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Ashley found herself in a philosophical mood as she made her rounds, checking in with C-Sec about the recruitment and security measures, then on to the comm towers, taking her time, strolling leisurely on the wide avenues and walkways through strangely deserted neighborhoods with a lot of damage and nervous denizens, listening to C-Sec and repair crew reports and giving instructions.
And between two stops, she was musing about the incredible set of circumstances that lead her here. Every time she entertained some conspiracy theory or another, eventually her thoughts returned to Miranda Lawson, her bikini-clad curves, and that cocky smile popping into her mind. And then those awkward moments when she took her to that motel room and took care of her injuries–
Ashley tried to brush those thoughts away, until she left the air traffic control and on her way to the Spectre offices she took a passing glance at one of the hospitals, bridging over the Citadelscape. And then it suddenly hit her.
Her steps faltered. She spun around, picked up her pace and almost ran by the time she got to the Spectre offices. She sat down in front of her assigned terminal and accessed the surveillance feeds. One of the perks of being a Spectre was that she had clearance to tap into the Citadel’s networks. Cerberus was smart enough to take out all cameras during their attack and many of them were not up yet, but Ashley wasn’t interested in that.
She accessed the camera feeds of the Huerta Memorial Hospital and vicinity, and started to go through the footage around the time she was admitted there. She settled in for a long shift, grabbing some food and drinks and fast forwarded to every instance when there was movement in her room.
It was weird to see herself on the cameras, battered and bruised, pulled out for surgery and then back in, tubes sticking out of her, and doctors standing around her. She worked her way backwards in time, and after a couple of hours of multiple angle footage, she thought she saw something.
A nurse was standing at her bed, doing nothing, just watching her for a bit. It was hard to tell who she was, but she was not doing the usual checkups and chores. Later she caught the same nurse using an omnitool, and she knew she found something. It was too sophisticated and unnecessary for administering doses or checking the readouts. It looked like it belonged to a doctor. Or…
There she is! Ashley sat up suddenly, freezing the frame as she felt her heart beat faster. It was her all right. She would recognize that shape anywhere. She blushed a bit from the excitement as she played the recording. Lawson was adjusting something on Ashley’s datasheet. Tweaking the dosages probably.
Ashley looked for recognizable markers and set them into the search filter so she could run a recognition on all the footage from that point on back, until she was admitted to the hospital. She waited until the program compiled all the footage from her room and the nurses’ reception where it was most likely Lawson would also appear. It seemingly took forever.
She sent the recordings to her omnitool and then wiped her search clean, but not before grabbing a good enough image and setting it onto a personal watchlist under a generic “person of interest” tag. The Spectre infrastructure was supposed to be very secure but she didn’t want to take a risk and put Miranda in more danger. The system would alert Ashley if it recognizes her face on the Citadel.
All the way back to her quarters, she could not stop thinking about those short segments that she watched before, the way Miranda was checking up on her. She went to a lot of trouble to get into the hospital and get close to her. Not to mention actually fixing her up.
It made Ashley’s heart beat faster. Why did she do that? What was her goal? What did she get out of it? Why…? She shook her head to clear her mind. The only thing she knew for certain, that her suspicions were correct: the doctors’ confusion was due to Miranda’s meddling, who probably fixed her better than the hospital could have done. Ashley guessed that after putting Shepard back together, fixing her was a piece of cake. She didn’t know how to feel about that, or Miranda Lawson for that matter. She just wanted to get home and watch the videos to know more.
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The next few days Ashley watched the recordings over and over again, whenever she had the chance. She tried very hard to prevent it from affecting her job as she supervised the repairs and helped beef up security, but she found it difficult and distracting. Like a smitten teenager, she chided herself time and time again, the thought gradually becoming more and more embarrassing, making her nervous whenever the thought of Miranda Lawson on those videos drifted into her thoughts. She even had favorite moments that she watched frequently.
She had to admit, Lawson was pretty good at avoiding surveillance. The best shots Ashley could get of her were in the hospital, but the ex-Cerberus spy was almost impossible to spot on video feeds outside of Huerta.
Ashley was tempted to go through more footage to catch where she could have been staying or how she came and went to and from the Citadel, but that would have been an impossible task, and not something that could have gone under the radar. No matter how desperately Ashley wanted to find out more about Miranda, she did not want to risk drawing attention to her from anybody, who was also looking for her, for more nefarious purposes.
Given her history with Shepard’s trial, she was also reluctant to access the Normandy files to learn about the elusive woman while she was the XO of the ship. She just had to wait until Shepard popped up at the Citadel again and try to strike up a conversation about those times somehow.
Whenever she got to this line of thought she moaned in desperation and buried her head in her palms or slam her head against her desk, or turn up the cold water in the shower.
I’m pathetic, she declared to herself more than once. She was producing all the classic signs of a bad crush, a platonic one at that, thinking herself awkward and stupid to have a chance with the object of her desire. Which was absurd, considering that she was convinced it was not in any way an affection, more like a need for closure.
It also didn’t help when her preset alerts went up and flagged a potential hit on the facial recognition scripts that she set up. Every time she went to the Spectre’s office, heart racing and hoping it was a false flag, because if it was real, she would have to do something about it.
After a dozen or so alerts, the inevitable happened: she positively identified Miranda in one of the cameras outside the Presidium. She still could not catch when and where she landed and how she snuck past customs.
Not that it mattered. Ashley wanted to meet her, just to get these weeks of anxiety behind her. Even if she makes a complete fool out of herself, at least it would be over. She was sure if she could just have a brief chat with her, it would be easier to move on.
The thought of it made her nervous, and in predictable fashion, she played the scenario over and over in her head. Sitting in front of the monitors, virtually stalking Miranda Lawson she groaned again. I’m practically a dude!
This had to end.
Finding her was not going to be easy, though. Ashley scheduled her daily tasks to be able to strategically linger around places where there was a chance she could spot her. It turned out she didn’t have much patience for that.
She was considering reaching out to Liara again, but before she would have had to come up with some awkward reason for the call, she learned that the Normandy just docked at the Citadel. This was a relief, and Ashley pondered if she should just sit down and have a talk with Shepard, find out more about Lawson for starters and then see where it goes. She suspected that to get to more personal topics, one talk wouldn’t be enough and besides, before even she could talk to anybody about anything, first she would need to find out what was her problem exactly.
No way to put off that meeting with Miranda Lawson.
She made her way to the Spectre offices to run into Shepard, knowing he would make a stop there to check on his classified messages. Before Ashley could ask for anything, Shepard stopped her.

