Part I: Metgos and showers


It was hot.

Too damn hot.

The flight back to the Normandy couldn't get any slower than the bead of shiny sweat that threatened to spill over John's nose.

They had just finished off geth on the Metgos planet. It was devastating. Geth emerged as soon as the mako closed in to the capsule.

Minutes had ticked by and the scene previously was memorable:

"It's a trap!" that's what John heard behind him, the usual soft voice of Garrus, his mechanic for this mission. The turian had bellowed out in warning.

Ashley pulled back her assault rifle, slamming the sledgehammer X's in place, with friction and combat sensor at maxed in place. "Ready, sir!" The determined look on her face was hot.

John concentrated, pulling himself back to the situation, and steered precariously away from the first blast shooting out of the geth on the hill.

He had made that signal. The one with his finger up in the air, and the three of them went out of the moving vehicle in a flash.

Garrus quickly inhaled, using damping around the geth's glossy exterior-and it made this horrible noise, as if it were going to collapse over like a wrecking ball against the side of a steel reinforced building on them.

Ashley switched on her immunity, and her armour's turned white-ish, haloing the mercenary's red brick colour like the sun on terra cotta roofs.

She had been the first to take the front, positioning herself so that the monstrous machine would get her...

Garrus's rifle went out, mimicking the bursts of fire power pulses, taking down the enemy's shield.

John had positioned them away from the other geth then, where they were molesting the mako. If he didn't do something fast, their mako would eventually explode.

He had to pull them back in when the going was tough.

When the first geth monster stumbled in a broken stupor, Ash was already heading towards the next, Garrus on her heels.

John didn't know how many times he had to turn his adrenaline on, being vanguard, his vitals were maxed-he could take the damage in his armour, and fill the barrier.

But he didn't know how many times he had to save his comrades asses. Garrus was always the first to go down, hearing his voice from behind him, "Shields down!"

And he had to make sure Ashley was using her first aid to get their asses back on full. He was sweating then; the armour was damaged, taking hits from the side that was damaging enough.

When it was over, he picked up Ashley's limp body and dumped her on the seat of the mako. Garrus hobbled in the backseat and hurriedly tried to use his tech skills to heal the damaged hull and engine.

John had looked back at Garrus to see if he were all right, noticing that the turian hadn't even complained much about the heat. John wasn't even sure if turian's sweat.

He knew that his own sweat was pouring along the sides of his temple, running down the uncomfortable feel of his neck.

John looked down at Ashley's form, she was half dazed-being knocked out by full blasts consecutively by the hovering geths. He at least saw the sweat moistening her lips.

Full luscious lips.

He felt uncomfortable then. John looked up at the turian who wasn't even paying attention.

"Looks like we're good to go, commander." Garrus said, the smile in his voice resulting from the victory they had just done.

"Yes. Good work, team." John grinned. He looked down at Williams, "you all right, chief?"

Ashley opened one eye, "I'll be fine, sir, just slight pain. I'll be good in no time. I just can't wait to get a shower."

"You always take it hard, Ashley."

Uncomfortable silence.

When they were finally in the Normandy, it was far far cooler than they could imagine.

They couldn't wait to get their suits off.

Get in the shower.

And the showers were co-ed.

John figured he didn't think turians took showers, and saw that his friend was back at the mako fixing all the vital signs that were short circuited.

The showers were located in a very private area in the back of the sleeper pods. There was a tiny area where a door was, which was highly invisible for some odd reason. John never questioned it but who cares. He wanted to get there and acted quite surprised when Ashley came up behind him.

"Sir. I- I..." She stammered, her brows furrowed, "I'll wait till you're done."

"No." he offered, his hand waved her in, very gentlemanly like, "After you."

She parted her lips, and he noticed that she carried a white fluffy towel, a bottle of something--perhaps shampoo, and a toothbrush.

He was glad that showers in space were so revolutionary than say, centuries ago when showers were virtually impossible on ships. Then again, most inventions weren't as possible as they were now.

"I won't look if you won't."

Ashley was actually mildly amused at that, "yes...sir."

Inside, there were two shower heads, and because it's a co-ed shower-for both genders, John reached over to turn the knob, placing the dial closer to the hot.

When the water poured, he pulled the blue shirt that was irritatingly clinging on to him quickly off. He looked across from him to see Ashley staring, blinking her eyes back.

"Uh...commander, I'm sorry." It was interesting to see her flustered.

"I didn't think you to be the shy type, Williams."

"Sir, but, you're my commanding officer...and, well, there's regs against this..."

Her voice faltered.

"I don't see anyone here higher up in rank than me, Ashley, and the way I see it, no harm in getting clean together."

"You're so right, sir." She swallowed.

Still, she turned around and took a deep deep breath. John could swear that he could hear her whisper one to ten.

A half minute later, he was already naked and placing suds around his body.

Ashley had taken her hair down, and the length of her long wavy hair fell near to her waist-her very small and desirable waist.

She turned around then, the length of her dark hair just covering the most pointed parts.

"You know, we could get showering faster if you scrub my back and I'll do yours."

Ashley had this very wicked grin, and in her hand a bottle of asari lotion.

He took it automatically, gripping the bottle a little too hard.

She turned around and let the towel that was around her waist fall. She sent him a half smile over her shoulder, "I can't wait to get this sweat and grime off me. That lotion also takes off all the dirt...quite thoroughly."

It was actually his turn to gulp. "You got it," he whispered huskily, "those asari know exactly what's best."

Ashley allowed herself a small giggle, "as long as you're in charge at handling those lotions, commander."

John sighed happily. And was so very glad that he was in charge.

He had made sure all communication links were closed off in the shower room.

Farther up, away from the confines of the little shower room, deep in the cockpit, Joker was staring hard at the screens. He had several little monitors on. One was especially at the showers. But unfortunately, the pilot was getting only fuzzy interference. He couldn't even hear anything!

"Damn! This blows." he sat back, pouting.


-not really the end


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A/N: these next sets aren't as humorous, but still in the style of romantic heated tension. Awkward, but still steamy fun. Next are Kaidan/Female Shepard and Female Shepard/Liara. (not in any order). I hope to make them sexy and fun.