Chapter 1
When Commander Jane Shepard entered her personal cabin aboard her ship, the SSV Normandy SR-2, she immediately noticed the presence of another person, just on the other side of the room. Worse, she could tell it was a physical person, too, not just the on-board AI, EDI. As paranoid as she was, as paranoid as you have to be, with enemies like the Reapers after you, Shepard decided to throw caution to the cosmic wind. With a bellowing "RRRRAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" and a burst of violet "flame," she released a rather sizable biotic Flare, decimating her beautifully-made bed and covering the glass of the fish tank beside her with spider-web cracks. Now, expecting for her supposed assailant to have died from the intense Biotic assault, Jane was surprised to hear the other current inhabitant of her cabin emit a groan of pain. She was even more surprised to discover that it had come from, rather than a Cerberus assassin as she had expected, one of the members of her crew. And not just any member of the crew, but one with a special place in the Commander's heart: none other than Specialist Samantha Traynor, unfortunately fully clothed in her standard Alliance Navy dress blues.
"I know I said I like it rough, but I think that's a little too rough, wouldn't you agree, love?" she said in that sexy accent of hers. As Traynor picked herself up off the floor amd started try in to… do something with the mess of cloth and feathers that used to be a bed, she told her lover, "Now, let's try that again."
Shepard, dumbfounded, her mouth agape, nodded for second or two, then changed her mind and began shaking her head. It then appeared she changed her mind again, stopped, and finally replied with a simple "Huh?"
"Alright, I've already picked myself up off the floor. Why don't you try the same for your jaw?" Traynor said slowly, with a slight smirk.
Apparently having somewhat recovered from the shock of seeing her beloved "Sammy" in the same ship as her again, after Specialist Traynor's recent several-month deployment to the flagship of the Fifth Fleet, captained by none other than the (in)famous Admiral Hackett himself, Shepard asked smartly, "When… where… Huh?"
Samantha replies with, "Really, love, 'confusion' isn't becoming on that gorgeous face of yours. Though, I expect my sudden return might be a bit of a shock…"
" 'A bit?' Try a huge one! You've been gone for months, and now I suddenly find you skulking around my quarters?! C'mon, you gotta give a girl some warning before ya do something like that! I mean, you saw what just happened! I could've killed you!"
"I don't think so. Near-constant, space-shattering sex with you helps to… soften the blows, so to speak," replied the brunette Brit.
Shepard sighed wistfully as she quickly gave in, then began reminiscing of the same hot, wet, sweaty memories Traynor just mentioned. "Hell, I am pretty damn good in the sack, aren't I?"
"Indeed, you are, love. Speaking of which…?" Samantha asked lustfully as she gestured toward what she could make of the remains of Shepard's bed.
Shepard grinned. "You just read my mind, Sam!"