her face, the triumph she felt over beating her previous record, with Shepard's help.

"Never should have doubted you, Ash," Shepard said, walking around the bench and offering her hand to Ashley.

Grabbing hold, Ashley allowed herself to be pulled upward. She wasn't ready for the strength of Shepard's pull, however, and she found herself falling against Shepard's body as she rose.

For a moment, their eyes met. And in that moment, Ashley knew without a doubt that she was going to kiss this woman. She knew it was the rush of adrenaline, the giddiness of the moment that had taken her out of her right mind. But she didn't care.

She moved closer, Shepard showing no surprise as Ashley's lips closed the distance towards hers. And just as they were about to meet...

"Oh, excuse me!" said a voice. Ashley gasped at the new arrival and stepped quickly away from Shepard, her face now red from embarrassment as well as exertion.

"Dr. T'Soni," Shepard said, her voice slightly cold at the asari's arrival. "Wouldn't have expected to see you here. You don't seem the weightlifting type."

Even with her limited experience with human interaction, Liara could obviously tell she had stepped into the middle of something, and she awkwardly shuffled her feet. "You're right, I'm not. I was... well, I was actually looking for Chief Williams." Turning her attention to Ash, Liara's hands fidgeted as she spoke. "I was... wondering if I might ask you for some assistance with something. I know we don't have much time left for shore leave and... well, obviously you're busy here. I'm sorry, I'll just..."

"No, no, that's okay," Ash said, the rush of excitement at her sudden, unexpected closeness with Shepard draining away. With the realization of what she was about to do with Shepard, she seized on the opportunity to be away from the aggravatingly attractive Commander. "Let me just take a quick shower and I'll meet you outside of the locker rooms."

"Hitting the showers already?" Shepard said, disappointed. "Well, suppose I should join you, get cleaned up to head back to..."

Ash's eyes bugged out. "That's okay, Shepard," she quickly interjected. "You spent your whole workout time spotting me, after all. Why don't you finish up in here while I go help out Liara?"

Again, she thought she saw one of those strange looks come to Shepard's eyes. An annoyed glare over at Liara that only lasted for a split second, before turning to Shepard's usual friendly smile. "Suppose you're right. See you back on the Normandy, then?"

"Sure thing," Ashley said, quickly darting out of the room and making her way to the showers.

Right about now, she was thinking she needed a very, very cold one.
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