Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Played	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 16397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters. I make no profit from this fiction.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Miranda jolted awake to the sound of another train rushing past loudly in the other direction. She instinctively knew it was long, because it took many seconds to pass them and with that speed and that opposing speed the length should be— her eyes popped open and she froze, suddenly very aware of everything without the comfortable transition of waking up. She didn’t feel Ashley behind her. The noises were much louder now that she was awake. And it was much, much hotter.
She collected herself and sat up on her elbow, looking around with what she hoped to be a sleepy enough expression. Ashley was sitting at the side wall, a few paces away, near the door that she opened wider to get more air into the stifling heat of the boxcar.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey,” Ashley said. She sat with her legs pulled up, elbows resting on her knees, a canned food in one hand, a plastic spork in the other. She was scraping the last remnants of the food from the bottom of the can. She seemed eerily calm, not too serious but not cheerful either.
Miranda pretended to ignore it, rubbing her eyes and brushing wet locks out of her hair. “It’s pretty hot in here,” she muttered as she shuffled into a sitting position slowly. Warnings were going off in her head, calculating possibilities of how this conversation could go, preparing the appropriate responses.
Ashley nodded. “I prepared some food for you,” she pointed at the floor near Miranda with her spork. “If we ration it out, we should have more than enough for the trip.”
“Thank you,” Miranda nodded meekly, noticing the opened can and spork, with a small bottle of water next to it. She decided to eat the food quietly, giving her more time to gauge Ashley’s mood before striking up a conversation.
Ashley turned her head and looked out over her shoulder.

“Getting dark soon. I think we’re entering the farmlands. Seem to be some sort of a prairie or something.”
Miranda nodded again, eating with measured moves, sipping her water between bites. Terra Nova was not a friendly place, most of it uninhabitable, but the mining business was lucrative. There was a narrow belt along the tropical parallels, where crops could be grown and cities built, and then there was the steaming wet equatorial zone for resources and the canyon-grained plateaus to the north and south, where the mining ventures operated in the protective cracks of the canyons, where the wind and the dust was bearable. Judging from the heat, they were already inside the tropics. Sweat was trickling down her neck and her hair was already getting damp. The long silence didn’t help either.
Ashley finished her meal and watched Miranda as she ate, which was unnerving but not menacing. Miranda was stalling for time, playing the clueless role. She noticed before, how Ashley froze up when she reached for the backpack. Miranda downplayed it at that time, but mostly to conceal her hurt, that Ashley would think that she could turn the tables on her. Then again, she did try to get the gun a few times before, but after everything that happened at the tower she was too tired to bother, not to mention staying in the comfortable role of the victim. So she smiled, realizing she deserved it, which also hurt a little, but at that point, all she wanted was to sleep.
Now, however, she had to consider every gesture, every word—

“You’ve got straw in your hair—” Ashley said, pointing.

Miranda reached for it embarrassed and brushed through her hair with her fingers, fishing out the tiny straws, looking at them cross-eyed and throwing them away with a blush and a smile.
That seemed to work, Ashley’s gaze softened, became, more contemplative, still searching her features. Miranda finished the food, put the can down neatly, and drank a few big gulps from the bottle, making sure that a few drops escaped and trickled down her neck, so she could try to stop collect them in her palm awkwardly, shooting shy glances at Ashley.
Miranda was still trying to figure out Ashley’s mood, so she just put down the bottle and sat there, hands on her knees, fidgeting like she was about to ask something but still gathering courage.

“I-I really don’t know what to do now,” she said finally. It was almost completely true.

“Come here,” Ashley said, tilting her head, and spreading her legs, pointing in front of her.
Miranda frowned what she hoped would seem like more awkwardness, but inside she was getting cautious. It was a very manly gesture and accepting it would be a bit submissive. Maybe she overplayed the shyness card, but it would be suspicious if she would decline. She let some of the uneasiness show, but she slipped over, finally snuggling in with her back pressed against Ashley’s torso, head resting on her shoulder, and Ashley’s arm absently wrapping around her waist. It was definitely comfortable, though, but she could not see Ashley’s face. Then it occurred to her that maybe that was her plan.
Ashley turned her head again and looked out through the doorway at the yellow farmlands flying by, Miranda following her gaze.

