MASS EFFECT ANDROMEDA: 'Reckless Abandon'
Title: Reckless Abandon
Pairing: Pathfinder Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Wordcount: 2,560
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. In a nomad, no less.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
"We should have sex in it," he said to her, straightfaced.
"Excuse me?"
Reyes and Sara stood next to her nomad, the deep tones of its black and blue metal plating glinting in the Kadara sun. It was parked next to the forward station in the center of Ditaeon.
Drack and Vetra were walking a perimeter, slowly looping around the outpost's structures. Ostensibly, they were looking to question suppliers, but in reality, they were simply giving the couple a touch of privacy after they'd pulled up to find Reyes leaning negligently against the rail outside the main building.
"Your nomad, we should fuck in it," he said, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"What? No! Why?"
"Why not?"
"Because that's stupid. These things aren't built with a lot of space inside. The only way it could possibly work is if we sat up front. We might even have to leave the doors open..."
"Sounds like a plan to me, " he said, moving closer to peer in through the tinted windows.
"Reyes. You're kidding, right? Tell me you're kidding."
"I'm serious as a heart attack. I want to. That way, you'll be unable to think about anything but me while you're tearing off across the planets you explore." He was only half-kidding. Nomad or no, she had to feel it, too, the urgency, the invisible tether that stretched between them, drawing them together. They hadn't seen each other in weeks and his hunger for her had built into a living thing he was incapable of controlling for much longer. She looked like she was close to giving in, so he pressed on. "Come on. Let's go for a spin, find somewhere off the beaten path, and do it."
Her teeth sank into her full lower lip as she considered his request. Seconds ticked by before she shook her head, laughing as she gave him the answer he wanted. "I must be crazy. You're crazy, but hell, I'm game."
He grinned.
She tapped at her omni-tool. "Vetra? Reyes and I are going to go for a drive. Give us an hour or so and we'll be back."
"Fine." The extreme eye roll that accompanied the turian's words was obvious, even over comms.
Sara looked at him questioningly as he moved to the driver's side.
"Just getting the door for you," he said, trying to suppress the smile pulling at his mouth. It wasn't strictly necessary, seeing as the doors were keyed to open automatically at their approach, but he was still able to assist her as she climbed in, which allowed him to feel he'd made an attempt at being a gentleman, at least.
Walking around to the other side, he got into the front passenger seat, strapping in as she powered it up.
It was roomier inside than he'd thought it would be and also somewhat dark, the only sources of illumination being the control panel and the minimal sunlight that filtered in through the nomad's front window paneling.
They rolled away from the outpost, and Sara floored it, the engine roaring at the added fuel intake and launching them airborne before slamming them back to the ground.
He allowed himself to enjoy the ride, for a few minutes, watching the landscape go by in a blur before he grew restless. "Can I drive?"
Her expression became almost comical in her incredulity. "Nobody drives this puppy but me. Nobody."
He sighed loudly, allowing disappointment to color his tone. "It's just something I've always wanted to do. There were only a couple of these on the Nexus while I was there but we weren't allowed to touch them." He was manipulating her desire to please him and he knew it. Sure, he wanted to drive, but the aspiration to do so had only just come over him.
She made an angry face before slamming on the brakes. When the rover came to a skidding halt, she turned to him as she unstrapped herself. "You owe me twice, now, Vidal. Don't think I'm not keeping track."
A slow smile spread over his face. "Of course. You know I'm good for it."
She made a huffing sound as she hopped out, and they traded places. Again, he helped her into her seat. She was such a tiny thing, he found it amusing to imagine her getting herself in without him.
He claimed the driver's seat for himself, his hands sliding over the steering wheel, caressing it like a lover. Putting it in gear, he hit the gas pedal, feeling the satisfying lurch as the vehicle powered forward. He headed toward northern Haarfel. "You should get out of that armor while I drive us somewhere less conspicuous."
She hesitated, looking at him as she nervously rubbed her hands against her thighs.
He gave her a hungry look, conveying everything he wanted through his eyes.
With trembling hands, she unstrapped herself and reached for her seals.
He debated whether to keep his eyes on the terrain and save her unveiling for when it was complete, or to watch as she removed each and every piece. Ultimately, he opted for the former, listening to every wriggle, every whisper of fabric, and every loud breath she took as she shimmied her way out of her armor, and, he assumed, the combat suit she wore beneath it. Each sound was a tease, adding to his already considerable appetite for her.
He drove them up a trail that led along the side of a rocky mountain range, parking on the shady side among a few rock formations and a large geyser, in a place he knew they wouldn't have to worry as much about being bothered by the local wildlife.
