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Blackwork	By : PestoMonkey Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The shuttle bounced and jostled through a patch of turbulence as they flew away from Rannoch back to the Normandy. Shepard began methodically stripping off the armor from her upper body. It had been as hot as an oven down there. It was a dry heat, but still, she couldn't imagine having to live in that environment, no matter how beautiful it was. But she knew it was still "home" to the Quarians even if most of them had never set foot on the planet, and she supposed the desire to reclaim it had been so ingrained in them as a race that they would still love it no matter what. For all she knew their physiology was uniquely suited to being able to enjoy 120-degree heat. Hers wasn't, but she knew the yearning for hard soil.
Living on a ship was not exactly idyllic. Maybe one day she would make it back to Earth; to that cabin by the lake that her parents owned that she'd only ever seen in pictures, but that she thought about frequently lately. She was no stranger to exile, even if her own had been voluntary. And she was no stranger to yearning for a place to call home. She just had to make sure there was a home for her to go back to when this was all over.
It had been a bittersweet victory for her and her team, but a victory nonetheless. It had actually gone far better than she could have ever hoped, but yet again the triumph had come at a cost. Legion had made his choice for the sake of his race, and in his final moment he had clearly gifted the other Geth with his own ideals. Seeing the Geth and Quarians make peace had somehow made every loss thus far seem worth it. It drove home to her that this wasn't for nothing, what she was doing. Seeing the look of peace on Tali's bare face as she gazed out over the stark, beautiful landscape had been the icing on the cake.
She finally unzipped the thin zipper in the front of her skin-tight body armor and pulled her arms out of the sleeves, leaving the elastic layer of armor dangling around her waist. Her sheer, white alliance tank was left as the only fabric covering her sweat-drenched skin. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes, enjoying the subtle drift of cool air over her body. She became oblivious to her surroundings, letting the low hum of the shuttle's engine and the blow of the air across her skin lull her into relaxation. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling the tension seep out of her bit by bit.
James rested on the seat across from her and finished stripping out of his heavy outer armor, finally removing the thin body armor that covered his upper body. The grey alliance logo of the tank he still wore was stretched to the point of distortion across his wide chest. He looked across the shuttle at her and almost groaned at how beautiful she looked at that moment, still flushed and sweaty from the heat of the Quarian's reclaimed homeworld. He'd seen this battle-worn version of her, but she'd never let her guard down this completely after a fight before. He wondered if it was because of the company or if she just no longer cared what her teammates thought. Or it could just be her small way of celebrating what had been one hell of a victory.
They'd defeated another Reaper in a spectacular battle that he had to admit had scared the shit out of him. He had been angry that she hadn't even given him the opportunity to object to her decision to stay back to man the targeting laser. His jaw was still sore from how hard he'd been clenching his teeth while he watched the Reaper's bright beam blast swaths of fire at her over and over, which she only just managed to dodge until the Reaper was finally destroyed. But watching her broker peace between the two previously warring races had left him too stunned to hold on to the anger for long. His head still spun at the recollection of the diplomacy Shepard had deftly employed to not only achieve a cease-fire, but actual reconciliation between the Quarians and the Geth. Legion's final gesture was no small contribution, he realized, and felt a small surge of regret over not having known him longer.
He glanced to the figure on the seat beside her and saw Javik leaning back with his eyes closed, his hands resting on the seat beside his legs. He seemed to be asleep, and James noticed his nostrils flaring at regular intervals. He'd wondered why she'd chosen to bring the Prothean along with them on this particular mission. He was a fine soldier, but James couldn't get past the guy's attitude that everyone else was somehow beneath him. He supposed she had her reasons for bringing him. She always had her reasons.
His eyes shifted back to her. She was coated in a light sheen of sweat and tendrils of her dark hair had come loose and clung to her face and neck, a couple dark wisps fluttering lightly in the cool air blowing from the shuttle's vents.
His gaze shifted lower and lingered on her chest as it rose and fell with her shallow breaths. His eyes followed a small droplet of sweat as it traveled down her chest, its shimmering path continuing between her breasts. The white alliance tank left very little to the imagination and she wore no other undergarment. He knew any additional layers would have impeded the application of Medi-Gel from her body armor if she'd become injured in battle, and he suddenly had a much stronger appreciation for Alliance armor regulations.
