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Enigma's Mass Effect Smutfics	By : elegyenigma Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 67272 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: This is the first
reviewer-suggested story that I've done in, well, ever. Not because
people who review my stories typically have stupid ideas, it's just
nobody ever gives me ideas. * laughs*
However, this one was particularly good, one I didn't even think of,
involving Gianna Parasini and Shepard, in which Gianna must pay up to
Shepard for going that extra mile. I really don't know how I missed
THIS possibility, considering that when I first saw her on my first
playthrough of Mass Effect, I was like “DAMN she's a fine-ass
secretary.” And blowjobs are just fun. So you combine
blowjobs with Gianna and a “you owe me” guilt-trip
scenario and you've got a recipe for some good old oral fun. ...Man
that's a bad pun.

In this story, I
would like to remind you, that I named my Shepard character after
myself cuz I'm...I dunno, unoriginal? Please take in mind, though,
Elegy Shepard and me as a person are not the same person, obviously,
nor am I imposing myself into this story, just so you all know that.

So, here it is: It's Just Business. I hope y'all love reading it as
much as I love writing it. I'm serious, I love writing this shit!
And hell, keep the requests comin'!

Oh, and, this is supposed to be a bit of a New Year's and Christmas
gift to you guys. Rest assured, Debt of Gratitude part 3 is still
underway. I'm working at Safeway now, so my time to write has been
greatly diminished, so that's why it's taking so long. Happy new
year, and let's hope '09 is better than '08 was!

Gianna Parasini
looked up as the door to the Administration office slid open and in
strode a tall, armor-dressed SA Naval Officer. A Commander, and to
be more accurate, a Spectre. The only spectre Gianna had ever wanted
to see again after she had posed her offer to him; give her the proof
of Anoleis's corruption, and she would do whatever was possible to
get him his garage pass so that he could be on his way. The faster
he got on his way, the better it was for everyone; the corporations
did not like the idea of a Spectre wandering around without aim. She
stood, straightening her magenta one-piece business suitskirt.

“Hello,
Shepard. Have you given any further consideration to my offer?”
she asked evenly, though inwardly she was hoping against all hope
that he had, and that she had done her sales-pitch about justice and
law and all that other BS she claimed to believe in correctly.
Otherwise...she was screwed, and it would be another six months of
this crappy charade. The Spectre stopped, his dark, narrowed eyes
gazing into hers before he held up a small OSD, twirling it nimbly
through his fingers.

“Yes, I
have. I persuaded Lorik to allow me to give you the evidence he had
collected. Everything detailing Anoleis's corruption is right here,”
he said, flicking the OSD up in the air and catching it easily,
though his obsidian-black eyes never deviated in their directional
aim; straight into hers. She found his gaze to be a near-glare, even
as his eyes ceased their narrowed posture and widened to normal. She
suddenly had a very odd suspicion that he knew she had been using his
sense of honor and integrity for her own needs.

“Very
good, then,” she replied, though she found her voice sounded a
bit hoarse. She cleared her throat silently and held out her hand,
her eyes focusing on the OSD, unable to look into his.

Shepard flicked
his fingers and closed them around the disc, shaking his head as she
looked up into his gaze.

“What?”
she asked uneasily.

“I know
enough about corporations, Ms. Parasini. Or is it Mrs. Parasini?”
the Spectre/Marine said, an icy freeze creeping into his tone.
Gianna blinked, her dark features creasing into a light frown.

“It's MISS
Parasini. And I don't get what you are insinuating, here...”
she replied. She had hoped that he would not have made this into
something more than it already was, but hope apparently wasn't
enough.

“I am
insinuating that if I do not collect now, I likely won't collect at
all. The ERCS guards throughout this place seem collectively ready
to shoot my head off if I even LOOK in the wrong direction, Anoleis
and much of the other administrative staff have been VERY restrictive
of my movement, and I can't help but think that the moment you have
what you want, I'm going to be left to the usual 'contact this other
person' pinball routine where I get bounced back and forth between
different people and departments until I get fed up and leave,”
Shepard said, folding his arms over his armored chest. The Predator
H Mark X armor he wore made him look all the more intimidating and
yet it was his eyes that were perhaps the most unnerving portion of
his features at the moment. Gianna sighed, then bowed her head
slightly, nodding after moment.

