WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE

Story summary: It's been 10 months since the end of the war. Commander Chloe Shepard is sent on a mission to visit old friends and evaluate certain treaties. And she's definitely enjoying it! M for sex.

Author's Note: We don't own any of the characters.

Chapter 3-Samantha

The Normandy-Shepard's Quarters-Next Morning

Samantha Traynor pretty much had free reign of the Normandy, being able to come and go anywhere whenever she wanted, though that was not something that she was quick to admit. Mostly it had been a simple act of expediency, allowing Shepard to have access to possibly vital information in the war against the Reapers at a moment's notice rather than waiting for it all to go through familiar channels.

On this particular morning she had received an urgent transmission from Thessia about it becoming the next stop on Shepard's goodwill tour. Nothing seemed amiss or out of place until the door silently slid open and she took a step in, breathing in deeply a scent that she knew well. It was a scent that she loved but hadn't been a part of in her mind in far, far, too long.

"What the bloody...Shepard," Samantha exclaimed through gritted teeth as she stood at the table a few feet from the bed and tried to keep from strangling her commander in her sleep.

"Huh...what," Shepard blubbered out softly as the specialist turned on the light by her bed and forced the specter to shield her eyes from the sudden and sharp glare.

"Did you have a good time at the party," Samantha asked as calmly as she would if she were questioning someone about their meal sitting in front of them, all without the slightest hint of jealousy.

"Huh...oh uh...yeah, lots of fun," Shepard weakly answered as she very reluctantly pushed herself up onto her elbows and squinted at Samantha while using her free hand to push the lamp away so that it

wasn't blinding her anymore.

"I can see that...yours," Samantha started to chuckle with a small smirk before she used her pen to reach down and hold up a rather lacy and sexy looking bra with an eyebrow raised in silent request. Her gaze fell upon the large cylindrical toy and inwardly she smiled at it, noticing that it was a newer model than hers and almost as big.

"Nnh...no, I wasn't wearing...no...it's not mine, must be Lizbeth or Shiala's," Shepard started to answer but then realized that the item in particular could in no way be hers and she tried her best to cover her blush up a bit even though she knew that Samantha could see right through her.

"Lizbeth or Shiala's...either of them...oh...that makes sense...wait...bloody," Samantha commented almost in a whisper as she balled the offending piece of lingerie up in her hand before she sat down on the bed beside Shepard, a bit closer than she probably should have but as her commander didn't seem bothered by it the specialist kept her spot. She had to bite her lip the whole time to keep from pouncing on her redheaded spectre with lustful abandon.

"Thought I should give them a tour or the Normandy, especially since they were so nice in giving me a tour of Feros...guess we got a little carried away," Shepard sighed back softly in her reply as she tried to remember the night before but could only remember the highlights, pulling a hand up to keep herself covered up just enough so that Samantha wasn't getting the whole show just yet.

"I'd say they got more than a tour, a whole lot more," Samantha mumbled softly under her breath as she turned away, her voice sounding oddly forlorn and put out that she hadn't been part of either tour, before she swallowed hard and turned back to Shepard.

"Things just kind of snowballed, are you here for something important or...just wanted an eyeful," Shepard replied sheepishly acknowledged with a bit of a blush as she tried to sit up but then noticed that Samantha was sitting on her sheets so that if she sat fully upright she'd only be covered up to about her waist.

"Both...although I'm not sure that you're quite ready for it, given that you seem to still be...entertaining your guests," Samantha shrugged subtly as she tried to sound like she was being critical of Shepard's form of diplomacy, though the redhead could see that the shorter woman was watching every single move that she made out of the corner of her eye, missing nothing.

"Heh...I uh, think that they're currently entertaining each other... actually," Shepard argued as she did her best to keep from laughing out loud as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and grinned warmly at Samantha, who took the smug smile as one that she couldn't help but copy seconds later, as Shepard always seemed to have that effect on her.

"Lucky...," Samantha pouted sourly as she glanced longingly across the room towards the door that lead to the shower, almost hoping that by sheer force of will she could make it open and give her a small taste of what was going on behind it.