He was mesmerized by the outline of her hard, pink nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of the shirt in reaction to the cool air blowing over them. He licked his lips involuntarily and when his eyes shifted back up he realized she was watching him.
She smiled softly when his eyes met hers, but she said nothing. He noticed a subtle heat building in her gaze and her lips parted slightly, the tip of her tongue gliding across the inside of her lower lip. She let one hand drift up her torso from where it had been resting on her thigh and she gripped her breast through the soft, damp fabric of her tank top.
He felt his erection stretch against his body armor and was idly thankful that he'd removed the rigid plates of his outer armor already. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.
James swallowed hard as he watched her clutch her breast softly and pinch her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She gripped her other breast and teased at both tips through her shirt. He followed the path of one hand in fascination as she slipped it down beneath the waistband of the flexible underlayer of her body armor. He could see the rise and fall of her chest quickening as she moved her fingers slowly between her thighs.
Unable to restrain himself, he let one hand drift to his groin and gripped his own rock-hard flesh through the fabric of his body armor, squeezing gently. He saw her lips twitch into a small smile and she nodded at him ever so slightly, a glint of challenge in her eyes. He shifted in his seat, tilted his hips forward slightly, and pulled the elastic of his waistband down slowly in front, watching her expression intently.
Shepard bit her lower lip when he sprang free of the confining fabric. He gripped himself solidly in one large fist and stroked once up his length. She moaned softly at the sight.
"Shhh," he said, cutting his eyes to their sleeping teammate and giving her a conspiratorial smile.
He saw the movement of her hand quicken beneath the fabric covering her sex and began to stroke himself quicker in response, tilting his head back against the back of the seat, watching her from hooded eyes.
They were both nearly oblivious to the sounds of the shuttle's engines powering down. There was a sharp jerk followed by the familiar cachunk sound as the Kodiak settled in the docking bay of the Normandy.
Steve's voice announcing they were safely docked yanked them both back to reality abruptly and James and Shepard simultaneously jerked their hands up and sat up straighter, adjusting their clothes and occupying their hands with anything besides what they'd just been doing. James held his helmet in his lap, piled atop his chestplate and the rest of his armor and grinned at her. She let out a frustrated little huff at him. He could tell she'd been close. She was still mildly flushed and her chest was rising and falling with deep, quick breaths.
Javik stirred and opened his eyes, then said in a tone of idle interest, "Human mating rituals are very different now than in my cycle. They used to involve more bodily contact and exchange of fluids. And neither of you found satisfaction from the act. The fact that humans are even capable of delaying gratification has convinced me that I should reevaluate the qualities of your race. Perhaps you are not so inferior as I believed."
Shepard's head swiveled around to look at the Prothean so fast James was afraid she'd given herself whiplash.
"I thought you were asleep," she said, her voice husky.
He blinked at her. "I was merely meditating on our 'victory'," he said with a trace of sarcasm.
"And?" she asked curious what, if any, conclusions he'd drawn.
"I have never known peace. It is but an abstract concept to me. That it would even be possible between two races that had been in such conflict for centuries is fascinating. I still do not believe it can last. I do not trust the machines."
Shepard glared at him with a different kind of frustration than she'd displayed a moment earlier. "The Geth proved today that they're willing to co-exist peacefully. It was a huge victory, no matter what you think."
"Perhaps I have underestimated you, Shepard," he said. "If it had not been for your intervention, it is clear that peace would have eluded the two parties. You are as driven in your ideals and as formidable as an Avatar from my cycle. I hope you were correct in letting the machines persist."
She wasn't sure whether he had just paid her a compliment or not, finally shaking her head and standing to exit the shuttle several paces behind James.
She deposited her armor on the bench, resolving to come back and tend to it after the mission debrief. She was about to head to the elevator when a large hand gripped her arm and swung her around. She found herself crushed tightly against James' thick chest as his mouth devoured hers hungrily, his tongue hot and penetrating. She felt her earlier burning need hit her again with a vengeance and was only tangentially aware that he'd lifted her feet off the ground and carried her between two stacks of heavy crates, pushing her back against the hard synthetic wall of the large boxes.
