Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Two
anonymous
April 10 2013, 18:34:15 UTC
She licks her lips, her body swinging around the pole effortlessly and he knows the entire spirit of this place, this kingdom of revelry is inside of her because she devours it as she inhales smoke, salt and sex. Her body becoming the altar for worship, bringing salvation with the fingers she curls around chins of the lucky few that catch her eye. She does something that involves lifting and spinning legs in the air, cueing wolf whistles and loud whooping applause. They love her here. The smile on her face is bright and wicked, her enjoyment of the attention pleasing her it seems.
When she walks around the stage, slowly dropping to her knees she hardly seems out of breath; fully in control. The patrons stick their chits enthusiastically into slots surrounding the lit platform. Putting up their offering to please their merciful goddess. Kaidan finally finds his voice when can see that dimple in the small of her back as she crawls along the stage and says before he loses his nerve, “What does a guy have to do to get a girl like you?”
Shepard laughs lightly with a hint of practiced flirtation, bending over to stroke hand down a turian’s faceplate. “I don’t usually see people after hours these days.” She starts to turn around, and it’s happening in slow motion, her curls spilling over her shoulder, pink lips set into a seductive smirk, “But for a voice like that I might make an exc -.” It’s then that she spots him, her face a mix of surprise and horror, her eyes widen and they stare into each other locked in a standstill. He wonders which one of them will make the first move.
Shepard sucks in a breath and immediately stands, then she’s glaring at him. She lifts herself up easily, never taking her eyes off of him once. There are boos and disappointed groans as she exits the stage in a flurry, with red cheeks. Kaidan releases the breath he supposed he started holding as soon as he had opened his mouth to her. Why had he even said anything? He should have just kept to himself to watch her body glide along the stage floor, now who knows what kind of complications this would cause for them. For him. What if she ordered off the ship? He needed to nip this in the bud now. To talk to her before things became awkward.
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Three
anonymous
April 10 2013, 18:45:13 UTC
He finds himself sitting at a stool on the edge of the glass bar before he can find it in himself to change his mind. The owner, a man - who thought the station had a shortage of barely dressed beautiful human women - named known as Dev turns to him.
“Alenko? Never thought I’d see you in here again. Seen your face on the vids.” Dev starts, cleaning out a glass with a towel.
“How much?” Kaidan cuts straight to the point.
Dev, who Kaidan knows has always been sharp, gets it immediately, “I thought you weren’t into meaningless sex anymore?”
“How. Much.” He edges out through gritted teeth, gripping the underside of the bar.
“Way above an alliance marine’s pay grade that’s for sure.” Dev replies with a smirk.
“Try me.” Kaidan is starting to get impatient, the longer this takes the less likely he is going to have the chance to get Shepard to sit down and talk to him.
“Oh right, I forgot your family is loaded.” Dev motions someone over, before looking back to Kaidan, “You have thirty minutes.” ii.
Light filters into the darkened room when the door opens making Kaidan look up from his place at an armchair. Shepard lithe silhouette is visible before her face is, her arms clasped around herself. She still wears the same uniform she did on the stage and Kaidan tries not to stare, even though he’s pretty sure he fails at it and she doesn’t really seem notice his gaze in the murky atmosphere regardless. She hesitates at the archway before shuffling in on her toes and locking the door behind her. This close to her he can see her eyes are their usual viridian, instead they remind him of freshly turned soil hidden behind dark coal lashes. Her lips are painted pink like usual though, he takes a bit of comfort in that little bit of familiarity to the woman he thought he had figured out. She walks up to him without a word and they just stare at each other, again waiting for someone to make the first move. This time he does.
“Shepard,” Kaidan starts,
“It’s Belle,” Shepard snaps, frowns at him, then pinches the bridge of her nose. “Here, it’s Belle.”
“I just don’t understand. Shepard, what are you do -”
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Three
anonymous
April 10 2013, 20:38:30 UTC
Shepard walks forward some more and comes to kneel between his legs, a long finger pressing itself to his lips. “Shh, don’t say anything.” Her fingers dance along the waistband of his trousers. Kaidan tries to control his raising chest, with unsatisfactory results. Wasn’t he supposed to be talking to her? It was suddenly too hard to think about anything but her fingers almost touching his skin and her tongue rushing out to wet her lips. It does take much for her to make quick work of his belt before slipping them down his legs letting them, along with his boxers pool around his ankles; allowing his hardened cock spring free.