Cutting the engine, he turned to find her still in a bra and panties. She was either too shy to wait for him completely naked, or she was generous enough to give him something to pull off of her himself. Both notions caused his stomach to clench, and unbuckling his harness, he pulled her onto his lap.
Her head almost reached the ceiling, but it turned out there was ample room for her to fit, and for her knees to slide on either side of his hips.
Hugging her to his chest, his mouth brushed hers, giving her just the softest whisper of a kiss. She pressed against it, mouth opening in invitation. He cupped the side of her face with his hand, thumb sweeping against her damp lips as he allowed the kiss to deepen. She licked her way into his mouth, and he accepted her, tongue rolling against hers in welcome before he sucked her in, drawing on her pink tongue with gentle pulls.
She groaned into his mouth, no doubt feeling their kiss throughout her body, the same as he.
She tasted like sweet fascination, memories of everything that mattered, soft whispers and lingering looks that filled every moment he could steal from her.
They deserved more time, so he could fill hours with nothing but breath-stopping kisses, free of the need to move on to the next step so quickly. But even as the thought blew across his consciousness, his free hand was trailing over warm skin, down a gently rolling shoulder, along her upper chest, feeling her heart slam against his palm.
He rubbed his open hand over her breasts, still stuck inside the sensible bra she favored over anything fancy. Almost as an afterthought, he decided to let her keep it on, enjoying the feel of her through the thin cotton. She arched her back, bringing her flesh closer, enticing his fingers to her nipples. He pinched and pulled at them, seeking to reward her generosity with maximum stimulus. He grasped at the tiny buds until she was squirming against him, satisfied in the knowledge that he'd made a part of her just as hard and achy as he felt himself.
He continued to hold her head with one hand, keeping her mouth within the snare of his own, while the other moved down, flattening over her strong stomach and finding the top of her panties. He lightly traced his fingers down, giving the softest of touches to the sensitive area between her thighs.
She pushed into him, silently begging for more.
And he wanted all of it, all of her pleasure, all of her secrets, to feel the hottest parts of her, and take all of her gasps and shudders, to steal her breath and her reason, to overwhelm her completely. Moving his fingers down, he found the band of elastic where the material met her left leg. He pushed his way under the fabric, moving it aside to give him access to what they both wanted. He traced a single fingertip down her slit, gathering her wetness, then dragged it back up, bumping against the bundle of nerves at the top of her folds.
Her mouth broke free from his as she gasped, and he looked through narrowed eyes to see the wildness inside of hers.
He brought his finger up to his lips, and stuck two inside his mouth, moaning low at the taste of her. When he'd slicked them up with his saliva, he reached back down, watching her hands clench into fists on his jacket-covered chest as he pushed both fingers into her. She was snug and scalding hot, and he set about coaxing her open. His fingers stroked inside her passage, working together to caress deep, then separating, trying to stretch resisting muscles as she started to move, riding his hand, slowly at first, before gaining speed. He felt her body begin to suck at his fingers, welcoming him in, and he turned his hand so his thumb could reach her clit, brushing against her in a quick dance that had her mouth falling open. He knew exactly how to play her, how much pressure and speed to employ, and he leaned forward, retaking her lips as she convulsed, her body clenching around his fingers.
Without really giving her any time to recover, he went for the top of her panties with both hands, trying to help her get them off. He needed them out of the way, and after watching her struggle with them for a moment, he moved to help her turn on his lap.
"Here. We'll get better leverage if you turn and face the front." His voice sounded like a deep, rumbling growl to his own ears.
She wriggled around, her ass sliding against his crotch, and presented the smooth span of her back to him. Her hips lifted and then she bent forward as she pushed the offending garment down and off. He set a hand on her back, holding her in place as he opened his belt. She remained still, so he used both hands on his zip, pulling his aching flesh free.
"Gil is seriously going to murder me when he finds out that I had sex in here," she said, low.
"Nah. He'll probably just be sore he didn't think of it, first." He didn't want to talk about Gil, or anyone. He just wanted to watch as she sat up, her back arching away from him as her hands braced against the dashboard.
Moving one hand down under her right thigh, he pulled her up, using his other hand to guide his cock toward her. He slipped along her wet softness, and notched himself against her, knowing the unnatural angle was only going to make her sweeter. He guided her down onto him, and she helped, pushing back as he slid achingly slowly into her hot body. She took him in slow increments, rocking her hips in an effort to welcome him inside. When he hilted, she made the most wonderful noise, a soft, sweet cry that tightened his chest and threatened to end what they had going far too soon. He took a deep breath, held it for one, two, three, before releasing it.
