A/N: Alright, folks. This is the end of Part 1. And it's smut. Because it's me. You have been warned!
Chapter 4
It was a key. To a room. Apparently the club used to be a hotel or inn of some kind. A small one.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I wouldn't presume-"
She was cut off by Samantha's hand over her lips. "Let's stop pretending that we don't both want this, Lieutenant-Commander." Normally she'd have corrected the nurse using her title, but there was something unbearably erotic about the use of her military title in this dimly-lit bedroom; in that low, half-whispered, husky voice, those dark brown eyes now almost black with so little light in the room; with Ash in her uniform. She gulped, nodded, and then all the light was gone as Samantha closed the door.
The lock sliding into place was the sealing of her fate.
In seconds, Samantha's hands were on her, flipping off her uniform hat, unbuttoning her jacket, running her nails up over Ashley's scalp. Ashley's knees went weak, and she searched for Samantha's lips in the dark. It took a second, but then she felt those warm lips, that hot tongue sliding past her lips, a soft groan escaping into her mouth.
Ash pulled away after a moment. "Wha- why are you stopping?" Samantha's voice was breathless, her fingers pulling at Ashley even as the marine pulled away completely.
"Calm down, Traynor. Just let me…" The lamp turned on, and she turned around to see Samantha standing with Ashley's uniform jacket in-hand. "There we go," she said, smiling. She came back to Samantha, putting her hands on the woman's hips. "I wanted to see you."
"Oh, Ashley." Hands wrapped up around her waist, pulling her in close. Ashley wrapped her arms tightly around Samantha, going in for another kiss, gently maneuvering Sam toward the bed in the corner.
It was with a soft "oof" that Ashley, however, landed on the bed, Samantha having turned around and taken control. The nurse kneeled in front of her, unlacing and pulling off her boots, her socks, setting them aside neatly and tidily.
When she looked up into Ashley's face, on her knees at Ashley's feet, the soldier couldn't help but comment. "Goddamn, you're beautiful, Sam."
Those dark cheeks flushed slightly, and she ducked her head like she usually did. Only Ashley caught her chin this time, forcing the nurse to face her. "I mean it. You were the first thing I saw after that explosion, and I don't think I could have dreamt up another, more fitting sight to wake up to than your face if I tried."
"Oh, Ashley. Flattery will get you everywhere," she responded, surging up to kiss the marine, immediately straddling her lap on the edge of the bed. Ashley's hands went to her hips automatically, and she let out a tiny whimper into Samantha's hot mouth when she felt the nurse begin tiny little gyrations against her. A gentle pressure had her shoulders against the mattress in moments, and then Samantha wasted no time, sitting up so she could begin to unbutton Ashley's shirt.
"I wasn't just trying to flatter you, you know," she said, looking up at her, unable to simply be quiet. "I meant what I said." She liked Samantha a lot, and the nurse's opinion of her mattered a great deal. At the same time, she was something of a letch, as she was having a seriously hard time not staring at the now-large amount of cleavage that was presented to her as the nurse stooped over her.
Samantha just smiled, a somewhat wicked smile, said, "I know," and leaned down, placing a warm, wet kiss to Ashley's newly revealed collarbone. Ashley decided right then that she could stop being a gentleman and enjoy this woman who was once again busily trying to get her out of her clothing.
She put her hands on Samantha's thighs, still on either side of her hips, and hissed when she discovered that most of her thighs were exposed at this point, the skirt of her dress having ridden up quite high. Samantha let out a little moan, rolling her head back and closing her eyes at the caress.
"God, finally," Sam whispered. Ashley sat up, immediately getting her lips on that exposed expanse of throat, sliding her hands up under her skirt with the movement until she could feel Samantha's underclothes. She kissed all down her throat down to her collarbone before trailing her lips down onto the nurse's chest. Those breasts that had been pressing into her for a month whenever the woman helped her with something were now so close. She could almost feel the heat radiating off of them. She kissed a little lower, and then she was there, her lips traveling down onto soft flesh.
They were heaven: large, but not ridiculously so, and soft and warm. The way they were pressed together created the perfect little valley for Ashley's tongue to travel. Samantha's skin was divine, hot and slightly salty from their dancing excursions.
