MASS EFFECT ANDROMEDA: 'Man Overboard'
Title: Man Overboard
Pairing: Pathfinder Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Wordcount: 2,235
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. Dinner and dancing.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Reyes turned toward the door as it slid open with a metallic inflection, admitting Sara inside his home. She'd used the passcode he'd given her to let herself in, and was, in fact, the only person aside from himself who possessed it, over even Keema, who he trusted implicitly.
Sara smiled, her face lighting up at the sight of him. Shrugging out of her leather jacket, she draped it over one of the chairs, moving to kiss him in greeting.
"Hi, there," he said, letting his pleasure at her arrival show in his voice and his expression. He was happy to see her and he wanted her to know it.
"Hey, you," she said back, arms squeezing him in a quick hug as she brushed her lips over his. She stepped back to see what he'd been up to.
In preparation for her arrival, he'd made them dinner, and the smells filled his small living space with the rich aroma of spices. He'd had to scrounge to find them the very best fare. He didn't care if this night covered his share of all profits for a year, he deserved it, she deserved it, and he wanted to give it to her.
When the Pathfinder team left Kadara in the morning, she was to head for a destination that hadn't been discovered yet, merely a point on a map in an uncharted system. She didn't even have Initiative leadership backing her up, only her fellow Pathfinders, as the mission was being conducted against direct orders. The implications of the entire thing terrified him more than a little. She'd gotten herself trapped and temporarily killed the last time she and the Archon had clashed, and he needed to believe that this time, things would go better.
He poured them both two fingers of whiskey, smiling wryly as he wondered if he'd get to drink his, this time.
"Food, first. Then we're going to dance."
She smiled in pleasure as he pulled her chair out for her, then helped her push it in. He'd found a pair of candle sticks, and reaching into a drawer for a box of matches, he lit them before moving around to take his own seat at the food-laden table.
Watching her eat was a sexy affair, small bites with flashes of white teeth, slow chewing, gentle sips of alcohol, and long looks over her glass as she obediently ate everything he placed before her. He'd been assured that the local meat and vegetables he'd prepared were tasty and delicious but they could have been eating from a fabricator, as far as he was concerned. Despite his desire for everything to be absolutely perfect for her, he didn't notice the food, she was what was on the menu, a feast for his eyes and the rest of his senses.
Toward the end of their meal, she pulled a foot from her boot, or at least, that's what he assumed, when a sock-covered set of toes slid up his inner thigh, seeking something warm and hard.
He grinned, reaching down to capture her foot and give it a squeeze. "You aren't going to distract me. We are going to dance after this. I've been thinking about it for days."
She smiled as she resisted his hold, softly rubbing against his left thigh. He let her tease his leg with her toes, but kept her safely away from her intended target.
He watched her as she took a few more bites, then started pushing her food around her plate. Setting her napkin aside, she sighed contentedly. "This was wonderful, but I'm stuffed."
"Not yet, you're not." It was a terrible joke, but worth it as he saw the tips of her cheekbones turn pink.
Laughing, she pushed her seat back from the table, reaching down to pull off her other boot before she stood. Leaning forward, she took a breath and blew the candles out, causing a curl of smoke to lift toward the ceiling.
He left their dishes for the time being, and moved around the table toward her. Capturing her hand, he led her to the negligible amount of open space between the kitchenette and his bed.
They needed music. Selecting something sweet and old fashioned from his omni-tool, and pulled her close.
He wanted to teach her to tango. She was lithe and graceful enough for it, and he imagined them in a ballroom, surrounded by Nexus leadership, exiles, Initiative members, colonists, and angaran citizens, all looking on as he swept her across a polished floor, both dressed to the nines in formal wear, showing everyone what it looked like for two people to move as one.
For now it was enough for him to know how well they fit together, their movements an echo of the real goal, flashes of a lighter version of their lovemaking, be it a gentle melding of flesh, or a hard intense fuck.
