MASS EFFECT ANDROMEDA: 'Smuggler's Dream'
Title: Smuggler's Dream
Pairing: Pathfinder Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Wordcount: 3,200
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. It's Sara's turn to be nosey.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Reyes watched the trail of blue in the sky that ignited behind the Tempest after it entered Kadara's atmosphere and dipped low, flying in a graceful arch as it approached the Port. A feeling of well-being always came over him when he knew the Pathfinder and her team were planetside. It wasn't just anticipation of imminent time spent in Sara's company, it was simply a matter of proximity, the knowledge that she was close and not someplace out there systems away doing God-knows-what.
Ignoring the compulsion to go up to the docks to see her, he continued with his scheduled routine, stepping onto the lift that would bring him back down to the slums and Tartarus. He had business to take care of, and despite his confidence that Ryder would make time to visit with him before she left the planet, he was certain that she had her own objectives as well.
It was the cool part of early morning, before the Kadara sun had a chance to spread its warmth and push away the mild temperatures that arrived at night. In the recent summer months, each day brought with it gentle temperature fluctuations.
The club where he spent most of his time didn't abide by the Port's time cycle, so things within remained mostly the same regardless of the hour. The smell of stale beer and smoke assailed his senses and he pulled the cup of coffee he'd brought down from the markets up to his lips, swallowing a large bracing mouthful in response. He tilted his head in greeting to Kian before heading up the stairs and making his way into his private room, settling down to go over reports from the previous evening on his omni-tool. Several things demanded his attention, and before he knew it, hours had gone by.
He was considering the idea of breaking for lunch when his comm beeped.
"Reyes, can you meet me in Draullir?" It was Sara.
He felt anticipation curl low in his belly as a slow smile spread across his face, coloring his tone, he was sure. "Why don't you just come here?"
She sounded casual, if a bit impatient. "Because we both know what happens when you get me alone in your little private room, and I'd like to talk."
There was something in her words that made him overlook the tease at the start and hear the beginning sound of warning bells, but Reyes decided to appear unaffected. "We can talk or do... other things anywhere."
"Please. I'm going to leave Peebee and Drack at the outpost." She sounded like she actually thought he wasn't going to agree.
He felt like an hijo de puta for being difficult. "Of course. Whatever you want, Pathfinder."
"Find me where you met with Sloane. I'll see you soon." She cut the link before he had a chance to respond.
It was an intriguing choice as far as meeting places went, and even more intriguing for her to remember it first and foremost in regards to Sloane, considering what had transpired between the two of them directly following the exiled woman's demise, but its remoteness had made it ideal for the fateful events of that day, and if Sara was looking for privacy, Reyes conceded that it would serve more than adequately.
He used the small skiff that was his preferred means of transportation, arriving just as she pulled up in the nomad. She looked fresh and clean, like she hadn't been chasing outlaws and wildlife across the planet's surface all day, her dark hair hanging in soft waves about her shoulders, and her armor was lustrous and delightfully form-fitting.
They entered the cave together, moving of an accord to the very back to find the opening that led to the cliff's edge, taking a seat side by side. The system of caverns was nicely situated and spacious enough that Reyes made a mental note to consider repurposing it later. The interior was sheltered and cool, with a soft breeze blowing in from the direction they were facing. It was hard for him to see the place merely as the location where Sloane had fallen when it was so heavy with the memory of Sara in his arms, of victory and fruition.
The view was vast and stunning, but he turned his attention to the small but overwhelming presence of the woman beside him, noticing the troubled look on her face as she reached out to catch his gloved hand with hers.
"So... there's just a few things I'd like to ask you about. This trip has been... informative, and there are things I've been saving up, things I'd like to get out in the open before I have to leave the planet again."
"Alright." So far, not so good, he thought, curious as to what she'd seen or heard.
"I just spent some time at the Collective base here in the connecting caves. Crux seems nice. It was interesting to get the perspective of someone who considered both the Outcasts and the Collective for membership, but made her choice based on the way things were being ran by their respective leaders. Seems she appreciated your methods over those of Sloane."
"Hmm," he grunted, unable to see where this was headed just yet.