“It’s bigger than I expected.” is all she whispers with a saccharine smile, lowering her mouth and sucking at his hip bone, fingers sliding underneath his shirt, running up his chest. Then she kisses the head of his cock tenderly, blinking up at him with feigned innocence under her lashes before she swallows him down with that hot, wet mouth of hers and his breath stops, mouth drying out as his arms grip the armrests of the easy chair.
His head falls back as he lifts up his hips to fuck her mouth. She doesn’t restrain him only bends her head to follow the motion, her tongue swirling around as her nails start to dig into his chest. The pain twining into the pleasure, making him cry out. Shepard is still staring at him when he lolls his head back down to watch her. Bright doe eyes that don’t look right on her, they should be the color of fresh sea moss, like in the dreams he’s had of her where she’s moaning around his cock.
“I’ve thought about you,” Kaidan gulps when he confesses to her, his thighs shaking under her fingers, as they trail down, leaving bright blooming red marks in their wake, “Like this.”
“Have you?” She mutters distractedly. Shepard licks up the side of his cock, with that wicked smile of hers that grips him harder than her mouth ever could, filling him with desire.
What she’s doing with her mouth strikes him as some sort of high art form, her tongue painting motifs on the underside of his length. A pressure is starting to build between his hips, she starts sucking him harder and he feels long fingers wrap around the base where her mouth can’t touch, making sure he’s completely wrapped by her. He’s struggling not to breathe and pass out, clenching his jaw as he watches her smile when a pink tongue slips out. It’s building, more and more an -
“Stop.” Kaidan pushes Shepard back harshly by her shoulders before he can release inside of her mouth. Shepard’s lips release him with an audible pop, which makes him feel much better than it should. It’s gleaming with the sheen of saliva around it, mixed with a bit of his pre-come, as it hits his chest.
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Five
anonymous
April 10 2013, 21:31:58 UTC
Kaidan runs a hand through his dampened hair, breathing hard through an open mouth. He wants more than this. He wants to reach it inside of her. To know how she feels coming around him. How her tight agile body would feel pinned under his arms. “Shepard,” He pulls her up by the wrists so that she stands over him, she follows without protest with that perplexed expression still etched across her features, “Can I tell you something off the record?”
She arches a brow and says with snark returning, “I’m sure we’re past off the record, Staff Lieutenant.”
He traces the pads of his fingers up the back of her thighs; the softness he finds in her body mesmerizes him. “I want to fuck you,” It comes out simply as if it was talking about something as mundane as a traffic report. He can barely recognize his own voice, discolored by his lust into something low and gravely.
That makes her tense up slightly and he’s afraid that she will just punch him before she walks out by the look on her face. Yet, she doesn’t budge and he’s feeling particularly adventurous so he doesn’t stop where he knows he should. Treading forward into dangerous grounds. He takes the wig off of her head, revealing her short softly curling black hair underneath. “Shepard, not Belle.” he clarifies. Shepard doesn’t say anything, just stares and it’s unnerving. He wants to know what she’s thinking, what’s going on inside of her head, which isn’t much different to how he feels when he looks at her usually, “I - I just thought I’d put it out there. Now seemed like the perfect time.”
“We shou - shouldn’t.” Her voice breaks along with the character she’s constructed, when he slides his finger across the wet center perched above the valley between her thighs because he knows it won’t take much more to convince her. Her trembling voice tipping him off.
“Then tell me you don’t want to.” Kaidan starts massaging her through her underwear, thick moistness saturating the fabric, “Tell me no and I’ll stop. You can walk out right now and I’ll pretend this never happened. Or you can stay and let me fuck you.”
Shepard clenches her eyes as she lets him touch her, pushing her face into her palms, moaning as she grinds her hips against his hand. He palms one lacy bra cup, enjoying the feel of her breast under his palm when it spills out of its confinement. It fits perfectly between his fingers as he touches her, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moans a bit louder as a conformation, so he drags her closer with the hand he’s placed at the back of her thighs.
“You can’t because you know you want it,” Kaidan says. She nods without taking her hands from her face and he leans up closer to her, “I want to hear you say it.”
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Six
anonymous
April 11 2013, 19:54:25 UTC
“I want you to fuck me.” It’s a small whisper, one that he has to strain himself to hear, that makes him moan out. He drops the hand tending to her chest, pulls her face down, pushes her hands away and kisses her, tasting himself in her mouth when he coaxes her lips apart with his own. The kiss is wet and sweet, just as he imagines she will feel when he’s slipped inside of her. Slick walls will wrap around his cock as her eyes roll back and he runs his hands all over her body like he owns it. He wants her so bad he can barely breathe.
