Re: Two of Clubs - Rolan Quarn/FShep - (5)
anonymous
June 10 2015, 16:04:27 UTC
"To think that Commander Shepard would be so flustered by a random turian flirting with her," he remarked with a quiet chuckle.
"Not many would dare, and those who dare..." she trailed off, completely unable to finish her sentence. Not willing to complete it at least.
Those who dare don't have your smoky, rasping drawl, or the enigmatic aura.
"I'm glad you're willing to make an exception for me, Shepard," he said, crossing his arms and looking up to the ceiling, leaving his fringe in full view. It was like he was posing.
He was so fucking smug.
She'd be smug too if she was a man with his voice.
DAMN IT!
"Would you be so smug if I got you thrown out of here?" She asked, feeling the beginnings of a blush cross her face. Damn her pale skin, damn her red hair.
Damn him especially.
"Possibly. I'd like to see you explain my wicked motives, right after you explain why you have a radio in your ear," he said. The way he'd lingered on 'wicked motives'...
Dear God...
"Wicked motives?" She repeated rather dumbly.
"Wicked motives," he confirmed. She could practically feel the heat his gaze held.
Shepard inhaled deeply.
"Well, since I don't see you turning me in either, I gather you're no friend of Khan's," she said in an empty attempt to try and control the conversation.
He obliged her with a brief, wicked grin. He was just playing with her.
That was the last straw.
"Fuck it," she muttered to herself. Maybe it was the alcohol she'd drank earlier, but there was the general feeling of wanting him to put his money where his mouth was.
Literally.
She yanked him by the collar, pulled him down to her level and planted her mouth on his. There was a brief moment where he was entirely frozen, a slight gasp of hot breath on her lips escaping him, before he pulled her with him into his alcove and opened his mouth, his rough, flexible tongue meeting her own.
They parted moments later, a slight look of dazed surprise on his face and a feeling of absolute triumph on her own.
"That was.. that was unexpected," he said, looking at her in complete disbelief.
"Don't start something you can't finish," she barked, feeling the tangible command in her voice. She was back. His voice had made her feel so.. it was a good feeling, that she could admit. It was nice to feel like the one being chased, even if it had been in jest. Her brief thing with Garrus had fizzled as quickly as it had began due to them both feeling their friendship was more important.
Personally, Shepard just felt that he wanted to pursue Tali. He'd certainly moved on fast enough. Perhaps, it was time for her to do the same. With a potentially compulsive lying, smooth-talking con artist though... was that much of a step up from disillusioned ex-vigilante?
She looked at his sly smirk as he regained his sense of equilibrium, his hands slowly pulling her hips into his and rolling his own back into them.
No, it was more of a step down and she didn't give a damn. The bulge in his trousers only emphasized that opinion.
She began sorting out the crumples and wrinkles in her blue dress with brief pats of her right hand, trying to ignore the warm gloved hands still holding onto her hips.
"I'll bear that in mind, Shepard," he drawled, the heat in his eyes undiminished.
So it hadn't been a ploy? She'll be declaring shore leave after this mission then. The crew were long overdue a break.
Re: Two of Clubs - Rolan Quarn/FShep - (6)
anonymous
June 10 2015, 16:05:32 UTC
"In answer to your question," Rolan said, rolling his thumb in slow circles at her hip, "Khan doesn't have friends. Anyone who says otherwise is deluding themselves."
"Truly?" She asked, wrapping an arm around his waist and sighing as he drew her to his chest. "So is Khan part of your game tonight?"
It was just his warmth that made her sigh, that was all. To think she'd take comfort in a con artist's embrace was ludicrous.
"No. I simply shear-- no, what do humans call it? I fleece his guests," Rolan explained, stealing a brief kiss from her when he finished.
"Then there's no harm in telling me what his weaknesses are," Shepard said, cupping his face in her hands before engaging him in a long, toe-curling exchange of saliva. His talons gently trailed through her hair before resting on her shoulders as he met her with his slightly spiced taste.
He parted from her slowly, continuing to peck at her lips as the passion of the kiss wound down.
"I've studied him. He's ruthless and rich, but not very bright. Temperamental. Doesn't deal well with the unexpected," Rolan began, shallowly grinding his groin into her own, "He's also used to letting other people handle things he doesn't understand. Like his security."
That corroborated well with what little intel Brooks had given them.
"That's quite an assessment. Do I owe you anything?" Shepard asked, her hand resting on the underside of his fringe in subtle suggestion.
The resurge of her feeling of triumph when he silently groaned and tilted his head back into her hand was immense. She rewarded him with a teasing graze of her nails against that node of nerves that had always drove Garrus mad.
"Only what you're willing to give me," he growled in that rasping voice.
He shook his head as if to clear it.
"No," he said, contradicting his lustful gaze and roaming hands which now rested firmly on her ass, "we do what we do because there are wrongs that need righting. The wrongs I address are simply pettier than yours."