"James," she gasped when his mouth moved lower, his tongue teasing down the sensitive skin of her throat. She felt one large hand snake under her tank top, cupping one breast.
"Shhh. I have to have you now, Lola, or I'll fucking go nuts," he whispered huskily, his lips tight against her ear. The feel of his breath on her skin set her on fire as much as his hands and mouth had.
"The shuttle bay isn't exactly empty right now," she whispered the objection with a weak laugh. Fuck, she wanted him now, too, and damn the consequences.
"So quit talking," he commanded, silencing her with his mouth.
He shoved her shirt up, uncovering her breasts, their tips hard in the cool air surrounding them, her skin puckered with gooseflesh. He bent his head and flicked his tongue over them while he slid one hand down the front of her armor.
"Damn, Lola, you're so wet," he whispered and her breath hitched when she felt him slide a finger deep inside her. A second later his hands were pushing her armor down over her hips with savage insistence while her own hands desperately clutched at his garments, attempting to gain access.
She managed to pull his shirt off over his head and was kissing his neck with her hand halfway down his pants while his hands slid deliciously all over her exposed skin. Without any warning he suddenly spun her around and she found her face and bare breasts pressed up against the cold plastic of the crate. James' fingers twined with hers, holding both her hands against the crate above her head, his entire body pressed against her from behind. His lips were hot against her neck and she could feel his hard cock through the roughly woven fabric layer of his armor where it pressed against her ass.
"This is what you get for teasing me like that, Lola," he whispered in her ear. He shifted his grip on her hands so that both her wrists were gripped in one large fist above her head and he could use the other hand to touch her. He slid his hand slowly down over her side, his fingertips drifting over the side of her bare breast, trailing over its tip, and further down until it rested gently on her naked hip.
"You were doing a little teasing of your own, James," she retorted in a breathy whisper against the wall of the crate he had her solidly pressed against. She bucked against him slightly, testing his hold on her. He had her trapped between his hard body and the side of the cargo crate and her pants were bound up around her knees. She wasn't going anywhere. Not that she wanted to.
His hand slid around her hip to the front, his fingers slipping between her thighs. He found her small nub of pleasure swollen and throbbing and rubbed his fingers over it in small, slow circles. He brushed his lips over the delicate skin of her neck, the taste of her dried sweat salty on his tongue. He teased her into a frenzy, enjoying the feel of her body squirming against him but unable to escape. Every time her ass rubbed against his groin it got a little more difficult for him to focus on the task at hand.
He drew his hand away abruptly when her breathing began to quicken in a familiar way. She gasped in frustration.
"Fuck," she whispered. "I hate you right now, James."
He laughed quietly against her neck, and nipped gently at her skin with his teeth.
"Tell me you want it Lola," he said in a deep whisper, his breath hot against her ear. He reached his hand back down between her thighs and flicked at her flesh softly with his fingertips, enjoying the way she twitched slightly beneath him each time. He ground his hips hard against her ass to emphasize his request.
"Please, James," she gasped out as quietly as she could. "Please, please, please, just fuck me already."
"Well, since you put it that way," he whispered. He pushed the close-fitting elastic waist of his body armor down again, releasing his throbbing length against her backside. Her breathing quickened when she felt his hot, bare flesh against hers and she felt the deep ache in her core grow stronger in anticipation.
He thrust into her to the hilt and thought he might come right there at how intensely good she felt after all the teasing. She was so hot and wet and he felt her muscles clamp down tightly around him like she planned to keep him there. Maybe there was something to be said for delayed gratification, he thought. Her tattoo flared up brightly in front of him and he dimly noticed she'd buried her face against her upraised arm and was biting her own flesh in an attempt to suppress her cry of pleasure.
He began pumping into her slowly at first, then faster, unable to contain himself. He slid his hand over her hip and between her thighs again, working at her slick flesh expertly, knowing how close she probably was to climax. He wasn't wrong. He felt her begin to spasm under his fingertips after just a few seconds, and her muscles clenched around him at the same time. She let out a sharp gasp and then a small whimper and bucked back against him. His own orgasm hit him with the force of a charging Krogan and he had to bury his face against her shoulder, biting down on the fabric of her shirt to avoid crying out. He slammed into her with several violent thrusts as he came.