He turns her around, runs a hand down her back tracing the knobs of her spine and drops her down on his lap, pinning her hands to her sides, feels himself brush against her sex. All he can think about is her, her perfect angular face, her dusty brown skin, and those soft beautiful moans he wants to transform into lust filled screams. Shepard starts to rock her pelvis into his, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.
Kaidan pushes his hands down her body, feeling corded muscle trapped underneath soft flesh, mesmerized by the way she moves, “You’re so wet,” he tells her, hand shoved down into her panties now, slipping his fingers past her outer lips, finding her clit with his thumb. She coats him with her honey then traps his hand between her thighs as she closes them together, riding his fingers with wanton abandon. Shepard throws her head back again, baring her neck as she bites down on her lip. He feels a rush predatory want when he slips a finger past her entrance. She feels amazing and so deliciously tight, writing under his ministrations but he knows he doesn’t have enough time to explore her the way he wants, to marvel at the feel of her so hot pressed against his palm.
He rubs his cock against her, moving his hips ever so slightly, feeling her thick moisture even through the fabric. All he wanted was to be inside of her. Not think about the consequences of something for once in what felt like ages. Maybe it’s the spirit of this place that convinces him to make less than shrewd decisions. His hands dip and slide around the rounded curves of Shepard’s hips, before he simply slides her underwear aside, lifts slightly and then he’s easing inside of her. A choked moan, wracked with desire falls out, climbing up from of his chest, splaying the topography of his lust bare and carnal before him. Where his heart starts beating a melody tempered by ritualistic drums, that tell him to bury himself within the clenched walls grasping his cock - hot, wet and more saccharine than he could have ever imagined.
Shepard groans out, long, low and delightfully obscene as he sinks into her completely. Her hands trying to touch him everywhere, he feels them slide down his thighs, reaching behind herself trying to control his enthusiastic thrusts up into her without success. It’s beautiful. She’s more than beautiful like this. There is something ethereal about her that mesmerizes him, perched up upon his lap, taking him fully into her cunt. His face finds itself nestled into the crook of her neck, sucking at the flesh with a fury he knows will leave a mark. That gives him more satisfaction that it should. The thought of Shepard walking around tomorrow with a bright slightly dulled purple mark etched into her brown skin, caused by the heat of their passion. Kaidan grips her hips harder.
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Seven
anonymous
April 12 2013, 01:55:11 UTC
“Oh, Shepard,” he whispers into her flesh, trying to convince himself that he’s not dreaming by pulling her down against him harder, “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this. How hard it’s been just to watch you.”
Shepard reaches back and grabs at his hair, gripping him tight, pulling his face to hers so she can collapse her lips over his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” she moans past his tongue, straight into the heart of him.
The Shepard of his fantasies pales in comparison to the real thing working his cock in her like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. Her hips rolling against his, whimpers of pleasure tumbling out of her unashamedly urging him on. Sanguine blooms inside of her flesh, running it way up her body, the flush of it along with the new coat of moisture cast across her frame. He can’t think, can barely breath when Shepard twists her pelvis just so and he’s deeper inside of her. She lets out a sharp cry, nails catching him.
“Say my name,” he demands, stilling his thrusts. He needs to hear it, needs to hear her say it. To know it’s him making her feel like this, him causing those wonderful sounds falling out of her mouth. That he’s the one running hands along her devout body, pouring his hedonistic manifestation into her flesh. “Please.
She angles her face up, stares straight into his eyes and breathes out, “Kaidan, please don’t stop.”
He starts back up, harsher than before, wanting it so bad it physically hurts him as he tries to clench his eyes shut against it. Trapping her arms under his own, slamming her back against him, angling his hips up even higher. Several more well timed strokes through her silken heat and he feels her starting to tighten around him, knowing she’s close, “Meera,” he says her name under his breath testing it out, letting the syllables linger against his lips, causing her to moan out before she captures her bottom lip between her teeth, pink painted across her mouth and probably along his own as well. “Let go. Don’t fight it. I want to hear you.”
The moans start low in her throat, mixing alongside her harsh breaths. She’s swinging her head from side to side like a mad woman, one of his hands releases its grip around her, slipping back down her panties, rubbing her clit with his thumb enjoying the way she melts like butter underneath his light touches “Yes, oh fuck.” The groan escapes Shepard’s mouth before she can lift her free hand to cover it. Kaidan rips his hands from her quim and grabs her fingers back under his, holding her steady. Let everyone in the club hear them, hear her shameless moans, quickening as his pace becomes frenzied.
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Eight
anonymous
April 12 2013, 01:59:53 UTC
“You’re so perfect.” And he means it, because she has always been perfect to him. From the minute he saw her bright eyes and sweet smile, caught in quiet moments, late nights in the mess. Wishing she would let him inside of her universe, tell him all of her secrets. He wants to know all of her.