They maintained eye contact as they moved to the rhythm of the music, swaying slow and close. They began the dance smiling at each other, enjoying the sweet memories that beckoned as they moved in a familiar manner, but as the minutes went by, they both became serious, feeling the weight of the fact that they were alone and not out dancing in a public room. What had started out for him as a intimate closeness that built a desire to show her off and claim her before scores of people became something much more private. Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached up to pull the scarf from her neck, gently unwinding it. Their gloves came next, hers and then his, as he dropped everything negligently to the floor. Still swaying together, he toed off his boots, kicking them back so they wouldn't trip up their sock-clad feet. He pulled the zipper on his jacket down, pushing it back off his shoulders so they were both left in shirtsleeves. Next, he made for the hem of his shirt, ducking his head as he removed the garment. Her eyes slid all over his naked chest and he felt satisfaction at her fascinated appraisal of him. Her shirt came off next, revealing her beautiful fair skin. He knew things were going to get more intense when he went for the closure of her bra, but his desire to feel his bare body against hers overruled his ability to draw the moment out.
He bared her breasts, watching as her nipples tightened into sharp points in the cool air of the room.
"Reyes," she said, trying to lead him toward the bed.
"Not yet," he said, resisting her pull. He didn't want to stop until they were dancing naked.
She was small and lean next to his wiry strength, proportionately short, with the sleek lines of her muscles evident across her entire body. They contrasted in size and skin tone, their bodies a visual inducement, offering an overload of sensation as he pulled off their pants, socks, and underwear and moved her naked body up against his athletic frame.
She trailed her open mouth across the top of his chest, proceeding despite his plan to linger.
He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head back so his mouth could settle over hers. They continued to sway together as he kissed her, his mouth sipping from hers, softly caressing her with lips and tongue. He explored the liquid cavern of her mouth with the cognizance to appreciate her warm familiarity, but also the sweet excitement born of the novelty that her unmistakable draw generated within him. His other hand remained firmly at the small of her back, holding her close as they danced, and the kiss deepened, his tongue rolling against hers before pulling her tongue in for a prolonged suck.
The music trailed off with a flourish and Reyes took that as an indication that they'd danced long enough. Nudging her backwards, he moved her until the back of her legs hit the bed.
Now things could progress.
His hands moved over her silky skin, running down her sides to settle around her ribcage. His lips trailed from hers, moving to brush his face against her left breast and capture a nipple. He sucked at the bead of flesh, drinking her in before moving to lick at the matching pebble on her right. He scraped against her with his teeth before drawing her deep.
She cradled his head, fingers sliding through his hair. She moved back, pulling away from him to slide across the bed, ending up sitting cross-legged in the middle.
He followed her, walking across the bed on his knees and she reached out to touch him, her fingers wrapping around his cock.
He groaned at the contact, his eyelids narrowing as he watched her caress him, giving him a firm squeeze, before leaning forward to lick him.
She ran her tongue across the head, curling around, licking the plum-shaped crown before she capped him, pulling the tip of him inside her mouth. She relaxed her jaw, sucking deep, causing bolts of pleasure to travel up his spine and tighten his belly. One small hand came around to squeeze his ass as she took him deeper, and he felt himself bump against her throat. She hummed, moaning around his flesh, sending vibrating tremors over him and delicious tingles throughout his nerve endings.
He held her head against him, his hand fisting in her hair as he enjoyed the burn for as long as he could, then pulled himself free of her mouth, relieving some of the pressure.
Their eyes met as he pushed her onto her back, moving down as he slid between her legs, kissing his way over the hot skin of her stomach. Moving lower, he buried his face between her legs. He licked roughly up her slit, stroking her labia with sure swipes. She trembled under his hands as he took her with his mouth, licking into her softness, spearing deep into her body before curling his tongue up to press at her clit. He lapped at her, pushing the bundle of nerves back with solid prods, setting up a swift rhythm that had her shuddering and arching up, coming violently against his mouth very quickly.
He moved up her body, his knees planting themselves on the bed before he sat back on his haunches, pulling her hips toward him, aligning them perfectly as he settled her pelvis in his lap.