Her hands began to move again, guiding Samantha gently into the same grinding motion from earlier. The woman's hands hastily resumed what they'd been doing, unbuttoning Ashley's shirt as quickly as she could. When Ashley glanced up from the valley of Sam's breasts, she saw the woman in her lap watching her, panting, letting out little whimpers. She gasped and ground down against the marine particularly long and hard when they made eye contact, eliciting a veritable flood of arousal between Ashley's legs.
Suddenly, Ashley was flat on her back once more, her hands pinned up above her head briefly, a clear indication to leave them there. She barely had time for a cry of surprise when Samantha's lips were on hers, their tongues meeting halfway in a glorious dance. Her hot mouth felt so good wherever it went that Ashley kind of wished she had more than one of them – those kisses on her collarbone had been exquisite. It's been a while since I've been with someone I liked this much…
Her shirt was pulled open, Samantha's hands immediately traveling down her stomach and pulling her undershirt out of her pants. Then those hands were traveling up her bare stomach, causing Ashley to gasp into that delightful mouth. She could feel Samantha grinning as they continued to kiss, her hands traveling farther up until they brushed against the underside of her breasts through her sports bra. With a quick flip, that barrier was out of the way, and Ashley's breasts were in Samantha's hands.
"Fuck," she mumbled through the kiss, eliciting a quiet chuckle from the nurse.
Then nurse pulled back the barest fraction of an inch, a smirk on her face. "Yes, that is the idea, Lieutenant."
"You're gonna kill me. I'm not sure I've got the energy to keep up with you. My cast just came off today."
A squeeze, a tweak of a nipple, those hot hands making her skin feel afire. Lips on her neck, travelling up to her ear. "Then lie back, Ashley. You're my patient, after all. It's my duty to make sure I don't tire you out too much."
She groaned, forgetting herself and moving her hands to Samantha's hips, guiding them down against her knee. She got in a few of them, her lips frantically seeking Samantha's as the woman played with her breasts. But then it was stopping. Those hands had left her chest, taking her by the wrists and pinning them to her sides. The contact with the hot area between Samantha's legs immediately ceased, and Ashley couldn't help but to let out a whimper when those lips were pulled away.
The whimper caught in her throat when she saw the look on Samantha's face. "You're going to sit back and enjoy this, Lieutenant, or I will be forced to make you." Oh, but she liked the sound of that!
She sat up, pulling Ashley with her. As soon as she was sitting, Samantha pulled Ashley's shirt down to her elbows, then pushed her on her back once more, effectively trapping Ashley's hands at her sides. Then Samantha was on her feet. "Stay there, Ashley. I want to make you feel good, and I want you to enjoy it. You marines take what you want and leave the rest of us breathless. Let me show you what you can have when you take your time and enjoy it, alright?"
Ashley swallowed, nodded, completely entranced by the sight before her. Samantha was unzipping her dress. She let it fall to the floor, carefully pulling it past her hips. Then her bra came off, and lastly, her panties slid down her legs. Ashley swallowed again, unable to do anything but follow those hands wherever they travelled.
And travel, they did.
With a cocked eyebrow and a smirk on her lips, Samantha touched herself. Her fingers travelled through her hair, taking out the clip that had been holding it back. They slid down her neck, down her chest, and onto full, dusky-skinned breasts. Her fingers circled dark areolae, giving each nipple a quick flick before continuing on. Down they travelled, over a small belly, ample hips, and down to a very dark thatch of wiry pubic hair, dipping in and giving herself one quick circle around her clit. Ashley involuntarily licked her lips at this point, and Samantha laughed and took pity on her, straddling her lap once more.
"You know, I've always wanted to do that to someone," she murmured before capturing Ashley's frantic lips in her own. Ashley could only lift her hands a little bit, but she did what she could, caressing the bare expanse of skin on Samantha's thighs that she could reach. The heat of her skin where it touched her own was searing, setting her ablaze. Samantha's hands reached back up underneath Ashley's shirt, pulling it up to expose her beasts. A second later, their skin was touching, and Ashley couldn't help but moan into Samantha's mouth. Breast-to-breast, her skin on fire, unable to reach her arms up past Sam's knee – Ashley was ready to explode.
"Samantha," she said, panting, as the nurse pulled back, trailing kisses up her jaw to her ear, taking in the lobe and nibbling it a little. "Samantha, I'm going crazy here, baby."