“I noticed how you panicked back at the tower, when the fat guy jumped you,” Ashley said and Miranda froze. This was a very odd topic and tone. She quickly started throwing out scenarios she was preparing for, partly because this was a very touchy subject for her. Ashley felt her tensing up, so she squeezed her waist reassuringly, fidgeting with Miranda’s hair absently. “It’s okay, don’t worry. Just hear me out, okay?”
Miranda waited silently, but Ashley didn’t continue. She needed confirmation. “Okay?” Ashley repeated with a gentle nudge. “You don’t have to say anything, I promise.”
“Okay,” Miranda croaked eventually, very cautiously.

“I’ve seen people panicking in combat situations. Believe me, I can tell a PTSD apart from a hysterical civilian.” She gave her another reassuring squeeze. “All I’m saying is, that I can tell that you were attacked like that before. I’m guessing it happened when you were younger and more defenseless. Clear signs of trauma-induced panic attack. And the way you zoned out after— I guess I just want to say I’m sorry. You were strong.” She planted a kiss on top of her head.
Miranda blinked. She was relieved that Ashley didn’t see her face. She felt guilty and a bit touched. Ashley misread the signs, thinking she got shocked, while she was euphoric. Obviously she wouldn’t tell that to Ashley.

“I almost got us killed.” Ashley continued, not really leaving Miranda time and opportunity to react. “But I knew it wouldn’t end like that. You know why? Because death avoids me.”
Miranda looked up at her with a questioning gaze, also to hide her excitement. This was beginning to go somewhere. She also needed to see Ashley’s face to know if she was about to do something very stupid. But no, her gaze was clear, if a little bit sad.
“I dodged death back on Eden Prime, when Shepard found me.” She paused. “But I guess you would know that. It was in our reports.
“I thought that would be it for the Williams curse, finally. Instead, I got to ride shotgun into the mouth of hell next to Shepard and Alenko… Until Virmire, of course.”
Ashley gently took Miranda’s left wrist and guided it to her right side, pulling up her shirt. She led her fingertips to the gunshot wound just above her kidney.
“That was Virmire. I was guarding the nuke, and I thought it was pretty okay as odds went. And then I got shot. You know, when I saw my blood splatter on the bomb I freaked out. I thought it’s busted, and won’t go off and Shepard would be disappointed.” Ashley chuckled. “It took me a few seconds to realize that I was probably gonna die there. The nuke would go off, I’d be gone and the Williams name would be cleared with blood.”
Miranda looked at her face again, her fingertips gently brushing over the wound. She knew that wound. She wanted to kiss it again.

“And then Shepard chose to come back for me. What a fucked up choice that was!” Ashley continued, brushing her lips across Miranda’s forehead before resting her chin. “I knew it made sense, that Kirrahee and Kaidan knew what they were doing. That’s the role of the diversion. He was with an elite STG team. You can hardly get safer than that. I was needed at the nuke. Fuck, I would have probably made the same choice as Shepard, but still. Kaidan was dead. The bastard.” Ashley’s voice faltered and for a few, long seconds she remained quiet.
“It was unbearable, you know? Why did Shepard choose me? Why did Kaidan have to die? Was it my fault? Did I fail to protect the nuke? God, I had the perfect way out! Either as a hero, or as a final footnote on the family name. But no.

