So Wrong, Yet So Right 6/?
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April 11 2013, 02:40:38 UTC
“What about Shepard?”
Anderson rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time during this meeting alone.
“Which one?”
Udina just gave him a blank look, like Anderson knew he would. As if Anderson hadn’t briefed him about this three times already.
“There is more than one?”
Anderson sighed. “John and Jane. Twins. Both career Alliance marines. Hannah Shepard’s kids, if you remember her.”
“No,” Udina said, unsurprisingly. “Well, which one is better?”
Anderson gave him a blank look of his own. “I don’t know. John opted for the biotic package and is an exceptional CQC fighter, while Jane aced every tech exam the Alliance threw at her and has one of the best shot-to-kill ratio-“
“No, no ,no!” Udina stormed, waving his hands in front of his face to stop Anderson, “Which one is more suited to become a Spectre?”
Anderson rubbed his forehead with one hand. “Neither,” he said finally, awaiting the inevitable outburst.
“Then why are their names on the list?!” Udina said, his voice dripping venom as he held up the list of Spectre candidates, smacking it with the back of his hand for added emphasis.
“Because they are the best,” Anderson said stoically, ignoring Udina’s growing frown, “And together they are practically unstoppable.”
Udina flung up his hands and swiveled around at his desk. “You are giving me a headache, Anderson, what with your talking in circles. If they are the best, why don’t you pick one?”
Anderson kept his annoyance from showing on his face, barely. “That’s just it, Ambassador. They are the best, but they come as a package deal. Not one or the other. They’ve held the same posting their entire careers in the Alliance, and they refuse the offer if it doesn’t extend to both of them.”
Udina swung his chair back around, looking up at Anderson with confusion on his face.
“That makes no sense,” he said, shaking his head, “You can just order them onto the Normandy. There is nothing they can do against it.”
“You rememeber Elysium?”
Udina scoffed and gave him an annoyed stare. “Of course I remember Elysium, I am still cleaning up that disaster, if you remember.”
Anderson nodded. “Both on shore leave when the Blitz hit. Outgunned and outmanned, those two held off the batarians with nothing but an old Mantis and a Katana. I’ve read the reports, Ambassador. Nothing can beat those two when they’re together.”
“Fine, fine,” Udina said, lowering his head and waving off Anderson’s continued explanation. “Take them both before you actually give me a headache,” he said slowly, “But you must make sure at least one of them performs admirably. I won’t waste this opportunity, Anderson.”
“They won’t disappoint,” Anderson said smartly before giving a crisp salute and turning on his heel out the door.
---
Jane fidgeted on one of their too-small bed in their too-small quarters and stared at John’s back, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was bored. And horny. A dangerous combination for her, especially since John didn’t seem to be in the mood.
She had been looking forward to the post-mission adrenaline rush John always seemed to get. It was when he came up with the best ways of dominating her. And that’s when she had her best orgasms. That was a side bonus though. Yet Eden Prime hadn’t gone as planned, what with geth, Nihlus, Jenkins, Saren, and a Prothean beacon that gave the both of them a headache and only served to increase Jane’s libido.
She sighed, loud enough so she knew John could hear her, but he didn’t move.
“I know what’ll make you feel better,” she said, breaking the silence between them. John didn’t respond, but she continued on, her voice taking a hopeful lilt, “You could tie me up, tape a vibrator on low to my clit and leave for dinner.”
John still didn’t look up, so she tried again, a little more desperately. “You could do all that, go seduce that Gunnery Chief, bring her back here hours after you left me and have her fuck me with the strap-on before pounding her from behind on top of my face,” she said, her voice still raised in the hopes that this would stir something specific in him.
Anderson rolled his eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time during this meeting alone.
“Which one?”
Udina just gave him a blank look, like Anderson knew he would. As if Anderson hadn’t briefed him about this three times already.
“There is more than one?”
Anderson sighed. “John and Jane. Twins. Both career Alliance marines. Hannah Shepard’s kids, if you remember her.”
“No,” Udina said, unsurprisingly. “Well, which one is better?”
Anderson gave him a blank look of his own. “I don’t know. John opted for the biotic package and is an exceptional CQC fighter, while Jane aced every tech exam the Alliance threw at her and has one of the best shot-to-kill ratio-“
“No, no ,no!” Udina stormed, waving his hands in front of his face to stop Anderson, “Which one is more suited to become a Spectre?”
Anderson rubbed his forehead with one hand. “Neither,” he said finally, awaiting the inevitable outburst.
“Then why are their names on the list?!” Udina said, his voice dripping venom as he held up the list of Spectre candidates, smacking it with the back of his hand for added emphasis.
“Because they are the best,” Anderson said stoically, ignoring Udina’s growing frown, “And together they are practically unstoppable.”
Udina flung up his hands and swiveled around at his desk. “You are giving me a headache, Anderson, what with your talking in circles. If they are the best, why don’t you pick one?”
Anderson kept his annoyance from showing on his face, barely. “That’s just it, Ambassador. They are the best, but they come as a package deal. Not one or the other. They’ve held the same posting their entire careers in the Alliance, and they refuse the offer if it doesn’t extend to both of them.”
Udina swung his chair back around, looking up at Anderson with confusion on his face.
“That makes no sense,” he said, shaking his head, “You can just order them onto the Normandy. There is nothing they can do against it.”
“You rememeber Elysium?”
Udina scoffed and gave him an annoyed stare. “Of course I remember Elysium, I am still cleaning up that disaster, if you remember.”
Anderson nodded. “Both on shore leave when the Blitz hit. Outgunned and outmanned, those two held off the batarians with nothing but an old Mantis and a Katana. I’ve read the reports, Ambassador. Nothing can beat those two when they’re together.”
“Fine, fine,” Udina said, lowering his head and waving off Anderson’s continued explanation. “Take them both before you actually give me a headache,” he said slowly, “But you must make sure at least one of them performs admirably. I won’t waste this opportunity, Anderson.”
“They won’t disappoint,” Anderson said smartly before giving a crisp salute and turning on his heel out the door.
---
Jane fidgeted on one of their too-small bed in their too-small quarters and stared at John’s back, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was bored. And horny. A dangerous combination for her, especially since John didn’t seem to be in the mood.
She had been looking forward to the post-mission adrenaline rush John always seemed to get. It was when he came up with the best ways of dominating her. And that’s when she had her best orgasms. That was a side bonus though. Yet Eden Prime hadn’t gone as planned, what with geth, Nihlus, Jenkins, Saren, and a Prothean beacon that gave the both of them a headache and only served to increase Jane’s libido.
She sighed, loud enough so she knew John could hear her, but he didn’t move.
“I know what’ll make you feel better,” she said, breaking the silence between them. John didn’t respond, but she continued on, her voice taking a hopeful lilt, “You could tie me up, tape a vibrator on low to my clit and leave for dinner.”
John still didn’t look up, so she tried again, a little more desperately. “You could do all that, go seduce that Gunnery Chief, bring her back here hours after you left me and have her fuck me with the strap-on before pounding her from behind on top of my face,” she said, her voice still raised in the hopes that this would stir something specific in him.
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