"People there were awkwardly nice to me, like they were under orders, but still, obviously uncomfortable with my presence."
"Yes, well, I wasn't lying when I said I've never been there myself."
"Yeah, I caught as much. Most of them seem like good people, but there were members beating prisoners for information." She paused, her bright eyes seeking his as she spoke, "Then I found the death cabin up in the hills, covered in blood, the one with a false room inside, just a click away from where I found a nest of cannibals. What the hell is all that about?" She continued before he could interject, "And there's another building up in Kurinth's Valley with two Outcast soldiers who've been ambushed, and shot in the back. Where's the honor in that?" She shook her head, eyes searching his face for answers. "I don't know what I think is worse, the idea that you'd condone those kind of actions or the thought that you don't actually have control of your people."
"Most of that is from before, while Sloane was in charge. She had her hand in everything, and we had to use... extreme methods to get results at times. As to the beatings, there are set rules, limits as to how far we can push for information, and if those guidelines aren't being followed, I expect it will be passed up the chain until somebody puts a stop to it."
Her hand tightened around his. "Reyes, I want to believe that the Collective is better than the Outcasts were. I need to believe it. I've seen the good you do, helping Nakamoto - I would have had trouble during my attempt to reclaim his formula if you hadn't told me ahead of time that he was legitimate - and your other efforts against oblivion, the soup kitchen, your conviction that the murders were being perpetrated by the Roekaar and your commitment to stopping them. I need to know that all of it was you being you, and not just your way of gaining my trust and support in the long run."
He felt the muscles in his face go lax as his expression cleared, dropping a neutral mask in place. "What are you asking for, some kind of proof?"
"No, no, I just... I guess I just want to hear you say it."
"Then I will; everything I did was because I chose to do it. And that includes my decision to be honest with you going forward."
She smiled in a wistful way that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Have you heard about this 'Charlatan's smile' business? It's disgusting. And more than a little scary."
"That's not me. I have people looking into it." The victims so far had been limited to only a handful of very bad people, so it hadn't seemed like a high-ranking priority, although anything so gruesome done in his name was unsettling, to say the least.
"How are things progressing with Kaetus?"
"They aren't, as of yet. He's still cooling his heels in a cell up at Keema's headquarters, swears he'll die before telling us anything. Keema wants to have him executed. I'm... impeding that, for now."
"Thank you. I feel really bad for him, like everything he did was out of misguided loyalty for Sloane. Heh, I guess that makes him relatable to me."
"Hey, you have equal say in our dealings..."
"That wasn't a dig at you, Reyes, it was just... thank you, for listening to me about giving him more time."
He gave her hand a squeeze, moving closer against her side. "Sara, either you believe that I'm sincere or you don't." He wasn't used to explaining himself in an honest manner, and so far, he didn't much care for it. He didn't like feeling defensive with her, of all people.
She was silent a moment. Then her eyes turned to sweep over the valley before them. "You know, SAM can actually tell me when people are lying. He's like a polygraph, sensing everything from pulse rate to increased body heat to voice inflection. But it doesn't work on you. Strange, isn't it?"
It was. But it didn't take a psychologist to tell Reyes that he was perfectly capable of lying without feeling an ounce of emotion. "Well, seems to me that if SAM can't help you read me, that's a big glaring sign that we belong together. If I'm the only person you won't have secret insight into, you'll have to use your own judgement, your choices will be uninfluenced by any outside forces, requiring you to go with your feelings. You will decide whether or not you trust me, and believe me when I say I'll do everything that I can to earn it."
Her fingers tightened around his hold, and her eyes met his.
He continued. "Are you looking for me to explain how I run things here? I've told you, Kadara is ours, and I'm not doing anything you wouldn't approve of to keep it that way."
"Reyes, I do trust you. I just... feel like I barely know you." She licked her lips. "And you're all I think about when I'm away..."
He felt his breath leave his body in a rush, as if she'd knocked the wind out of him with a well-aimed punch. He slid a hand into her hair and pulled her close. The play of shadow and sunlight on her hopeful features, her sweet words, her closeness, and even where they were, its breathtaking view and vivid memories, coalesced to draw him inexorably to her. Dipping his head, he brushed her lips with his.