“Can this wait?” Shepard said. “I have to meet with someone.”

“I can walk you there, we could talk in the meantime,” offered Ashley.

Shepard grimaced and shook his head.

“No can do. She is… on the run from a couple of shady characters. I don’t want to blow her cover.”
Ashley tried to remain nonchalant. She? That’s interesting.

“Uh, sure. How about a coffee later in the Presidium?” Ashley said.
Shepard nodded.

“That’s perfect. I will call you, when I’m done.”
Ashley smiled and nodded, too and Shepard was off. He had no reason not to trust Ashley, otherwise he wouldn’t have said even this much about whom he was meeting with. And the only reason he did not actually reveal Miranda’s identity to Ashley was probably plausible deniability. Shepard might have trusted Ashley to keep a secret, but if Ash didn’t know, she didn’t have to lie to the Alliance brass if anybody asked.
And Ashley could follow Shepard from a safe distance without compromising their meeting. She sat back in front of her terminal and followed Shepard through the monitors, feeling a bit dirty and slightly crazy, much like a proper stalker.
She followed Shepard on the cameras until she lost him in one of the blind spots and never saw him emerge anywhere else. That gave her a pretty good idea where the meeting was taking place.
Only when arriving in the area and looking for a spot to keep an eye on the area did she consider that maybe there was more to this clandestine meeting than official business… after all, they served on the Normandy together and Lawson was his XO, and they actually went to hell and back together.
Ashley immediately felt her cheeks burning and her pulse rising at the thought that Shepard and Lawson were having an affair. She did not get the vibe before that there was something between them, but then again, she wasn’t really looking. And wasn’t Shepard still involved with Liara somehow? Were there signs? How about from Miranda? Was she interested in Ashley at all? Like back on Earth– was Lawson signaling to her or was she just being coy? This is stupid! She probably doesn’t even feel anything for you!
It was a miserable stakeout that dragged on too long, her doubts increasing every minute Shepard and Lawson were “talking”, somewhere in the vicinity.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she spotted Shepard leaving one of the high-end apartment buildings. She started to watch the windows and terraces for any signs of Miranda looking out the window, checking if the coast was clear.
Ashley was straining her eyes, looking for clues, her pulse rising again. She was almost as excited and nervous as before a battle.
There! That window!
She waited a few more seconds until Shepard was out of sight and started to move towards the building, keeping one eye on the windows. There was that movement again, and she could only hope she did not spook Miranda off. In any case, as soon as she was in the cover of the building she started to hurry.
As she reached the floor she slowed down, her heart beating faster as she once again went through all the possible scenarios in her head. She calmed herself down enough that by the time she reached the door, she was more or less collected.
She was about to tap the signal button on the door, when it hissed open, no doubt activated from the inside and there stood Miranda Lawson, in the flesh.
“Ah, Commander Williams. To what do I owe the pleasure?” she said, in an unreasonably good mood.