Shepard starts shaking her head as if to say: no, you’re wrong; I’m not. She’s arching her back away from him, as much as she can while pinned, one of her arms inching out of his hold, stretching to grab a hold of his hair as she brings her hips back down on his cock again and again. Moans trip out of her lips freely, the delectable sound of flesh meeting flesh orchestrating the symphony of their coupling.
Kaidan moves a hand up her clavicle, pushing her back into his chest, turning her chin forcing her to meet his eyes, “Yes, you are. You feel so amazing wrapped around me. So hot and wet and perfect.”
Shepard lays her head back, mouth open wide, screams and tenses, her fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. He stays still, letting her ride it out and takes a breath before he fucks up into her again.
Then, a sharp beep chimes around them.
Shepard exhales breathlessly, sagging her head back against his shoulder, “Your thirty minutes is up.”
“You haven’t gotten up yet,” he points out, kissing his way across her shoulder.
She’s rolling her hips again, stretching around his length, “You should hurry then, someone could walk in here at any second.” The slow deliberate way she says the words shoots a shiver up his spine.
He kisses her face sweetly, feather light, then he grips her wrists behind her back, bending her body forward, watching her ass bounce down on his. With her completely at his mercy it’s easier for him to maneuver himself into her body, angling so he slips deeper inside of her once more, he knows he’s found a sweet spot as she starts letting out small hysterical cries.
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Kaidan mocks her, smirking when she lets out another low moan. He can hear the sounds he’s making, low primal growls. Shepard starts to fuck back onto his cock again, trying to pull her wrists out of his grasp to no avail. Making her moan louder. “For someone to walk in and see you getting fucked. To watch you come all over my cock again.” A sharp shove of her hips, willing him to thrust into her is his answer.
He watches himself disappear in and out of her, slowing down his hips a bit, almost pulling out completely, then slamming her back down. Shepard whimpers, she doesn’t struggle against his grip much now, but still tries to adjust her hips the way she wants, to show him that she’s still in charge no doubt. He doesn’t mind and lets her, he would follow this woman into hell, all she had to do was ask and he was hers.
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Nine
anonymous
April 12 2013, 02:02:16 UTC
The pressure between his hips resurfaces, fire licking its way up his body, devouring him with the flames. Starfire runs hot through his veins, wine and water set alight inside of his skin. Pieces of their symphony come to a descent together, Shepard is playing his name against her tongue on repeat, her staccato breaths reaching a riveting crescendo as he plays her with deft fingers. Shepard’s screams are desperate now, bleeding into tempestuous sobs and he can feel her start to spasm around his cock, milking him with her walls, her body arched over his lap full of tension before she goes limp. Kaidan feels his own climax emerging within his body as he uses her to reach it, pounding her sweet, honeyed heat over and over with her wrists still imprisoned by his hands, clenching hard enough to bruise, until Shepard whispers in that soft voice of hers:
“Kaidan, come for me.”
Then it’s all bright lights and waves washing over his flesh in tandem. He goes rigid, stilling inside of her at the deepest point right before he drapes his torso over hers and collapses into the warm body under his.
iii.
“Wow.” Shepard is tracing patterns into his flesh, a content smile on her face that gives him an underserved feeling of accomplishment.
“Wow is right.” His lips drag along the ridges of her collarbone, followed by his fingers exploring her flesh. “Why do it?” He asks suddenly, disturbing the silence. She’s put on her blonde curly mass of hair before perching herself back over his lap, he pushes it aside to place his lips on her shoulder.
“Would you believe me if I said I enjoyed it?” She twists back to face him and he doesn’t answer just waits for her to explain, “In here, I’m not Commander Shepard, the galaxy’s only hope for salvation. Or Meera trying to outrun her parents’ shadow. I’m just Belle. A woman with killer self-confidence and amazing legs. That’s it. No one expects anything from me here. I like that.”
“I can respect that.”
She doesn’t seem to hear him with her eyes glazed over, probably remembering some distant past she’s tried to repress. It was a look he knew well. She continues: “I used to come here when I was 17 and on the run from the responsibility of living up to my parents expectations. I wasn’t stupid enough to go into the Terminus, but I wanted adventure. I wanted to do something for myself, just once. Is that horrible?”
“Not at all.” They could have walked past each other years ago and he would have never known. No, if he had seen her he would have known. Shepard was too beautiful to forget. Kaidan decides not to tell her about his time after BaAT, he feels as if it would ruin the mood. He wants to savor her some more. “You are full of surprises.”
Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Final
anonymous
April 12 2013, 02:03:14 UTC
“I’ve thought about you too.” It comes out of nowhere. Shepard isn’t even looking at him; rather she’s looking down at the designs she is trying to etch in his am. At his silence she continues, “Like that.”
“Why did you say anything?”
“Because I’m your commanding officer.” Shepard answers simply.
“Regs were meant to be broken.”
She laughs, a loud laughs that comes right up from her stomach “This coming from Mr. Kaidan ‘I probably have alliance regs tattooed on my back’ Alenko.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” There is a pause, a comfortable one, made for contemplation. Her skin smells like it’s been steeped in honey and milk and salt, and he says without thought. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Oh no, did I just say that? Stupid idiot. Kaidan thinks, shutting his eyes, now hoping that that was a dream.
He feels Shepard stiffen before she clears her throat and speaks, “What did you just say?” Shepard turns to look at him and it’s like she’s looking into him, even with her false eyes she can see through him.
“It’s not because of this, well not completely.” She doesn’t stop staring. Kaidan’s voice becomes frantic. “You don’t even have to say anything back. I just needed you to hear it. Or something like that.”
Shepard pulls her lips in and nods once, then kisses his cheek. “I should go before someone actually comes looking for me. Thanks for a good time, Staff Lieutenant.” She gets up, giving him a pat on the leg; a cool pushing it’s way into his body as she moves away. “See you back on the ship. You know, I’m thinking we should keep this is our little secret.” She says, hesitating in the doorframe.
When she walks around the stage, slowly dropping to her knees she hardly seems out of breath; fully in control. The patrons stick their chits enthusiastically into slots surrounding the lit platform. Putting up their offering to please their merciful goddess.
Kaidan finally finds his voice when can see that dimple in the small of her back as she crawls along the stage and says before he loses his nerve, “What does a guy have to do to get a girl like you?”
Shepard laughs lightly with a hint of practiced flirtation, bending over to stroke hand down a turian’s faceplate. “I don’t usually see people after hours these days.” She starts to turn around, and it’s happening in slow motion, her curls spilling over her shoulder, pink lips set into a seductive smirk, “But for a voice like that I might make an exc -.” It’s then that she spots him, her face a mix of surprise and horror, her eyes widen and they stare into each other locked in a standstill. He wonders which one of them will make the first move.
Shepard sucks in a breath and immediately stands, then she’s glaring at him. She lifts herself up easily, never taking her eyes off of him once. There are boos and disappointed groans as she exits the stage in a flurry, with red cheeks. Kaidan releases the breath he supposed he started holding as soon as he had opened his mouth to her. Why had he even said anything? He should have just kept to himself to watch her body glide along the stage floor, now who knows what kind of complications this would cause for them. For him. What if she ordered off the ship? He needed to nip this in the bud now. To talk to her before things became awkward.
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“Alenko? Never thought I’d see you in here again. Seen your face on the vids.” Dev starts, cleaning out a glass with a towel.
“How much?” Kaidan cuts straight to the point.
Dev, who Kaidan knows has always been sharp, gets it immediately, “I thought you weren’t into meaningless sex anymore?”
“How. Much.” He edges out through gritted teeth, gripping the underside of the bar.
“Way above an alliance marine’s pay grade that’s for sure.” Dev replies with a smirk.
“Try me.” Kaidan is starting to get impatient, the longer this takes the less likely he is going to have the chance to get Shepard to sit down and talk to him.
“Oh right, I forgot your family is loaded.” Dev motions someone over, before looking back to Kaidan, “You have thirty minutes.”
ii.
Light filters into the darkened room when the door opens making Kaidan look up from his place at an armchair. Shepard lithe silhouette is visible before her face is, her arms clasped around herself. She still wears the same uniform she did on the stage and Kaidan tries not to stare, even though he’s pretty sure he fails at it and she doesn’t really seem notice his gaze in the murky atmosphere regardless. She hesitates at the archway before shuffling in on her toes and locking the door behind her. This close to her he can see her eyes are their usual viridian, instead they remind him of freshly turned soil hidden behind dark coal lashes. Her lips are painted pink like usual though, he takes a bit of comfort in that little bit of familiarity to the woman he thought he had figured out. She walks up to him without a word and they just stare at each other, again waiting for someone to make the first move. This time he does.
“Shepard,” Kaidan starts,
“It’s Belle,” Shepard snaps, frowns at him, then pinches the bridge of her nose. “Here, it’s Belle.”