“And then it was jealousy, you see. Kaidan gets to be the fucking hero!”
Miranda felt pressure on her head as Ashley buried her face in her hair, and her hands squeezed her tighter, but not painful. Yet. She kept touching her naked side, hoping to calm her down a bit.
“I was going fucking mad. They took me in, and Kaidan did a lot to help me settle in, you know. Especially since Shepard and Liara seemed to be smitten with each other. I bet that’s not in any report you could get your hands on, huh? Commander Shepard falling for an asari. Or the other way around, I don’t know. It was at least not fraternization, and it didn’t affect Shepard’s attitude. But I suppose that meant that Kaidan got me to pester about. I don’t know. Maybe we would have hit it off eventually. He was very open and accessible. Fuck if I know. I miss him a lot.” She sighed.
“So then came the Citadel. I’m sure you know how that went, too. And we survived that one, too. Shepard, Garrus and I facing off Saren. It was insane! We were invincible. At least I felt that way.”
Miranda listened eagerly. She didn’t dare to interrupt her with questions, ask about more details. She was more or less aware of what happened, but never read the all Alliance files and reports. She would have to, once this was over. And Shepard and Liara… they had no idea.
“So then you can imagine, how it felt to go down, while on a routine recon mission above some godforsaken planet, by a ship we never fucking seen before! I wanted to stay there and go down with the ship, but it was the skipper’s job. Shepard got to save Joker and we had to make sure that most of the crew would survive. I was screaming at the hatch in the escape pod. It was fucking unfair! We beat the geth, Sovereign, kicked ass on the Citadel and then shot to pieces by what? Can you imagine how totally powerless we felt seeing the Normandy blown to pieces and Shepard die?”
Miranda shrank smaller, wincing as Ashley’s grasp got tighter. She knew Ashley was venting out, having her own moment of sorting out her life just as she had after she killed the fat man, but it was getting more painful. And familiar. Oh, Miranda knew helplessness all right. She had to fight down her own panic, and focus on Ashley’s words.
“So there. Dodged death again, drifted in orbit for days, contemplating our total failure, and then— red tape. That Sovereign was a geth ship. Fuck them! I was there when Shepard talked to that fucking thing. It was nothing we ever imagined before. I was scared shitless! And that ship that took us out— That was obviously not geth!”
“So when Hackett approached me and said he believed Shepard so he needed me, I jumped at the opportunity. He ran his own little side-operation within the Alliance, getting rid of Sovereign’s parts and throwing the pieces into the closest fucking sun. Everybody was trying to steal those damn pieces, but they are like a virus. Who knows, even a little piece can infect the mind and turn everybody into fucking space-zombies. I saw what it did to Saren!”
Through her palm pressed against Ashley’s side Miranda felt her body tremble from rage. She shifted in her embrace, half turning her body in Ashley’s lap and cuddled closer to try and keep her calm with gentle touches. The world outside slowly turned into a deep red as the sun started to set over the horizon.
“So then Hackett calls and says, there is one more. Supposedly, some batarians got away with pieces of tech from Sovereign and made a dash for it, and they were in batarian space already. We should go in, get the tech from the four-eyed toads and get out. If we get busted, it means war. It was so messed up, practically a suicide mission. Of course I took it. I wanted it to end anyway.”
“We go in, find the batarians on a moon mining complex. Blew everything into pieces. No casualties on our side. My men gave me funny glances. We get the pieces, tow it in a freight container, because I’m not gonna let anybody get close to that shit. Ran into a batarian patrol, had to wipe them out, too, no problem. So the container gets damaged. Now we have to come up with something. We went through the contents of the container, but I swear I haven’t seen anything like that before. Not the typical scrap everybody tried to steal from the Citadel. There was an orb and a bunch of other ornate stuff. In the end we cannibalized the patrol ship, strapped the mass drive to the container and sent it off where Hackett wanted it. And we got out without a fucking scratch!”
Ashley sounded disappointed. “I guess I had too good a mentor,” she sighed, and bowed her head, resting her forehead on Miranda’s head. She could feel Ashley’s heavy breathing, how she fought with her own panic, or simply the urge to cry. “So there. Still not dead.”
Miranda realized her mouth was dry. She didn’t even dare to breathe. This was it. The whole mission, everything they wanted to know and so much more! She was done, mission accomplished! Time to make an exit strategy.
Only, they were on a train for at least twenty more hours, and if she lets it end like this, Ashley will either be dead or useless by the time she gets back to the Alliance. Or makes sure she will get killed on the next mission.
Miranda could not let that happen. Not when she was the only human hero of the Citadel alive. Not when she could be groomed for being the next human Spectre. Not when they gave each other solace. Not when the asari and the drell were getting close to—
She had to help Ashley Williams get it out of her system. For both their sake.
“Why are you telling me all this?” Miranda finally asked, her palm resting on Ashley’s abdomen. She made sure to look straight into Ashley’s eyes with as much compassion as possible, and without pity.
Ashley snorted and looked away, out into the sunset. She thought about it for a while, before turning back towards Miranda with a much more composed expression.