“How did you–?” she started and then realized. “You saw me crossing the street.”
Miranda nodded and motioned her to get inside. She seemed excited. Was it because she was having an affair with Shepard and she was just glowing after a quick romp? Or was she glad to see Ash? But why would she be?

Stop it! she chided herself.
“Does Shepard know you are stalking him, Commander?” Lawson asked, walking to the window of the living room and poured herself a glass of expensive brandy. She raised an eyebrow asking Ashley silently if she wanted one, the bottle hovering over an empty glass. “You still don’t trust him?”
Ashley shook her head at first, then decided she did need a stiff drink. She nodded at the offer.
“Should I have a reason not to?” she managed, buying herself some time while trying to find a way to get to her point.

Miranda shrugged, pouring a second glass of brandy and holding it out for her.

“I asked him for a favour that can be mutually beneficial. It is concerning Cerberus activities. Is that a satisfactory answer?” Lawson asked over the rim of her glass, cocking a half-smile at Ashley before sipping into the expensive-smelling drink.
Ashley frowned, downing her glass in one big gulp. She hardly had any reason to question their motives. She let out a soft sigh as the brandy slid down her throat smoothly, leaving a pleasant burning sensation.
“Actually, that’s not why I’m here,” she said in a raspy voice as the aftertaste hit, managing a serious expression and somehow tore her gaze away from Lawson’s amused expression, and those piercing, blue eyes.

“Oh?”

“Yes. I wanted to–to thank you. For what you did.”
Miranda raised a curious eyebrow, the smile not leaving her lips. She took Ashley’s empty glass. Ashley could tell she was not trying to amuse herself and have fun at Ashley’s expense. Whatever favor Lawson asked from Shepard put her in a generous mood and must have decided not to be smug. She stood with the glasses in hand and pondered for a second.

“The vids about the Collector Base?” Miranda waved, shrugging it away unassumingly. “I might have had selfish reasons at first, but in the end you deserved to know what happened. There’s really no need to–”
“Not that!” Ashley snapped. She didn’t want to sound so impatient, but she was nervous and wanted to get to the point.
Miranda frowned, eyeing her suspiciously.

“The hospital,” Ashley blurted out. “I figured it out.”

“Oh, that” Lawson said, putting the glasses down absently, and looking away. Ashley couldn’t decide if she was nervous that she got careless or embarrassed that she was caught doing something nice for somebody. “I am glad you made a full recovery.”
Ashley felt like her head would explode, trying to decode the woman’s body language, but she was really bad at this. She was used to marines and civilians, not the finer points of non-verbal communication. This was not a combat situation. With her heart beating in her throat, she took the chance and seeing the opening, she stepped closer.
Lawson looked back at her warily, and this time it was evident even for Ashley that she was trying to play it down.

“Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought it would be a waste–“ Miranda said, trying to sound nonchalant, but before she could finish, Ashley touched her arm and planted a kiss on her lips.
She just couldn’t wait any longer. That tiny hesitation and faux calmness was enough. She was so wound up for a while now, watching every little vibe and gesture and she had so much time to think about every little detail, that she felt if she waited any longer she will go crazy.
That first touch was electric, her lips soft, setting off a spark that made Ashley’s chest almost burst, all that tension releasing, endorphins flooding her system. Whatever happened next, Ashley felt she could handle it. It was liberating, and she was already preparing to apologise.

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!
She could feel Miranda tensing up in surprise and pulled away, putting her hands gently on Ashley’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she asked, more baffled than shocked, shaking her head in confusion as if trying to prevent Ashley from doing something stupid.
Ashley felt much more confident, and the fact that Lawson did not freak out or slam her into the wall with a biotic blast was at least promising. She spoke quietly.