When the waves of ecstasy subsided, he stood leaning against her, taking slow shallow breaths for several seconds, unable to move or even think.
"Um, James?" he heard her whisper over her shoulder after a moment.
He grunted at her in response, still unable to move. His free hand rested on her bare hip and his thumb idly caressed her skin.
"As nice as this feels, being squashed between you and a cargo crate, it might be more comfortable to do the snuggling part in bed, don't you think?"
He briefly registered that he might be drooling on her shoulder.
He lifted his head up and delicately wiped the wetness from her shoulder, then whispered back, "Yeah... yeah. Bed. Mmm, bed with you definitely."
He let go of her wrists and withdrew from her unsteadily. Holy shit had he just been thrown for a loop. When he finished adjusting his clothing he saw that she'd also managed to put herself back together somehow, even though she looked about as dazed as he currently felt.
He gave her one last glance as they were about to walk back to the elevator and pulled her back suddenly by the elbow. She gave him a confused look when he reached up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting her dark waves down.
"Trust me," he said with a smile. "You didn't want to go out in public the way it was after... that."
She ran her fingers through her thick locks and gave him a small smile. They started to step towards the elevator again when she said, "Wait, didn't you have a shirt on a minute ago?" He paused and looked back behind them, located his tank top, and pulled it on over his head.
"Thanks," he said. She shrugged and they strode together as nonchalantly as they could towards the elevator.
When they passed by the bulkhead into view of the main area of the shuttle bay, they heard quiet clapping. They stood like a pair of pyjaks caught in a spotlight, staring at Steve and Kaidan who were both leaning against the weapons bench with a matching pair of shit-eating grins on their faces as they applauded.
Shepard glared at them and crossed her arms in a Commanderly fashion.
"What the hell?" James said indignantly. "Were you two pendejos spying on us? Pervs."
Steve shook his head slowly and sighed, giving James a long-suffering look. "Let's just say that there's an art to quiet sex, and neither of you are very adept at it. The quiet part I mean. The sex, on the other hand, I give a 10 for creativity, considering the location, and also for satisfaction judging from the looks on both your faces and some of the noises that were coming from back there. James, you of all people should know that the shuttle bay has fantastic acoustics."
"Fuck off, Esteban," James said as he followed Shepard into the elevator.
They heard laughter as the doors were closing and Steve's voice saying, "I really don't know if we could top that."
Kaidan's voice replied in a suggestive tone, "We'll never know unless we try."

ooOoo
James stepped off the elevator on the crew deck to change and shower, leaving her with the promise that he would be up afterwards. His primary thought was that he needed at least 30 solid minutes away from her to cool down.
Shepard was of a similar mind. They'd spent a majority of their free time together recently and she was looking forward to even a small amount of solitude for a change. It was late, so she could postpone the mission debrief until the morning. That gave her a few minutes to clean up and check her messages at least.
She was settling at her desk after her shower and going through her messages when Joker's voice came over the comm.
"Um... Commander? I think there's something you need to see. Check your messages when you get a chance."
"That's just what I was doing, Joker. Thanks."
She quickly scanned the list of new messages and selected Joker's from the top. His message popped up on her screen: Just thought you might want to keep this, since it seemed rather personal. Don't worry, I already scrubbed it from Normandy's public video log. Rad tattoo by the way, I had no idea they could light up like that!
Confused, she opened the attachment and was greeted with a bird's-eye view of the little tryst she and James had just had in the shuttle bay. She watched in fascination as the scene played out in silence on her terminal.
"Joker?" she asked cautiously after watching for a couple minutes.
"Yeah Commander?" his disembodied voice replied.
"Who has seen this?"
"Well..." he hesitated. "Me, of course. And EDI. She might have a few questions for you later, by the way, so be warned. Garrus might have seen part of it - he came in just before I sent it to you. And probably Liara, but you'd have to ask her. She seems to just know things somehow, y'know? And you should know, that spot actually has a pretty good vantage point from engineering, so who knows if anyone caught a glimpse from up there, but it's unlikely they saw the vid."
As he rattled off the list she felt a flush rising up her chest.