“Because, what are you going to do? Even if you manage to get back to Cerberus, you are not going to spill this info out. It would mean very bad press for humanity.” Ashley smirked. “And because there’s nothing left to gain from knowing about a cleanup op. But mostly because this cannot end well and I-I wanted you to know, how fucked up I am.”
Miranda had no trouble to look confused and raised her eyebrows. “Why?”
“I was watching you sleep.” Ashley smiled sadly. “I know you’re Cerberus, and I know you’re smart and it’s bad enough that you chose those terrorists. But I also know you’re just a human. I know how beautiful you are when you are asleep, or when you are happy. And I got a glimpse about why you are like this, when you killed that fat bastard.” Ashley sighed. “And if we get out of this mess, we wouldn’t have a chance even if this—” she gave a small squeeze to her waist “—was nothing more than a way to let off steam and not go crazy.”
Miranda was about to protest, frowning and shaking her head, but before she could speak, Ashley continued.

“It’s okay. It’s not like you held a gun to my head. And I know you weren’t trying to get me into your pants.” Ashley smiled, fidgeting with Miranda’s hair.”You’re clever but not that clever. And I’m simple but not that simple.”
“So what happens now?” Miranda asked finally.

“Don’t know,” Ashley shrugged. “If we make it back, we probably wouldn’t be able to be together again anyway. I can’t protect you. You could spill the bean on… this, and I would get discharged or buried in some shitty task somewhere. But you’re not that petty. And that would just make me feel more guilty.” Miranda kept quiet. There was no scenario in her mind where she would be taken prisoner by the Alliance.
Miranda searched her face, her hand absently slipping up and resting on Ashley’s shoulder now. She tried to gauge her mood. Ashley didn’t look suicidal, and neither did she look like she was giving up on the Alliance. As the marine shrugged and looked down at her smiling, Miranda had the impression that she might be seeking closure. Closure to move on from Shepard, and from this. Maybe they weren’t in love, but this was more than just a fling. It was therapy.
Miranda smiled back, snuggling into a more comfortable position, wrapping Ashley’s hair around a finger. When she thought about it, Ashley was probably looking for some intimacy. God knows, Miranda needed it, too, and she used this desire to her advantage a couple of times in the past. But Ashley needed it more than her, and Miranda could give this moment to her even though she already got everything from the marine she needed. This one was for free. As a gift to keep Ashley going and get the closure even though if Liara succeeds—
“You should keep your hair like this,” Miranda mused out loud. “Screw regulations. You earned to not give a shit. The Alliance can go fu—” Ashley didn’t let her finish. Their lips met and there was nothing gentle or cautious about it. They drank each other’s taste, Miranda responding instantly, lifting a hand to cup Ashley’s cheek. For a few seconds, only their heavy breathing and the wet noises were the only sounds inside the boxcar.
Then Ashley took Miranda’s wrist and started to pull it away, slowly climbing on top of her, their bodies pressed together tightly all the way, rubbing off on each other, Miranda helping her to straddle her and pin her arms to the floor, not breaking the kiss even for a second.
The daytime heat still got stuck inside the car, and outside it was not getting that cool either. The setting sun shone in at a flat angle, highlighting everything with a rusty glow, including their upper bodies lying in the path of light.
“You like it, huh?” Ashley asked finally, when she pulled away, licking her lips, pushing herself up and shaking out her damp hair playfully. There was a glint in her eyes that would have alerted Miranda, but she was too busy gasping for air.