“I just don’t understand. Shepard, what are you do -”
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Shepard walks forward some more and comes to kneel between his legs, a long finger pressing itself to his lips. “Shh, don’t say anything.” Her fingers dance along the waistband of his trousers. Kaidan tries to control his raising chest, with unsatisfactory results. Wasn’t he supposed to be talking to her? It was suddenly too hard to think about anything but her fingers almost touching his skin and her tongue rushing out to wet her lips. It does take much for her to make quick work of his belt before slipping them down his legs letting them, along with his boxers pool around his ankles; allowing his hardened cock spring free.
“It’s bigger than I expected.” is all she whispers with a saccharine smile, lowering her mouth and sucking at his hip bone, fingers sliding underneath his shirt, running up his chest. Then she kisses the head of his cock tenderly, blinking up at him with feigned innocence under her lashes before she swallows him down with that hot, wet mouth of hers and his breath stops, mouth drying out as his arms grip the armrests of the easy chair.
His head falls back as he lifts up his hips to fuck her mouth. She doesn’t restrain him only bends her head to follow the motion, her tongue swirling around as her nails start to dig into his chest. The pain twining into the pleasure, making him cry out. Shepard is still staring at him when he lolls his head back down to watch her. Bright doe eyes that don’t look right on her, they should be the color of fresh sea moss, like in the dreams he’s had of her where she’s moaning around his cock.
“I’ve thought about you,” Kaidan gulps when he confesses to her, his thighs shaking under her fingers, as they trail down, leaving bright blooming red marks in their wake, “Like this.”
“Have you?” She mutters distractedly. Shepard licks up the side of his cock, with that wicked smile of hers that grips him harder than her mouth ever could, filling him with desire.
What she’s doing with her mouth strikes him as some sort of high art form, her tongue painting motifs on the underside of his length. A pressure is starting to build between his hips, she starts sucking him harder and he feels long fingers wrap around the base where her mouth can’t touch, making sure he’s completely wrapped by her. He’s struggling not to breathe and pass out, clenching his jaw as he watches her smile when a pink tongue slips out. It’s building, more and more an -
“Stop.” Kaidan pushes Shepard back harshly by her shoulders before he can release inside of her mouth. Shepard’s lips release him with an audible pop, which makes him feel much better than it should. It’s gleaming with the sheen of saliva around it, mixed with a bit of his pre-come, as it hits his chest.
Shepard blinks a few times in confusion, “What?”
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“Shepard,” He pulls her up by the wrists so that she stands over him, she follows without protest with that perplexed expression still etched across her features, “Can I tell you something off the record?”
She arches a brow and says with snark returning, “I’m sure we’re past off the record, Staff Lieutenant.”
He traces the pads of his fingers up the back of her thighs; the softness he finds in her body mesmerizes him. “I want to fuck you,” It comes out simply as if it was talking about something as mundane as a traffic report. He can barely recognize his own voice, discolored by his lust into something low and gravely.
That makes her tense up slightly and he’s afraid that she will just punch him before she walks out by the look on her face. Yet, she doesn’t budge and he’s feeling particularly adventurous so he doesn’t stop where he knows he should. Treading forward into dangerous grounds. He takes the wig off of her head, revealing her short softly curling black hair underneath. “Shepard, not Belle.” he clarifies. Shepard doesn’t say anything, just stares and it’s unnerving. He wants to know what she’s thinking, what’s going on inside of her head, which isn’t much different to how he feels when he looks at her usually, “I - I just thought I’d put it out there. Now seemed like the perfect time.”
“We shou - shouldn’t.” Her voice breaks along with the character she’s constructed, when he slides his finger across the wet center perched above the valley between her thighs because he knows it won’t take much more to convince her. Her trembling voice tipping him off.
“Then tell me you don’t want to.” Kaidan starts massaging her through her underwear, thick moistness saturating the fabric, “Tell me no and I’ll stop. You can walk out right now and I’ll pretend this never happened. Or you can stay and let me fuck you.”
Shepard clenches her eyes as she lets him touch her, pushing her face into her palms, moaning as she grinds her hips against his hand. He palms one lacy bra cup, enjoying the feel of her breast under his palm when it spills out of its confinement. It fits perfectly between his fingers as he touches her, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She moans a bit louder as a conformation, so he drags her closer with the hand he’s placed at the back of her thighs.
“You can’t because you know you want it,” Kaidan says. She nods without taking her hands from her face and he leans up closer to her, “I want to hear you say it.”
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He turns her around, runs a hand down her back tracing the knobs of her spine and drops her down on his lap, pinning her hands to her sides, feels himself brush against her sex. All he can think about is her, her perfect angular face, her dusty brown skin, and those soft beautiful moans he wants to transform into lust filled screams. Shepard starts to rock her pelvis into his, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.