Gaining control, he set his hands, one remained beneath her right thigh, and the other he placed along her left side, just under her ribcage. He started to move, and she joined in, realizing all the possibilities their position afforded them. He used his hold on her to help set a steady pace, working his hips up each time he brought her down on him, pushing inside her body before pulling her nearly off his shaft. He grunted as his movements increased under her working hips as she bounced herself on his lap, setting a frantic rhythm that sent pulses of electricity through every nerve ending in his body. He bucked his hips up into her, watching her ass move on him as she took him with small lunges. Unable to continue to share the lead, his hold tightened, moving to capture her waist and hold her steady. He thrust up into her softness, pushing himself harder and faster, gripping her tightly as the tension built low in his belly. He was just starting to fear that he'd reach the end without her when he felt her hands clench on his arms, her head falling back as she gripped his cock with strong contractions. Pushing through her body's ecstatic exertions, he let himself go, abandoning all control of his actions as his vision dimmed, his body shuddered, and his climax surged from deep inside him. He spilled himself inside her in a violent body-shaking rush.
He couldn't breath for a moment. He wanted to recover, but he also wanted to remain, just as he was, for ever.
After only a very short while, she shifted, pulling her sheath from him and leaving him cold and bereft. She turned sideways, one arm moving around behind his shoulders and the other moving to brush a soft hand against his still-clothed chest. She sighed happily.
Looking at her love-softened features, he felt elation and contentment wash over him. "That was one for the history books."
She laughed, "You can be so corny sometimes. I love it."
He felt the smile slip from his face and he looked into her deep, beautiful eyes.
She met his gaze directly, but as she noticed his serious expression, the amusement left her, too."We should get back," she said.
"Yeah," he agreed, but neither of them moved.
His hand slid softly down her back, running over her silken skin. "Ever think about where you're going to settle when all this pathfinding business is over?"
"Sometimes. I don't know."
"I thought you said Kadara was your favorite? You certainly find more than your fair share of reasons to visit..," he trailed off, his tone teasing.
"Hey, I told you, if Kadara is my favorite planet, it's got everything to do with the Port, the climate, the geysers, and the landscape, and nothing at all to do with you."
He tightened his hold on her, squeezing until she squeaked.
For him there was no question, this planet, this woman, this was home. He could only be grateful to her for making it that way.
Pairing: Pathfinder Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Wordcount: 2,560
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. In a nomad, no less.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
"We should have sex in it," he said to her, straightfaced.
"Excuse me?"
Reyes and Sara stood next to her nomad, the deep tones of its black and blue metal plating glinting in the Kadara sun. It was parked next to the forward station in the center of Ditaeon.
Drack and Vetra were walking a perimeter, slowly looping around the outpost's structures. Ostensibly, they were looking to question suppliers, but in reality, they were simply giving the couple a touch of privacy after they'd pulled up to find Reyes leaning negligently against the rail outside the main building.
"Your nomad, we should fuck in it," he said, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively.
"What? No! Why?"
"Why not?"
"Because that's stupid. These things aren't built with a lot of space inside. The only way it could possibly work is if we sat up front. We might even have to leave the doors open..."
"Sounds like a plan to me, " he said, moving closer to peer in through the tinted windows.
"Reyes. You're kidding, right? Tell me you're kidding."
"I'm serious as a heart attack. I want to. That way, you'll be unable to think about anything but me while you're tearing off across the planets you explore." He was only half-kidding. Nomad or no, she had to feel it, too, the urgency, the invisible tether that stretched between them, drawing them together. They hadn't seen each other in weeks and his hunger for her had built into a living thing he was incapable of controlling for much longer. She looked like she was close to giving in, so he pressed on. "Come on. Let's go for a spin, find somewhere off the beaten path, and do it."
Her teeth sank into her full lower lip as she considered his request. Seconds ticked by before she shook her head, laughing as she gave him the answer he wanted. "I must be crazy. You're crazy, but hell, I'm game."
He grinned.
She tapped at her omni-tool. "Vetra? Reyes and I are going to go for a drive. Give us an hour or so and we'll be back."
"Fine." The extreme eye roll that accompanied the turian's words was obvious, even over comms.
Sara looked at him questioningly as he moved to the driver's side.
"Just getting the door for you," he said, trying to suppress the smile pulling at his mouth. It wasn't strictly necessary, seeing as the doors were keyed to open automatically at their approach, but he was still able to assist her as she climbed in, which allowed him to feel he'd made an attempt at being a gentleman, at least.
Walking around to the other side, he got into the front passenger seat, strapping in as she powered it up.
