A/N: So this is my first attempt at publishing a fic. I got this idea and it wouldn't leave me alone, and entertained me to no end. I'm open to review, constructive criticism, etc. Fair warning - this is absolutely mature content. And all of it is femslash.
Also - all characters owned by Bioware, not me.
Prologue
Samantha Traynor never considered herself to be promiscuous. Up until now, she'd been monogamous to a fault, turning down women who might have been interested in her because they were not interested in anything more. But now, at the end of times, she found that she had more offers than she knew what to do with, and was utterly powerless to turn any of them down.
She looked across the room now to the woman lying naked in the bed. She'd become quite fond of her. She started thinking about all the other women, the one-night-stands that she'd promised herself all through University and her time with the Alliance she would never participate in. She almost snorted thinking how "the end-times" make short work of your convictions. Or maybe they just make you rethink what's actually important.
The woman stirred, opening her eyes. "Hey, you," she said, shifting her head so that she held it up with on of her hands, showing off her sculpted body in the barely-there light of the dark room. "What are you doing over there?" Sam smiled and came back to bed. "Hold up. What the hell is this?" She indicated the clothing Sam had neglected to remove, rubbing the material between her thumb and forefinger. She rolled her eyes, removing the panties and tank top with a chuckle. "There we go. Now, come here, lover." And she took Sam into her arms with a slight growl, erasing her thoughts about all of the women she'd thinking about not two minutes before.