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The silence grew long between them as they lay on the couch, searching each other’s gaze, waiting for one of them to gather their thoughts.

“I-I could help, too, you know,” Ashley offered hesitantly.

Miranda propped herself up on her elbow to look at her more easily, smiling curiously again.

“Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know– because… what kind of question is that?” Ashley asked baffled, shrugging as she slipped a hand under her head.

“It is safer for both of us, if you are not involved–”
“Please,” Ashley snorted. “You are running from every authority in Citadel Space–”

“--Two of which you yourself represent, Ashley,” Miranda said with a sad smile, resting her hand on the marine’s chest. “If word of this–” she looked around the room to signal what just happened, “--gets out, you’ll be back where you started from.”
Ashley blinked, realizing that this was the first time that Miranda used her first name. That didn’t stop her from rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, and Shepard won’t be.”
“He is almost untouchable. After taking the heat for– how did they spin it? ‘Commandeering a Cerberus vessel’ and got vindicated, they can’t really harm him any more. But you…” she shook her head. “Everybody tries to keep you clean, so that you can do your job. You were fortunate that you managed to save the Council, so the other races don’t lump you in with the ‘human terrorists’.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it!” Ashley exclaimed, taking Miranda’s hand on her chest, her voice passionate as she lifted herself up a bit, grabbing the other woman’s shoulder eagerly. Miranda looked at her hands a bit cautiously, just like the last time Ashley raised her voice. But Ashley was speaking warmly, a faint smile slowly forming on her lips. “It was you!”
Miranda frowned. “How–? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t you get it? Oh. Right. You couldn’t have known–” Ashley muttered, quickly shaking her head as she realized she was rambling. She took a deep, impatient breath, wanting to blurt it all out at once. “There was a standoff. I was escorting the Council and I thought it was Cerberus coming through the door. Except it was Shepard.”
She sat up, making Miranda rise with her until they were sitting next to each other, their faces closer, Ashley’s eyes sparkling again.

“We had our guns pointed at each other. Shepard said Udina was the mole. And I believed him!”

“Okay–?” Miranda injected, baffled.
“Those vids you gave me. Without those I wouldn’t have believed it that Shepard was not under Cerberus influence. If I were still doubting him– One of us could have been killed on that platform.” she shook her head, and looked at Miranda again. “That’s when I started to realize it was you!”
Miranda’s eyes widened as she filled in the gaps in Ashley’s rambling explanation. She shifted in her seat, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“I-I see…”

“And then I figured out what happened at the hospital,” Ashley thought back, chuckling at the memory now. “You should have seen the faces of the doctors. They had this expression on their face, like ‘are you sure you are not dying?’”
Miranda laughed at that, amused at the mental picture, and quite proud of herself. She absently pulled up one knee to rest her chin on as her mind processed the information, and Ashley thought she looked beautiful.

“And– I just couldn’t stop. You know. Thinking about– about you ever since,” Ashley added quietly, tearing her gaze away from her.
She missed Miranda’s surprised gaze and her blushing.

“Oh,” she said and pulled up her other leg self-consciously.
Ashley felt that by saying this out loud, that nagging in her chest was finally gone. She managed to put her feelings into words and that was what she really needed. To explain it to herself, too.
She looked back at Miranda and noticed the change in her demeanor, and if she read her right this time, it could have been some regret or embarrassment, a realization that Ashley might be more serious about this moment they shared than she was. Her heart sank a little, feeling a pang of disappointment. Then again, they shouldn’t even have gotten this far, so she couldn’t really blame Miranda for thinking this was more than a bit of stress relief.
Taking a deep breath she reluctantly decided to move on and not push it, afraid that Miranda might completely shut her out.

“I could grant you immunity. I’m a Spectre now, I can make you an informant or something… I don’t know.”
Miranda tilted her head and let out a sigh, shaking her head.