“I see
where you're coming from. Alright, give me just a second, and I'll
get you your garage pass,” she finally said, seating herself
again at her computer. She could feel Shepard's gaze drilling into
the side of her head as she worked, and she couldn't help but bite
down on a glossy lip to keep herself from shaking. The man was very
intimidating. He didn't even need to speak to be, he just had a very
authoritative aura about him. Not aggressive, certainly, but his
words and his posture had an unflappable confidence to them. It was
intimidating...and for some reason, it made him incredibly alluring.
That was the other reason she wanted to speed this along. She did
not need to literally end up flirting with danger. He was a spectre,
after all. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was
really only a minute, her computer's optical drive whirred and spat
out a small, clear plate with a set of authorization codes
laser-etched onto it. The garage pass. She stood and offered it to
Shepard, who strode forwards with all the confidence of a man ensured
of victory. He took the pass, but still did not relinquish the OSD.
Now it was Gianna's turn to glare at him.

“What??
What more do you want?” she demanded quietly, leaning slightly
forwards over her desk towards, hands pressed against the top of it,
hoping her posture radiated an indignant frustration and not the
sexual hinting that she also was trying not to convey. Even though
she really wanted to. Shepard chuckled lightly, shaking his head, a
sardonic smirk on his face.

“'If you
have any respect for the system of justice...' That's what you said,
right?”

Gianna did not
reply, and Shepard continued.

“You
REALLY think I believed that? On a planet filled with corporations,
of which you are an employee, you want to talk about justice?
Gianna, I'm not stupid. The corporations don't REALLY give a flying
fuck about justice, they only care about their money, and the same
goes for you. You bust this guy, you get this huge bonus check and
probably some paid vacation for a long-ass time, and the only thing
you had to do was ask a Spectre who conveniently unraveled and
uncovered your target's entire plan to give you a disc?”

Gianna's glare
died as her stomach tightened into a knot. So he did know. She
probably should have just told him the truth. Her body went slack
and she seemed to deflate.

“Alright,
I apologize. I WAS trying to see if I could use your sense of equal
measure and justice. I know who you are, you're the first human
Spectre, and everyone knows what you are like. I thought I could
manipulate that bit about you to make my job easier,” she
muttered, her gaze shifting to the side, before she finally managed
to get it to focus back on his. Shepard's eyes narrowed once more.
Then, slowly, a smirk played over his lips.

“Trust me,
I knew you were doing that all along ever since you mentioned you
were with Noveria's Internal Affairs. And besides. This is a
corporate world. Everything is done with something to gain in mind.
I could have just given the disc to Lorik, and I'd already be on my
way up to Peak 17. But, like I said, it's a corporate world, and I
think having an IA agent for this place who owes me a favor would be
a very good thing to have.”

Gianna stared at
Shepard, and stood a little straighter.

“So you
will give me the disc, then?”

“On one
condition,” Shepard replied, holding the disc between two
fingers. Gianna stared at it almost hungrily, before she turned her
gaze to his. It took her a moment before she realized the hunger in
her eyes was still present, and she quickly forced herself to focus.

“What?”

“You tell
me how you will pay me back now. I want your word on it. I don't do
empty promises.”

Gianna stared at
him. There was a moment of silence, and Gianna's eyebrows rose, as
she slowly gave a small shake of her head.

“You have
a much better understanding of corporate politics than I first
thought, Shepard,” she said admiringly. Shepard smirked.

“It's
Elegy. Elegy Shepard.”

Gianna nodded
slowly. Her gaze raked over him a moment. How to best repay him?

And then...she
got an idea.

“Your
squad mates, the ones that came with you, the asari and that quarian,
where are they?” she asked, realizing that they hadn't followed
him in.

“Tali, the
quarian, is with Liara, the asari, and they decided to wait for me
out in the main atrium. Why?” Shepard asked cautiously, arms
folding over his chest.