Her hands came up and she stroked across his belly as he slid his cock against her, bathing himself in her heat. He pushed himself into her in a slow, sure drive, working his way past her tight resistance and seating himself deep.
She panted as his hips began to pump, working his shaft into her before pulling back, and then slamming into her again. Her fingers curled against his abdominals, and reaching down, he pulled her arms up, pinning them above her head.
He gasped for breath as the sensations heightened, the angle moving their bodies together in a delicious slide that had her rapidly breaking apart, her body squeezing his cock with convulsive spasms. His pace increased, and he took her with hard thrusts that pushed her up across the sheets, rocking them together until the bed began to slam against the wall with the force of his movements. His orgasm swept him from head to toe, pulling all of the tension from him as a strobe light of images depicting various parts of her played over his consciousness, his body going rigid with the intensity of his culmination.
He collapsed upon her softness, feeling sticky and replete, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath.
Feeling her shift beneath him, he allowed himself to slip from her body, stretching out beside her.
She snuggled against him, her cheek coming to rest on his shoulder.
He trailed his fingers through her hair and down her arm. "You happy?" he asked her, simply saying the first thing that came to mind.
She laughed, "Of course."
"Not just right now. I mean, are you happy on the Tempest? How is your team?"
"We're all pretty tight, now."
"You've been through a lot together."
"Yeah. And they're all good people, top of their game. I go into the field with the very best people at my back."
His grip on her tightened. "Good."
"We've arranged a movie thing, with booze and snacks. You should come."
"That's for you and your crew. No way am I intruding into something like that." He wanted to make his way onto everyone's good side. He wouldn't do that by crashing a private party he had no hand in planning.
She stuck her lip out in a pout and he leaned down to kiss it.
He became aware of how late it was getting and felt a burning inside his chest. "Do me a favor - let me know how it goes? You can reach me by vidcon, any time."
She sighed, "Alright, I will."
Pulling her closer against his side, he hugged her fiercely, resolving to hold onto her for as long as he could.
Pairing: Pathfinder Sara Ryder/Reyes Vidal
Wordcount: 2,235
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Smut. Dinner and dancing.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content.
Reyes turned toward the door as it slid open with a metallic inflection, admitting Sara inside his home. She'd used the passcode he'd given her to let herself in, and was, in fact, the only person aside from himself who possessed it, over even Keema, who he trusted implicitly.
Sara smiled, her face lighting up at the sight of him. Shrugging out of her leather jacket, she draped it over one of the chairs, moving to kiss him in greeting.
"Hi, there," he said, letting his pleasure at her arrival show in his voice and his expression. He was happy to see her and he wanted her to know it.
"Hey, you," she said back, arms squeezing him in a quick hug as she brushed her lips over his. She stepped back to see what he'd been up to.
In preparation for her arrival, he'd made them dinner, and the smells filled his small living space with the rich aroma of spices. He'd had to scrounge to find them the very best fare. He didn't care if this night covered his share of all profits for a year, he deserved it, she deserved it, and he wanted to give it to her.
When the Pathfinder team left Kadara in the morning, she was to head for a destination that hadn't been discovered yet, merely a point on a map in an uncharted system. She didn't even have Initiative leadership backing her up, only her fellow Pathfinders, as the mission was being conducted against direct orders. The implications of the entire thing terrified him more than a little. She'd gotten herself trapped and temporarily killed the last time she and the Archon had clashed, and he needed to believe that this time, things would go better.
He poured them both two fingers of whiskey, smiling wryly as he wondered if he'd get to drink his, this time.
"Food, first. Then we're going to dance."
She smiled in pleasure as he pulled her chair out for her, then helped her push it in. He'd found a pair of candle sticks, and reaching into a drawer for a box of matches, he lit them before moving around to take his own seat at the food-laden table.
