Good News 2/5 (Traynor/OC asari)
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May 9 2014, 16:45:07 UTC
Sam shakes her head, thinking clearly becoming very difficult with Nel’s tongue tracing along the outside of her ear. “Hold up a second.” The asari backs off, but only slightly, the heat of her body highly distracting. “Why were you waiting for me? Wasn’t I here, available?”
“It might have seemed that way on the surface,” she smiles, and damn, she has such a pretty smile, “But I think maybe you’ve been hung up on somebody else. Somebody from the Normandy perhaps?”
“No, I wasn’t,” she denies, perhaps a bit too quickly, before pausing to think. She’d never slept with anyone on the ship, but maybe Nel isn’t totally wrong. There’d been so many amazing people there, some of them female people… Okay, she’d had some crushes. Shepard, sure, like half of everybody else, and Liara was so cute with her, and Ashley, even though she was totally straight, and EDI’s body might have been metal, but she had that voice, and… She takes a deep breath and kisses Nelia on the lips again, softer and slower this time. “It’s in the past. I want you now.”
The asari’s hands start running over her blue shirt. “And that’s why I waited for you to kiss me first.”
“I appreciate your patience.” Sam traces her fingers over the smooth skin of Nelia’s crest. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever felt before and she can’t stop herself from exploring all the little textures she finds, gliding over scales and tips. Nelia sighs happily at first, and then laughs. “Having fun?” Sam blushes. “Sorry, I’m usually much smoother than this.”
“You’re doing fine.” Nelia’s slim, teal fingers start to run underneath the swell of her breasts and Sam moans, but when the asari starts to unbutton her blouse, she stops her.
“Wait. Not here.”
“Why not?” Nelia’s tongue runs up her neck. “It’s not like we’re going to get in trouble for doing it in the office. It’s our company, silly.”
“I know.” It’s hard to breath normally let alone make coherent arguments right now, but she forces herself to try. “I really like you, Nel. I don’t want our first time to be a quickie on the conference table. I want a big bed where we can take our time and where,” she adds hesitantly, “You can stay the night if you want.”
With a final kiss on her earlobe, the asari pulls away. “Deal. I like you too, Sam. Just one condition though: we’re taking a cab. I intended to distract you all the way back to your apartment.”
No sooner does the taxi door close behind them when Nelia starts making good on her promise, running her hand up and down Sam’s leg. “340 Spearbird Street,” the human gasps out as nimble fingers start to move perilously far above her knee.
“Uh, sure,” the purple-skinned asari driving the cab acknowledges before looking in the rear-view mirror, drawn by the chocked sound of Sam’s voice. Nel’s hand darts back off her leg, but as soon as the driver returns her gaze to the sky-way, it starts caressing her again. Her business partner leans over to give her a kiss, but when her fingers make their way further up her thigh, she starts suspecting it’s just a convenient way to muffle her cries. Sam moans softly into Nel’s mouth, and when a finger presses against her through her underwear, it almost becomes a scream.
Feeling Sam’s lust spike, Nelia backs off, leaving the human panting. “You play dirty,” the human whispers raggedly.
“You have no idea.” The driver flashes them a disapproving glare and Nel returns her that playful smile she has, the one that helped convince her to leave a nice, safe job at Stellar Integration and start their own company together. “We’ll be good,” Nel promises, and the driver shakes her head, muttering something about horny maidens.
“It might have seemed that way on the surface,” she smiles, and damn, she has such a pretty smile, “But I think maybe you’ve been hung up on somebody else. Somebody from the Normandy perhaps?”
“No, I wasn’t,” she denies, perhaps a bit too quickly, before pausing to think. She’d never slept with anyone on the ship, but maybe Nel isn’t totally wrong. There’d been so many amazing people there, some of them female people… Okay, she’d had some crushes. Shepard, sure, like half of everybody else, and Liara was so cute with her, and Ashley, even though she was totally straight, and EDI’s body might have been metal, but she had that voice, and… She takes a deep breath and kisses Nelia on the lips again, softer and slower this time. “It’s in the past. I want you now.”
The asari’s hands start running over her blue shirt. “And that’s why I waited for you to kiss me first.”
“I appreciate your patience.” Sam traces her fingers over the smooth skin of Nelia’s crest. It’s not quite like anything she’s ever felt before and she can’t stop herself from exploring all the little textures she finds, gliding over scales and tips.
Nelia sighs happily at first, and then laughs. “Having fun?”
Sam blushes. “Sorry, I’m usually much smoother than this.”
“You’re doing fine.” Nelia’s slim, teal fingers start to run underneath the swell of her breasts and Sam moans, but when the asari starts to unbutton her blouse, she stops her.
“Wait. Not here.”
“Why not?” Nelia’s tongue runs up her neck. “It’s not like we’re going to get in trouble for doing it in the office. It’s our company, silly.”
“I know.” It’s hard to breath normally let alone make coherent arguments right now, but she forces herself to try. “I really like you, Nel. I don’t want our first time to be a quickie on the conference table. I want a big bed where we can take our time and where,” she adds hesitantly, “You can stay the night if you want.”
With a final kiss on her earlobe, the asari pulls away. “Deal. I like you too, Sam. Just one condition though: we’re taking a cab. I intended to distract you all the way back to your apartment.”
No sooner does the taxi door close behind them when Nelia starts making good on her promise, running her hand up and down Sam’s leg. “340 Spearbird Street,” the human gasps out as nimble fingers start to move perilously far above her knee.
“Uh, sure,” the purple-skinned asari driving the cab acknowledges before looking in the rear-view mirror, drawn by the chocked sound of Sam’s voice. Nel’s hand darts back off her leg, but as soon as the driver returns her gaze to the sky-way, it starts caressing her again. Her business partner leans over to give her a kiss, but when her fingers make their way further up her thigh, she starts suspecting it’s just a convenient way to muffle her cries. Sam moans softly into Nel’s mouth, and when a finger presses against her through her underwear, it almost becomes a scream.
Feeling Sam’s lust spike, Nelia backs off, leaving the human panting. “You play dirty,” the human whispers raggedly.
“You have no idea.” The driver flashes them a disapproving glare and Nel returns her that playful smile she has, the one that helped convince her to leave a nice, safe job at Stellar Integration and start their own company together. “We’ll be good,” Nel promises, and the driver shakes her head, muttering something about horny maidens.
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also if this is 2/5 there have to be 3 more?
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(that I get for not browsing the page but only opening new comments)
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