She settled into him, hands moving to meet at the nape of his neck.
She smelled incredibly sweet, like newly budding flowers, and her lips fluttered under his, opening in welcome. He dipped in for a taste, his tongue softly sweeping against hers, drinking in her breaths to feel her very life force.
She tried taking control of the kiss, pushing it into something deeper and rougher. She pulled at his mouth, lips and teeth colliding with his as she moved into him.
He followed happily where she led until she moved to straddle his lap, grinding her armored crotch against him.
Breaking free of her kiss, he chuckled against her. "We shouldn't continue here, this time. Unlike before, neither one of us has people watching the cave entrance." Smoothing the hair back from her face, he observed the sexy way her chest expanded as her heavy breathing brought her even closer to him. "Let's go someplace safer. Now do you want to meet me back at Tartarus?"
She nodded quickly, pulling back and moving to her feet. "I need to go by Ditaeon and pick up Drack and Peebee. It might take me a little while, but I'll be there when I can."
He watched her leave, thinking of all the countless times he'd done so before. He wondered if they'd ever reach the point where they could stay together, no matter what. He couldn't imagine the possibility and with that realization came a sharp stab of helpless anger. His thoughts quickly shifted to safer waters. His immediate goal included more time with Sara, and that's what he'd concentrate on for the moment, because for now, it was all that mattered. He watched her speed off in her vehicle until it disappeared around a bend, the rumbling purr of the engine fading into the distance. He put his compact ship through the standard pre-flight checks and lifted off, heading back toward Haarfel.
It didn't take long before he returned to the familiar sights and sounds of Tartarus, his impatience growing with every minute that passed. Uncaring of the eagerness the action displayed, he waited just inside the door for the trio to arrive, passing Kian a request to keep Sara's friends comfortable and happy for as long as they were present. A smile lit up Peebee's face as they entered, and she headed straight for the bar. Drack lagged a few steps behind, but opted for alcohol over finding a place to sit, as well. Reyes took Sara's hand without speaking, and led her up the stairs and into his chamber.
The moment the doors sealed, he pulled her to him, yanking at her armor in a race to bare everything she had to the harsh light of the room. It tinted everything red, like a sunset, the day slipping away with the warm promise of tomorrow.
She helped him, pulling her hands out of her gloves, dropping pieces of armor to the floor with metallic reverberations. Her body twisted as she pulled her legs free of her combat suit, stepping out in only a bra, panties, and a pair of white athletic socks that reached her knees.
What he craved was not some soft affirmation, what he wanted was something savage and rough, a desire to overwhelm his own senses with the feel and taste of her. Pulling her against him, he ripped at her bra, uncaring if his aggressive treatment rendered the garment useless. He needed to reclaim the upper hand, to assert his mastery over her and his chaotic thoughts. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and he leaned down to bite at her nipples while he yanked her panties off. The socks, she could keep, as he observed through narrowed lids the way they caused her footing to slip against the metal flooring. He pushed her back against one of the tables, moving to his knees in front of her.
Taking ahold of the back of her left thigh, right were it led up to the soft curve of her ass, he pulled her legs open, his mouth moving to cover the pink flesh between her thighs. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling at it as he licked his way up her slit, stroking along the length of her with firm swipes.
He could hear her gasping for breath as he pressed into her, going as far as he could reach, before licking back up, and flicking his tongue against her clit. Rolling solidly against it, nudging it back and forth, and then, finally, his lips moving to capture the tiny bead of flesh, sucking at her until he felt her entire body jerk, convulsing into liquid tremors.
Moving up to his feet, he couldn't help but notice, again, how short she was. Turning her onto her belly, he decided to take her there, over the table, with her soft bottom against him. He pushed her, face down, into the hardness of the unyielding surface, unbuckling his gun belt before reaching for his fly. He didn't want to take the time to strip off, didn't want to make either of them wait, as she was warm and pliant and he ached to claim her. He freed himself from layers of clothing, losing only his gloves so he could feel every secret she'd kept for him. Moving up behind her, he widened her stance with his knees, dancing the head of his cock against her, a quick check just to be sure she was slippery enough to take him.