“Because.
They may have to wait a while, depending on, uh...something,”
Gianna said, sounding almost distracted. Shepard raised an eyebrow
at her.

“What are
you talking about?”

Gianna ran her
eyes over his form a moment longer. A shame it was clad in all of
that armor. He looked like he had a killer physique.

“Sit down,
and we'll talk about your...repayment,” she murmured, waiting
until Shepard had, warily, taken a seat in one of the chairs across
from her desk. But instead of sitting down herself, Gianna slowly
slunk around the side of her desk. Her idea of repayment was,
perhaps, VERY unorthodox. But for months on end, she had had no
sexual contact...and he HAD said he wanted repayment. And what man
could resist the opportunity for sexual favors? She knew she wasn't
unattractive. Her male co-workers had a hard time keeping their eyes
off her, and there had been quite a few offers from various others
from anything as harmless as a drink to direct head-on approaches for
casual sex. She'd refused...most of the time. But right now, after
over six months of this mind-numbing desk job, she was eager for
something “recreational.”

And besides.
She was, technically, a cop...and perhaps it came with her job, but
she was such a sucker for a man in uniform. At first, this hadn't
been the case towards Shepard. He had been too much of a threat, but
now, in a more docile light, she saw a good opportunity.

Shepard,
however, did not quite read minds, and was looking about ready to go
for his sidearm. So, as she came around her desk, she made sure to
slowly sway her hips side to side meaningfully. And quickly, she saw
it all click in Shepard's mind, but she also saw it in his body as
she saw the coiled-spring tensed posture slacken.

“And what
do you have in mind, exactly?” Shepard asked slowly, though
still a bit wary, his tone was much more thawed, and hinted that he
definitely knew precisely what she had in mind.

“I shall
be straight-forward, Shep- er, Enigma. What are you wearing
underneath that suit, and how long will it take to get that suit
off?” she asked, gracefully working her way over in front of
him and standing with her hands upon her curvaceous hips. Her
Italian descent definitely showed in the curvatures of her body. She
watched as both of Shepard's eyebrows shot up.

“...All of
it? Perhaps ten seconds?”

“Good.
You've got five,” she said, taking a slow step back, her hips
gyrating slowly with the motion. Shepard stared, but then smiled.

“I like
your idea of repayment.”

“Remember,
Shepard. Everything here happens with something to be gained in
mind. It's been a very long time, and I am losing patience.”

Shepard did not
reply, and instead, taking the hint, he stood, undoing the electronic
and mechanical locks located at the side seams of his armor, quickly
pulling off the suit. In ten seconds, he had managed to get the
entire thing off, leaving him in his steel-blue naval standard-issue
jumpsuit. Gianna took a step forwards, moving her hands over his
arms, chest, and down his stomach, her breathing quickening as she
swept her gaze over the curves of his muscular form. Men in uniform,
and large muscles. Damn, he had both. Shepard simply watched in
amusement as her lips parted, tongue snaking over them as she panted
slowly. Her teeth closed over her lower lip, before she suddenly
pushed him down into the seat, dropping to her knees quickly and
kneeling between his legs. Urgently, she began tugging at his pants.

“Get these
things the fuck off,” she growled. Shepard was only too happy
to oblige. Girls this easily riled always gave great head, after
all. Together, they managed to work Shepard's pants and the
underlying boxers down just enough to free his cock, which had yet to
get hard. As aroused as she was, she had done nothing yet to get him
going...although that quickly changed. Immediately her hands wrapped
around his cock and began twisting in opposing directions, one
clockwise, the other counter-clockwise, not exactly twisting the cock
itself but creating different frictions. Shepard seethed as Gianna
began working her hands up and down, and not slowly, either. This
was a business transaction, and business transactions were always
done best when they were swift, precise, methodical, and everyone
walked away happy. Precise...she was certainly being just that. At
different moments, her fingers would flex, squeezing in differing
intervals at different spots, seeking out the right pressure points,
and working them over as she found them. And within moments his cock
was hard as rock in her hands, faintly pulsing with the blood flow
raging through it.