“Yes,” she whispered out of breath.

Ashley rocked her head left and right, brushing her hair across Miranda’s face with a musing expression on her face. Miranda blinked and tried to turn her head away from the tingling sensation.

“Maybe I will keep it like this, then.” She stopped, looking into Miranda’s eyes. “I can do whatever I want, right?”

Miranda didn’t reply, still savoring the taste of the unexpected kiss, trying to focus on her face and squirmed to get more comfortable. Ashley’s grin was getting wider.

“I can do whatever I want with you, too,” she said in a lower voice.
Miranda was breathing heavily, wanting to continue the kissing and groping, but her pulse was quickening not just because of the closeness but the hidden danger in Ashley’s voice. Her wrists already started to hurt.

“Right?” Ashley asked, apparently waiting for an answer from Miranda.

“Yes,” she replied quietly, her gaze darting around, feeling a little bit uneasy. But this was Ashley. She wasn’t like her father. She meant no harm. Right?
Ashley shook her head sternly, leaning very close to Miranda’s face. “I need you to say it.”

Miranda was getting more anxious by the second, but she enjoyed the kiss too much and she remembered Ashley’s firm body before. She needed that, too. Just not exactly like this.

“You-You can do whatever you want,” she replied with a tiny bit of anxiety in her voice.

Considering Ashley’s experience, she was surprisingly confident. Maybe that was Miranda’s influence, she couldn’t tell. Maybe those angry glares on their first day on the run were born out of something other than frustration. Maybe it was hunger.
Ashley was nibbling her skin, working her way down her neck, making her squirm and offer more just to make herself more comfortable pinned to the floor.

“God, I want to fuck you right now,” Ashley mumbled into her neck, biting into the curve where it met her shoulder, eliciting a gasp from Miranda, who still struggled between pleasure and fear, the conflicting urges to flee and to grind her hip harder against Ashley. She grimaced in pain, her wrists really starting to ache now.

“Kiss me first,” she said, her voice trembling. It worked, Ashley slowing down to stare into her eyes, their noses touching before planting a passionate kiss on her lips.
Miranda let out a relieved sigh when Ashley let go of her wrists, placing her hands next to her head. Miranda was still too stunned to move her arms, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

Her relief was short lived, as she felt Ashley cup her breast through the jacket, not breaking the kiss. There was as much desperation in her moves as lust, and Miranda tried to sort out her own emotions. Ashley must have sensed something, because she broke the kiss, pressing their foreheads together, both of them breathing harder now. It wasn’t just the humidity of the evening. She closed her eyes but kept caressing Miranda’s breast, crumpling the jacket in her palm.

“Now say it,” Ashley whispered. It almost sounded like begging, impatient.

“I-uh,” Miranda paused, swallowing, closing her eyes, too, rubbing her forehead against Ashley’s. “I want you to-to take me,” she whimpered.
Eyes still closed, Ashley peeled the jacket away, making Miranda hold her breath. “No,” Ashley said quietly.

Miranda whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.

“I-I want, uh,” she pouted her lips, struggling with tears. “Fuck me, Ashley,” she said finally with a sigh, relenting.

Ashley sat up, breathing hard, looking down at her prisoner, and peeled off her jumpsuit, slipping out from the top half, revealing her damp T-shirt. She pulled it off with a swift move, throwing it away, her well-toned body glistening with sweat in the faint, silver light trickling in through the gap in the door.
Ashley lowered her arms, her perky breasts standing out, nipples hard, the curves barely visible in the thickening twilight. Miranda tried to breathe regularly as Ashley’s arms slid up her belly, up to her cleavage and grabbed the shirt in her fists. She tore it open with one swift move, sending the buttons flying, making her breasts sway free, rolling up and down as she gasped again, scared and aroused at the same time.