Holding her down so she couldn't move, he pushed inside her, hearing her cry of pleasure as he forged ahead, rocking his hips in an effort to reach deeper. He was almost there, forcing himself into her, gaining depth with each inward shove of his hips.
They both groaned as he reached full penetration. She was tight and scalding hot, and unable to employ tact or finesse, his hips began to pump, fucking into her in hard jabs.
She met every movement with a soft cry, pushing back into him as he tried to reach her very womb.
He was hyperaware of every sensation, the clasp of her on his hard flesh, the sound and the smell of her, the way her body hitched with the force of his efforts. His movements were automatic, made beyond his ability plan, without any sense of pace or direction. He worked blindly, trying to align their bodies just so, hoping to reach all of the right spots inside her. He shifted, and his movements grew choppy and uneven. The pleasure built upon itself, shooting pulses of energy through all of his nerve endings. His eyesight dimmed, and he felt the tingle move up his spine as her body's constriction tightened on him, sending a flood of warmth over his cock. Groaning through gritted teeth, he abandoned all control, his body pounding into her as he hammered out his feelings, pushing everything he could from his body into hers.
His orgasm hit him with the strength of a blow, taking his vision, his breath, and every thought warring for purchase within him, leaving him blissfully empty, but euphoric as he twitched inside her, feeling the soft spread of his essence wash over them both.
He could do nothing but lay heavily upon her for a few breathless moments before his conscience started to nettle him. Not for the first time, he was struck with how incredibly young she was. He gently pulled free of her body's grip, moving to turn her over and pull her up and into his arms. He planted the most tender of kisses on her lips, looking for a matching call, the siren's song that bound her soul to his.
She laughed, a gentle sound that stroked over him in the sweetest way. "What was all that about?"
He didn't know, not really. "Just... thank you for believing in me."
It was part of who she was. She made decisions every day that effected numerous lives. Her choice to stick with him was one made from her heart, and with her own best judgement. Nothing could mean more to him than that.
Pairing: Pathfinder Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Wordcount: 3,200
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. It's Sara's turn to be nosey.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Reyes watched the trail of blue in the sky that ignited behind the Tempest after it entered Kadara's atmosphere and dipped low, flying in a graceful arch as it approached the Port. A feeling of well-being always came over him when he knew the Pathfinder and her team were planetside. It wasn't just anticipation of imminent time spent in Sara's company, it was simply a matter of proximity, the knowledge that she was close and not someplace out there systems away doing God-knows-what.
Ignoring the compulsion to go up to the docks to see her, he continued with his scheduled routine, stepping onto the lift that would bring him back down to the slums and Tartarus. He had business to take care of, and despite his confidence that Ryder would make time to visit with him before she left the planet, he was certain that she had her own objectives as well.
It was the cool part of early morning, before the Kadara sun had a chance to spread its warmth and push away the mild temperatures that arrived at night. In the recent summer months, each day brought with it gentle temperature fluctuations.
The club where he spent most of his time didn't abide by the Port's time cycle, so things within remained mostly the same regardless of the hour. The smell of stale beer and smoke assailed his senses and he pulled the cup of coffee he'd brought down from the markets up to his lips, swallowing a large bracing mouthful in response. He tilted his head in greeting to Kian before heading up the stairs and making his way into his private room, settling down to go over reports from the previous evening on his omni-tool. Several things demanded his attention, and before he knew it, hours had gone by.
He was considering the idea of breaking for lunch when his comm beeped.
"Reyes, can you meet me in Draullir?" It was Sara.
He felt anticipation curl low in his belly as a slow smile spread across his face, coloring his tone, he was sure. "Why don't you just come here?"
She sounded casual, if a bit impatient. "Because we both know what happens when you get me alone in your little private room, and I'd like to talk."
There was something in her words that made him overlook the tease at the start and hear the beginning sound of warning bells, but Reyes decided to appear unaffected. "We can talk or do... other things anywhere."
