Blueshift - 2/?
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April 23 2013, 02:49:31 UTC
Shepard fights to keep her face straight in the elevator. She resorts to counting her breaths, slow, even exhales that kept her expression impassive. Kaidan stands at parade rest, gaze fixed on an unknown spot. His expression is even, but he practically vibrates.
She follows close behind as they walk into her cabin, the constant push-pull tension of their emotions keeping them tethered. When the doors shut behind her, Kaidan turns on his heel, snapping to face her. There's a rebellious flash to his eyes, a message Shepard does not mistake.
I'm not apologizing, they say.
That's all right. The last thing Shepard wants is an apology.
Shepard lets the moment dangle, imagines the tension like the bits of flotsam caught in biotic fields. Kaidan still won't speak, stays steady and unrepentant as he waits for her move.
She unclasps her left gauntlet. The snick of each undone seal echoes through the chamber. At the last, the gauntlet thumps to the floor.
Kaidan doesn't move, but his eyes drift to her fingers, watching her work her right gauntlet's clasps. Shepard’s eyes never leave his face, and she spots a wrinkle forming between his brows.
Once the right gauntlet joins the left, Shepard pulls off her left glove, finger by finger. Kaidan's lips part oh-so-slightly, his mouth curling into itself. The left glove, then the right, joins the gauntlets.
With aching slowness, Shepard reaches out and brushes his cheek with the back of her hand. His stubble scrapes her skin, and Shepard almost strokes his cheek.
Instead, the hard crack of her palm rings through the cabin, the slap sending him reeling. Kaidan takes a half-step back to steady himself, his eyes never leaving her hand. Finger-marks of red rush to the surface.
She flicks a glance at her dropped armor. “Pick those up.”
He fights himself for a moment before his eyes roll back and he sinks to his knees, scrambling to obey. The one shuddering breath he releases goes straight to her clit, but she refuses to let that distract her.
Shepard leans in and threads her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Her fingers coil tight right before she yanks his head back, earning her a startled yelp. He pushes closer, nuzzling into her fingers even as her other hand grips his jaw and poses his head, forces him to meet her gaze. "What do you say when I give you an order?"
She’s cool as a war room sit rep, while his next breath hitches and shakes. “Y-Yes, Commander,” he whispers, and blue lights glimmer across his eyes.
The way he’s staring, wide-eyed and longing, has Shepard smiling in spite of herself. "Good boy."
His eyes snap closed, and she watches him force down the full-body shudder as she strokes his hair. A gentler tug brings Kaidan back to a standing position, and he dumps her armor on the desk. “Hands and legs apart.”
This time his Yes, Commander, rises to his lips almost unbidden as he steps into position.
Her fingers skim over the clasps of his armor. Shepard keeps her touch light and impersonal, and Kaidan, to his credit, doesn't try to move closer. He moves even before she has to ask, turning wrists and stepping out of his boots.
This is one of her favorite rituals of theirs, watching Kaidan struggle to keep his head above water while she strips him bare. Maybe it’s the symbolism, or maybe it’s just the slow release, the pressure-cooker atmosphere, that sinks his mind and sets her clit buzzing.
It's their first time with him in full combat gear, and the extra layers draw out the agony. A shock of blue skitters at the edge of her sight. Already his eyes are taking on that heavy-lidded glaze she loves, when he's fighting not to sink to his knees and bury his tongue between her legs, simply because his obedience pleases her more.
Her pussy actually clenches at the thought. She knows where tonight's taking them both.
Shepard's fingers linger when she reaches his codpiece, fidgeting with the clasps, even cupping the hard plastic with her hands. Kaidan's eyes are slits, his breath whistling through his teeth. When the codpiece snaps loose, it's practically thrown from his body, and his cock strains furiously against the skintight under-suit.
She follows close behind as they walk into her cabin, the constant push-pull tension of their emotions keeping them tethered. When the doors shut behind her, Kaidan turns on his heel, snapping to face her. There's a rebellious flash to his eyes, a message Shepard does not mistake.
I'm not apologizing, they say.
That's all right. The last thing Shepard wants is an apology.
Shepard lets the moment dangle, imagines the tension like the bits of flotsam caught in biotic fields. Kaidan still won't speak, stays steady and unrepentant as he waits for her move.
She unclasps her left gauntlet. The snick of each undone seal echoes through the chamber. At the last, the gauntlet thumps to the floor.
Kaidan doesn't move, but his eyes drift to her fingers, watching her work her right gauntlet's clasps. Shepard’s eyes never leave his face, and she spots a wrinkle forming between his brows.
Once the right gauntlet joins the left, Shepard pulls off her left glove, finger by finger. Kaidan's lips part oh-so-slightly, his mouth curling into itself. The left glove, then the right, joins the gauntlets.
With aching slowness, Shepard reaches out and brushes his cheek with the back of her hand. His stubble scrapes her skin, and Shepard almost strokes his cheek.
Instead, the hard crack of her palm rings through the cabin, the slap sending him reeling. Kaidan takes a half-step back to steady himself, his eyes never leaving her hand. Finger-marks of red rush to the surface.
She flicks a glance at her dropped armor. “Pick those up.”
He fights himself for a moment before his eyes roll back and he sinks to his knees, scrambling to obey. The one shuddering breath he releases goes straight to her clit, but she refuses to let that distract her.
Shepard leans in and threads her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. Her fingers coil tight right before she yanks his head back, earning her a startled yelp. He pushes closer, nuzzling into her fingers even as her other hand grips his jaw and poses his head, forces him to meet her gaze. "What do you say when I give you an order?"
She’s cool as a war room sit rep, while his next breath hitches and shakes. “Y-Yes, Commander,” he whispers, and blue lights glimmer across his eyes.
The way he’s staring, wide-eyed and longing, has Shepard smiling in spite of herself. "Good boy."
His eyes snap closed, and she watches him force down the full-body shudder as she strokes his hair. A gentler tug brings Kaidan back to a standing position, and he dumps her armor on the desk. “Hands and legs apart.”
This time his Yes, Commander, rises to his lips almost unbidden as he steps into position.
Her fingers skim over the clasps of his armor. Shepard keeps her touch light and impersonal, and Kaidan, to his credit, doesn't try to move closer. He moves even before she has to ask, turning wrists and stepping out of his boots.
This is one of her favorite rituals of theirs, watching Kaidan struggle to keep his head above water while she strips him bare. Maybe it’s the symbolism, or maybe it’s just the slow release, the pressure-cooker atmosphere, that sinks his mind and sets her clit buzzing.
It's their first time with him in full combat gear, and the extra layers draw out the agony. A shock of blue skitters at the edge of her sight. Already his eyes are taking on that heavy-lidded glaze she loves, when he's fighting not to sink to his knees and bury his tongue between her legs, simply because his obedience pleases her more.
Her pussy actually clenches at the thought. She knows where tonight's taking them both.
Shepard's fingers linger when she reaches his codpiece, fidgeting with the clasps, even cupping the hard plastic with her hands. Kaidan's eyes are slits, his breath whistling through his teeth. When the codpiece snaps loose, it's practically thrown from his body, and his cock strains furiously against the skintight under-suit.
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