"You say something Samantha," Shepard questioned softly as she tried to keep a straight face even though on the inside she was cracking up laughing, not out of wanting to make fun of her shipmate but more just wishing that the shorter woman would just admit her true feelings and deal with them, come what may.

"Huh oh uh, no...nothing...but perhaps the next time that you plan on... entertaining your...new friends, maybe I could assist you...um, in a professional capacity...of course," Samantha garbled back as she struggled to keep from having her head explode from how hot she felt and just how strong her nerves were wracking her body, being helped in no part at all by the fact that Shepard had let the sheet slide down so that it was covering practically nothing.

"Of course," Shepard warmly answered with an ear to ear grin that she cast Samantha's way before she let the sheet slip from her body, as she wondered just how long the younger woman would take before turning her head away.

"Y...your dress...it's ruined," Samantha cried out in alarm, as the dress had instantly become a favorite of hers after seeing her commander in it, as she bit her lip and held up what was left of the dress, as it appeared to have been attacked by acid.

"Heh...yeah, we had just finished the tour and were on our way back here when it started to rain, the dress started to dissolve the moment that the first raindrop hit, useful in the right circumstances but...and being slightly drunk wasn't really helping," Shepard laughed back throughout her reply as she let the blanket slip fully from her chest, being only covered up by her hair, which caught the full focus of Samantha's attention for several moments before she could compose herself enough to speak back up.

"Drunk...oh really, bloody hell Shepard...," Samantha stuttered softly before she took a deep breath and had to force herself to maintain her composure and not get angry and yell at her commanding officer.

"What, we're supposed to be making friends here right, so I had a few... they had a few, we were sober enough to walk back here together so we're all good," Shepard shrugged with a sly grin and a wink that she aimed directly at her current bedmate before the redhead pulled her hair back up into a ponytail before draping it back over her shoulders, leaving herself totally bare.

"And our guests, was them staying the night...planned," Samantha more mouthed back than actually spoke as her eyes remained firmly fixed up Chloe's chest and her mouth began to water at the sight before she bit her bottom lip and turned her gaze back towards the shower, from which giggling and laughing could be heard above the din of the running water.

"Not at first, but both made it clear that they were more than willing...so I obliged," Shepard answered as she slowly shook her head back and forth before she slid her legs off the side of the bed and lazily glanced around to see if she could find her robe.

"And then some...looks like a bloody warzone in here," Samantha chuckled a bit as she looked around the room and took in the still damp dresses and lingerie strewn all over the room before she forced herself to not wonder what was going on in the shower at that exact moment.

"You should have been here Sam...you would have loved it," Shepard told her brunette friend as she slid off of the bed and felt a slight chill as her bare feet hit the cold metal floor and she started towards the couch before she was interrupted.

"No doubt," Samantha admitted with a small smirk as she gazed longingly before her heart very nearly beat itself out of her chest when she turned her head and caught sight of a naked Chloe walking past her and towards the couch a few feet away.

"Hey Chloe...wanna help me scrub Shiala's back," Lizbeth called out from the shower as the door slid open and a very wet and sudsy brunette leaned her upper half out of the enclosed space, having to keep one eye tightly closed lest she get shampoo and suds in it, before she saw Samantha and flashed her a sexy smile.

"Be right there Lizbeth," Shepard eagerly replied with a quick nod of her head as she got to the steps in her room that split the two levels before she turned back to Samantha just as she spoke up, her eyes firmly glued to the redhead's hips and backside.

"Lucky, wish I could join you," Samantha choked out as best she could, both the look on her face and tone of her voice showing a ton of envy and interest as her knees had gone numb lest she would have followed along after her commander, consequences be damned.

"Next time honey, next time...I promise, four is always better than three...," Shepard answered her immediately with a warm and honest smile that brightened up her features before she blew the brunette a kiss and then headed off into the shower to great fanfare from Shiala and Lizbeth, leaving Samantha to stagger her way out of the room, hoping that her legs would get her the whole way.

THE END