“It seems I owe you my life,” Ashley whispered, her eyes flashing. She locked her gaze with Miranda’s.
Miranda seemed to have blushed a bit as she almost tore her gaze away. There was that fraction of a second again, when she hesitated, before her lips twitched into a smile.

“I see.”
Ashley nodded, but did not pull away, keeping the pressure of Miranda’s hands on her shoulder.

“I checked the camera feeds,” she said in a confessional, eager tone. “I figured it out.” She repeated like it was the most important thing. “I found you.”
Her heart was still racing, and there was still that tingle in her chest, but it was at least bearable. Maybe one more kiss and it will go away. Just to let her know how much it meant to her.

“Thank you,” she whispered and seeing Miranda’s hesitation, she kissed her again. This time she closed her eyes, savoring the taste and the softness while she could, before Lawson pulled away.
Miranda did not pull away, at least not for a little while. Finally she took a small step back, just to be able to look into Ashley’s face again.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Miranda asked quietly.

“Yes.” She paused. “No.”

Miranda laughed. “Obviously, you went to a lot of trouble to get here,” she said, her eyes searching Ashley’s face. “You are risking a lot with–” she didn’t finish the thought but from her nervous gesture it was clear she was thinking it through.
“So did you,” Ashley said with a faint smile. “Risking getting caught at the hospital–” she did not need to finish either, just shook her head.
Miranda returned her smile, relaxing a little and shrugged.

“Maybe I had selfish reasons, too…”

“Really?”
“Maybe so you could put in a good word for me,” she said, but she didn’t sound too convincing. Her hand went back to Ashley’s shoulder as if she still needed to keep her at bay.
Ashley nodded, but her smirk told Miranda she didn’t really believe it either.

“I thought we established it back on Earth how that wouldn’t work.”

Miranda smiled and nodded.

“Yes. Yes we did–“
They stood there for long seconds, quietly searching each other’s face, both of them following their train of thought about the events since they met. That embrace that felt awkward when Ashley lifted Miranda up from the ground, almost intimate… The closeness they shared while they were the most wary about each other… The doubts and suspicions, the talk they had the next day, neither of them feeling the need to lie to the other… That pale, lean, bruised ribs, when Ashley applied medigel… Ashley’s gentle touch on Miranda’s bruises… Seeing Ashley’s well-toned, fit form on the beach, so strong and yet so confused… And Miranda in the sun, blonde, all-curves and rocking hips–
They kissed, this time both of them into it, hands wrapping around the back of a head, fingers slipping into dark locks of hair, loud exhales through their noses, wet smacks of lips, thirsty mouths drinking each other’s taste. The tension made them moan, the release overwhelming as they stumbled towards the couch.
They fell on it, Ashley ending up on top, pinning Miranda down, and for a few minutes, their hands just roamed over each others backs, hips, waist, neck, exploring, lips locked.
When they surfaced for air, panting softly, they fumbled to get each other’s jacket off, Ashley too eager to help. Soon she was in her tank top and Miranda was in her black, lacy bra that highlighted the fullness of her breasts, her chest heaving from the excitement.
Their eyes met for a second, a soft smile on Miranda’s lips, Ashley letting out an appreciative grunt. Miranda peeled herself out completely from her top and reached out a gentle hand towards Ashley, who seemed to hesitate for a second, staring at Miranda with wide eyes that showed her turmoil.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ashley said, laughing incredulously. Except that this is really happening!

