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Blackwork	By : PestoMonkey Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Shepard's Tattoo: http://i.imgur.com/yBFpa.jpg

He was dumbstruck when the large blackwork pattern on her back was revealed to him. She had a swath of solid black ink in the shape of a pair of large yet beautifully balanced wings that nearly covered the top half of her back, with a five-pointed star nestled just between them.
She didn't fuck around, did she? He almost laughed. Leave it up to Shepard to outdo everyone with a single gesture. Holy shit, and here he thought his brain had shorted out just seeing her in civilian clothes for the first time and realizing how much woman she was when you got her out of uniform. Taylor hadn't been joking when he'd said she was in a league of her own. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell she was still doing with him.
"So, what do you think?" she asked with quiet apprehension.
"I think I'm in love," he said in an awestruck tone.
She laughed softly. "I'm serious, James. Tell me I didn't make the biggest, most permanent mistake of my life."
He was about to confess that he was serious when her biotics flared up subtly and something happened that made him do a double take. For a brief second he caught a glimpse of intricate blue-white lines trailing throughout her tattoo. Suddenly the wings had feathers.
"Um... Did Black say he was doing anything special when he was working on you?"
"No... he just said something about trying out a new ink. He said he thought I'd like the results. Actually... no," she amended, "He said he thought you would like the results now that I think about it. Why? Is there something wrong with it?" she asked anxiously.
"Not at all," he said emphatically. "Whatever that special ink was that he used, it must be biotically charged. When you amped up even that little bit, it lit up like a mass relay. It's... kinda sexy." More like a LOT of sexy, he thought. He needed to find Black and buy the man a drink.
"What did that crazy bastard do to me?" she asked, craning her head around and trying to look at her back.
James laughed and stood her up, then walked her up the steps into her bathroom. He turned her back to the mirror on the wall and asked, "Do you have a hand mirror?" She gestured to a side shelf and he grabbed the mirror and stuck it in her hand, aimed at the mirror behind her.
"Watch... amp up your biotics and see what happens," he said to her.
She studied his face for a second then held the mirror up and did as he asked.
"Holy shit..." she said, awestruck when she saw the results. "Thats... beautiful."
She turned back to him with a look of utter astonishment, but her gaze was met by one of solid, unadulterated lust. He lifted her up by her hips and set her on the small counter next to her bathroom sink and assaulted her mouth with his. The mirror fell from her hand and clattered to the floor. She forgot her earlier apprehension when his large hands slid up her sides and cupped her bare breasts softly.
She gripped the hem of his shirt and urged it over his head. He threw it to the side and came back to her, bending his head to nuzzle at her neck while his thumbs moved in gentle circles over the tips of her breasts.
He pulled back for a second and said gruffly, "Put your hair up, Lola."
She smiled at him and reached for a hair clip. She gathered her hair up and twisted it into a thick rope, then coiled it around and secured it at the back of her head. James kicked off his boots and bent down to remove hers. He slid his hands up the sides of her legs as he stood, then gripped her by the hips, standing her up. He turned her around in front of him and their eyes locked in the mirror. His hands slid around to the front of her waistband and worked at unfastening her pants. If he wasn't already aroused enough, he got a little harder when he started pushing her waistband down over her hips and the edge of sheer black lace became visible.
He must have made a sound, he realized, when she asked in a sultry voice, "Something wrong?"
Better than an elevator fantasy, he thought as he pushed her pants lower, revealing the swell of her creamy ass accented by the thin strap of a black lace thong.
"Not a damn thing, Lola," he said huskily. "Everything is just perfect."
He knelt down, pulling her pants down her thighs and over her feet as she lifted one foot then the other at his urging. He slid his hands back up her bare thighs and gripped her ass gently. His eyes drifted higher and he saw her tattoo light up again as he hooked his fingers under the thin lace of her panties and dragged them slowly down.
When she was naked he stood and stripped off his pants and shorts, then stepped close to her, embracing her gently and cupping her breasts again with his large hands. Their eyes met in the mirror again and she held his gaze intently. She reached one hand over her shoulder and gripped him behind the head, craning her neck around and pulling his head towards her. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her ardently. She could feel his hard length throbbing against her backside and she ached to have him inside her.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked softly against his lips when they broke from the kiss. He shook his head gently and kissed the side of her jaw, then drifted his lips lower over her neck.