“Damn,
you're good,” Shepard muttered, an eyebrow quirked as he
watched her.

“I've had
practice. Trust me. Sometimes you have to get really close to
people to get what you want,” she replied evenly. Then, in an
oddly casual fashion, as if she were doing nothing more than dusting
off her skirt, she leaned her head down and wrapped her
slickly-glossed lips around his WHOLE cock. He slid into her mouth,
pressed against the back of her throat, and without breaking stride,
his cock angled and began to plunge right down her throat. Without
even the slightest gag or twitch, Gianna shifted her head, hands
dropping down to her lap and resting there, as she quickly began
bobbing her head up and down. Shepard let out a protracted groan,
his own hands slipping forwards and resting over her head, fingers
wrapping around it like he was about to crush her skull, and indeed,
his fingers clenched tightly at her head but they did not squeeze too
hard, lest he interrupt her work, which he was thoroughly enjoying.

Gianna worked
like a professional. Her highly-glossed lips pressed tightly around
his cock as her head bobbed back and forth, making it feel like his
cock was slipping between two soft, wet, oiled, squeezing cushions.
She pushed halfway down his cock, and pulled back up until her lips
slid over the ridges of the bottom of the head of his cock. The
gloss made slipping her lips around his member a much easier deal,
heightening the softness of her lips and lubricating them so his cock
glided into her mouth, also allowing for more friction, heating his
cock more even before it pushed into her mouth each time.
Methodically, her tongue pressed up against the bottom of his cock,
and as her head would slide back, her tongue would curl back towards
itself as best it could, lapping at the sensitive underside of his
cock until the tip of her tongue flicked firmly yet lightly along the
bottom of the head of his cock where the ridges met, where the cock
was most sensitive. She couldn't do it the exact same way each time,
and it required a lot of precision, but she could tell when she did
it right, for Shepard's groans increased in volume by an order of
magnitude when she did. She didn't suck, however. Not yet. Just
the wetness of her mouth, the massaging of her tongue, and the
squeezing of her lips would suffice for now.

“Unngh...”
Shepard groaned richly, biting harshly on his lower lip as he stared
down at her through narrowed eyes. “Suck it, you slutty
secretary,” he muttered, teeth clenching hard. Only a few
moments ago had it occurred to him he was basically engaged in a
situation that he had always thought was unique to fantasy, to the
porn vids that regardless of regulation, many marines both on
ground-side and zero-grav postings stashed away. He was guilty of
it, too. He was a good-looking man, by all accounts, but, on active
duty, you were lucky to have a female to even look at, and you could
not even BEGIN to harbor even the slightest of vicarious thoughts
towards them without facing a dishonorable discharge. But lately, it
had seemed, he'd not had to worry much about female attention. Ever
since he had come to the Citadel, he'd had PLENTY of attention cast
his way. His name had spread fast in the wake of the incident at
Eden Prime, and faster still when he had been named the first human
Spectre.

Fame and power
were very powerful aphrodisiacs.

Gianna pulled
back from his cock, tongue agilely flicking around the tip of his
cock before it slipped back into her mouth.

“I'm not a
secretary,” she replied, kissing at his cock slowly, feeling it
twitch at the feathery touches of her slippery lips.

“No,
you're a cop, posing as a secretary, and I did not hear denial of
being a slut,” Shepard purred.

