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A House of Three	By : MissionFromBog Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Miranda Shepard came awake to muffled sounds and the feeling of one of her bedmates thrashing against her. Snapping instantly awake, she rolled over to see Ashley Williams whimpering, eyes twitching beneath their lids as she clutched frantically at the pillow. Oh no. Not again. Miranda rolled up on one arm, reaching over with the other to grab her lover's shoulder and shake.
"Ashley." The other woman twitched again, letting out a strangled half-sob that nearly made Miranda's heart break. Miranda shook her again, more insistently. "Ashley, wake up. Wake up, you're having a n-"
Faster than Miranda could react, Ashs' hand grabbed onto hers, preparing to throw her backwards over the bed. Miranda gritted her teeth and got ready to take the fall, but at the last second the motion stopped and she fell across Ash's body. Ash's skin was soaked in sweat, and her chest pumped up and down at a rapidfire pace. Her eyes were wide as they came into focus, and when it came her voice was barely more than a breath.
"Miri?"
"Yeah." Miranda slid up and laid a hand on Ash's cheek. "Same one?" Ash nodded, face tight.
"Same one." Miranda shut her eyes for a moment, hearing the bed shift as John rose to wrap his arms around Ashley from behind. It was always the same one. She'd heard about it enough that she'd even dreamed it once or twice, but she knew that didn't reduce the impact each time. Ashley had watched John and Anderson sprint into that final beam of light while Reaper forces held her pinned down in a trench, knowing that to run after him was suicide but wanting to do it anyway. A short time after an explosion had brought down a building right on top of her, leaving Ash uninjured but trapped in the rubble. And then waiting, an unguessable amount of time. The Hammer forces had pulled back from around her, spent from their last push. She'd had to lie absolutely still as the Reaper forces advanced, Husks pouring overtop of her while the Marauders leading them sniffed the air for any sign of life. The pure, cold fear of seeing a group of Husks start to dig into the ruins, dead hands digging closer and closer as she futilely searched for a way out. Then a bright red light had ended all danger…but it had still been another twelve hours before Alliance forces dug Ashley out of the rubble.
"Hey." John's voice was rough with sleep, but his touch was gentle as he slowly dropped a line of kisses along the back of her neck. "It's over. You're safe. We're all alive."
"Yeah?" Ashley was still breathing heavily, her eyes wide in the darkness. She twisted around in John's arms, locking her lips to his and biting down, pushing deliberately with her weight until he fell onto his back. "Prove it." Miranda felt her mouth water as Ash yanked the sheets back, baring John's cock, already at half-mast and rising under Ashley's demands. She started forward, but checked herself. This wasn't about fucking, really. It was about control. Letting Ashley take it, use it, and prove to herself that she wasn't still lying helpless as death scratched closer and closer.
That was why John and Miranda both stayed silent, as Ashley wrapped her legs around John's hips and started grinding down with a soft moan. They knew that right now she had to pretend she was taking what she wanted, with or without their permission. They could say no. They had in the past. But right now Ash couldn't wait for a yes.
Of course, Miranda thought as her fingers slipped between her legs, it was remarkable how seldom either of them turned down a gorgeous Spectre wanting to fuck their brains out. Miranda's fingers teased, touched, feeling her body start to swell and burn as she watched Ash bend down, sinking her teeth into John's shoulder until he gasped from the silver touch of pain.
"Like that?" Ash's voice was a low, panting growl. The look in her eyes made Miranda's entire body shiver. Pure predator.
"Yes, Ash." Ashley grinned as she raked her nails down over his chest, making John's head tilt back as he gasped the air out of his lungs. She turned her head and stuck out her lip in a mock pout.
"Oh, is little Miri-slut feeling neglected?" Their eyes locked, and Miranda felt her insides twist with raw need. Nodding wasn't going to be enough. She sucked in a breath and whispered,
"Yes, Ma'am." There was no control in her voice now. She didn't care that it practically screamed to Ash how badly she wanted to fuck. Ashley knew, and Miranda was far past giving a damn.
"Then get over here and put that mouth to work, Cerberus." Ash's put a mocking edge in her voice that would have infuriated Operative Lawson and made little Miri-slut whimper with need. "You can get yourself off after I'm done with your husband. Clear?"
"Clear, Ma'am." Miranda raised herself up and dropped a quick line of kisses down John's stomach, quickly bending down and lapping at the head of his cock, opening her mouth to let it push in. It was thick, warm, and Miranda could feel the pulsing of blood in it with her tongue. She bore down, pushing it into her throat until she nearly gagged, hearing John gasp when her fingers came down to stroke his balls. Below her, she could feel one of Ash's fingers rubbing lower, teasing around his ass as he groaned and writhed.