"Just want to take my time and enjoy this," he said as he watched her chest rise and fall in the mirror, her breasts swaying softly with each quick breath. They held each other's eyes as he caressed her gently, sliding his hands over her bare skin, down her stomach, fingers drifting backwards over the tops of her hips and his hands finally kneading her ass softly. He urged her to bend forward and she did, placing her hands flat on the stainless steel counter to keep her balance. Her breath quickened when she felt his fingers slip between her thighs, sliding forward to tease at her small, swollen nub.
Still holding her gaze, he spread her apart gently with his thumbs and nudged his tip at her opening. His eyes drifted to her back and he watched in fascination as the patterns of her tattoo lit up brighter.
"James," she gasped at the contact. "You're such a fucking tease."
He met her eyes again and smiled wickedly. He moved his hands to grip her hips and continued to hold his tip teasingly at her slick entrance. He watched her face as he slid slowly deeper, enjoying the expression of blissful pleasure she had. She moaned softly and her eyelids fluttered when his entire thick length was finally encompassed tightly within her hot flesh. She continued to hold his gaze in the mirror.
Keeping his eyes on hers, he leaned forward and spoke softly in her ear.
"Touch yourself," he whispered as he began to thrust inside her with deep, deliberate strokes. She obediently slipped one hand between her thighs and began moving her fingers slowly against her slick, wet flesh.
His eyes roved over the entire scene, the glowing wings on her back, the soft bounce of her breasts in the mirror with each of his deep thrusts, the expression of rapt ecstasy on her face. He slid one hand up from her hips and traced his fingertips gently around the edge of one of the large wings that adorned the pale skin of her back. The glowing patterns seemed to pulse brighter and he felt her climax begin to take hold. He looked up again and their eyes met. The intensity of her gaze struck him deeply.
"Lola," he said gruffly in recognition of the look he saw in her eyes, but any more detailed communication was beyond him at the moment. He slid his hands around and grasped her breasts lightly, teasing at their tips. He increased the pace of his thrusting until he heard her cry out his name harshly and her hips bucked back against his. His vision blurred as he felt the hours-long buildup of desire finally surge forth almost violently and he thrust into her with a final deep stroke and a guttural incoherent exclamation as he came.
They stood linked together gasping for breath for several seconds. He bent his head and kissed her tattooed shoulder gently but she let out a soft hiss and pulled away from him slightly. He suddenly felt like a complete idiot.
"Did he give you lotion for it or anything?" he asked softly. He pulled out of her and she let out a small sigh as their flesh parted contact. She shook her head in response to his question.
"No. Actually he said you would know what to do."
He nodded and said, "Just let me run down and get it."
He threw his clothes back on quickly while she turned and watched. Just before he was about to step out the door he came back to her and gripped her tightly around her naked waist, pulling her against his chest and kissing her deeply.
"Be right back," he said over his shoulder and her door whooshed closed behind him.
She sighed again and took a few minutes to get cleaned up, then picked up her discarded clothing and carried it to the bedroom. She found her sweat pants and threw them on, and was about to pull a shirt on over her head but stopped. She didn't think she could bear having anything against her skin just yet.
"EDI," she said abruptly. "Yes Shepard?" the AI's voice replied.
"Please adjust the security protocols for my quarters. Lieutenant Vega is to be granted free access."
"Done," the AI replied almost instantly.
And there it was. She felt a sudden surge of apprehension about whether she was making the gesture prematurely. She felt like they should at least talk about it first, but there was something about the looks he'd been giving her recently that told her the gesture wouldn't be received poorly. And he already spent most nights with her, anyway.
She grabbed a datapad from her desk and carried it to the bed. She climbed on and crawled up to her pillows, laying belly-down with one pillow clutched in her bare arms and the pad held up before her in the light from her bedside lamp.