“It’s okay,” Miranda whispered and pulled her down into another kiss.
Her fingers ran over firm shoulders and back muscles, slipping under Ashley’s tank top. She started tugging it upwards, feeling the bump and stretch as she reached Ashley’s breast, while still tangled in kisses and noses rubbing together. They barely parted lips until the tank top was off, slipping over Ashley’s head.
They slowly slid down the couch, Miranda lying on her back, tugging down her pants while keeping their lips busy, reveling in each other’s taste, exploring jawlines, warm curves of neck, soft earlobes to nibble. They both felt awkward but excited, swimming in a cloud, a little bit dizzy.
They slipped out of their pants, the panties going with them, taking a break to look at each other again. Ashley was lying on top of Miranda, her cheeks flushed from the excitement, looking like she still didn’t believe it was all happening . She certainly did not plan this, she didn’t even know she wanted it, not to mention thinking about getting this far.
Miranda looked up at her with that soft smile still on her lips, her eyes glinting, her breath quicker now, making her chest rise and fall. She waited for Ashley patiently, sensing her nervousness. She took one hand and gently guided it to her breast. She felt Ashley’s grip tighten and watched her chest rise as they both seemed to take a deep breath at the same time.
Ashley was still overwhelmed by the sensation of their naked bodies touching, the shape of Miranda’s breast under her palm, and Miranda felt she needed a little encouragement. She squirmed under her until she trapped Ashley’s thigh between her legs and gently ground her smooth lap against her. It was an incredible feeling, that warm, soft, hairless mound pressing into her thigh muscles, almost kissing, leaving a little dampness on her skin.
Breathing softly, Miranda looked up into her eyes and held Ashley’s wrist as she kneaded her breast, twitching now and then with a quiet gasp if Ash was too eager. Their faces inches from each other, they stared at each other, watching for little signals, both flushed with excitement, asking, confirming, begging.
Ashley pressed back against Miranda, pinning her to the couch, rocking their bodies slowly, lost in that blue gaze. She felt a warm hand caress her waist, Miranda guiding her with the slightest touches, cupping the curve of her firm ass and gently pressing down on it, to nudge her hip into rocking harder and gasping softly when the pressure was right. She felt Miranda’s warm, smooth thigh under her own damp folds.
Still holding Ashley’s gaze, her cheeks blushing and panting excitedly, Miranda guided Ashley’s hand slowly downwards from her breast, along her flat belly. Her body felt hot, her heavy breathing transferring to her abdomen rising and falling, and suddenly Ashley’s hands were cupping that smooth mound, moist along her cleft. Miranda made a small noise, her eyes giving her permission, or asking needily, Ashley couldn’t tell, and the marine curled her fingers to part those smooth folds. Her fingertips poked inside, rubbing and searching for that delicate spot.
Ashley didn’t need more encouragement, she knew what she wanted to do from there, finding Miranda’s clit and pressing down on it, drawing rough circles around it and feeling the other woman’s hips buckle against her hand, her legs squeezing Ashley’s thigh.
Miranda finally broke eye-contact, when Ashley worked her up enough to close her eyes and moan out in pleasure, faster and louder. Her voice, which used to annoy Ashley, now sounded like a song, sending shivers down her spine, her own pleasure rising from the sound she was able to trigger from Miranda.
And then Miranda grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down to her chest, leaving Ashley to grope for her breast with a hungry mouth, kissing her full flesh and eventually zeroing in on her hard nipples. Her two fingers slipped inside Miranda’s sex on her rich, slippery juices and at the same time she sucked down on her breast.
Miranda soon jerked under her, crying out in pleasure and climaxed in a withering, snaking orgasm, her sex quivering around Ashley’s wet finger. She could even feel her pleasure through her breast, as if her flesh hardened up and tremors were travelling between her throbbing sex and her quivering nipple.
She realized she was moaning into Miranda’s delicious breast, and she was grinding her own crotch against her thigh the whole time. She was close, but not there yet, enjoying the weakening aftershocks and her fingers still rubbing Miranda’s soaked folds.
It took a while until Miranda opened her eyes again and looked at Ashley with a fresh sparkle in her blue eyes. Ashley returned her gaze with an awkward smile.
“I appreciate the way you– expressed your gratitude,” Miranda said, her voice still husky as she shuffled, nudging Ashley to lie down so she could slowly slide halfway on her.
Ashley managed to blush a bit, one hand resting on Miranda’s hip, the other hovering tentatively on the small of her back, hesitating to slide down over the delicate curve of the other woman’s round ass.

“I didn’t… plan this,” she echoed her earlier thought, making Miranda laugh and slip a warm thigh over her sex, nudging it between her legs to gently press it against her damp mound.
“Nevertheless…” Miranda said, a hand absently running down to Ashley’s abdomen, running her fingertips appreciatively over her firm muscles, “I believe I also owe you.”
She pressed her leg firmly against Ashley’s lap, and she could feel Miranda’s folds kiss her thighs again, smearing some moisture on her skin.
It was Ashley’s turn to blurt out an “Oh,” as Miranda snaked over her, lying on top, straddling her thighs, resting an arm across her belly, and looking curiously at Ashley.