"Please. I'm going to leave Peebee and Drack at the outpost." She sounded like she actually thought he wasn't going to agree.
He felt like an hijo de puta for being difficult. "Of course. Whatever you want, Pathfinder."
"Find me where you met with Sloane. I'll see you soon." She cut the link before he had a chance to respond.
It was an intriguing choice as far as meeting places went, and even more intriguing for her to remember it first and foremost in regards to Sloane, considering what had transpired between the two of them directly following the exiled woman's demise, but its remoteness had made it ideal for the fateful events of that day, and if Sara was looking for privacy, Reyes conceded that it would serve more than adequately.
He used the small skiff that was his preferred means of transportation, arriving just as she pulled up in the nomad. She looked fresh and clean, like she hadn't been chasing outlaws and wildlife across the planet's surface all day, her dark hair hanging in soft waves about her shoulders, and her armor was lustrous and delightfully form-fitting.
They entered the cave together, moving of an accord to the very back to find the opening that led to the cliff's edge, taking a seat side by side. The system of caverns was nicely situated and spacious enough that Reyes made a mental note to consider repurposing it later. The interior was sheltered and cool, with a soft breeze blowing in from the direction they were facing. It was hard for him to see the place merely as the location where Sloane had fallen when it was so heavy with the memory of Sara in his arms, of victory and fruition.
The view was vast and stunning, but he turned his attention to the small but overwhelming presence of the woman beside him, noticing the troubled look on her face as she reached out to catch his gloved hand with hers.
"So... there's just a few things I'd like to ask you about. This trip has been... informative, and there are things I've been saving up, things I'd like to get out in the open before I have to leave the planet again."
"Alright." So far, not so good, he thought, curious as to what she'd seen or heard.
"I just spent some time at the Collective base here in the connecting caves. Crux seems nice. It was interesting to get the perspective of someone who considered both the Outcasts and the Collective for membership, but made her choice based on the way things were being ran by their respective leaders. Seems she appreciated your methods over those of Sloane."
"Hmm," he grunted, unable to see where this was headed just yet.
"People there were awkwardly nice to me, like they were under orders, but still, obviously uncomfortable with my presence."
"Yes, well, I wasn't lying when I said I've never been there myself."
"Yeah, I caught as much. Most of them seem like good people, but there were members beating prisoners for information." She paused, her bright eyes seeking his as she spoke, "Then I found the death cabin up in the hills, covered in blood, the one with a false room inside, just a click away from where I found a nest of cannibals. What the hell is all that about?" She continued before he could interject, "And there's another building up in Kurinth's Valley with two Outcast soldiers who've been ambushed, and shot in the back. Where's the honor in that?" She shook her head, eyes searching his face for answers. "I don't know what I think is worse, the idea that you'd condone those kind of actions or the thought that you don't actually have control of your people."
"Most of that is from before, while Sloane was in charge. She had her hand in everything, and we had to use... extreme methods to get results at times. As to the beatings, there are set rules, limits as to how far we can push for information, and if those guidelines aren't being followed, I expect it will be passed up the chain until somebody puts a stop to it."
Her hand tightened around his. "Reyes, I want to believe that the Collective is better than the Outcasts were. I need to believe it. I've seen the good you do, helping Nakamoto - I would have had trouble during my attempt to reclaim his formula if you hadn't told me ahead of time that he was legitimate - and your other efforts against oblivion, the soup kitchen, your conviction that the murders were being perpetrated by the Roekaar and your commitment to stopping them. I need to know that all of it was you being you, and not just your way of gaining my trust and support in the long run."
He felt the muscles in his face go lax as his expression cleared, dropping a neutral mask in place. "What are you asking for, some kind of proof?"
"No, no, I just... I guess I just want to hear you say it."
"Then I will; everything I did was because I chose to do it. And that includes my decision to be honest with you going forward."
She smiled in a wistful way that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Have you heard about this 'Charlatan's smile' business? It's disgusting. And more than a little scary."
"That's not me. I have people looking into it." The victims so far had been limited to only a handful of very bad people, so it hadn't seemed like a high-ranking priority, although anything so gruesome done in his name was unsettling, to say the least.
