Come Home - 4/?
anonymous
July 31 2012, 03:48:32 UTC
He gives her less time to regain her composure this time, because now he's completely fired up with the same passion that's singing through her veins. When her eyelids lift, her irises are reflecting the same fire as his, and that's all the confirmation he needs, as he grips her arms and turns her around until her ass is flush against his pelvis. One arm wraps around her waist and lifts her off her feet, and it's no easy feat because she's half-metal inside. Before she can say otherwise, her hips are pushing into the edge of the bathroom counter, and he's leaving red marks with his teeth along whatever skin he can find purchase on. All through his rush, he doesn't notice the way her spine stiffens when she looks straight forward.
He wastes no time, pulling one of her knees up onto the counter and slipping into her easily, before lapping at the steam still rising off her shoulder. His pace isn't as frantic this time, but even so it's not until he realizes that she's been silent for half a minute in that his attention flickers to her face, and then what she's looking at. She's watching herself in the mirror.
His eyeplates draw together slightly, his mandibles mimicking the motion, as he regards both of them through the glass. It's nothing that he hasn't seen before, it's just him and Shepard after all, but there's something surreal about it this time; perhaps it's a trick of the eye. Still, he finds himself dumbstruck, because it's them but not them at the same time. The exhaustion in her face is more apparent, the desperation he'd missed when he'd almost said no to her request was multiplied tenfold in the eyes of her counterpart. It's here that he dwells, that he feels a little nagging voice in the back of his head as he's halfway buried inside her and their bare forms are pressed against one another. It takes an almost-silent sigh on her part for it all to click together in his brain, and the realization hits him full-force in the gut. She needs him, just as much as he needs her. His world's shaken a little, and the only thing to ground him is the woman looking back at him in the mirror.
"Keep going," she says suddenly, still looking forward. He's startled out of his reverie as he watches her lips move to make the words come out. He's lost the will to just fuck her now though, not when his mind's filled with the clarity she's brought to him. He doesn't look away as he turns his head to press his mouthplates against her cheek, his reflection doing the same deliberate motions. His mouth stays there as he pushes into her slowly, feeling each inch of her against him. He watches her counterpart part her lips and let a stifled breath escape, and for a moment he's tempted to reach out and touch this other Shepard. He compromises by holding the real Shepard more tightly to him, before pulling out just as slowly, until just his tip was nestled inside her. Her breathing flows in time with his, as he pushes back in. He's broken his promise to not make love to her, but it's impossible for him to do otherwise as he stares at her reflection, captivated by the immense emotion rolling off of her. For the first time in months, he feels like she's there, really there, with the Commander persona peeled off to reveal the woman underneath. She's tired, angry, down-spirited, and hurt, but she's there, and he's with her to protect her through her vulnerability.
Her body is unmoving as he settles into his favourite pattern; shallow, shallow, deep, repeat. Every so often her breath would hitch, but there's no real pleasure in this, only the seeping of a heart heavy with burden no person should have to carry. With each of his slow movements he peels away the pain of another thousand deaths, of another friend lost to a war that should have never been. He's cracking the casing she's been hiding in, and though she's still fighting, he's not going to let this go on any longer.
He wastes no time, pulling one of her knees up onto the counter and slipping into her easily, before lapping at the steam still rising off her shoulder. His pace isn't as frantic this time, but even so it's not until he realizes that she's been silent for half a minute in that his attention flickers to her face, and then what she's looking at. She's watching herself in the mirror.
His eyeplates draw together slightly, his mandibles mimicking the motion, as he regards both of them through the glass. It's nothing that he hasn't seen before, it's just him and Shepard after all, but there's something surreal about it this time; perhaps it's a trick of the eye. Still, he finds himself dumbstruck, because it's them but not them at the same time. The exhaustion in her face is more apparent, the desperation he'd missed when he'd almost said no to her request was multiplied tenfold in the eyes of her counterpart. It's here that he dwells, that he feels a little nagging voice in the back of his head as he's halfway buried inside her and their bare forms are pressed against one another. It takes an almost-silent sigh on her part for it all to click together in his brain, and the realization hits him full-force in the gut. She needs him, just as much as he needs her. His world's shaken a little, and the only thing to ground him is the woman looking back at him in the mirror.
"Keep going," she says suddenly, still looking forward. He's startled out of his reverie as he watches her lips move to make the words come out. He's lost the will to just fuck her now though, not when his mind's filled with the clarity she's brought to him. He doesn't look away as he turns his head to press his mouthplates against her cheek, his reflection doing the same deliberate motions. His mouth stays there as he pushes into her slowly, feeling each inch of her against him. He watches her counterpart part her lips and let a stifled breath escape, and for a moment he's tempted to reach out and touch this other Shepard. He compromises by holding the real Shepard more tightly to him, before pulling out just as slowly, until just his tip was nestled inside her. Her breathing flows in time with his, as he pushes back in. He's broken his promise to not make love to her, but it's impossible for him to do otherwise as he stares at her reflection, captivated by the immense emotion rolling off of her. For the first time in months, he feels like she's there, really there, with the Commander persona peeled off to reveal the woman underneath. She's tired, angry, down-spirited, and hurt, but she's there, and he's with her to protect her through her vulnerability.
Her body is unmoving as he settles into his favourite pattern; shallow, shallow, deep, repeat. Every so often her breath would hitch, but there's no real pleasure in this, only the seeping of a heart heavy with burden no person should have to carry. With each of his slow movements he peels away the pain of another thousand deaths, of another friend lost to a war that should have never been. He's cracking the casing she's been hiding in, and though she's still fighting, he's not going to let this go on any longer.
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