“You wouldn’t say this to me if we didn’t–”

Ashley sighed, trying to protest, and a little bit hurt, ready to argue, but she realized that Miranda was simply drawing the logical conclusion. She was too smart to sugar-coat it once she pieced it together. She was blunt, but she was right.
“Still. Anything to get back at Cerberus. You know, you should be out helping Shepard. He… we could use you.”
Miranda shifted, smiling sadly at Ashley, putting a hand on her arm as she got ready to stand up.

“I can’t. Not now, at least. I have to– take care of something first. And with Shepard’s help, I may be able to do get this over with.”
Ashley nodded and watched absently as Miranda folded herself out and stood gracefully.

“I am going to take a shower,” she said, strolling towards the bathroom, and Ashley couldn’t keep her eyes off her swaying hips.
Miranda looked back from the door, and must have seen something on Ashley’s face that made her laugh softly.

“Join me?” she asked with her head tilted to the side, leaving the invitation open as she turned away and disappeared into the bathroom.
Ashley grimaced and shook her head dismissively at her own cluelessness, before taking a deep breath and walking after Miranda.
She was already under the rushing water, rubbing something spicy and sweet scented into her hair, and it took all of Ashley’s concentration to tear her gaze away from her swaying breasts. She frowned, trying to keep a straight face and stepped into the shower, shaking her head when Miranda offered the shampoo bottle to her. She had the presence of mind to know it would raise question if she ran into Shepard later and she smelled like Miranda.
Ashley was used to public showers, especially on the field, where they rarely had the luxury of privacy, not to mention gender separation. Seeing naked men and women rubbing themselves off from the dust of the day in the communal showers had no effect on her. And yet, she couldn’t keep her eyes off those curves, accented by rivulets of water trickling down on smooth skin.
Ashley was quite happy with her own shape and endowments, but she couldn’t help thinking, how can somebody look this perfect? And be smart at the same time. You don’t get to be number two in the Illusive Man’s organization if you didn’t have the brains. After all, she did put Shepard back together. Ashley was still envious of the fact that by now, Miranda must have been more familiar with Shepard than she was, and probably served under him longer. Stop thinking about Shepard! And quit staring!
Miranda watched her curiously as she rinsed herself off, brushing her hair from her forehead. Ashley realized that the other woman was watching her, too, while she absently washed her chest and neck.
They reached out at the same time, freezing inches from each other’s faces, Miranda chuckling nervously. She lifted her head a little with a playful glint in her eyes, offering her cheeks for closer examination.
Ashley was lost in the sight, finally forcing herself to move, brush an unruly lock of dark hair from Miranda’s face and pecking a small kiss on her lips before pulling back. She had to wipe off her brow to clear the water from her eyes, feeling Miranda’s warm touch as she helped her, combing Ashley’s hair back.
Tiny, nervous touches, warmer than the water, goosebumps forming on her skin. Another kiss, met halfway by this woman whose effect on her Ashley could not explain. Her world was upturned so many times since this whole madness started, but never like this. Quick romps with friends with benefits on shore leaves were always safe and reliable things in her life, and she– Miranda took that away from her as well. It was so good, she already felt the warmth rising in her chest again.
This time, the kisses were small, quick and curious, not a desperate attempt to ease the tension, but to slowly build up another kind. She pressed on, Miranda letting her force her lips open, welcoming Ashley’s tongue to explore.
Their wet bodies soon clung together, hands on shoulders, roaming each other’s back, holding onto each other’s shoulder. Firm nipples pressed against flesh, tickling the skin, Ashley eagerly parting Miranda’s thighs with her knee.
She pressed the ex-Cerberus agent against the wall, making her gasp. She may have been too eager, so she pulled back to check, the water engulfing her for a few seconds. Through the rush of water she blinked to focus on the other woman’s face, catching an encouraging nod and a flash of a smile, so she dived back in, pinning Miranda down with her thigh pressing her lap to the wall. There was another gasp, more eager this time and Ashley felt slender arms wrapping around her neck, clinging, breasts mashed together, wet skin rubbing on each other.
The hot water tickled Ashley’s back, feeling like tiny nails poking. And then it was really nails, Miranda’s fingers raking along her back, making her back arch, and then a firm grip on her ass so she clenched her muscles, jerking her hip. That elicited another moan from Miranda, who held her grip as she squirmed between Ashley and the wall and the marine realized the woman was guiding her, asking her to press harder, do more.
Ashley didn’t stop to ponder on it, even being awkward and nervous about it was exciting, partly because it felt so fresh and hot as Miranda clung onto her. She pushed her leg upwards, triggering another gasp as she lifted Miranda on her tiptoes, crushing her folds between her pelvis and Ashley’s firm thighs.