"How are things progressing with Kaetus?"
"They aren't, as of yet. He's still cooling his heels in a cell up at Keema's headquarters, swears he'll die before telling us anything. Keema wants to have him executed. I'm... impeding that, for now."
"Thank you. I feel really bad for him, like everything he did was out of misguided loyalty for Sloane. Heh, I guess that makes him relatable to me."
"Hey, you have equal say in our dealings..."
"That wasn't a dig at you, Reyes, it was just... thank you, for listening to me about giving him more time."
He gave her hand a squeeze, moving closer against her side. "Sara, either you believe that I'm sincere or you don't." He wasn't used to explaining himself in an honest manner, and so far, he didn't much care for it. He didn't like feeling defensive with her, of all people.
She was silent a moment. Then her eyes turned to sweep over the valley before them. "You know, SAM can actually tell me when people are lying. He's like a polygraph, sensing everything from pulse rate to increased body heat to voice inflection. But it doesn't work on you. Strange, isn't it?"
It was. But it didn't take a psychologist to tell Reyes that he was perfectly capable of lying without feeling an ounce of emotion. "Well, seems to me that if SAM can't help you read me, that's a big glaring sign that we belong together. If I'm the only person you won't have secret insight into, you'll have to use your own judgement, your choices will be uninfluenced by any outside forces, requiring you to go with your feelings. You will decide whether or not you trust me, and believe me when I say I'll do everything that I can to earn it."
Her fingers tightened around his hold, and her eyes met his.
He continued. "Are you looking for me to explain how I run things here? I've told you, Kadara is ours, and I'm not doing anything you wouldn't approve of to keep it that way."
"Reyes, I do trust you. I just... feel like I barely know you." She licked her lips. "And you're all I think about when I'm away..."
He felt his breath leave his body in a rush, as if she'd knocked the wind out of him with a well-aimed punch. He slid a hand into her hair and pulled her close. The play of shadow and sunlight on her hopeful features, her sweet words, her closeness, and even where they were, its breathtaking view and vivid memories, coalesced to draw him inexorably to her. Dipping his head, he brushed her lips with his.
She settled into him, hands moving to meet at the nape of his neck.
She smelled incredibly sweet, like newly budding flowers, and her lips fluttered under his, opening in welcome. He dipped in for a taste, his tongue softly sweeping against hers, drinking in her breaths to feel her very life force.
She tried taking control of the kiss, pushing it into something deeper and rougher. She pulled at his mouth, lips and teeth colliding with his as she moved into him.
He followed happily where she led until she moved to straddle his lap, grinding her armored crotch against him.
Breaking free of her kiss, he chuckled against her. "We shouldn't continue here, this time. Unlike before, neither one of us has people watching the cave entrance." Smoothing the hair back from her face, he observed the sexy way her chest expanded as her heavy breathing brought her even closer to him. "Let's go someplace safer. Now do you want to meet me back at Tartarus?"
She nodded quickly, pulling back and moving to her feet. "I need to go by Ditaeon and pick up Drack and Peebee. It might take me a little while, but I'll be there when I can."
He watched her leave, thinking of all the countless times he'd done so before. He wondered if they'd ever reach the point where they could stay together, no matter what. He couldn't imagine the possibility and with that realization came a sharp stab of helpless anger. His thoughts quickly shifted to safer waters. His immediate goal included more time with Sara, and that's what he'd concentrate on for the moment, because for now, it was all that mattered. He watched her speed off in her vehicle until it disappeared around a bend, the rumbling purr of the engine fading into the distance. He put his compact ship through the standard pre-flight checks and lifted off, heading back toward Haarfel.
It didn't take long before he returned to the familiar sights and sounds of Tartarus, his impatience growing with every minute that passed. Uncaring of the eagerness the action displayed, he waited just inside the door for the trio to arrive, passing Kian a request to keep Sara's friends comfortable and happy for as long as they were present. A smile lit up Peebee's face as they entered, and she headed straight for the bar. Drack lagged a few steps behind, but opted for alcohol over finding a place to sit, as well. Reyes took Sara's hand without speaking, and led her up the stairs and into his chamber.
