A/N: So this is to announce my revision to Mass Effect: Eternal love. I want to make it male shepard and Miranda, and fix up the story with Aela (Who's name will be changed) It will start in ME1 like the original story does, but still I will be doing more changes to the story then I did in the original one. I hope you enjoy the smut. It was my first time writing something like this.

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Miranda was several things; proud, beautiful, intelligent, beautiful, but nervous was something she never was. She had always had every single action planned, knew what would happen at any moment and had counter actions for every eventuality. She was sure she could escape any situation with her life, and her body fully intact but the situation before her was an unknown. She had never had heart beat the way it does when Shepard entered a room. She had never had any such feelings for a man, and sure as hell had never craved their touch. Now though, she felt something and wanted Shepard to touch her. She wanted to be held and caressed by the man before her. She stepped forward placing a hand on his chest a shudder filled her body. His chest was warm, his muscles tight, and her hand on him felt perfect. She leaned forward placing her lips against his ear. Now was the moment for her offer, just a few words and she'd slip away with him.

"I'll meet you in your room. Five minutes. Commander" She spoke drawing out the last word.

She felt heat flood to her cheeks as Shepard's hand touched her waist. Her eyes met his and she almost felt the desire to kiss him fiercely. She felt the desire to just surrender to her baser instincts and be with him. With a shudder she pulled back and stepped into the elevator. She was aware of Shepard's gaze upon her and turned back to him. With what she hoped was a seductive wink she closed the elevator doors and made her way to her room. She felt a grin playing on her cheeks as she slipped into her room. She practically ran to her bathroom and furiously began brushing her teeth. She wanted to make sure her breath was perfect, she combed at her hair fiddling with one curl that did not want to return to place. Everything had to be perfect, just like her. She looked herself over in the full body mirror and felt pride fill herself. She had always played the fact that her father had genetically tailored her to be perfect as one of her strengths. The truth was she was always uncomfortable with how she looked, she knew her appearance wasn't natural, and a part of that disgusted her. She wanted to know what she'd look like if she had been born naturally, but that wasn't something she could have. She wanted to be natural, she wanted to have had a mother, she had once wanted to have a normal life. Now having met Shepard she didn't need a normal life, she had something that her father could never take from her, someone who cared for her, maybe someone who even loved her. She smiled lightly as she left her room.

James Shepard found himself nervously pacing in his room, it had been almost six years since he had been with anyone, in any form. He hadn't even had one night stands in six years, and now he was about to spend the night, and maybe nights to come, with the most beautiful woman he had ever met. He prayed that he wouldn't fire to quickly. A woman like her could have anyone in the galaxy and she wanted him. She wanted to be with him tonight. He could hear the sound of the elevator doors opening and his hands tightened at his waist. His door opened and in she stepped. Her white catsuit clung to her skin, her hips swayed lightly as she walked to him, a smile played on her lips as she reached out to touch him. Her hand caressed his clothed chest before she leaned forward. Their lips met gently, they had kissed once before, but that kiss had nothing on this. Their first kiss was spur of the moment and while electric it was brief. This one held longing, desire, hope, love, and so much more. Her lips were so soft upon his, he found himself grasping at her clothed backside eliciting a moan from his partner. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and was met tentatively with her own. Their tongues lightly brushed upon the others as wandering hands groped at their partners body. One of his hands lightly trailed up her front, before resting directly below her breast. He made to move forward and feel the bosom of the woman before him directly, but was stopped by Miranda pulling back from him. She turned away from him.

"Miranda? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, it's not that. James I've never done this before."
"Never?"

"Never. I mean there were offers, but I never wanted to do this with them." Miranda said and James stepped closer to her. He placed both his hands around her. He caressed the flat stomach of the woman in his arms as his body was flush against her back.

"Miranda." He whispered before placing his lips on her neck gently.

"James." She moaned out as his hands slowly raised to her chest.

"Trust me." He said once more before turning her to face him. He slid his arms under her legs and lifted her into his arms. She squeaked in surprise for a moment before his lips found hers. He stepped through his quarters before leaning down to place her on his bed. She laid back as his lips found their place on her neck. His hands found the zipper of her catsuit and he slowly unzipped it. His tongue caught in his throat as her bare skin was revealed to him. He had always known the woman before him had a large bosom, but to see it before him was something else entirely. His found himself tantalized as Miranda removed the black bra herself. Her bare chest was before him, twin pink nipples hardened with arousal and a blush firmly in place on his partner's face. He bent down capturing one of the hardened nubs between his lips. Miranda moaned out surprised by the sensation of her nipples being suckled. One of James' hands thumbed the other nipple while the other made its way down her stomach. She moaned in ecstasy as his free hand traced her core.

Surprising herself she pulled on James' head pulling him to meet her eyes directly. Her hands sought out the buttons of his shirt. Trembling slightly her hands traced the bare skin of the man before her. Groaning in approval as his clothed sex rubbed against hers. His hands quickly unbuttoned his own pants. She looked down in anticipation as his member was freed from his boxers. She smiled lightly as she turned him on to his back. She crawled down to him. Her lips found the tip and gently suckled there. The firm groans of approval from the man before her shot straight to her core. Her thighs ground together as his hands groped at her backside. She soon found the remains of her clothes being striped from her person as he bucked slightly into her mouth.