"Impatient, Lieutenant?" A nibble, her tongue darting out to run along the rim of Ash's ear.
Ashley inhaled sharply. "I'm trying so hard not to be. But I'm…"
"Used to being in the driver's seat?" Another swipe of the tongue, Samantha's hands travelling down her stomach once more, taking hold of the button of her trousers and undoing it.
"Yes," Ashley breathed, struggling desperately to reach more of the nurse than her knees. "Fuck." Samantha chuckled, kissing Ashley's neck. "You know," she said, closing her eyes and focusing hard on the parts of Samantha she could feel. "I never would have pegged you for someone to take control like this. You're always so… soft-spoken."
"Ash," she said, a smirk on her face as she pulled back a little. Ashley nearly cried at the lost skin-to-skin contact. "I have been giving you orders and having you follow them for over a month now. I think we've established that I'm the one in charge here. You just didn't expect it from a nurse."
She thought about it, and decided Sam was right. She may have thought she was the one laying on the moves, being suave, and maybe she was, but that didn't mean that Samantha had been a mouse, waiting there for Ashley to eat her up. She hadn't played hard-to-get, and while she had gotten shy and coy when Ashley did flirt, she was nothing but calmly assertive in her job as a nurse for her and Shepard. Ashley had just sort of assumed Samantha was like other women she'd flirted with, that she was coy and softly-spoken and therefore a kitten in bed.
It was a thrilling prospect that she was, in fact, the exact opposite in bed.
Her thoughts were wrenched back to the present when Samantha's fingers took hold of Ashley's zipper, pulling it down slowly before she slipped her hand inside Ashley's uniform pants. Ashley gasped as the other hand found her nipple, tweaking it and squeezing it hard. She dug her nails into Sam's thighs, wanting so badly to take the woman into her arms and kiss and bite her skin and fill her up until she'd had her fill. The fingers inside her trousers flitted down over Ashley's underwear, and Samantha let out a pleased-sounding moan.
"You are so incredibly wet, Lieutenant." Goddamn, Sam using her military title just continued to be the sexiest thing in the world. "Right through your knickers and onto my hand."
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot, Sam." She really had the best view she could hope for, given her situation. Samantha straddled her lap, suspended above her so she had room for her hands between them. This meant her lovely breasts were suspended, as well, soft and round, and entirely too enticing to look at – and not be able to touch. Coupled with the ghosting of fingers over her sex through her underwear meant all her nerves were on fire with absolutely no sight of relief. In frustration, she slammed her head back onto the mattress a few times, groaning with each hit.
Samantha laughed. "Frustrated?" Ashley nodded vigorously. "Perhaps I've teased you too long."
Skin on her skin once more, and she nearly screamed, stopped only because of the hand behind her head, pulling her up for searching lips. They crashed together, and suddenly there was an onslaught of Samantha's tongue before she pulled away and began kissing down her throat once more. Hot, wet kisses, a tongue darting out occasionally, all the way down her throat to her breast, where she took in each nipple. After a slow, almost lazy, languid suck on each, during which Ashley tried very hard to remember to breathe, Samantha continued on her way, trailing those hot kisses down Ashley's stomach until she reached her trousers.
Here, she finally stood back up. Ashley wasted no time, on her feet in a second and shrugging off her shirt. She took Samantha in her arms and moaned at the feel of her: her skin, so hot and smooth; the weight of someone in her arms; the tickly feeling Samantha's giggle caused against her throat. She shuddered when Samantha's hands persisted at Ashley's belt-line, wriggling out of the marine's grip so she could tug her trousers to the floor. Ashley took the initiative then, tugging her undershirt and bra up over her head in one move. Given her reaction, Samantha was obviously pleased at Ashley's initiative.
Sam latched on to Ashley's nipple, pushing her back toward the bed with both hands on her hips. When the backs of her knees hit the bed, Sam let go with her mouth, gently nudging Ash back on the bed. Off came her panties, and then finally, finally, she had Samantha lying naked on top of her, in her arms, their lips together. But she apparently wasn't going to get to be the driver yet.
