[Morinth/F!Shep+Samara] - Lessons in Humility (Long Overdue) - 3c/?
anonymous
February 14 2012, 23:15:34 UTC
And was it really such a bad thing to want a brief refuge from the loneliness Morinth herself had mentioned, in a moment where their usage of each other was mutual? Was it wrong to take a perverse amount of pleasure from knowing she had the upper hand, that she was pulling a fast one on this woman as blatantly as Morinth was trying to pull a fast one on her? Would it really be a dire sin to accept what sincere interest was offered, when Samara already knew that it would come to this? Had said as much, from the beginning?
For indulging in the one thing she'd denied herself prior to, and after her fateful journey to Alchera, Shepard allowed herself that out, rather than dwell on it: that Samara would forgive her-- and Samara would save her, if she got in too deep.
That, for the moment, was enough-- enough to say, finally, "I could say the same to you," the sudden dryness in her mouth coming in time with a quickening of her heartbeat.
Part of her-- and no small part, at that-- wanted this. Even more, once she'd loosened the tight hold she'd kept on the proverbial reigns-- and Morinth, those blue eyes alive with intent, with desire, could see it.
"I was hoping you might," Morinth replied, capturing Shepard's chin between her thumb and forefinger. "Only question now is whether or not you'll chicken out if I bring you home with me."
Shepard allowed for a faint smile to cross her lips, eyebrows arched in incredulity. "I don't 'chicken out,'" she said simply. "Not once I've made up my mind. Only thing you have to worry about is whether or not you can keep my interest."
Morinth's eyebrows raised at that, in turn, her smile betraying her amusement. "By the end of tonight," she replied, thumb stroking the commander's chin gently, "I'll know what you look like... sound like... what you feel like when you're right on the edge, begging me to give you what you need."
There was a sinister edge to that promise, one that would've stayed hidden behind a veil of simple lust had Shepard been unaware of what she was in for-- but where it should have made her uneasy, it only increased her excitement.
Still, she kept herself in-check, replying, "Assuming you can get me that far," affecting her one clear nod to bravado.
Morinth's smile took a turn for the rapacious at that, brows lifting just slightly at the challenge. "You think I can't?"
"I think I'd like to see you try," Shepard admitted, raising a hand to return the touch briefly, her thumb skirting over the swell of Morinth's lower lip in repetition of what had been offered to her earlier.
The asari's eyes lidded slightly at that, tilting her head to encourage a continuation of that touch for as long as it was offered-- and only spoke when Shepard's hand retreated. "So what do you say?" she asked, canting her head to the side. "My place? Or do you need more convincing?"
"I might," Shepard replied, returning the asari's nigh-conspiratorial smile, her intent made clear as she drained her drink, and raised from the booth. "Once we get there."
For indulging in the one thing she'd denied herself prior to, and after her fateful journey to Alchera, Shepard allowed herself that out, rather than dwell on it: that Samara would forgive her-- and Samara would save her, if she got in too deep.
That, for the moment, was enough-- enough to say, finally, "I could say the same to you," the sudden dryness in her mouth coming in time with a quickening of her heartbeat.
Part of her-- and no small part, at that-- wanted this. Even more, once she'd loosened the tight hold she'd kept on the proverbial reigns-- and Morinth, those blue eyes alive with intent, with desire, could see it.
"I was hoping you might," Morinth replied, capturing Shepard's chin between her thumb and forefinger. "Only question now is whether or not you'll chicken out if I bring you home with me."
Shepard allowed for a faint smile to cross her lips, eyebrows arched in incredulity. "I don't 'chicken out,'" she said simply. "Not once I've made up my mind. Only thing you have to worry about is whether or not you can keep my interest."
Morinth's eyebrows raised at that, in turn, her smile betraying her amusement. "By the end of tonight," she replied, thumb stroking the commander's chin gently, "I'll know what you look like... sound like... what you feel like when you're right on the edge, begging me to give you what you need."
There was a sinister edge to that promise, one that would've stayed hidden behind a veil of simple lust had Shepard been unaware of what she was in for-- but where it should have made her uneasy, it only increased her excitement.
Still, she kept herself in-check, replying, "Assuming you can get me that far," affecting her one clear nod to bravado.
Morinth's smile took a turn for the rapacious at that, brows lifting just slightly at the challenge. "You think I can't?"
"I think I'd like to see you try," Shepard admitted, raising a hand to return the touch briefly, her thumb skirting over the swell of Morinth's lower lip in repetition of what had been offered to her earlier.
The asari's eyes lidded slightly at that, tilting her head to encourage a continuation of that touch for as long as it was offered-- and only spoke when Shepard's hand retreated. "So what do you say?" she asked, canting her head to the side. "My place? Or do you need more convincing?"
"I might," Shepard replied, returning the asari's nigh-conspiratorial smile, her intent made clear as she drained her drink, and raised from the booth. "Once we get there."
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Goodness, anon. That was hot. Keep it up!
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