Watching her eat was a sexy affair, small bites with flashes of white teeth, slow chewing, gentle sips of alcohol, and long looks over her glass as she obediently ate everything he placed before her. He'd been assured that the local meat and vegetables he'd prepared were tasty and delicious but they could have been eating from a fabricator, as far as he was concerned. Despite his desire for everything to be absolutely perfect for her, he didn't notice the food, she was what was on the menu, a feast for his eyes and the rest of his senses.
Toward the end of their meal, she pulled a foot from her boot, or at least, that's what he assumed, when a sock-covered set of toes slid up his inner thigh, seeking something warm and hard.
He grinned, reaching down to capture her foot and give it a squeeze. "You aren't going to distract me. We are going to dance after this. I've been thinking about it for days."
She smiled as she resisted his hold, softly rubbing against his left thigh. He let her tease his leg with her toes, but kept her safely away from her intended target.
He watched her as she took a few more bites, then started pushing her food around her plate. Setting her napkin aside, she sighed contentedly. "This was wonderful, but I'm stuffed."
"Not yet, you're not." It was a terrible joke, but worth it as he saw the tips of her cheekbones turn pink.
Laughing, she pushed her seat back from the table, reaching down to pull off her other boot before she stood. Leaning forward, she took a breath and blew the candles out, causing a curl of smoke to lift toward the ceiling.
He left their dishes for the time being, and moved around the table toward her. Capturing her hand, he led her to the negligible amount of open space between the kitchenette and his bed.
They needed music. Selecting something sweet and old fashioned from his omni-tool, and pulled her close.
He wanted to teach her to tango. She was lithe and graceful enough for it, and he imagined them in a ballroom, surrounded by Nexus leadership, exiles, Initiative members, colonists, and angaran citizens, all looking on as he swept her across a polished floor, both dressed to the nines in formal wear, showing everyone what it looked like for two people to move as one.
For now it was enough for him to know how well they fit together, their movements an echo of the real goal, flashes of a lighter version of their lovemaking, be it a gentle melding of flesh, or a hard intense fuck.
They maintained eye contact as they moved to the rhythm of the music, swaying slow and close. They began the dance smiling at each other, enjoying the sweet memories that beckoned as they moved in a familiar manner, but as the minutes went by, they both became serious, feeling the weight of the fact that they were alone and not out dancing in a public room. What had started out for him as a intimate closeness that built a desire to show her off and claim her before scores of people became something much more private. Keeping his eyes on hers, he reached up to pull the scarf from her neck, gently unwinding it. Their gloves came next, hers and then his, as he dropped everything negligently to the floor. Still swaying together, he toed off his boots, kicking them back so they wouldn't trip up their sock-clad feet. He pulled the zipper on his jacket down, pushing it back off his shoulders so they were both left in shirtsleeves. Next, he made for the hem of his shirt, ducking his head as he removed the garment. Her eyes slid all over his naked chest and he felt satisfaction at her fascinated appraisal of him. Her shirt came off next, revealing her beautiful fair skin. He knew things were going to get more intense when he went for the closure of her bra, but his desire to feel his bare body against hers overruled his ability to draw the moment out.
He bared her breasts, watching as her nipples tightened into sharp points in the cool air of the room.
"Reyes," she said, trying to lead him toward the bed.
"Not yet," he said, resisting her pull. He didn't want to stop until they were dancing naked.
She was small and lean next to his wiry strength, proportionately short, with the sleek lines of her muscles evident across her entire body. They contrasted in size and skin tone, their bodies a visual inducement, offering an overload of sensation as he pulled off their pants, socks, and underwear and moved her naked body up against his athletic frame.
She trailed her open mouth across the top of his chest, proceeding despite his plan to linger.
He placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head back so his mouth could settle over hers. They continued to sway together as he kissed her, his mouth sipping from hers, softly caressing her with lips and tongue. He explored the liquid cavern of her mouth with the cognizance to appreciate her warm familiarity, but also the sweet excitement born of the novelty that her unmistakable draw generated within him. His other hand remained firmly at the small of her back, holding her close as they danced, and the kiss deepened, his tongue rolling against hers before pulling her tongue in for a prolonged suck.
