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...
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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