Kaidan pushes his hands down her body, feeling corded muscle trapped underneath soft flesh, mesmerized by the way she moves, “You’re so wet,” he tells her, hand shoved down into her panties now, slipping his fingers past her outer lips, finding her clit with his thumb. She coats him with her honey then traps his hand between her thighs as she closes them together, riding his fingers with wanton abandon. Shepard throws her head back again, baring her neck as she bites down on her lip. He feels a rush predatory want when he slips a finger past her entrance. She feels amazing and so deliciously tight, writing under his ministrations but he knows he doesn’t have enough time to explore her the way he wants, to marvel at the feel of her so hot pressed against his palm.
He rubs his cock against her, moving his hips ever so slightly, feeling her thick moisture even through the fabric. All he wanted was to be inside of her. Not think about the consequences of something for once in what felt like ages. Maybe it’s the spirit of this place that convinces him to make less than shrewd decisions. His hands dip and slide around the rounded curves of Shepard’s hips, before he simply slides her underwear aside, lifts slightly and then he’s easing inside of her. A choked moan, wracked with desire falls out, climbing up from of his chest, splaying the topography of his lust bare and carnal before him. Where his heart starts beating a melody tempered by ritualistic drums, that tell him to bury himself within the clenched walls grasping his cock - hot, wet and more saccharine than he could have ever imagined.
Shepard groans out, long, low and delightfully obscene as he sinks into her completely. Her hands trying to touch him everywhere, he feels them slide down his thighs, reaching behind herself trying to control his enthusiastic thrusts up into her without success. It’s beautiful. She’s more than beautiful like this. There is something ethereal about her that mesmerizes him, perched up upon his lap, taking him fully into her cunt. His face finds itself nestled into the crook of her neck, sucking at the flesh with a fury he knows will leave a mark. That gives him more satisfaction that it should. The thought of Shepard walking around tomorrow with a bright slightly dulled purple mark etched into her brown skin, caused by the heat of their passion. Kaidan grips her hips harder.
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“Oh, Shepard,” he whispers into her flesh, trying to convince himself that he’s not dreaming by pulling her down against him harder, “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this. How hard it’s been just to watch you.”
Shepard reaches back and grabs at his hair, gripping him tight, pulling his face to hers so she can collapse her lips over his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” she moans past his tongue, straight into the heart of him.
The Shepard of his fantasies pales in comparison to the real thing working his cock in her like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. Her hips rolling against his, whimpers of pleasure tumbling out of her unashamedly urging him on. Sanguine blooms inside of her flesh, running it way up her body, the flush of it along with the new coat of moisture cast across her frame. He can’t think, can barely breath when Shepard twists her pelvis just so and he’s deeper inside of her. She lets out a sharp cry, nails catching him.
“Say my name,” he demands, stilling his thrusts. He needs to hear it, needs to hear her say it. To know it’s him making her feel like this, him causing those wonderful sounds falling out of her mouth. That he’s the one running hands along her devout body, pouring his hedonistic manifestation into her flesh. “Please.
She angles her face up, stares straight into his eyes and breathes out, “Kaidan, please don’t stop.”
He starts back up, harsher than before, wanting it so bad it physically hurts him as he tries to clench his eyes shut against it. Trapping her arms under his own, slamming her back against him, angling his hips up even higher. Several more well timed strokes through her silken heat and he feels her starting to tighten around him, knowing she’s close, “Meera,” he says her name under his breath testing it out, letting the syllables linger against his lips, causing her to moan out before she captures her bottom lip between her teeth, pink painted across her mouth and probably along his own as well. “Let go. Don’t fight it. I want to hear you.”
The moans start low in her throat, mixing alongside her harsh breaths. She’s swinging her head from side to side like a mad woman, one of his hands releases its grip around her, slipping back down her panties, rubbing her clit with his thumb enjoying the way she melts like butter underneath his light touches “Yes, oh fuck.” The groan escapes Shepard’s mouth before she can lift her free hand to cover it. Kaidan rips his hands from her quim and grabs her fingers back under his, holding her steady. Let everyone in the club hear them, hear her shameless moans, quickening as his pace becomes frenzied.
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Shepard starts shaking her head as if to say: no, you’re wrong; I’m not. She’s arching her back away from him, as much as she can while pinned, one of her arms inching out of his hold, stretching to grab a hold of his hair as she brings her hips back down on his cock again and again. Moans trip out of her lips freely, the delectable sound of flesh meeting flesh orchestrating the symphony of their coupling.