She moaned around him as his tongue licked at her core. It was a new sensation to her, sure she had masturbated once or twice, but nothing could compare to the feeling of the man below her caressing her core. A single finger entered her as she attempted to get as much of him into her mouth. She bobbed her head enjoying the moans of approval against her. She found herself quickly losing control as he bucked wildly into her mouth. She made to pull back but found herself unable to as his essence flooded her mouth. It was salty, and not the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, but it was passable. Her mouth bulged slightly as his essence filled her. She pulled back allowing him to release onto her face and chest. She turned to look at the man as his member turned flaccid. His eyes looked firmly upon the release on her body, she made a big show of opening her mouth showing the release resting within her. His eyes found hers as she winked before swallowing his essence. She could feel the cock resting just under one of her breasts twitch as she did that. She ran a finger collecting the essence that was upon her skin. Slowly she licked it off enjoying the way James' eyes followed her movements. She turned herself around placing her ass upon his thighs. Her hand grabbed the flaccid cock before her.. Her hand gently running up and down the skin, James stared at her as she did so. His eyes never left hers. Something about the way he looked at her awoke something within. Pride in how she looked. She liked the way he looked at her, the way he seemed to love her appearance. She still couldn't say she wasn't disgusted with her body, but in that moment she was content with it. They stayed like that for a bit, her gently stroking him and him running his hands up and down her thighs.

When he had returned to full length she leaned forward, her lips meeting his, her nether lips brushing against the tip of his member. Slowly she lowered herself. She broke the kiss as she held back a scream of pain as he stretched her, tore her open to accommodate his girth. They sat in silence as she adjusted to him; his fingers wiped tears off her cheeks, tears she didn't know she was shedding. His lips were on her ear, whispering words of comfort as she struggled to lower herself more. Slowly the pain dissipated and was replaced by dull pleasure. She lifted up lightly before lowering herself back down, a moan escaped her lips as she finally became accustomed to him. His hands lowered to her ass rubbing the cheeks lightly as her hands dug into his shoulders. Her nipples ran up and down his chest teasing her. His tongue plundered her mouth as she lost herself to lust. His mouth was warm, and inviting. Slowly she found herself turned to her back, her legs wrapped around his as he entered her gently. His lips captured one of her nipples and her hands grabbed at his hair. She held him in place over her nipple as she ground herself into him.

She was warm, wet and tight around his cock, the way her inner walls caressed him as he entered her was enough for him to lose his mind. He felt himself nearing the brink and desired to bring her to completion. His free hand shot to the apex of their joining, finding the exposed nub there and rubbing it roughly. Her mouth opened widely and a moan filled the room as she came undone. Her essence flowed around him as she moaned his name. He felt himself reach his end and emptied into her. His heat filled her as he groaned her name against her chest.

Finally the two were spent and he rolled off of her. She placed her head on his bare chest, sweat caked their bodies as he held her. She kissed at his chest lightly before closing her eyes. He looked down upon the woman in his arms as she nestled into the crook of his neck. He smiled happily as she wrapped her body around him. Whether or not she was fully aware of what she was doing was unknown to him, but it was not unwanted.

"I love you James." She said shocking him, her eyes were closed and a part of him thought maybe she was speaking in her sleep, but her breath was to ragged for her to be asleep. No she was conscious and knew what she was saying. Did he love her? He wasn't sure. He looked up at the stars above him and hunted for an answer in their unwavering light. The woman in his arms shifted and his attention shot back to her. She was peeling herself from his grasp her eyes hunting for an answer from him. When she found no answer she pushed off him completely. She stood and made her way to where her clothes lay abandoned.
"Think nothing of what I said James, it was just heat of the moment." She said her voice betraying how hurt she felt. He stood quickly wrapping his arms around the woman attempting to leave. He turned her to him and kissed her firmly. She leaned into the kiss, her tongue shooting out hunting for his, hunting for what she felt from him. James knew his answer; he knew he didn't want her to leave. He wanted her to stay with him, and not just for tonight, but for all the nights to come.

"James, I-"

"Miranda. I love you too." James said running a hand over her cheek. Miranda's face lit up, she thrust herself into his embrace and pushed him back onto the bed. She grinned as he looked up at her shocked. She crawled over him kissing her way up to his lips. Her lips found his and he held her close, bare skin meeting bare skin. She pulled back from the kiss and lowered herself to lie on his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she returned to nestling into the man at her side.

"I love you Miranda." James whispered and Miranda grinned.

"I love you too James." She said. For once in twenty years Miranda did not dream of the experiments her father conducted upon her, she did not dream of the tube she lived in, she did not dream of her failures. For once she dreamed like everyone else, she dreamed of a better future. One that the pair of them were fighting for.