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Need to Know	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 13206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two days later Ashley was kneeling in one of the bathroom stalls in the back of the Purgatory Club, her head buried into Miranda’s incredibly smooth and soft, and very, very wet lap. Her legs rested on Ashley’s shoulder, squeezing erratically when the marine’s tongue hit her sweet spot in just the right moment, gasping and grinding her folds against Ashley’s lips, tangled in a very dirty make-out session, trying to coax her tongue deeper into her sex.
Miranda was clinging to the top of the booth with both hands, her chest pressed out as she moaned, only Ashley’s tight grip on her clenching buttcheeks holding her steady. The throbbing bass of the music filtered in dully from the dancefloor, giving a primordial rhythm to their needy, rushed fucking, the delicious taste of Miranda’s lust making Ashley’s head swim more than the loud music outside and the alcohol she previously consumed. It was whole new experience, the touch of the smooth, warm skin rubbing against her cheeks, the embrace of her strong thighs giving her a massage, urging her to finish what she started.
Ashley could have gone on for much longer, just reveling in the feel of those delicate folds, the way it felt when she sucked them into her mouth, squeezing with her lips while the tip of her tongue probed for Miranda’s swollen clit. She kneaded the other woman’s glorious ass with firm squeezes, her fingers sinking into her flesh. The tremble in Miranda’s muscles and the quickening pace at which she thrust her hips back told Ashley she was close. She wrapped her lips around the silky mound and massaged it with her lips, her tongue lapping with long strokes until the woman above her gasped, gripped the stall tight and froze, biting her lip not to scream while she climaxed, her juices flowing freely, and for Ashley it felt and tasted like ecstasy.
Ashley gently held her until her twitches stopped and her muscles relaxed, taking deep breath to calm herself down and only then did she let the disheveled, half-naked Miranda slip down from her shoulders to stand on her own high-heels.
Not that she wore much before. When barely half an hour ago Ashley bumped into her at the bar, she almost didn’t recognize her. Miranda was wearing strong makeup, tied her hair back and wore a two-piece outfit that left little to the imagination. Ashley had to admit, it was pretty clever: she blended into the crowd seamlessly, her choice of attire making it hard to decide if she was one of the dancers, a waitress or just a clubgoer. Everybody would remember differently if asked, and nobody would give her much thought in a posh club like this one.
“I must say, that having sex in a bathroom is normally below me,” Miranda whispered, still out of breath as she clung to Ashley with her face flushed, smiling. “I’m a high maintenance girl.”
“Happy you made an exception,” Ashley smirked back, licking her lips markedly to clean off the taste of her sex, resting her hands on her waist, enjoying the heat radiating from her skin.
It started inconspicuous enough a few hours earlier, when Ashley received another warning on her terminal. After the events of the days before she forgot to turn them off and the facial recognition got a hit at the club. It pinged Ashley’s omnitool, sending her into another turmoil, just when she had almost sorted things out in her head.
It started to feel like a frustrating, albeit very hot déjá vu.
She felt Miranda push her away, her full lips twisting into a half-smile as she pushed Ashley back until she sat on the closed toilet seat, then proceeded to straddle her, settling on her lap snugly, the tiny skirt crumpled up around her waist.
“You’re a bad influence, commander,” Miranda whispered into her ear, her lips brushing her skin, her chest pressed against her as she arched her back. Ashley let out a soft moan, eyes half closed as she grabbed the other woman’s ass again, rolling her head to expose more of her neck to kisses. And as she felt those full breasts squashed against hers and slender fingers rubbing down her belly, impatiently clawing at Ashley’s shirt to expose her skin and press a palm against her firm abs and eventually, very slowly slipping inside her panties, she wondered if it wasn’t the other way around.
After their time together Ashley finally met with Shepard at a café’s terrace in the Presidium and they talked about family, friends, the war, and all was well with the world. Shepard did notice that Ashley was a bit distracted. That man had an uncanny ability to sense these things, he was much better honed to people around him than Ashley was. She knew this ever since she joined his team some three years ago.
Still she could not just bring up Miranda Lawson and her newfound confusion so in the end she deflected and started talking about the bureaucracy she had to tackle after the Cerberus attack and how it was making her restless. It was mostly true. There was a war out there, and she almost got killed right at the beginning of it, and she was missing out on all the action. She was a marine after all.
Keeping her mind off of Miranda was proving to be just as difficult as before, so she was grateful for all the distraction, not to mention the original issues she had were rendered obsolete just an hour ago.
“We’re refueling and restocking and heading back out again in a few days,” Shepard said, leaning back in his chair with his glass of weird looking cocktail. “Maybe it’s time for you to jump back into the fray.”
She did jump back all right, but not that kind of fray. She spent a good thirty minutes, staring at the screenshot from Purgatory that caught Miranda’s face earlier, trying to figure out what it meant. Could it be that she became careless? Maybe she made a mistake. After all, she almost got caught the first time they met. But she did look almost directly into the camera, as if she knew it was watching her. Was she sending Ashley a message? And if yes, what was it? Was she in trouble, and this is how she asked for help? Was she just playing with her? Maybe she did get sloppy and Cerberus was after her again.
She felt her heart already beating faster as she went through all the options. Maybe it was nothing, and maybe this was an invitation to meet her, and maybe she was not in trouble and Ashley was just rationalizing why she was already on her way to the Club.
Miranda’s fingers slowly curled around her mound, humming playfully into her ear as she no doubt felt how damp she was, her clit already throbbing in need from the memory and taste of the ex-Cerberus operative. She squeezed Miranda’s ass and arched her back as the woman’s fingertips started to draw circles around her hood. “Uhh, fuck…” she gasped into the dark curtain of her hair, pressing her hip against those slender fingers. Miranda chuckled softly and picked up Ashley’s rhythm, straightening a bit to lift her chest in level with Ashley’s face.
Her chest. And those lips, as she smiled. Those were the clues that made her recognize Miranda as she slipped next to her at the counter. She smiled at her casually, like any stranger having a good time would do as she ordered a drink. Ashley stayed still, trying to keep her face straight at the sight of the skimpy outfit.
“Glad you could make it, commander,” she said, barely audible over the roar of the music.