This way Miranda was now as tall as Ashley, with her full, wet lips readily available, her hot breath caressing Ashley’s cheeks. They were kissing again, rougher this time, Miranda’s lips teasing her to invade, her damp folds massaging and kissing Ashley’s thigh with the same eagerness.
She felt Miranda’s other hand on her arm, gripping her bicep, to help rock herself on the marine’s leg, and it slowly started to dawn on Ashley what she was doing. She wasn’t unfamiliar with these kind of needy gropes, only it was usually her doing it to athletic partners during her occasional affairs.
Ashley could feel the pressure build up in her own sex, the familiar warmth and the moisture that was definitely not from the shower. The thought of her muscles turning Miranda on was working for her as well, a delirious feedback that made her bite down into the nape of the other woman’s neck, and a greedy grip for her lush breasts, growling into Miranda’s hair, her fingers sinking into that glorious orb, the hard nipple tickling her palm.
Miranda jolted again, grabbing for Ashley’s wrist, who pulled back again, cursing her clumsiness. But the ex-Cerberus agent just looked at her again, her full lips curling upwards, white teeth pinching her lower lip and she merely adjusted Ashley’s grip and squeezed her wrist, pushing her chest into her palm.
Ashley rolled her eyes and groaned in delight and felt a bit of a relief. She knew her own strength, but being too eager when the body under her touch was so delicate and responsive threw her off, only to find out she wasn’t actually too strong and she wasn’t actually too fragile.
She found the right grip and squeezed again, this time letting Miranda’s delighted hisses to be her guide, feeling how it made her tighten up, squeeze her leg, grind her moist sex against her, sink her nails into Ashley’s clenched ass and how she gripped her hair to hold onto her. Or maybe to work her up more. Or to finally take care of her other breast, the one she did not squeeze out of shape, bulging her nipple out, the one that swayed gently as Ashley ground back against her.
So Ashley lifted her knee firmly, lifting Miranda off the floor, making the woman whimper in delight, wrapping a foot around Ashley’s waist, twisting her shoulder to slip her breast against the marine’s lips. By this time, she felt she was dripping, too, rubbing her mound back against the other woman’s leg, pinching a nipple between her teeth and panting hot whiffs of air against wet skin.
It didn’t take too long from there to reach their climax, Miranda going first, bouncing wildly from Ashley’s hard thrusts. She cried out and spasmed on Ashley’s leg, her chest heaving and rubbing against Ashley’s face, so intensely that the marine had to let go of the firm little nub she was nibbling to avoid drawing blood. The warmth spreading on her thigh, swollen, soft folds kissing and spreading Miranda’s pleasure on her skin.
And then it was Ashley’s turn, dropping Miranda on her feet unceremoniously, grabbing her fleshy, firm ass finally in her hand to hold her hip in place while she humped the pale thigh trapped firmly between her legs, and she let out a throaty, deep groan, pressing tightly against Miranda, lost in the sensation so much that she could not care if she squashed her to the wall too hard.
Judging from the way Miranda’s hands gripped Ashley’s hand and back, squeezing, it might have been too strong but it only dragged out the other woman’s ebbing pleasure, until they could just lean against the wall and pant into each other’s necks, holding tight.
The shower was still running, the bathroom filled up with steam by now, which just added to their exhaustion, breathing heavily in the humid air. They separated, and the water washed away the slippery sweat they worked up, along with the traces of moisture on their legs, while they checked out each other with hazy eyes.
They had to break the moment, however, if they really wanted to clean up and finish, so Ashley reached out and turned off the hot tap. In a few seconds, ice cold water rushed down on them, making Miranda’s eyes go wide and gaps, arching her back where the water hit her the most, almost jumping into Ashley’s arms. The marine also hissed, tensing her muscles, enjoying the familiar rush that woke both of them up and left them with goosebumps and very hard nipples.
Miranda laughed, and pushed Ashley back out from the shower with a scoff. Ashley let herself grin, probably the first time since she discovered her strange affection towards an ex-Cerberus spy. Some closure, she thought and let out a wistful sigh, searching around for a towel until Miranda turned the hot water back long enough to finish her shower routine.
By the time she finished and emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her hair already perfect, Ashley was dressed. Her hair still damp, trying to rub it dry with a corner of the towel. She sat in a chair, near the window, a glass of brandy in her hand. She offered it to Miranda and watched as she smiled and walked up to her, to take it, the towel disappointingly hiding her shape.
Ashley reached for the other glass already poured for herself and sipped into it, slower this time. While she waited, she thought about what to say and how to say it so as not to sound like a lovestruck teenage boy or a one-night stand jerk.
Talk shop, that always works, a voice whispered in her head as she watched Miranda carefully sorting out her clothes, putting on a fresh pair of underwear.
“So. What happens now?”