Somehow that little bit of unexpected nobility coming from him was hotter than she imagined. She showed her appreciation with another kiss, his gloved talons slightly pinching into her ass as he returned her fervour.
"Shepard," Ash said over the comms, her confusion and disgust almost biting, "what are you doing?"
She didn't bother looking over at Ash. Instead she slowly backed away from Rolan's mouth, a brief flash of annoyance going through his eyes before he gave her one last smooch. She could already picture the combination of slight hurt, condemnation and discomfort she always seemed to adopt when speaking to her.
Shepard had asked Ash to help her with this mission in an attempt to bridge the gap between them. It was getting to the point where Shepard couldn't help but wonder whether it was worth even trying. Whilst she was being unprofessional, it was well known amongst the crew she didn't particularly appreciate being criticized, or being on the receiving side of a lecture whilst on duty.
Rolan quietly chuckled, and extended his arms further around her, the surprising give of his light armour proving to be quite comfortable.
"Mingling," she said after deactivating the mute function with a quick flick of her omnitool, "I'm still waiting for Brooks to give the go ahead. So please, Williams, wait for her signal and act natural, because staring at the security entrance in horror isn't natural."
With another flick, she was muted again, and she swore under her breath.
Re: Two of Clubs - Rolan Quarn/FShep - (7)/(7)
anonymous
June 10 2015, 16:07:07 UTC
"Perhaps, we should do this another time," Rolan acquiesced with a slow perusal of himself and her before his arms slowly freed her from his warm embrace.
She already felt cold.
"I'd like that," she readily agreed, already thinking of how his voice would deepen, or how it would feel if he spoke into her skin.
"Enjoy your evening, Shepard," he purred, giving her one last teasing drag of his hand across her waist and hips. He slid something into her hand before standing up completely straight and walked off in the direction of the roulette tables.
She checked her hand to find a credit chit from one of the ATMs in the casino for one million credits and her omnitool suddenly chimed.
It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Shepard. All I ask, is that you on't look for me. I will look for you at a time that is advantageous to us both. Let the small pleasures come after duty, even if they are as compelling as myself.
P.S: The credits I have given you are by no means a bribe. The previous entity whom I'd intended to lovingly donate some of the casino's funds to has rejected my aid. I trust that you'll be able to put it to good use.
Yours,
Rolan Quarn
She'd definitely have Tali check if this thing was legit. How did he get her omnitool ID? Tali had even helped her encrypt it.
Smug son of a -..
She looked up and saw Rolan toasting her from the bar, a slight smirk on his face. An asari she'd previously spoken to, a bubbly young maiden, to his right was trying to grab his attention. Poor girl.
Shepard winked and hurriedly walked back into the main area of the casino as Brooks's voice came over the comms.
"Not many would dare, and those who dare..." she trailed off, completely unable to finish her sentence. Not willing to complete it at least.
Those who dare don't have your smoky, rasping drawl, or the enigmatic aura.
"I'm glad you're willing to make an exception for me, Shepard," he said, crossing his arms and looking up to the ceiling, leaving his fringe in full view. It was like he was posing.
He was so fucking smug.
She'd be smug too if she was a man with his voice.
DAMN IT!
"Would you be so smug if I got you thrown out of here?" She asked, feeling the beginnings of a blush cross her face. Damn her pale skin, damn her red hair.
Damn him especially.
"Possibly. I'd like to see you explain my wicked motives, right after you explain why you have a radio in your ear," he said. The way he'd lingered on 'wicked motives'...
Dear God...
"Wicked motives?" She repeated rather dumbly.
"Wicked motives," he confirmed. She could practically feel the heat his gaze held.
Shepard inhaled deeply.
"Well, since I don't see you turning me in either, I gather you're no friend of Khan's," she said in an empty attempt to try and control the conversation.
He obliged her with a brief, wicked grin. He was just playing with her.
That was the last straw.
"Fuck it," she muttered to herself. Maybe it was the alcohol she'd drank earlier, but there was the general feeling of wanting him to put his money where his mouth was.
Literally.
She yanked him by the collar, pulled him down to her level and planted her mouth on his. There was a brief moment where he was entirely frozen, a slight gasp of hot breath on her lips escaping him, before he pulled her with him into his alcove and opened his mouth, his rough, flexible tongue meeting her own.
They parted moments later, a slight look of dazed surprise on his face and a feeling of absolute triumph on her own.
"That was.. that was unexpected," he said, looking at her in complete disbelief.
"Don't start something you can't finish," she barked, feeling the tangible command in her voice. She was back. His voice had made her feel so.. it was a good feeling, that she could admit. It was nice to feel like the one being chased, even if it had been in jest. Her brief thing with Garrus had fizzled as quickly as it had began due to them both feeling their friendship was more important.
