AN: I may be going crazy. I can't stop writing. At any rate, this little thing was partially inspired by Aeowyn99. Go check her stuff out.
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The scent of armor and an underlying hint of lavender hit the marine's nostrils. She was close, so very close to her. The smooth features of her face, the barely visible freckles on her cheeks, her pink lips moving as she spoke. So very close.
"...then I just climbed on top of the table, trying to get everyone to shut it. The CO walks in suddenly and begins to laugh at the sight."
The twinkle of her caramel eyes shines brightly as she chuckles at the memory. She faces the marine, her face now taking a serious expression. Ashley tries not to fidget under Shepard's gaze, her eyes seemingly looking into her very soul.
Oh, how did she love those eyes. She wanted to drown in them, swim in their beautiful waves. She wanted to be the center of attention of those creamy orbs. She wanted them to twinkle as they watched her.
The space between the two soldiers was small. The gunnery chief could feel the minty breath of her commanding officer, a slight hint of alcohol lying there as well. Her breath caught as a hand caressed her cheek and the soldier leaned into the touch.
Her eyes drifted down to the slightly parted pink lips. She wanted to feel them, taste them with her own. She wanted to so badly. She couldn't resist any longer.
Warm. So very warm and soft and moist. So delicious. She moved her hand, sinking it into the short, light brown locks of Shepard's hair. So very smooth. A tongue swiped at her lower lip and she gasped. The tongue invaded her mouth, her senses becoming overwhelmed.
The kiss ended, leaving Ashley breathless. She let out breath, her forehead leaning on Shepard's.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
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She shook her head, ridding herself of the memory. Damn it! She told herself she wouldn't think of her anymore. She told herself she would focus on her career. Not her. Not anymore.
She had cried enough. Endless streams of tears had fallen the first two years. She had felt empty. Lost. Shepard had been her everything. Then... the rumors began.
At first, they made her soul ache, for she knew they were nothing more than mere fantasy. But they persisted. Stories spreading across the galaxy. A woman commanding a newer, better version of the Normandy. Yet another thing that had been lost.
Then Anderson came to her. Told her that...that she had been here. Spoke to him. Worst of all, she was with Cerberus.
Of all the... Cerberus. What happened to her? Didn't she remember all the shit they did? All the lives they took for their freak experiments? Did she forget?
Anger had boiled up in her. A question struck her: Did Shepard forget about them? Did they not have something special? Wasn't it real?
It had felt real. The caresses, the touches, the feelings, the emotions.
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Shepard straddles her, her lips pushing deeply into Ashley's. Desire fills the marine's mind as she runs her hands down Shepard's back. Her CO runs her own hands down Ashley's neck, down her collarbone, resting on her breasts.
She is pushed back suddenly, her back hitting the mattress. Their kiss intensifies, fingers desperately move to remove each other's clothing. Finally, they lay naked, intertwined with each other. The hot lips move down to her neck, causing a strained sound to leaver the chief's throat.
A hands trails down to her stomach, past her abdomen, finding her wet entrance. She cries out to the ceiling as those calloused fingers enter her, filling her. Sanity begins to leave as each thrust becomes more fervent, her body trembling.
It isn't long before her entire body tenses as a flood escapes from between her legs, ecstasy filling and travelling through her entire being. Looking up, caramel orbs look down at her, filled with love and adoration. She melts at the sight, her body shuddering with remnants of pleasure.
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"For fuck's sake, damn it!" She clenched her hands, trying to ignore the pulse of pleasure that ran through her at the memory. She exit her tent, washing herself in the hot air of Horizon. She had a directive; thinking about ghosts would help no one. Bad enough that the mechanic was an ass that didn't trust her or the Alliance.
She shook her head once more, clearing it from thoughts. No, it would serve no one to think of her. Straightening to full height, she made her way to the turrets, hoping they would be able to get the damn things to work.