The Cards We're Dealt 2/?
anonymous
October 30 2014, 23:34:08 UTC
Her hair was still a little damp when he strolled through the door with a big crooked grin on his face. She rolled her eyes at him, hands on hips. She had on a tight white tank top and black shorts. He was a little surprised that she had bothered putting on clothes; she was all about efficiency.
"Cervesa?" she asked as she led him down the steps to her small sitting area. Data pads littered her coffee table.
"No, I'm good."
"How do you want to do this?" she chuckled awkwardly.
"I only have ten minutes, right?" he asked, hovering close to the steps. He was nervous and had no idea what to do, where to stand, or how to approach her.
"Give or take..."
"Ha, you finally lost! Guess you were right about your luck running out. Although, if you ask me, I think it's only improving," he winked.
"Not from where I'm standing," she bit back. Her arms were crossed in front of her obstructing his view, head tilted to the side in typical Shepard fashion.
"Ouch...talk about a sore loser. Although, if you ask me, you'll be even more sore tomorrow."
"Good thing I didn't! Your time's ticking, you gonna stand there yapping or are you gonna claim your winnings?"
"We don't have to if you don't want to," James finally said with a cheeky grin on his face.
"You think I'm the kind of Spectre that wiggles out of a deal?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Of course not. Just thought I'd offer you an out. You know, for the record," he replied with complete sincerity.
He liked her. But than again, who didn't? He had thought about bedding her more than once, taking her up against her fish tank, on his workbench, in the kodiak, but he didn't want her to feel obligated to do so. He only wanted her if she wanted him. No ploys, no regrets.
"If you don't get your ass over here and fuck me stupid...I'm gonna throw my next hand to Joker," she quipped, her eyes tightening with purpose.
"What? You threw your hand? You mean...no?! You lost on purpose? Bullshit!" A perplexed look crossed his face as he contemplated whether or not she was lying. "Surely, she didn't lose so I'd sleep with her?" he mused. "That sounds like something I would do, but not her. She could have anyone she wanted with a simple look. Although...I do keep turning her down...she's just fucking with you bro."
"You think I'm that kinda girl?" she asked flashing him an innocent smirk.
"Hell yes!"
"You think I cheated? Oh no...guess I'll need to be taught a lesson, Mr. Vega," she teased as she inched her way closer to him. She could almost feel the heat escaping from his body.
"I should've known...the First Human Spectre doesn't lose."
"No, it's just that even if I 'lose', I WIN!! I'm that damn good!"
In all honesty, he had no intention of actually sleep with her when he pressed the button on the elevator to her cabin. He hoped it would happen, but he hoped for that every night. He was expecting for them to have a good laugh about it, have a few drinks, maybe give the crew a good show the next morning.
Hearing her admission and seeing the look of desire on her face sparked something in him that he could not control. Their lips were locked together before he realized what had happened. His meaty hand was pressed taut between her shoulder blades pulling her close, the other, on the small of her back. Hers were fisted in his shirt.
She tasted like vanilla, smooth and sweet. She smelled like it too. Her tongue was warm on his as they tried to devour the other. Heavy, passionate, deep. Her breathy pants mingled with his when he broke away for air, crystal blue eyes begging him for more.
"Why do you smell..."
"...like vanilla?" She finished his question. "My aunt sent me cupcake mix for my birthday, and if I hoped to have any, I had to cook them up here," she explained.
"Sorry, all I heard was cupcakes," said James.
"I already ate them all, Lieutenant."
"Goddammit! Guess I'll have to settle for eating you!"
"JAMES!?" she huffed.
"Shepard?" he huffed back. "Bet you taste like vanilla," he said under his breath causing them to share a deep laugh.
"Cervesa?" she asked as she led him down the steps to her small sitting area. Data pads littered her coffee table.
"No, I'm good."
"How do you want to do this?" she chuckled awkwardly.
"I only have ten minutes, right?" he asked, hovering close to the steps. He was nervous and had no idea what to do, where to stand, or how to approach her.
"Give or take..."
"Ha, you finally lost! Guess you were right about your luck running out. Although, if you ask me, I think it's only improving," he winked.
"Not from where I'm standing," she bit back. Her arms were crossed in front of her obstructing his view, head tilted to the side in typical Shepard fashion.
"Ouch...talk about a sore loser. Although, if you ask me, you'll be even more sore tomorrow."
"Good thing I didn't! Your time's ticking, you gonna stand there yapping or are you gonna claim your winnings?"
"We don't have to if you don't want to," James finally said with a cheeky grin on his face.
"You think I'm the kind of Spectre that wiggles out of a deal?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"Of course not. Just thought I'd offer you an out. You know, for the record," he replied with complete sincerity.
He liked her. But than again, who didn't? He had thought about bedding her more than once, taking her up against her fish tank, on his workbench, in the kodiak, but he didn't want her to feel obligated to do so. He only wanted her if she wanted him. No ploys, no regrets.
"If you don't get your ass over here and fuck me stupid...I'm gonna throw my next hand to Joker," she quipped, her eyes tightening with purpose.
"What? You threw your hand? You mean...no?! You lost on purpose? Bullshit!" A perplexed look crossed his face as he contemplated whether or not she was lying. "Surely, she didn't lose so I'd sleep with her?" he mused. "That sounds like something I would do, but not her. She could have anyone she wanted with a simple look. Although...I do keep turning her down...she's just fucking with you bro."
"You think I'm that kinda girl?" she asked flashing him an innocent smirk.
"Hell yes!"
"You think I cheated? Oh no...guess I'll need to be taught a lesson, Mr. Vega," she teased as she inched her way closer to him. She could almost feel the heat escaping from his body.
"I should've known...the First Human Spectre doesn't lose."
"No, it's just that even if I 'lose', I WIN!! I'm that damn good!"
In all honesty, he had no intention of actually sleep with her when he pressed the button on the elevator to her cabin. He hoped it would happen, but he hoped for that every night. He was expecting for them to have a good laugh about it, have a few drinks, maybe give the crew a good show the next morning.
Hearing her admission and seeing the look of desire on her face sparked something in him that he could not control. Their lips were locked together before he realized what had happened. His meaty hand was pressed taut between her shoulder blades pulling her close, the other, on the small of her back. Hers were fisted in his shirt.
She tasted like vanilla, smooth and sweet. She smelled like it too. Her tongue was warm on his as they tried to devour the other. Heavy, passionate, deep. Her breathy pants mingled with his when he broke away for air, crystal blue eyes begging him for more.
"Why do you smell..."
"...like vanilla?" She finished his question. "My aunt sent me cupcake mix for my birthday, and if I hoped to have any, I had to cook them up here," she explained.
"Sorry, all I heard was cupcakes," said James.
"I already ate them all, Lieutenant."
"Goddammit! Guess I'll have to settle for eating you!"
"JAMES!?" she huffed.
"Shepard?" he huffed back. "Bet you taste like vanilla," he said under his breath causing them to share a deep laugh.
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