The moment the doors sealed, he pulled her to him, yanking at her armor in a race to bare everything she had to the harsh light of the room. It tinted everything red, like a sunset, the day slipping away with the warm promise of tomorrow.
She helped him, pulling her hands out of her gloves, dropping pieces of armor to the floor with metallic reverberations. Her body twisted as she pulled her legs free of her combat suit, stepping out in only a bra, panties, and a pair of white athletic socks that reached her knees.
What he craved was not some soft affirmation, what he wanted was something savage and rough, a desire to overwhelm his own senses with the feel and taste of her. Pulling her against him, he ripped at her bra, uncaring if his aggressive treatment rendered the garment useless. He needed to reclaim the upper hand, to assert his mastery over her and his chaotic thoughts. Her breasts spilled into his hands, and he leaned down to bite at her nipples while he yanked her panties off. The socks, she could keep, as he observed through narrowed lids the way they caused her footing to slip against the metal flooring. He pushed her back against one of the tables, moving to his knees in front of her.
Taking ahold of the back of her left thigh, right were it led up to the soft curve of her ass, he pulled her legs open, his mouth moving to cover the pink flesh between her thighs. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling at it as he licked his way up her slit, stroking along the length of her with firm swipes.
He could hear her gasping for breath as he pressed into her, going as far as he could reach, before licking back up, and flicking his tongue against her clit. Rolling solidly against it, nudging it back and forth, and then, finally, his lips moving to capture the tiny bead of flesh, sucking at her until he felt her entire body jerk, convulsing into liquid tremors.
Moving up to his feet, he couldn't help but notice, again, how short she was. Turning her onto her belly, he decided to take her there, over the table, with her soft bottom against him. He pushed her, face down, into the hardness of the unyielding surface, unbuckling his gun belt before reaching for his fly. He didn't want to take the time to strip off, didn't want to make either of them wait, as she was warm and pliant and he ached to claim her. He freed himself from layers of clothing, losing only his gloves so he could feel every secret she'd kept for him. Moving up behind her, he widened her stance with his knees, dancing the head of his cock against her, a quick check just to be sure she was slippery enough to take him.
Holding her down so she couldn't move, he pushed inside her, hearing her cry of pleasure as he forged ahead, rocking his hips in an effort to reach deeper. He was almost there, forcing himself into her, gaining depth with each inward shove of his hips.
They both groaned as he reached full penetration. She was tight and scalding hot, and unable to employ tact or finesse, his hips began to pump, fucking into her in hard jabs.
She met every movement with a soft cry, pushing back into him as he tried to reach her very womb.
He was hyperaware of every sensation, the clasp of her on his hard flesh, the sound and the smell of her, the way her body hitched with the force of his efforts. His movements were automatic, made beyond his ability plan, without any sense of pace or direction. He worked blindly, trying to align their bodies just so, hoping to reach all of the right spots inside her. He shifted, and his movements grew choppy and uneven. The pleasure built upon itself, shooting pulses of energy through all of his nerve endings. His eyesight dimmed, and he felt the tingle move up his spine as her body's constriction tightened on him, sending a flood of warmth over his cock. Groaning through gritted teeth, he abandoned all control, his body pounding into her as he hammered out his feelings, pushing everything he could from his body into hers.
His orgasm hit him with the strength of a blow, taking his vision, his breath, and every thought warring for purchase within him, leaving him blissfully empty, but euphoric as he twitched inside her, feeling the soft spread of his essence wash over them both.
He could do nothing but lay heavily upon her for a few breathless moments before his conscience started to nettle him. Not for the first time, he was struck with how incredibly young she was. He gently pulled free of her body's grip, moving to turn her over and pull her up and into his arms. He planted the most tender of kisses on her lips, looking for a matching call, the siren's song that bound her soul to his.
She laughed, a gentle sound that stroked over him in the sweetest way. "What was all that about?"
He didn't know, not really. "Just... thank you for believing in me."
It was part of who she was. She made decisions every day that effected numerous lives. Her choice to stick with him was one made from her heart, and with her own best judgement. Nothing could mean more to him than that.