It was roomier inside than he'd thought it would be and also somewhat dark, the only sources of illumination being the control panel and the minimal sunlight that filtered in through the nomad's front window paneling.
They rolled away from the outpost, and Sara floored it, the engine roaring at the added fuel intake and launching them airborne before slamming them back to the ground.
He allowed himself to enjoy the ride, for a few minutes, watching the landscape go by in a blur before he grew restless. "Can I drive?"
Her expression became almost comical in her incredulity. "Nobody drives this puppy but me. Nobody."
He sighed loudly, allowing disappointment to color his tone. "It's just something I've always wanted to do. There were only a couple of these on the Nexus while I was there but we weren't allowed to touch them." He was manipulating her desire to please him and he knew it. Sure, he wanted to drive, but the aspiration to do so had only just come over him.
She made an angry face before slamming on the brakes. When the rover came to a skidding halt, she turned to him as she unstrapped herself. "You owe me twice, now, Vidal. Don't think I'm not keeping track."
A slow smile spread over his face. "Of course. You know I'm good for it."
She made a huffing sound as she hopped out, and they traded places. Again, he helped her into her seat. She was such a tiny thing, he found it amusing to imagine her getting herself in without him.
He claimed the driver's seat for himself, his hands sliding over the steering wheel, caressing it like a lover. Putting it in gear, he hit the gas pedal, feeling the satisfying lurch as the vehicle powered forward. He headed toward northern Haarfel. "You should get out of that armor while I drive us somewhere less conspicuous."
She hesitated, looking at him as she nervously rubbed her hands against her thighs.
He gave her a hungry look, conveying everything he wanted through his eyes.
With trembling hands, she unstrapped herself and reached for her seals.
He debated whether to keep his eyes on the terrain and save her unveiling for when it was complete, or to watch as she removed each and every piece. Ultimately, he opted for the former, listening to every wriggle, every whisper of fabric, and every loud breath she took as she shimmied her way out of her armor, and, he assumed, the combat suit she wore beneath it. Each sound was a tease, adding to his already considerable appetite for her.
He drove them up a trail that led along the side of a rocky mountain range, parking on the shady side among a few rock formations and a large geyser, in a place he knew they wouldn't have to worry as much about being bothered by the local wildlife.
Cutting the engine, he turned to find her still in a bra and panties. She was either too shy to wait for him completely naked, or she was generous enough to give him something to pull off of her himself. Both notions caused his stomach to clench, and unbuckling his harness, he pulled her onto his lap.
Her head almost reached the ceiling, but it turned out there was ample room for her to fit, and for her knees to slide on either side of his hips.
Hugging her to his chest, his mouth brushed hers, giving her just the softest whisper of a kiss. She pressed against it, mouth opening in invitation. He cupped the side of her face with his hand, thumb sweeping against her damp lips as he allowed the kiss to deepen. She licked her way into his mouth, and he accepted her, tongue rolling against hers in welcome before he sucked her in, drawing on her pink tongue with gentle pulls.
She groaned into his mouth, no doubt feeling their kiss throughout her body, the same as he.
She tasted like sweet fascination, memories of everything that mattered, soft whispers and lingering looks that filled every moment he could steal from her.
They deserved more time, so he could fill hours with nothing but breath-stopping kisses, free of the need to move on to the next step so quickly. But even as the thought blew across his consciousness, his free hand was trailing over warm skin, down a gently rolling shoulder, along her upper chest, feeling her heart slam against his palm.
He rubbed his open hand over her breasts, still stuck inside the sensible bra she favored over anything fancy. Almost as an afterthought, he decided to let her keep it on, enjoying the feel of her through the thin cotton. She arched her back, bringing her flesh closer, enticing his fingers to her nipples. He pinched and pulled at them, seeking to reward her generosity with maximum stimulus. He grasped at the tiny buds until she was squirming against him, satisfied in the knowledge that he'd made a part of her just as hard and achy as he felt himself.
He continued to hold her head with one hand, keeping her mouth within the snare of his own, while the other moved down, flattening over her strong stomach and finding the top of her panties. He lightly traced his fingers down, giving the softest of touches to the sensitive area between her thighs.
She pushed into him, silently begging for more.
And he wanted all of it, all of her pleasure, all of her secrets, to feel the hottest parts of her, and take all of her gasps and shudders, to steal her breath and her reason, to overwhelm her completely. Moving his fingers down, he found the band of elastic where the material met her left leg. He pushed his way under the fabric, moving it aside to give him access to what they both wanted. He traced a single fingertip down her slit, gathering her wetness, then dragged it back up, bumping against the bundle of nerves at the top of her folds.
