Re: Back and Forth 4/5
anonymous
January 30 2014, 01:26:23 UTC
When her shudders ceased, Sam got back to her feet, shrugging off the remains of her uniform and leaving herself clad in only her high leather boots. Walking back over to Shepard, she let out a satisfied sigh, emphasizing that relief that could be Shepard’s if she would just behave. “I am glad to hear some honesty out of you at last,” she declared. “I think that deserves a small reward.”
Kneeling down, Sam reached up between Shepard’s legs and slid her panties off of her. They were soaked with her arousal, and Sam grinned mischievously. “I see you were being truthful.” She pushed the hem of the mini-dress up to Shepard’s waist, allowing her easier access, and she started planning kisses on the tops of her captive’s thighs.
As welcome as she could tell the contact was, in her needy state, her lover needed more, and Sam leaned down and placed a single wet kiss on the shaft of Shepard’s throbbing clit. The Spectre let out a sharp cry of pleasure and Sam could tell how close to the edge her little show had pushed her lover, how easy it would be for her to send the commander over.
But not quite yet. Not until she got what she wanted. Sam stood up, but she replaced her mouth with her hand, letting her fingers rest lightly on Shepard’s clit, a promise of more pleasure if she complied. “So, to return to the question at hand,” she said calmly, as if her digits were not ever so lightly caressing her lover’s bud, “What is the best example of late 20th century Earth science fiction?”
Shepard looked up at her, desperation clear in her green eyes. “Star…”, she gasped.
“Yes, my dear?”, Sam asked. She could hear the ragged edge in Shepard’s voice. She was certain she had her.
Just a little longer. “Star Wars.” It took every ounce of discipline she could find, but Shepard managed to say the words, even knowing what would come next.
Gah! Sam growled with frustration and pulled her fingers off of Shepard, stomping away from her lover. Tapping her heel with frustration on the floor as she waited for a change of heart, she snorted, “Just how long do you think you can hold out, you damn Federation tramp?”
Back and Forth 5/5
anonymous
February 1 2014, 17:42:27 UTC
The words sounded strong and confidant, and Sam swallowed hard before turning slowly around. Somehow, Shepard had gotten free of the ropes and now her lover was standing directly behind her, a look of unparalleled hunger on her face. Sam shivered as Shepard grabbed her, pulling her naked body into her arms for a ferocious kiss.
A tongue slid past her lips, and despite her urge to complain that Shepard was breaking the rules, Samantha rapidly found herself swept away in the sheer passion of her lover’s embrace. A strong hand massaged her breast and she heard herself moaning into Shepard’s mouth. Despite the fun she had had putting on that show for her girlfriend, she was too turned on for it to have sated her fully and she was desperate for the pleasure that she knew Shepard could give her.
Satisfied that Sam was enjoying her turning of the tables, Shepard interlaced their legs, grinding her aching clit against her lover’s skin even as she pushed her own thigh against the specialist’s damp sex. It had taken some doing to get free of the ropes, particularly without Sam noticing, but her infiltrator training served her well, and the specialist had been good enough to distract herself a few times.
Feeling Sam wet against her leg, Shepard couldn’t stop herself from doing more, dropping two fingers down to penetrate her lover. Sam whimpered, “How?”, and Shepard growled, “Never underestimate Starfleet training. And now,” she added with a hint of menace, “I think you have some promises to make good on.”
Unwilling to risk doing anything that might cause Shepard to stop her thrusts inside her, Samantha hastened to reciprocate. Her fingers went to her lover’s clit and Shepard pressed forward, trapping the digits between their bodies. Her movements against the specialist’s body were frantic, and feeling the desperate need to come she had instilled in her lover alleviated some of Sam’s disappointment at failing to make Shepard concede their argument.
In truth, Shepard had been minutes away from giving up and telling Sam what she wanted to hear, and now she was almost past the point of rational thought. The specialist’s small hand stroking her needy, throbbing clit felt so unbelievably good and she knew she couldn’t last long. Pressing her clothed breasts against Sam’s bare ones, she sped up the pace of her thrusts, and as she felt Sam’s inner walls pulse around her fingers, she realized that she wouldn’t need to.