Ashley smirked, nodding slowly as she downed her drink. “Of course. You knew I was watching.”

Miranda shot her a knowing glance and took her drink, even managing to flirt with the bartender while she paid and turned away, resting her elbows on the counter. Which, incidentally, highlighted her shapely breasts.

“I was meeting somebody on business. I thought maybe you would like to have a drink.”
“And what if I hadn’t come?”

“You didn’t have to,” Miranda shrugged, sipping her drink as she searched the crowd. “It would have been your loss, though” she waved around at the crowd. “Just look. People having fun.”

Miranda pushed herself away from the counter, downing the rest of her drink in one gulp and dropping the glass on the counter.

“And you wouldn’t believe what goes on in the bathrooms.”
Ashley was just coming in the bathrooms, her body jerking under Miranda’s expert fingers, her whole body twitching in her seat, making the woman on her lap bounce, grinding her body back against her with long sighs, panting into her ear. They slowly started to wind down, moves slowing, muscles less tight, pressing against each other until their pulse and breathing became more regular.
Ashley watched as Miranda slowly stood up and took a step back to arrange her outfit, straightening out the wrinkles, tucking her skirt down over her thighs.
“Maybe we should have another drink,” Ashley mused, looking into Miranda’s eyes. She wanted to talk a bit, to say something and not just leave. It would have felt so sleazy, to go their separate ways after a quickie in a club’s bathrooms. She didn’t have issues with one night stands before, but this time she wasn’t sure if this should be one.
Miranda looked back at her, trying to fix her hair, but her attention was focused on Ashley. She seemed to have understood the unspoken question.
“I doubt we would be able to hear each other out there if we tried to talk,” she said, nodding towards the club. “And dancing too close or finding a quiet table somewhere would be suspicious. You have a reputation to uphold.”
Ashley snorted, tucking her shirt into her pants, feeling the dampness that soaked her lap as she lets out a soft groan, putting her own clothes in order.

“So what? I just go about my business and see if you may or may not… send me another signal?” Ashley asked and tried not to sound too grumpy or whiny. Even she couldn’t really tell what she wanted.

Miranda leaned against the booth door with a soft smile. “Would you like that?”
Ashley grimaced and stood up, placing a hand absently at her naked waist.

“It’s tedious,” she muttered. “And a bit one-sided, don’t you think?”
Miranda nodded, pressing herself against Ashley. She wrapped a hand around her head, her fingers stroking the nape of her neck. “Watch the Zakera Docks,” she whispered very close to her, her hot breath tingling Ashley’s ear. “I wish there was another way.”
Ashley held her close for a second, whispering back into her hair. “What are we doing exactly?”
Miranda stepped away, shooting her a curious glance, while she reached behind her to find the doorknob. “I thought we were having fun,” she said with a playful smile and slipped out, leaving Ashley alone with her questions and her doubts.
***
She did keep her eyes on the Zakera Docks, sort of, but when the alert came two days later, she just sat down in front of the cameras in the Spectre’s Office and watched. Miranda only revealed enough to one camera to catch her face, but she managed to avoid getting spotted on any other one of them.
Of course Ashley knew what she was looking for so she pulled up all available feeds and feeling a bit disgusted with herself, she tracked her movements like a stalker, to a dingy freighter where she talked to one of the crewmembers. Money and a small package exchanged hands, there were short nods and some more talk and then Miranda wandered near the entrance to the dock to shoot a quick glance at the cameras.
Ashley watched as she lingered around idly, always out of sight and out of the way. Her look was different again, lumpy pants and jackets that effectively hid her shape, her hair kept simple, her face plain. Even her gestures and moves were selling her as one of the many refugees that started to fill up more and more areas on the Citadel.
It was actually beginning to become a crowd control problem, not to mention the petty and more sinister crimes like smuggling and trafficking. C-Sec was so used to Ashley’s presence now, that they started to pester her about the refugees.
Ashley knew it was time to leave before she became an unofficial warden of all things Citadel, and got drowned in red tape. She could see that Miranda was leaving too, just as she said few days before. Going after Cerberus or who knows what. She probably wanted to say goodbye, maybe even have a little more fun, too.
Ashley didn’t want that, though. She certainly didn’t want a conversation with the knowledge that they were most probably ending this– whatever they had. If it was any kind of relationship, it was not a good way to talk about it. Not that she knew exactly what it should be about. Hell, she didn’t even know what she wanted. It would have been easy to write it off as a fling, a way they both relieved the tension in their lives before they went their own way. It’s not like there could have been anything more between them, not with how the war was going on.
So Ashley watched Miranda wait for a long time, occasionally shooting a very discreet glance at one of the cameras before walking away and slipped on board the freighter.
When Shepard called a few hours later, Ashley was already packed and ready to board the Normandy again.
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