"Thanks, Joker," she said in a hushed tone, her head buzzing with... what? Mortification? She wasn't an exhibitionist, but she didn't have an overdeveloped sense of modesty either. You couldn't when you were crammed to the gills on a ship with dozens of other soldiers. You got used to having to do certain things in close quarters with other people, but she was out of practice after several years of having her own space. Especially if Steve's comment was any indication. Not that she'd ever had a lot of practice having sex in shuttle bays, of course.
"Happy to be of assistance," Joker replied in a businesslike voice.
"Oh, and Joker?"
"Yeah Commander?"
"You'd better not have kept a copy of this or I'm shooting your brittle-boned ass out the airlock."
"Um, no worries there. Lieutenant Vega already threatened me with gross bodily injury. The force of his voice when he said it was enough to crack a rib or two, I think."
"Wait, you sent this to James, too?" she asked. "I thought you said nobody else had seen it... well, besides half the goddamn crew."
"Of course I sent it to him. For the same reason I sent it to you. I thought you'd both like to keep it, for... youknow, posterity, or -ahem- whatever. Not to mention if he found out I'd had it and didn't send it to him? Did I mention the cracked ribs?"
She was silent for a moment trying to decide how she felt about that.
Joker's voice came over the comm once more with a smug laugh, "You can thank me later, Commander."
She replayed the video and was still watching it with rapt fascination several minutes later when James came in. She hurriedly switched to view a random report.
"Catching a little evening entertainment, Lola?"
Shit.
"I don't know what you mean, James," she said evasively.
"You know, I think I have a new favorite vid," he said casually.
She switched off her terminal and stood up, then turned and fixed him with a steady gaze.
In a pained voice, she said, "James, I'm the Commander on this ship. I can't let myself get caught like... that." She pointed towards her terminal. "Can you imagine how damaging it could be to my authority if more of the crew had seen it? Not to mention my superiors. Fuck!"
He was taken aback by her distress. It hadn't occurred to him in the least that this would be anything more than a fun story to tell. It suddenly hit him that he had just dragged his CO behind a pile of crates in the shuttle bay and fucked her silly. His CO. And he hadn't exactly asked for permission. And he had pretty much made her beg for it on top of that. He was stunned for a moment as the conflicting thoughts tumbled through his mind. His lizard brain was replete with self-congratulation as though she were a mere conquest, while the more reasonable part of his mind was repeatedly kicking him, telling him he should have stopped to fucking think before making her do that, no matter how soul-shatteringly incredible the sex had been.
Part of him wanted to retort that she'd encouraged him in the shuttle, but he realized she wasn't reprimanding him for what had happened, just for his reaction over this unfortunate development.
"Hey," he said gently and stepped towards her. He started to reach out to take her in his arms but hesitated at the look she was still giving him. That look that said clearly "I'm the Commander and you're the Lieutenant, so stay in line, soldier." Crossing that line was what had gotten them into this situation to begin with. But he also saw the conflict in her eyes that mirrored his own to a degree. She had enjoyed it, he could tell, and now she had to deal with the consequences. Finally some other part of his brain said "fuck it" and closed the distance.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. As she sank into him and he felt her sigh against his shoulder he realized it hadn't been a part of his brain that had prompted him to cross the line but something just slightly south; a part of him that grew softer the more time he spent with her, contrary to the inclination of other treacherous body parts he was cursing at this very moment.
"We can't do that again," she said wistfully. "No matter how good it was."
"Maybe not. Or maybe we just need to check for cameras - or an audience - next time."
He felt her body shake with laughter against him and she pulled back to look into his eyes. "You look much bigger on camera, you know."
He blinked at her for a second, then his brows drew together. Suddenly it occurred to her how her statement had probably sounded to him.
"No! I mean you, not... " she gestured to his pants. "I never realized what a hulk you were until I caught an aerial view of you - your body - next to me."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, "Do you think maybe your rank has affected your perspective?"
"Maybe..." she said. "What about you, did I seem... I don't know... smaller to you?"
"Hmm... it was hard to tell, actually. There was this giant mass of studly muscle blocking my view for most of it."
"Huh," she said, looking at him with a slow smile drawing at the corners of her mouth. "Maybe we should watch it again and see what we think."
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