“No,
you're right, I didn't deny it.” Gianna smirked, then dipped
her head down, opening wide and taking his cock deep down her throat,
her throat bulging visibly as his cock filled it. Her lips wrapped
around the base, as she noticed he had waxed all the hair from his
body. ALL of it, literally. Which made this a lot more enjoyable
for her. She didn't know that it was required for all Alliance
marines because of the necessity for the skintight suits they had to
often wear on the battlefield and in zero-grav conditions. But she
didn't need to know this to benefit from it. Her lips pressed
tightly against his cock, her nose pressed against his skin, as she
finally collapsed her cheeks around his cock, her tongue acting as a
hot, wet, contour-matching bed for his cock, immobilized as it was,
for she was busy focusing on repressing her gag reflex, which, due to
the depth of the dick in her mouth, was struggling to make itself
known. Her ears caught the low moan of Shepard's pleasure emanating
from him, a sound halfway between a growl and a masculine sort of
whine, as she concentrated on slowly swallowing his cock, her throat
muscles tugging at the engorged head of his cock and the upper
quarter of its shaft as they tried to pull it deeper down her throat.
Gianna managed several of these deep gulping motions before it
became too much and she gagged hard, her throat tightening like a
vice. Shepard let out an exclamatory groan, as Gianna pulled her
head back quickly, TOO quickly, causing her to cough at his cock.
She reflexively bit down, but stopped herself before she bit too
hard. Shepard twitched, and she slowly sucked, her lips pressing
apologetically to where she had bit, lapping at the areas where her
teeth had pressed with her tongue. Shepard's breathing began getting
deeper, and she took it as a good sign.

Slowly, she
wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, and began working her
head up and down, squeezing tightly and stroking her hand up and down
at the same time in perfect motion with her mouth. Her other hand
clenched at the skirt portion of her outfit, straining to pull it up
her legs. Slowly, the leathery material pull up to her knees, and
then further up, exposing her long, slender, dark bronze legs. Her
eyes were shut, but she managed to get some portion of her mind to
focus away from the task of her blowjob and to focus on his face. It
was a very rewarding sight. His teeth were bared and clenched, a
frown of rising pleasure creasing his hard-chiseled features, chest
rising and falling underneath his uniform with his deep breathing.
As their gazes met, there suddenly became a silent understanding
between them of what was to be done next on both of their parts.
Leaning forwards slowly, Shepard reached one hand to her chest. His
gaze, as blazed as it was, struggled to focus on the rather simple
task at hand; Gianna was one hell of a cocksucker. He'd yet to have
experienced a blowjob as enjoyable as this. He always knew his
perception was now greatly altered. He'd thought women only really
were like this in porn flicks. Clearly, he'd just been with the
wrong women. As these thoughts managed to ooze through his
pleasure-hazed mind, his fingers meticulously undid the clasps at the
front of her outfit, but only the ones at the top. He didn't want to
interrupt Gianna by having to move her away just to get the entire
thing off.

With the clasps
undone, a zipper was revealed at the top of her skirt-dress, which he
pinched between his fingers and pulled down slowly. The soft buzzing
sound it made as it was pulled down somehow mingled nicely with the
quiet slurps coming from the woman between his legs as she worked.
That was something else. She hadn't been very quiet so far. In
fact, the more she worked, the more the noises increased, making it
sound more and more like she was trying her damn hardest to drown his
dick in her mouth. It sure felt that way; her tongue worked her spit
all over his cock with its slow, twisting strokes, completely bathing
the throbbing member in it. Shepard leaned down further, his head
just above hers, as he pulled the zipper down to the lowest clasp he
had gotten to, which was just underneath her naval. As the suit
slowly came open, Gianna's work became a bit more sensual, pulling
back until just the tip was in her mouth. Wetly working her tongue
in long, drawn-out strokes, rubbing random patterns all over the
sensitive head, her cheeks sucked in further as she literally sucked
as hard as she could, making quickly-repeated popping sounds as her
head bopped back and forth rapidly on occasion. The energetic
tingling rippling through his cock at her administration to his dick
brought an unconcealed groan to his lips, which was breathed right
against her ear. Gianna replied with a passionate, albeit muffled,
moan that coursed faint shivering vibrations against the sensitive
head of his dick. Shepard let out a quick exhale at the feel,
pulling her suit open fully.