Back and Forth 6/5
anonymous
February 1 2014, 17:44:10 UTC
(Oops, ended up needing 2 posts to finish)
Samantha buried her head in the Spectre’s shoulder, letting out a series of short, sharp cries as she was taken. As much as she’d enjoyed toying with Shepard, the raw lust that she had unleashed thrilled her even more. When her lover’s fingers dragged along a particularly sensitive spot on her inner wall, Sam bit down, her teeth sinking into the tight muscles of her shoulder, and her fingertips pushed hard on the Spectre’s clit.
The extra pressure on her was too much for Shepard’s thoroughly teased body, and she screamed, letting loose an orgasmic cry that practically deafened Sam. Shepard’s strong fingers gripped her back, pulling her closer, and Traynor slumped into her girlfriend, her climax overwhelming her as her inner muscles pulsed around the fingers thrusting deep inside of her.
As desperately needed relief flooded through her body, Shepard’s legs started to give out and rather than fight it, she pulled Sam down with her onto the thick carpeting beneath them. The two lovers collapsed in a heap of sweaty arms and legs, holding each other tightly as they rode the waves of their pleasure together.
Lying panting in Shepard’s arms, Sam’s brain started to reassert itself enough for her to remember that she should be annoyed. “That may have been bloody wonderful,” she protested weakly, nipping at the Spectre’s throat, “But it was also cheating.“
“Oh was it?”, Shepard laughed, stroking her hand through Sam’s black hair.
“Absolutely,” Sam insisted. “You know damn well that I was supposed to be the Romulan interrogator and you were supposed to be the Starfleet prisoner.”
“Well, then,” Shepard teased, planting a kiss on her lips, “I guess you don’t know your Star Trek very well.” Sam started to sputter out an angry response to that grave insult, but Shepard cut her off. “After all,” she pointed out, “Doesn’t the Starfleet officer always escape?”
Sam slumped into Shepard’s embrace. Though the frustrated competitor in her wanted to complain further, her inner nerd knew that the Spectre was absolutely right. She should have seen that move coming. With acceptance came peace, however, and she returned Shepard’s kiss. “Come on,” she smiled. “Let’s get me out of these boots and go to bed.” While their argument may have been destined to remain a draw, that didn’t mean they both couldn’t win at other things. ____________________________________ So, I felt like a tie seemed most appropriate here. Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it.
Re: Back and Forth 6/5
anonymous
February 1 2014, 20:26:35 UTC
You know when I made the original prompt I wasn't even expecting it to get filled, but to see it get filled and a sequel gets me all warm inside. Now I'll go study Sam's argument more closely...
Kneeling down, Sam reached up between Shepard’s legs and slid her panties off of her. They were soaked with her arousal, and Sam grinned mischievously. “I see you were being truthful.” She pushed the hem of the mini-dress up to Shepard’s waist, allowing her easier access, and she started planning kisses on the tops of her captive’s thighs.
As welcome as she could tell the contact was, in her needy state, her lover needed more, and Sam leaned down and placed a single wet kiss on the shaft of Shepard’s throbbing clit. The Spectre let out a sharp cry of pleasure and Sam could tell how close to the edge her little show had pushed her lover, how easy it would be for her to send the commander over.
But not quite yet. Not until she got what she wanted. Sam stood up, but she replaced her mouth with her hand, letting her fingers rest lightly on Shepard’s clit, a promise of more pleasure if she complied. “So, to return to the question at hand,” she said calmly, as if her digits were not ever so lightly caressing her lover’s bud, “What is the best example of late 20th century Earth science fiction?”
Shepard looked up at her, desperation clear in her green eyes. “Star…”, she gasped.
“Yes, my dear?”, Sam asked. She could hear the ragged edge in Shepard’s voice. She was certain she had her.
Just a little longer. “Star Wars.” It took every ounce of discipline she could find, but Shepard managed to say the words, even knowing what would come next.
Gah! Sam growled with frustration and pulled her fingers off of Shepard, stomping away from her lover. Tapping her heel with frustration on the floor as she waited for a change of heart, she snorted, “Just how long do you think you can hold out, you damn Federation tramp?”