Miranda closed her eyes and fell into a slow, comfortable rhythm, listening as Ash purred filth into her husband's ear. "Like that, Skipper? You like it when I play with your ass? Mmm, I know you do." John was beyond anything except an incoherent moan. "You'd like it if I let Miranda keep sucking on your cock and got mine, wouldn't you? I'd let you put it on me, then listen to that groan you make when you get fucked." John's cock pulsed in Miranda's mouth, swelling, and she felt Ashley's hand come down to squeeze around the base of his cock. "Ah, ah, Skipper. Not until I say. You know that."
A hand came down into Miranda's hair, and she gasped in a breath as Ash pulled her off of John's cock, leaning down to press her lips against Miranda's. Miranda gasped into the kiss, then let out a sharp, muffled groan as Ash bit into her bottom lip. The pain was sweet silver over her nerves, a counterpoint to pleasure, and when Ash drew away with blood on her lips and whispered "Good girl", Miranda felt her head swim.
Almost in a trance, she watched Ashley move forward, the tiny hitch of her hips as she took John into her with a soft moan. When Ash's hands came down to grip his shoulders, Miranda slipped a hand back between her legs, absently playing with herself as Ashley began to move. Watching was almost as good as being fucked herself- two perfect bodies, hardened by years of conditioning, twisting together. John's face, blank but still perfectly focused. Ashley's incredible ass, pumping up and down.
And her voice, no less commanding for being a whisper. "That's it, Skipper. Come on, give it to me. Don't cum, don't you dare cum, I'm so fucking close right now and I need it, I need it Skipper. So stay with me, stay with my voice, because if you go away I know you won't be able to hold back. You're going to want to sink into my warm cunt and fill it up, fill it all the way up, but you can't yet, you can't, so don't you go away, not for one second."
Ash's voice was high now, breathy, as she tossed her head back. Her eyes closed. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. And then it wasn't silent anymore, as she yelled out, "Fuck! Now" as her body shook, hips pumping down as John's cry answered hers and he emptied himself into her. Ash collapsed on top of him, her hair falling down to hide both of their faces, shaking.
Unguessable minutes later Miranda heard her murmur "Thank you", heard John mutter something incoherent and sleepy back. Then she was up, crawling over to press her lips to Miranda's in a long, soft kiss before murmuring the same words in her ear. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." Miranda kept her lips close to Ashley's, just drinking in the moment. Ashley's hand came up to stroke her hair, and she tried and failed to suppress a purr as she leaned into it.
Ash laughed. "Mmmm. I see that it was." Her other hand drew up Miranda's thigh, making her let out a long gasp as it drew teasingly up and down over her folds. Miranda shook, feeling her eyes go wide, her head sinking even further into that delightful soft void. She whimpered, and Ashley grinned even wider. "Well, well. We'll have to do something about this, won't we? Otherwise you'll be up rubbing yourself all night and I'll have to make my own breakfast."
Miranda felt a rush of red to her cheeks. A thousand emotions were boiling together in her belly. All she could get out was a soft stammer. "I…I…"
"Hush now, Miri-slut." Ashley's voice was tender, affectionate as she pushed her fingers into Miranda's mouth, letting her suck the taste down. "Hush and let me take care of you."
Miranda whimpered again, twisting her head, almost unable to bear Ash's words in her ears and Ash's tongue sliding down over her cunt. Let me take care of you. John and Ashley both knew how much she loved those words, words nobody had said to her for almost the first four decades of her life. It had always been about what she could do, how fast she could learn or how well she could perform. Weaknesses and wounds had to be hidden with the same ruthless efficiency she used to push herself to the very edge. It was the only way she knew, until the war ended and she discovered what it truly meant to be cared for. And to rest.
Miranda felt tears welling out of her eyes as she rode towards her peak, not bothering to hold back as Ashley's hand on her thigh gave her mute permission to climax. Her head thrashed from side to side, purple stars bursting behind her eyes as she came, laughing and sobbing all at once.
Someday, a part of her mind supposed as she and Ashley cuddled up to a sound-asleep John, she'd get tired of being decorative little Miri-slut and find something else to engage her talents. John and Ash would support her. But as she snuggled in against her loves and drifted off to sleep, Miranda smiled, and decided she didn't have to do that quite yet.
Later, as she drifted back towards sleep, something tugged at her brain and she got up on one elbow. "Ma'am?"
"Yes, little one?" Ashley's voice was half-asleep, but still tender.
"I got a note from Kelly today. She's coming to Earth to help with the relief efforts in a couple weeks. Wanted to know if we could put her up for a few days while she found a place to live."
"Mmmm." Miranda could hear the smile in her Mistress' voice. "That depends. She as tasty as she looks?"
Miranda felt an answering smile on her face, but she kept her voice carefully demure. "Why, Ma'am, I'm shocked. You know I selected the Normandy's crew, and I took their qualifications very seriously." She tried to suppress a giggle, and failed miserably. "I assure you that Miss Chambers was the best qualified from a long list of candidates."
"Mmmm." Ash purred as she drifted back towards sleep. "Talk t'Skipper in the mornin'. But maybe little Kelly won't have to find another place to live. After all-"
"-all sorts of arrangements can be made."
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