The music trailed off with a flourish and Reyes took that as an indication that they'd danced long enough. Nudging her backwards, he moved her until the back of her legs hit the bed.
Now things could progress.
His hands moved over her silky skin, running down her sides to settle around her ribcage. His lips trailed from hers, moving to brush his face against her left breast and capture a nipple. He sucked at the bead of flesh, drinking her in before moving to lick at the matching pebble on her right. He scraped against her with his teeth before drawing her deep.
She cradled his head, fingers sliding through his hair. She moved back, pulling away from him to slide across the bed, ending up sitting cross-legged in the middle.
He followed her, walking across the bed on his knees and she reached out to touch him, her fingers wrapping around his cock.
He groaned at the contact, his eyelids narrowing as he watched her caress him, giving him a firm squeeze, before leaning forward to lick him.
She ran her tongue across the head, curling around, licking the plum-shaped crown before she capped him, pulling the tip of him inside her mouth. She relaxed her jaw, sucking deep, causing bolts of pleasure to travel up his spine and tighten his belly. One small hand came around to squeeze his ass as she took him deeper, and he felt himself bump against her throat. She hummed, moaning around his flesh, sending vibrating tremors over him and delicious tingles throughout his nerve endings.
He held her head against him, his hand fisting in her hair as he enjoyed the burn for as long as he could, then pulled himself free of her mouth, relieving some of the pressure.
Their eyes met as he pushed her onto her back, moving down as he slid between her legs, kissing his way over the hot skin of her stomach. Moving lower, he buried his face between her legs. He licked roughly up her slit, stroking her labia with sure swipes. She trembled under his hands as he took her with his mouth, licking into her softness, spearing deep into her body before curling his tongue up to press at her clit. He lapped at her, pushing the bundle of nerves back with solid prods, setting up a swift rhythm that had her shuddering and arching up, coming violently against his mouth very quickly.
He moved up her body, his knees planting themselves on the bed before he sat back on his haunches, pulling her hips toward him, aligning them perfectly as he settled her pelvis in his lap.
Her hands came up and she stroked across his belly as he slid his cock against her, bathing himself in her heat. He pushed himself into her in a slow, sure drive, working his way past her tight resistance and seating himself deep.
She panted as his hips began to pump, working his shaft into her before pulling back, and then slamming into her again. Her fingers curled against his abdominals, and reaching down, he pulled her arms up, pinning them above her head.
He gasped for breath as the sensations heightened, the angle moving their bodies together in a delicious slide that had her rapidly breaking apart, her body squeezing his cock with convulsive spasms. His pace increased, and he took her with hard thrusts that pushed her up across the sheets, rocking them together until the bed began to slam against the wall with the force of his movements. His orgasm swept him from head to toe, pulling all of the tension from him as a strobe light of images depicting various parts of her played over his consciousness, his body going rigid with the intensity of his culmination.
He collapsed upon her softness, feeling sticky and replete, his chest rising and falling as he fought to catch his breath.
Feeling her shift beneath him, he allowed himself to slip from her body, stretching out beside her.
She snuggled against him, her cheek coming to rest on his shoulder.
He trailed his fingers through her hair and down her arm. "You happy?" he asked her, simply saying the first thing that came to mind.
She laughed, "Of course."
"Not just right now. I mean, are you happy on the Tempest? How is your team?"
"We're all pretty tight, now."
"You've been through a lot together."
"Yeah. And they're all good people, top of their game. I go into the field with the very best people at my back."
His grip on her tightened. "Good."
"We've arranged a movie thing, with booze and snacks. You should come."
"That's for you and your crew. No way am I intruding into something like that." He wanted to make his way onto everyone's good side. He wouldn't do that by crashing a private party he had no hand in planning.
She stuck her lip out in a pout and he leaned down to kiss it.
He became aware of how late it was getting and felt a burning inside his chest. "Do me a favor - let me know how it goes? You can reach me by vidcon, any time."
She sighed, "Alright, I will."
Pulling her closer against his side, he hugged her fiercely, resolving to hold onto her for as long as he could.