“Long enough.”
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A tongue slid past her lips, and despite her urge to complain that Shepard was breaking the rules, Samantha rapidly found herself swept away in the sheer passion of her lover’s embrace. A strong hand massaged her breast and she heard herself moaning into Shepard’s mouth. Despite the fun she had had putting on that show for her girlfriend, she was too turned on for it to have sated her fully and she was desperate for the pleasure that she knew Shepard could give her.
Satisfied that Sam was enjoying her turning of the tables, Shepard interlaced their legs, grinding her aching clit against her lover’s skin even as she pushed her own thigh against the specialist’s damp sex. It had taken some doing to get free of the ropes, particularly without Sam noticing, but her infiltrator training served her well, and the specialist had been good enough to distract herself a few times.
Feeling Sam wet against her leg, Shepard couldn’t stop herself from doing more, dropping two fingers down to penetrate her lover. Sam whimpered, “How?”, and Shepard growled, “Never underestimate Starfleet training. And now,” she added with a hint of menace, “I think you have some promises to make good on.”
Unwilling to risk doing anything that might cause Shepard to stop her thrusts inside her, Samantha hastened to reciprocate. Her fingers went to her lover’s clit and Shepard pressed forward, trapping the digits between their bodies. Her movements against the specialist’s body were frantic, and feeling the desperate need to come she had instilled in her lover alleviated some of Sam’s disappointment at failing to make Shepard concede their argument.
In truth, Shepard had been minutes away from giving up and telling Sam what she wanted to hear, and now she was almost past the point of rational thought. The specialist’s small hand stroking her needy, throbbing clit felt so unbelievably good and she knew she couldn’t last long. Pressing her clothed breasts against Sam’s bare ones, she sped up the pace of her thrusts, and as she felt Sam’s inner walls pulse around her fingers, she realized that she wouldn’t need to.
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Samantha buried her head in the Spectre’s shoulder, letting out a series of short, sharp cries as she was taken. As much as she’d enjoyed toying with Shepard, the raw lust that she had unleashed thrilled her even more. When her lover’s fingers dragged along a particularly sensitive spot on her inner wall, Sam bit down, her teeth sinking into the tight muscles of her shoulder, and her fingertips pushed hard on the Spectre’s clit.
The extra pressure on her was too much for Shepard’s thoroughly teased body, and she screamed, letting loose an orgasmic cry that practically deafened Sam. Shepard’s strong fingers gripped her back, pulling her closer, and Traynor slumped into her girlfriend, her climax overwhelming her as her inner muscles pulsed around the fingers thrusting deep inside of her.
As desperately needed relief flooded through her body, Shepard’s legs started to give out and rather than fight it, she pulled Sam down with her onto the thick carpeting beneath them. The two lovers collapsed in a heap of sweaty arms and legs, holding each other tightly as they rode the waves of their pleasure together.
Lying panting in Shepard’s arms, Sam’s brain started to reassert itself enough for her to remember that she should be annoyed. “That may have been bloody wonderful,” she protested weakly, nipping at the Spectre’s throat, “But it was also cheating.“
“Oh was it?”, Shepard laughed, stroking her hand through Sam’s black hair.
“Absolutely,” Sam insisted. “You know damn well that I was supposed to be the Romulan interrogator and you were supposed to be the Starfleet prisoner.”
“Well, then,” Shepard teased, planting a kiss on her lips, “I guess you don’t know your Star Trek very well.” Sam started to sputter out an angry response to that grave insult, but Shepard cut her off. “After all,” she pointed out, “Doesn’t the Starfleet officer always escape?”
Sam slumped into Shepard’s embrace. Though the frustrated competitor in her wanted to complain further, her inner nerd knew that the Spectre was absolutely right. She should have seen that move coming. With acceptance came peace, however, and she returned Shepard’s kiss. “Come on,” she smiled. “Let’s get me out of these boots and go to bed.” While their argument may have been destined to remain a draw, that didn’t mean they both couldn’t win at other things.
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So, I felt like a tie seemed most appropriate here. Thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it.
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