Kaidan moves a hand up her clavicle, pushing her back into his chest, turning her chin forcing her to meet his eyes, “Yes, you are. You feel so amazing wrapped around me. So hot and wet and perfect.”
Shepard lays her head back, mouth open wide, screams and tenses, her fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. He stays still, letting her ride it out and takes a breath before he fucks up into her again.
Then, a sharp beep chimes around them.
Shepard exhales breathlessly, sagging her head back against his shoulder, “Your thirty minutes is up.”
“You haven’t gotten up yet,” he points out, kissing his way across her shoulder.
She’s rolling her hips again, stretching around his length, “You should hurry then, someone could walk in here at any second.” The slow deliberate way she says the words shoots a shiver up his spine.
He kisses her face sweetly, feather light, then he grips her wrists behind her back, bending her body forward, watching her ass bounce down on his. With her completely at his mercy it’s easier for him to maneuver himself into her body, angling so he slips deeper inside of her once more, he knows he’s found a sweet spot as she starts letting out small hysterical cries.
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Kaidan mocks her, smirking when she lets out another low moan. He can hear the sounds he’s making, low primal growls. Shepard starts to fuck back onto his cock again, trying to pull her wrists out of his grasp to no avail. Making her moan louder. “For someone to walk in and see you getting fucked. To watch you come all over my cock again.” A sharp shove of her hips, willing him to thrust into her is his answer.
He watches himself disappear in and out of her, slowing down his hips a bit, almost pulling out completely, then slamming her back down. Shepard whimpers, she doesn’t struggle against his grip much now, but still tries to adjust her hips the way she wants, to show him that she’s still in charge no doubt. He doesn’t mind and lets her, he would follow this woman into hell, all she had to do was ask and he was hers.
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“Kaidan, come for me.”
Then it’s all bright lights and waves washing over his flesh in tandem. He goes rigid, stilling inside of her at the deepest point right before he drapes his torso over hers and collapses into the warm body under his.
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“Wow.” Shepard is tracing patterns into his flesh, a content smile on her face that gives him an underserved feeling of accomplishment.
“Wow is right.” His lips drag along the ridges of her collarbone, followed by his fingers exploring her flesh. “Why do it?” He asks suddenly, disturbing the silence. She’s put on her blonde curly mass of hair before perching herself back over his lap, he pushes it aside to place his lips on her shoulder.
“Would you believe me if I said I enjoyed it?” She twists back to face him and he doesn’t answer just waits for her to explain, “In here, I’m not Commander Shepard, the galaxy’s only hope for salvation. Or Meera trying to outrun her parents’ shadow. I’m just Belle. A woman with killer self-confidence and amazing legs. That’s it. No one expects anything from me here. I like that.”
“I can respect that.”
She doesn’t seem to hear him with her eyes glazed over, probably remembering some distant past she’s tried to repress. It was a look he knew well. She continues: “I used to come here when I was 17 and on the run from the responsibility of living up to my parents expectations. I wasn’t stupid enough to go into the Terminus, but I wanted adventure. I wanted to do something for myself, just once. Is that horrible?”
“Not at all.” They could have walked past each other years ago and he would have never known. No, if he had seen her he would have known. Shepard was too beautiful to forget. Kaidan decides not to tell her about his time after BaAT, he feels as if it would ruin the mood. He wants to savor her some more. “You are full of surprises.”
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“Why did you say anything?”
“Because I’m your commanding officer.” Shepard answers simply.
“Regs were meant to be broken.”
She laughs, a loud laughs that comes right up from her stomach “This coming from Mr. Kaidan ‘I probably have alliance regs tattooed on my back’ Alenko.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” There is a pause, a comfortable one, made for contemplation. Her skin smells like it’s been steeped in honey and milk and salt, and he says without thought. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” Oh no, did I just say that? Stupid idiot. Kaidan thinks, shutting his eyes, now hoping that that was a dream.
He feels Shepard stiffen before she clears her throat and speaks, “What did you just say?” Shepard turns to look at him and it’s like she’s looking into him, even with her false eyes she can see through him.
“It’s not because of this, well not completely.” She doesn’t stop staring. Kaidan’s voice becomes frantic. “You don’t even have to say anything back. I just needed you to hear it. Or something like that.”
Shepard pulls her lips in and nods once, then kisses his cheek. “I should go before someone actually comes looking for me. Thanks for a good time, Staff Lieutenant.” She gets up, giving him a pat on the leg; a cool pushing it’s way into his body as she moves away. “See you back on the ship. You know, I’m thinking we should keep this is our little secret.” She says, hesitating in the doorframe.
“My lips are sealed, Commander.”
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