"Now, pay attention, Soldier," Samantha said, pushing away. Ashley whimpered, her frustration getting the better of her. She wanted to make love to this woman so bad it hurt, and then she wanted to do it again, and then maybe, maybe, she might be satisfied enough to let Samantha have her way with her. Maybe. But that wasn't in the cards, apparently.
"Oh, no you don't. You're still my patient, and you'll still do as I say. Clear?" A little smack when Ashley tried to pull her down again.
Ashley's head smacked back down on the bed. "Jesus fuck, yes."
A chuckle. "Good. Stay there. And don't look." And then the weight was off of her. She started to lift her head, but another light smack on her thigh informed her that Sam was serious about not looking, so she dropped her head and arms back on the bed with a frustrated noise.
Her frustration didn't last for long. She felt Sam spread her knees, which were bent over the side of the bed, and then that hot mouth was spreading kisses from her right knee to her groin. Then those kisses were travelling up and down her labia, fingers delicately pulling hair away to spread her sex wide open. When the next kiss landed, a tongue ventured out, searching up and down Ash's inner labia, sampling Ashley's taste.
Ashley's vision went white for a moment. She cried out, her hand instinctively going to Samantha's hair, though she didn't pull or push or anything; just a soft caress. She looked now, entranced by the vision of her nurse with her face buried between the marine's legs. Holy Jesus fuck, how did I get so lucky? She cried out again when she felt Samantha's tongue go inside of her as far as it could, searching, probing for something. She's looking for that spot- Holy fuck, there it is! She cried out again as the woman somehow pressed her tongue against the very bottom of that inner ridge, and couldn't help but to buck her hips right into Samantha's face. The nurse didn't seem to mind, though. She just moaned into Ashley, causing a lovely vibration that just made Ashley buck again.
"I'm sorry," she said, caressing Samantha's hair. "Those came out without a lot of control."
Samantha pulled back slightly. "The fact that I make you lose control isn't something you need to apologize for, Ash. It's incredibly erotic. Now, where was I?"
"Fuck!" Ashley cried out once more as two fingers made their way tentatively inside of her. They explored further, making Ashley curl her fingers into Sam's hair. When they curled forward, she couldn't help but to buck her hips up once more, groaning Sam's name as quietly as she could.
A little giggle, and then that wicked tongue was on her again, and all bets were off. She couldn't keep quiet, she couldn't keep still, simply moaning and writhing with Sam firmly entrenched between her legs. The feeling of this woman inside of her was better than she ever could have hoped for, and her tongue was doing things to Ashley she couldn't even do to herself.
It had been a while since she'd been laid, so she felt a pleasant stretch whenever Samantha's knuckles entered her. Her tongue would swipe over the very sensitive, utterly exposed tip of her clit before backing off and massaging the hood, making Ashley cry out each time. Without really being aware of it, her legs went up over the nurse's shoulders, her heels pressing into the nurse's back and pulling them together. She was close, her whole body trembling as Sam slowly, deliberately pushed her toward her orgasm.
Sam reached a hand around Ashley's hip, her fingers splayed on the marine's stomach, practically begging Ashley to take her hand. So she did, disengaging her right hand from Sam's hair and intertwining their fingers, her hips starting to buck of their own accord. She could no longer bite back her pleasure, little whimpers and groans escaping her as Sam slowly, painstakingly worked her. But even the slow pace would not hold her back, and before long she could feel herself hovering on a blade's edge.
One last, agonizingly slow lash of the tongue, and Ash stopped teetering, being pushed over the edge and falling, falling, losing herself in the simultaneous black and white light behind her eyes. She cried out, her hands clenching around Sam's hair and hand, her legs smashing shut around Sam's face, her center clamping down on Sam's hand, her head thrown back as she forgot not to shout her climax. It didn't seem to end, Sam slowly circling her clit, her fingers still moving inside of her, coaxing pleasure from her, making her climax last as long as possible.
Several eternities later, she was panting, her body utterly boneless as she involuntarily twitched with aftershocks. Sam disengaged herself, slithering up Ashley's body and rolling them over so that the marine's head lay on her shoulder.
"So I haven't lost my touch, then," she whispered. Ashley snorted, dragging herself high enough to kiss the woman who'd just shown her stars. Within a few moments, she was doing her best to light Sam's skin on fire, beginning the process of repaying her debt.