Personally, Shepard just felt that he wanted to pursue Tali. He'd certainly moved on fast enough. Perhaps, it was time for her to do the same. With a potentially compulsive lying, smooth-talking con artist though... was that much of a step up from disillusioned ex-vigilante?
She looked at his sly smirk as he regained his sense of equilibrium, his hands slowly pulling her hips into his and rolling his own back into them.
No, it was more of a step down and she didn't give a damn. The bulge in his trousers only emphasized that opinion.
She began sorting out the crumples and wrinkles in her blue dress with brief pats of her right hand, trying to ignore the warm gloved hands still holding onto her hips.
"I'll bear that in mind, Shepard," he drawled, the heat in his eyes undiminished.
So it hadn't been a ploy? She'll be declaring shore leave after this mission then. The crew were long overdue a break.
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"Truly?" She asked, wrapping an arm around his waist and sighing as he drew her to his chest. "So is Khan part of your game tonight?"
It was just his warmth that made her sigh, that was all. To think she'd take comfort in a con artist's embrace was ludicrous.
"No. I simply shear-- no, what do humans call it? I fleece his guests," Rolan explained, stealing a brief kiss from her when he finished.
"Then there's no harm in telling me what his weaknesses are," Shepard said, cupping his face in her hands before engaging him in a long, toe-curling exchange of saliva. His talons gently trailed through her hair before resting on her shoulders as he met her with his slightly spiced taste.
He parted from her slowly, continuing to peck at her lips as the passion of the kiss wound down.
"I've studied him. He's ruthless and rich, but not very bright. Temperamental. Doesn't deal well with the unexpected," Rolan began, shallowly grinding his groin into her own, "He's also used to letting other people handle things he doesn't understand. Like his security."
That corroborated well with what little intel Brooks had given them.
"That's quite an assessment. Do I owe you anything?" Shepard asked, her hand resting on the underside of his fringe in subtle suggestion.
The resurge of her feeling of triumph when he silently groaned and tilted his head back into her hand was immense. She rewarded him with a teasing graze of her nails against that node of nerves that had always drove Garrus mad.
"Only what you're willing to give me," he growled in that rasping voice.
He shook his head as if to clear it.
"No," he said, contradicting his lustful gaze and roaming hands which now rested firmly on her ass, "we do what we do because there are wrongs that need righting. The wrongs I address are simply pettier than yours."
Somehow that little bit of unexpected nobility coming from him was hotter than she imagined. She showed her appreciation with another kiss, his gloved talons slightly pinching into her ass as he returned her fervour.
"Shepard," Ash said over the comms, her confusion and disgust almost biting, "what are you doing?"
She didn't bother looking over at Ash. Instead she slowly backed away from Rolan's mouth, a brief flash of annoyance going through his eyes before he gave her one last smooch. She could already picture the combination of slight hurt, condemnation and discomfort she always seemed to adopt when speaking to her.
Shepard had asked Ash to help her with this mission in an attempt to bridge the gap between them. It was getting to the point where Shepard couldn't help but wonder whether it was worth even trying. Whilst she was being unprofessional, it was well known amongst the crew she didn't particularly appreciate being criticized, or being on the receiving side of a lecture whilst on duty.
Rolan quietly chuckled, and extended his arms further around her, the surprising give of his light armour proving to be quite comfortable.
"Mingling," she said after deactivating the mute function with a quick flick of her omnitool, "I'm still waiting for Brooks to give the go ahead. So please, Williams, wait for her signal and act natural, because staring at the security entrance in horror isn't natural."
With another flick, she was muted again, and she swore under her breath.
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She already felt cold.
"I'd like that," she readily agreed, already thinking of how his voice would deepen, or how it would feel if he spoke into her skin.
"Enjoy your evening, Shepard," he purred, giving her one last teasing drag of his hand across her waist and hips. He slid something into her hand before standing up completely straight and walked off in the direction of the roulette tables.
She checked her hand to find a credit chit from one of the ATMs in the casino for one million credits and her omnitool suddenly chimed.
It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Shepard. All I ask, is that you on't look for me. I will look for you at a time that is advantageous to us both. Let the small pleasures come after duty, even if they are as compelling as myself.
P.S: The credits I have given you are by no means a bribe. The previous entity whom I'd intended to lovingly donate some of the casino's funds to has rejected my aid. I trust that you'll be able to put it to good use.
Yours,
Rolan Quarn
She'd definitely have Tali check if this thing was legit. How did he get her omnitool ID? Tali had even helped her encrypt it.
Smug son of a -..
She looked up and saw Rolan toasting her from the bar, a slight smirk on his face. An asari she'd previously spoken to, a bubbly young maiden, to his right was trying to grab his attention. Poor girl.
Shepard winked and hurriedly walked back into the main area of the casino as Brooks's voice came over the comms.
Go-time.
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Yes, a follow-up would be awesome.
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Author!anon, you are amazing! Rolan and your Shep are super sexy together. I'm loving the renegade Shep, too.
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