“I have to admit, you surprised me. With your advance,” she said amused, her lips brushing over the marine’s ribs, nibbling absently while she spoke. “I never thought you were– interested.”
“Neither did I,” Ashley chuckled nervously, stroking Miranda’s shoulder absently.
Miranda raised an eyebrow curiously. “Really? So this–” she left the thought hanging in the air.
It could have become awkward, Ashley already feeling a bit self-conscious, and Miranda could have found it much more amusing than she let it show. In the end, however, she must have realized what it meant and she didn’t linger over the idea.
There was that charging of the air again between them, a few seconds when time seemed to slow down and Ashley secretly hoped that even if it would be just a spur-of-the-moment affair, that it meant at least a little bit more for both of them and that was what made Miranda ponder.
It seemed that the ex-Cerberus operative had something similar run through her mind because she suddenly looked away, taking a deep breath with closed eyes and when she looked up again, she was smiling.
“Well then, let me express my–” she didn’t finish again, and started to kiss her way down Ashley’s torso, making her muscles twitch at the tickling, soft touches of those full lips, and the hard nipples rubbing down her hips and thighs, that almost felt like scratching Ashley’s skin.
Soon she slithered between Ashley’s thighs, one hand still on her abs, nails gently digging into her skin, the other helping to keep her legs apart, and she actually brushed her cheek against Ashley’s neatly trimmed bush with a smile before her lips sunk behind the curve of her mound.
Ashley watched with eager eyes, her hand tangled in Miranda’s hair and then she suddenly gripped tighter as a tongue glided along her cleft, leaving a warm, moist trail and ran over the folds hiding her clit. She let out a loud gasp, her muscles tensing that seemed to excite Miranda, too, because her nails dug harder into Ashley’s belly and squeezed her firm thigh.
Miranda looked up at her with eyes flashing, her nose buried in her bush, then closed her eyes as she moaned into Ashley’s pussy, her voice vibrating into her flesh. Ashley’s hips started to buckle as the other woman’s tongue lapped and licked its way under the hood of her clit and the tip poked her most sensitive part, triggering fresh gasps and moans from the marine.
It was hard to stay still, and Ashley gave it up fast, her body involuntarily twitching as Miranda wanted it, and every time she tensed up, the woman moaned again, raking her nails gently over Ashley’s firm belly.
Ashley eventually threw her head back and surrendered to the tingling, warm waves that radiated from her throbbing sex, Miranda’s tongue parting her folds and gliding on her pleasure, licking up her taste, her eager tongue now poking at her entrance.
“Huhhh, f-fuck–” was all Ashley could gasp out, thinking for a fleeting second, how easily and smoothly Miranda drove her towards her building pleasure, no doubt not her first time, which was good. It meant– it didn’t matter what it meant, the thought blown away as she came, her body twitching and her juices dripping as Miranda was making out with her folds. She realized she was crying out her pleasure loudly, no doubt the rest of her pent up tension releasing with her orgasm.
It was not over for a while, Miranda’s hands working her thigh and crawling towards her breast, pinching her nipple, licking and caressing her through her high, stretching it out an extra minute or so until she collapsed with a loud sigh, trembling softly. As her mind cleared, she realized that her heel was pressing into Miranda’s back and she was still gripping her hair. She looked down and tried to focus on the other woman’s face and was relieved to see amusement and a sultry smile on Miranda’s face as she licked her lips and smacked loudly.
Eventually, Miranda nibbled her way back to Ashley’s breasts and then kissed her hungrily before Ashley could pull away. She tasted herself on the woman’s lips which was an odd sensation, making her throbbing sex tingle again. Compensating for her needy grip on Miranda before, she wrapped her in her arms and slipped her off of her until they were facing each other on their sides, arms and legs tangled into each other, cooling down together, exchanging warm and nervous and curious glances.
Ashley felt light-headed and relaxed, probably the first time since… well, a long time, but at least since the Reapers appeared, or even before, when Shepard returned to Earth. She knew this was probably the only time they got to do this, but she didn’t mind. It was a gamble to begin with, discovering her attraction and acting on it not even knowing if Lawson was open to it, hoping that in the worst case, she would take Ashley’s kiss as a clumsy gesture of gratitude. It pleasantly surprised her that not only was Miranda not repulsed, but she took it to the next level, which was not even in Ashley’s plan as she reminded herself again.
Miranda also seemed more experienced in this, which was a relief and at the same time, awkward for Ashley. She appreciated how Miranda managed to guide her through it without making it more embarrassing for Ash. It could also mean, that Miranda treated this as a one-off, a fling to let off some steam, something to ease the depression of the Reaper invasion.
Ashley didn’t even know if she wanted more, or was it just the high of the first time that made her wish they would keep doing this.
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