Smooth, Ash!
Miranda raised an eyebrow as she looked at Ashley for a second between two items of clothing. She pondered for a second and shrugged.
“Now? We both have things to do. Parts to play,” she replied matter-of-factly, making Ashley feel a pang of disappointment.
You were the one who picked an ambiguous question, she reminded herself. She could hardly blame the other woman for not getting the signals. Those damn signals. They were so hard.
Miranda continued, “I doubt it would look good if anybody saw us together. And not safe for me. I have arrangements to make.”
Ashley nodded. “Me too.”

Miranda picked up her glass, fully clothed now, smoothing out the creases on her outfit, looking curiously at Ashley.
“Really?”

You suck at this!
“I mean, uh, supervising C-Sec recovery and stuff. Lots of red tape.”

Miranda nodded, dropping down on the couch closest to Ashley. She searched the marine’s face, tasting her drink absently.
“Maybe it’s time to move on,” she mused. For a second, Ashley was not sure what was she talking about. “You got the Citadel back into shape. You should be out there. Fighting.”
“So should you,” Ashley insisted.

Miranda smiled again. “In my own way, I’m doing it.”
Ashley fidgeted with the glass, still mulling over what to say and how to say it. Maybe she was trying too hard, overthinking it. She downed the rest of the brandy and shot a glance at Miranda.
“Well, if you change your mind–”

“I know where to find you.”
Ashley reluctantly stood up. Maybe she should just leave it open, not push for an answer she might not want to hear, or know what to do with it. Life was complicated as it was already.
Miranda stood, too, and no matter how hard Ashley searched her face, she could not figure out what the ex-Cerberus agent was feeling about this time they shared.
She escorted Ashley to the door silently and did not try any fake smiles or overly polite gestures to make them feel better. As the door hissed open, Ashley turned around and looked at Miranda with an open gaze.

“And how do I find you?” she ventured before stepping out.

Miranda frowned, trying to keep a straight face.

“I don’t know. Maybe if I make it–” she shrugged.

“Let me help you. Please.”

The other woman shook her head. “You can’t. I have to do this. Alone.”
Ashley had barely enough time to nod before the door slid close between them. She sighed, feeling recharged and exhausted at the same time. It felt good to resolve the tension that built up in her and say what she wanted to say, but instead of sorting it all out and getting closure, she started to wonder that it may have just become more complicated.
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