Gianna tilted
her head to one side, giving Shepard more room both see both his
progress and the fruits of it. Her chest was revealed, but not bare.
Not entirely. Underneath her suit, she wore a matching,
tight-squeezing push-up bra that matched her suit's color and
material. Her luscious, olive-skinned breasts heaved with her
increased depth of breathing, which was being caused by her arousal
at having a hard, throbbing cock in her mouth after so long without
any sexual contact. Though they were no smaller than at least
mid-range D's, which wasn't a size to sneeze at to begin with, the
push-up bra made them even more prominent, her very ample cleavage
doing much to turn him on even more than he already was. With her
head still tilted to the right, Gianna began shifting her head
against his cock, pushing the head of it against the soft, wet inside
of her cheek, the outline of its girth showing against the outside of
her cheek, her eyes mere slits as she watched his reaction, breathing
deeply through her nose in slow, soft pants that billowed against his
wet cock, sending faint faint chills across it, which when compared
with the hot suction of her mouth was a nice, jarring mix. Shepard's
movements stalled as she began to do this, letting out soft, low
groans in between heavy, slow gasps. Gianna smirked a bit around his
cock, replying with a long, drawn-out, and devastatingly sultry moan
against his dick, squeezing with her hand tighter as she worked her
lips in circular motions around the head of his cock faster. The
edges of her mouth around her lips was now completely wet with her
spit. Her other hand continued to bring her skirt further up her
legs until it finally managed to hike up against her waist, revealing
a set of string-bikini styled underwear, again in the same color and
material as her suit. The edges of her ass could just be seen by
Shepard, giving him a good idea of the curvature of her undeniably
voluptuous ass.

“Mmmgh...I
want to fuck you so damn hard right now...” Shepard growled,
leaning back slightly, hands moving to the back of her head with one,
the back of her shoulders with the other, fingers gripping into suit
material and Gianna's hair tightly. Gianna moaned hotly against his
cock in reply, before pulling back excruciatingly slowly, until her
lips just barely covered the very tip and the hole of his cock,
sucking as hard as she could a moment longer before the vacuum of her
mouth failed and her lips slid off his cock, giving a particularly
lewd slurping sound. She leaned her head up a bit, a coy smirk on
her normally serious features. Her hand started jerking harder and
faster at his cock, wet, slippery noises coming from the movement of
her saliva-coated hand pumping at his even wetter dick.

“I bet you
do, Shepard. And honestly, right now, I would love nothing more than
to get you to bend me over my desk, pin me down on top of it and fuck
me like we're both Red Sand addicts on an overdose binge, but we're
going to have to take a rain check on that. Anoleis is going to get
suspicious as to why he hasn't heard anything from me, so I'm going
to need to get working a lot harder.” With that, she sat up a
bit taller on her knees, moving her hand to her chest and pulling her
bra down, foregoing the idea of even bothering with actually undoing
it, until the edge of her bra pulled down past her dark-brown
nipples. They were perfectly circular, her nipples standing out at
just the right distance from her breasts. Struggling a bit, Gianna
worked the bra down until the upper portion of her bra slid past her
under-cleavage, keeping them hefted up by the material slightly
though allowing them to slide more into a natural position. With a
sigh of relief from Gianna and a soft huff of approval from Shepard,
they both began to work. His hands moved down to her chest and
firmly took two handfuls of her deliciously soft tits, squeezing
firmly as he could in this position. Gianna let out a soft moan,
head tilting back a bit. On impulse, Shepard let his head dip and
their lips met. Again on impulse, both of their mouths parted and
their tongues darted forwards to lick at one another's. For a few
moments, they shared a casual tonguing kiss, before they both
mutually pulled back and refocused on their tasks. Shepard's fingers
found her nipples, which had hardened likely back when she had first
been forming the idea to give him head, thumbs and forefingers
working together to gently pinch and lightly twist at her dark brown
nips. Gianna shuddered and lowered her head. Her hand jacked him
off for a few seconds longer rather roughly as she worked up as much
saliva into her mouth as she could, spitting over his cock to give it
another coat before she immediately dove her mouth back onto his
dick. Sucking hard, she pushed her head forwards recklessly,
swallowing his dick until it pushed down her throat. Swallowing now
with her throat muscles as much as with her sucking mouth, she began
flexing her tongue in long, quick strokes all over the sides, but
most frequently the bottom, of his hard, throbbing shaft. It wasn't
much longer after this that she began to feel his cock beginning to
pulse as the blood pressure in it grew even higher. Coupled with his
increasingly urgent moans, she surmised he was on the verge of
cumming, and hard. Whipping her head back and forth along his long
cock, she squeezed her lips as tightly to his member she could,
tongue flailing and lapping along it as quickly as she could manage.
Shepard's moans rose to barely restrained, grunting sort of cries of
rising energy.