She stared at the figures and text that scrolled by without really reading anything, her mind still churning over thoughts of him. She'd learned long ago not to let her mind wander to romantic notions of happily-ever-after with men she became involved with. It seemed that something always happened to fuck it up. Especially if the end of her last relationship was any indication. And this was no different, but something about him made it seem almost conceivable in spite of their dire circumstances. It frightened her a little bit.
Things had seemed almost too easy with him so far. She wondered if the lack of noticeable conflict was good or bad, but couldn't decide. All she really knew was that being with him felt fantastic and his presence had been one of the few bright points in an otherwise utterly daunting and depressing endeavor. She supposed if they took things to the next step it would become apparent pretty quickly where the personal conflicts would lie. She tried to tell herself the risk was worth it but was still anxious as hell.
"Fuck," she said out loud just as her door opened and he walked back in.
"You need to check your security protocols, Lola. I didn't even have to buzz to get in just now."
"I know," she said. "It's not a mistake."
He remained silent as she heard him remove his boots again at the side of her bed and pull off his shirt and pants. He crawled onto the bed next to her wearing only his shorts.
"Magical tattoo healing lotion," he said, raising a small bottle up and displaying it to her with a smile. He squirted a small amount of the creamy white lotion onto his fingertips and then gently began applying it to the inked portions of her back.
She set her datapad on the bedside table and laid her head on the pillow facing him.
"Oh that feels amazing," she said as he began to spread the creamy lotion over her back.
As he was applying the lotion she heard him take a deep breath. A second later he said, "So... you're giving me a key now?"
She laughed softly at his arcane reference and said, "Yeah, I guess I am. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure... just don't be surprised if you run out of hot water when you shower in the mornings."
She laughed at him and said, "James, you and I are probably the worst shower hogs on the Normandy. Have we ever run out of hot water?"
She had him there. "I guess not," he said. "But you have to admit, showering together has probably made us more efficient in the water-use department."
"Maybe... but if you consider the length of said showers we may actually be making things worse." She grinned at him.
"I think the treatment system can handle it. It's not like the water's going to waste."
She shifted her head on her pillow and looked at him with an amused expression.
"You're really something else, James," she said. He paused in his ministrations to her tattoo and met her eyes with a soft smile.
"Be careful, Lola, or I might start to think you have feelings for me."
"Would it be so bad if I do?" she asked quietly, her eyes searching his.
He sat quietly for a second before averting his eyes from hers and said in a subdued tone, "No."
He resumed his application of the lotion to her back.
Her stomach clenched. She said, "I'm sensing some reservation, James."
"Lola, " he said after a brief pause to gather his thoughts. "I'm not the kindof guy who jumps into things blindly. I knew all along what the stakes were when we started this. I never thought we would end up here, though. At first I thought it was just a one-night thing. Then I just figured I was a diversion for you, and whatever we had together would end once the war was over. But... something changed in the middle of it all. And now I'm not so sure where we stand anymore."
"Where do you think we stand?" she asked, her chest tightening slightly.
"Where do you think we stand?" he replied.
"I just gave you a key," she said, softly.
"But what does that mean, Shepard?" he asked and she drew back abruptly at his use of her name, turning onto her side to meet his eyes directly. Maybe she was right and the gesture had been premature.
"What do you want it to mean, James?" she asked, studying his face intently.
He looked back at her with a defeated expression. He'd been going through this conversation in his head for so long he was no longer sure if he had the right answer. Finally he just blurted out the first thing that came into his head.
"Fuck, Lola, I want it to mean that you want me here always, that you're letting me into your life and not just your bed. And as unlikely as the possibility probably is, I want it to mean that I can have you in my life to the same degree. Lola, if we go down this road, you should know I'm all in. And if you let me in, I'm never letting you go."
She propped herself on an elbow and reached out a hand, laying it on his forearm where he sat in consternation next to her, the small bottle of lotion still gripped loosely in one hand.
"Don't fucking distract me," he said, brushing her hand away. "You haven't said anything yet and I think you still need to do some talking in this little conversation we're having." He waved his hand between them in emphasis of his statement.
She'd never been very good at articulating her feelings and this particular moment was no different than any of the others. She rested back on one elbow, more conscious of the proximity of her sore skin to the bed behind her than of her bare breasts to the man in front of her, but his eyes stayed locked on hers.