“Fuck me, please,” she said, hoping it would help ease the tension, blinking as Ashley cupped her breasts and leaned forward, planting kisses on her collarbone, fondling her breasts with firm grips.
“Fuck me.” She said it so Ashley would go easy, but what made her aroused was actually the way she ripped her top. She couldn’t help it. This was biology, hormones raging, the heat, the closeness, the isolation. Nobody was around. Nobody to save Miranda from Ashley, if she got rougher. And she didn’t want to be saved. Her common sense was protesting, but she knew this is what her body wanted. Life made her this way. She hated rough, but she craved it. She had to realize it again as Ashley lavished her breasts with hot kisses, but using her teeth to tug at her nipples, making her yelp. Ashley pinned her hands down again, and bit into her side, under her ribs, tongue twirling, nibbling down to her navel.

“Tell me you need this,” Ashley mumbled into her taut belly, rising and sinking as she was taking shallow breaths.
“I need this,” she repeated, but she wanted to say, no, I don’t. It reminded her too much of home, when she was too young and the things her father did, which filled her with dread. And he knew quite well, that her body will like it eventually. She was the product of her father’s sick desires.
“I need this,” she sobbed. But god, it felt good now, when Ashley was yanking her pants and underpants down her leg, and then grabbing her knees just like…

She gasped, and she couldn’t tell if it was fear or need. This was the same scenario again, just like all those years ago, and Miranda couldn’t tell if she was enjoying this because it was Ashley’s needy but soft touches, or because that’s just how the body works. She wanted it to be genuine, at least once in her life, but she couldn’t be sure and that was also her father’s fault.
“Please, please, please,” she whimpered, begging her to stop and to go on, devour her, suck her folds into her soft, warm lips, lick her up and down, flick her clit that made her jerk and moan deeply but still, at least it wasn’t going to hurt her. That was the difference: she willed herself to trust that Ashley didn’t want to hurt her.
But of course it was clumsy a little bit, and Ashley’s hands squeezed her thighs too hard sometimes, or her bite was a bit too strong, and she will probably have bruises on her wrists, too, but at least she came, first from Ashley’s tongue, then later, from her fingers, when both of them were naked and rolled around onto the sacks, and she clung onto Ashley’s neck while their breasts rubbed together and she felt their thighs pressing against each others wet sex.
Miranda wanted to beg her to stop, but it always came out as “fuck me” and she let everything happen because that’s how it felt good, and she hated herself for it. Ashley was moaning and writhing above her, whispering her name into her ear, or begging her to ask for more. It long ago became a blur for Miranda and she only hoped that the moans and the sweat, the squirms and their tangled wet hair falling into their faces would hide her tears.
When they were both spent, after who knows how much time passed and Ashley finally rolled off her, Miranda immediately curled up just like she used to, and held her breath to control the sobs and get her emotions under control, just like she used to do. Cool breeze washed over her skin, giving a little relief from the heat. She flinched, when after a few seconds, Ashley rolled over and spooned her again. This was not like how it used to happen, but this was the second time Ashley did this, wrapping her in her arms. She whispered soothing nonsenses into her hair, something like, it will be fine and how she’ll let her hair down and that it was okay. She was very close to breaking, but in the end, with a few more sighs, she choked it down, only a slight, nervous shiver remained.
Never in her life did Miranda spent so much time in somebody else’s arms. She never felt safer. Eventually they fell asleep, Ashley on her back, Miranda pressing tightly against her side, arm and leg across her torso and Ashley wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Even though she might have suspected that this was just a passing affair, she still held Miranda. After all, she was a marine.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Played