Her mouth broke free from his as she gasped, and he looked through narrowed eyes to see the wildness inside of hers.
He brought his finger up to his lips, and stuck two inside his mouth, moaning low at the taste of her. When he'd slicked them up with his saliva, he reached back down, watching her hands clench into fists on his jacket-covered chest as he pushed both fingers into her. She was snug and scalding hot, and he set about coaxing her open. His fingers stroked inside her passage, working together to caress deep, then separating, trying to stretch resisting muscles as she started to move, riding his hand, slowly at first, before gaining speed. He felt her body begin to suck at his fingers, welcoming him in, and he turned his hand so his thumb could reach her clit, brushing against her in a quick dance that had her mouth falling open. He knew exactly how to play her, how much pressure and speed to employ, and he leaned forward, retaking her lips as she convulsed, her body clenching around his fingers.
Without really giving her any time to recover, he went for the top of her panties with both hands, trying to help her get them off. He needed them out of the way, and after watching her struggle with them for a moment, he moved to help her turn on his lap.
"Here. We'll get better leverage if you turn and face the front." His voice sounded like a deep, rumbling growl to his own ears.
She wriggled around, her ass sliding against his crotch, and presented the smooth span of her back to him. Her hips lifted and then she bent forward as she pushed the offending garment down and off. He set a hand on her back, holding her in place as he opened his belt. She remained still, so he used both hands on his zip, pulling his aching flesh free.
"Gil is seriously going to murder me when he finds out that I had sex in here," she said, low.
"Nah. He'll probably just be sore he didn't think of it, first." He didn't want to talk about Gil, or anyone. He just wanted to watch as she sat up, her back arching away from him as her hands braced against the dashboard.
Moving one hand down under her right thigh, he pulled her up, using his other hand to guide his cock toward her. He slipped along her wet softness, and notched himself against her, knowing the unnatural angle was only going to make her sweeter. He guided her down onto him, and she helped, pushing back as he slid achingly slowly into her hot body. She took him in slow increments, rocking her hips in an effort to welcome him inside. When he hilted, she made the most wonderful noise, a soft, sweet cry that tightened his chest and threatened to end what they had going far too soon. He took a deep breath, held it for one, two, three, before releasing it.
Gaining control, he set his hands, one remained beneath her right thigh, and the other he placed along her left side, just under her ribcage. He started to move, and she joined in, realizing all the possibilities their position afforded them. He used his hold on her to help set a steady pace, working his hips up each time he brought her down on him, pushing inside her body before pulling her nearly off his shaft. He grunted as his movements increased under her working hips as she bounced herself on his lap, setting a frantic rhythm that sent pulses of electricity through every nerve ending in his body. He bucked his hips up into her, watching her ass move on him as she took him with small lunges. Unable to continue to share the lead, his hold tightened, moving to capture her waist and hold her steady. He thrust up into her softness, pushing himself harder and faster, gripping her tightly as the tension built low in his belly. He was just starting to fear that he'd reach the end without her when he felt her hands clench on his arms, her head falling back as she gripped his cock with strong contractions. Pushing through her body's ecstatic exertions, he let himself go, abandoning all control of his actions as his vision dimmed, his body shuddered, and his climax surged from deep inside him. He spilled himself inside her in a violent body-shaking rush.
He couldn't breath for a moment. He wanted to recover, but he also wanted to remain, just as he was, for ever.
After only a very short while, she shifted, pulling her sheath from him and leaving him cold and bereft. She turned sideways, one arm moving around behind his shoulders and the other moving to brush a soft hand against his still-clothed chest. She sighed happily.
Looking at her love-softened features, he felt elation and contentment wash over him. "That was one for the history books."
She laughed, "You can be so corny sometimes. I love it."
He felt the smile slip from his face and he looked into her deep, beautiful eyes.
She met his gaze directly, but as she noticed his serious expression, the amusement left her, too."We should get back," she said.
"Yeah," he agreed, but neither of them moved.
His hand slid softly down her back, running over her silken skin. "Ever think about where you're going to settle when all this pathfinding business is over?"
"Sometimes. I don't know."
"I thought you said Kadara was your favorite? You certainly find more than your fair share of reasons to visit..," he trailed off, his tone teasing.
"Hey, I told you, if Kadara is my favorite planet, it's got everything to do with the Port, the climate, the geysers, and the landscape, and nothing at all to do with you."
He tightened his hold on her, squeezing until she squeaked.
For him there was no question, this planet, this woman, this was home. He could only be grateful to her for making it that way.