“I'm...gonna
cum!” he managed to choke out, his body tensing almost
immediately after he said it. His hand found her face and pushed her
back, but Gianna determinedly kept her lips wrapped around just the
head. Catching the hint and realizing Gianna couldn't exactly go
take a shower from taking a load in the face, he let himself go, his
face contorting and mouth flying open wide as his eyes did the
complete opposite in the picture of a silent scream for a second
before he managed to clench his teeth together, his thick, hot cum
splashing out from his cock right onto her tongue in quick bursts.
Gianna quickly flexed her tongue's tip against the head of his cock,
causing his cum to erupt in harder bursts and spatter all around
inside her mouth. The taste wasn't bad, thankfully. Some guys
tasted really good, or really bad, there was no middle ground, and he
was on the good side of that extreme. Letting out a deep groan of
delight around his cock, Gianna slowly slid her lips back, listening
to Shepard's desperate-sounding, choked-back exclamations as his cock
left her mouth.

“F-fuck,
ahh...g-god...motherf...f...fucking...hell...” Shepard managed,
though the rest was rather unintelligible. Gianna smirked up at him,
opening her mouth to show him all the cum he had flooded her mouth
with, before closing her lips tight and swallowing hard, opening her
mouth again; she'd managed to swallow it all in a single go. Shepard
panted heavily, shaking his head slowly in amazement, his arms going
slack onto the chair's armrests.

“Fuckin'
hell...you're a fucking pro,” he deadpanned, shaking his head
slowly. Gianna grinned at him, then stood slowly.

“I'll take
that as a compliment. Now, get dressed...I have an arrest to make,”
she said, smirking as she tucked her breasts back into her bra and
zipped up the front of her dress, watching as Shepard slowly redid
his outfit, and began to pull his armor back on. When he was done,
she casually swept her skirt up until it hiked up to her waist,
turning her back to him so he could get a few seconds' time to get a
good look at her ass.

“I only
wish I had something more comfortable to change into,” she
muttered, letting it drop and giving him a coy smirk. “I hate
skirts.”

Shepard merely
smiled back.

“Then
change into something a little more comfortable for your victory
celebration.”

“Where do
you want to meet?” Gianna asked, straightening invisible
creases in her skirt, a single, slender eyebrow arched at him
enticingly.

“Hotel
bar, say, tomorrow, before I will likely have left?”

“Sounds
good,” she said, smirk growing a bit more before it
disappeared. She abruptly turned and marched into the
administrator's office. Shepard waited, crossing his arms, eyes
closed as he reveled in the delicious afterglow of the little
encounter he'd been lucky enough to wriggle his way into. Sometimes
it paid to have good business sense, and not just financially,
either. The sounds of a brief scuffle erupted from the office, and a
few moments later Gianna marched out, carrying a handcuffed Anoleis
before her.

“Unhand
me, dammit! I'll have your badge, you bitch! You! Spectre!
Shepard! I demand you place this bitch under arrest!” Anoleis
snarled. Shepard merely sneered sardonically at the salarian.

“You have
the right to remain silent. I wish you'd fucking use it,”
Gianna added with a growl, before giving the salarian a shove towards
the door.

“See you
around the galaxy, Shepard. I owe you a beer...and something else,
too,” Gianna called back over her shoulder with a quick wink.
Shepard grinned back, laughing softly as the door slid shut.

“Payback,
and a bitch with a good mouth. I'm starting to really like this
planet,” he chuckled to himself, before he followed her path
out the door. He figured it wouldn't hurt to tell his squad members
a little lie as to where he had been. They would probably figure it
out in time, anyways.

THANK YOU FOR
READING, I LOVE YOU ALLLLL!!! Raaah.

This was much fun
to do. Thank you, reviewer whose name eludes me right now, who
suggested this idea; it was a damn good one! Happy new year,
everyone!
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