Suddenly becoming more conscious of her exposed flesh, she rolled onto her belly again and clutched her pillow in her arms, burying her face for a second against the soft fabric before turning her head to face him and speaking in a quavering voice.
"I'm lousy at this, James. I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do right now to make you understand where I'm coming from."
"Just… talk to me, Lola," he said desperately.
Silence stretched between them. After awhile he finally let out a long breath and began applying lotion to her tattoo again.
She sighed at the comforting contact of his fingers on her sore skin.
After several more moments she took a deep breath and finally began to speak in a soft voice.
"I just want you, James. I don't care about the past or the future or anything else when we're together. What we're doing... outside this room... is for the future of the galaxy. But what I do for myself... whatever we have together... I can't do or feel anything that isn't just for this moment. Sure, I have this abstract wish for a future in which we both manage to survive this godforsaken war, but I can't count on that. If that happens? I'll be all in right there with you, and God do I want that more than you can believe."
She paused for a second and took a deep breath before continuing, "But before I can say I'll love you forever, I need to believe there will be a forever to share with you."
His hand had paused from rubbing lotion on her back and he'd grown still while she spoke. He felt his heart begin pounding harder in his chest near the end of her words, especially the part where she'd said "...I'll love you forever..." He took a deep breath as the remainder of her words sank in. It wasn't the response he would have hoped for, but somehow it was the perfect response coming from her.
"Fair enough," he said softly and bent his head to lay a soft kiss against an un-tattooed section of her shoulder.

ooOoo
She fell into a contented sleep with his strong arms wrapped around her bare shoulders, his legs and hips nestled against hers, and his chest held at a considerate distance from her sore back.
She awoke sometime later to the feel of his large hand teasing at her breasts and his lips hot against the skin of her neck. She sighed softly at the pleasurable sensations and pressed her behind backwards against him.
His hand drifted down her stomach and slid beneath the waistband of her sweat pants. She heard his soft moan in her ear when his fingertips found her already slick with wetness. He teased at her until she began to whimper softly. He withdrew his hand and she felt him sit up behind her, then leave the bed for a second. She started to turn over but remembered abruptly why she wasn't sleeping on her back.
She felt his weight return to the bed behind her and his lips against her bare flesh again. He trailed soft kisses down her side and over her hip as he slid her pants down past her bare feet. He drifted his hand up her inner thigh as he slid back up behind her and she shifted her upper leg in response, giving him access. He teased his fingers at her flesh again briefly before she felt him move closer to her.
She gasped in surprise as he drove his thick length into her with one quick stroke.
"A little overeager aren't we?" she asked with a soft exhale of breath as he began slowly thrusting into her.
"Lola," he whispered in her ear as his arms wrapped around her again and one hand slid down between her thighs. She moaned when he made contact and began to delicately work her eager flesh.
"I decided I don't want to waste any time. Forever might never happen. I need you to know how I feel now."
Her mind was fuzzy with the euphoria his touch had elicited, one hand teasing at her breast, the other between her thighs, and his thick, hard flesh buried deep inside her.
His deep voice drifted into her ear, taking hold in her mind over the other distracting sensations he was bombarding her with.
"I want you, Lola. I want a future with you. I want forever with you, even if it only happens in this room. But I want to do everything to make sure we can have forever anywhere we want."
His thrusting and his caresses were making it difficult for her to concentrate on his words, but she heard him and felt a surge of emotion at the implications of what he said. But it seemed he wasn't finished yet.
"But I need you to promise me something, Lola," he continued, his voice rough with emotion against her ear. "Promise me you won't get yourself killed. Because forever would suck without you."
She moaned softly, unable to make a more coherent response. His deft touch against her flesh threw her into a passionate frenzy and she writhed against him as she climaxed. She felt his teeth clamp down on her shoulder and his hand moved to grip her thigh, holding it gently aloft as he plunged into her in a final series of deep thrusts, grunting against the smooth skin of her bare shoulder. His orgasm erupted suddenly and he cried out her name, then lay gasping against her shoulder.
"I promise," she said, turning her head slightly to look back at him. "But only if you make the same promise. Forever would suck without you, too, James."
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