Samantha couldn't help but feel a little guilty when she overheard people discuss an inmate who had been sent to the prison infirmary last night after "mysteriously" breaking all of her ribs. Samantha knew Shepard was responsible for the injuries, something she'd done as a favor for Aria to ensure the CO would allow Shepard and Samantha some alone time.

Granted, no one here was innocent, and if Aria had a reason to go ahead and send a message via Shepard to shut them up, Samantha supposed the inmate had had it coming. When it came to dealing with the COs, there was only one rule on Omega: don't fuck with Aria. If you were dumb enough to violate that rule, you'd brought the punishment on yourself... not that thinking about it like that made Samantha feel any better about it.

She entered Shepard's cabin like it were her own; nobody batted an eye, not the other inmates who saw her on the hallway, not the guards. It was more disturbing than it was flattering.

At some point she'd become Shepard's property, everyone was aware of it, knowing to keep their hands off. Or, alternatively, if someone ever decided to try revolting against Shepard's de facto rule, that would mean Samantha would probably be the first person they would go after to get Shepard's attention. Having a hypothetical target on her back wasn't something Samantha enjoyed either. But the thing she did find herself secretly enjoying was the idea of being Shepard's.

Intellectually, Samantha knew it was ridiculous, and it was beneath her; she was no one's property, she didn't belong to anyone, she was autonomous, independent, a person, an individual, not just some thing someone else could own. That said, Shepard made her feel like she belonged to her, belonged with her, and that in return felt good. Shepard was the missing piece Samantha had been needing without even realizing she'd been incomplete.

Shepard greeted Samantha with a long kiss that left her feeling dazed and vulnerable in a way she hadn't before with anyone else.

"So, what do you wanna do tonight?" Shepard asked casually, her comment made in jest, both of them knowing there wasn't much to do other than talk or fuck. Shepard had been respectful of Samantha's boundaries, not bringing up the pass Samantha had made on Shepard when drunk a few weeks ago, and for that, Samantha was grateful. She had wanted to go for it then, the idea of exploring Shepard's physique and sharing herself with Shepard in that way exciting and exhilarating, but Shepard had been right; Samantha would have regretted it in the morning.

"May I ask you something?"
"Sure."

"Have you ever gotten anyone pregnant?" Samantha asked and Shepard snorted

"Oh, no, not that I know of," Shepard smirked and went on to explain what Doctor Solus had told her years ago. It wasn't that she was infertile, but the odds of her being able to impregnate someone were next to impossible.

"And this diagnosis was something I got over twenty years ago when I wasn't constantly eating poorly and being exposed to various chemicals, so I doubt the situation has gotten any better during the years," Shepard then chuckled.
"All right," Samantha nodded.

"Why do you ask?"
"I was just checking to figure out if we'd need to take precautions," Samantha murmured with a smile.

"Oh, I see," Shepard smiled back. She tilted her head back a little and exhaled deeply when Samantha pushed herself against Shepard, tightening her arm around Shepard's waist, grinding her hips into Shepard's.
"There's one more thing I need to know."

"I think I know what you mean. It's a few weeks old, but the situation hasn't changed," Shepard said and went to the desk by the bed, took a folded piece of paper from on top of it and handed it to Samantha. It was a medical record, signed by doctor Karin Chakwas from the infirmary, stating that Shepard was the picture of health. Samantha noted that since it was a few weeks old, it indicated Shepard had originally planned to go all the way with her the night they'd gotten drunk but she had held back for Samantha's sake. Something about that made her think higher of Shepard's character.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think to get one," Samantha then realized and Shepard smiled.

"I guess I'll just take your word for it. Besides, it's not like I have an active sex life to look forward to once you get out anyway, so it doesn't really matter," she shrugged one shoulder and Samantha sighed a little internally. She'd never thought she'd feel this way but the thought of getting out was becoming an unpleasant one.

"Well... now that we've gotten that out of the way..." Samantha trailed off and went to Shepard, reaching to kiss her again.

"Wait, wait, wait," Shepard mumbled into the kiss, "I think for both our sakes I should take a shower first," Shepard said and hurried into the bathroom, making quick work of getting cleaned. Samantha decided to return the favor from the time when Shepard had barged in on her while showering.

She went to Shepard and wrapped her arms around her from behind. Shepard glanced at her over her shoulder but didn't comment when Samantha pressed their bodies together, leaning to kiss the spot between Shepard's shoulder blades, nibbling her way up to the back of Shepard's neck before trailing her lips over to her deltoid.

"Sam..." she breathed when she felt Samantha's hand enclose around her cock and grip it firmly. Samantha handled the member in her hand, curious about how it felt, how it reacted. The skin was softer than she'd expected, the veins slowly coming easier to feel as Shepard started getting hard.

"Let me know how I'm doing, I've never actually done this before with someone who had this particular body part," Samantha said.

"You're doing fine," Shepard assured, her voice barely more than a low breath. In truth, it had been a long time since she'd had someone else touch her like this. Samantha frowned a little, concerned she'd hurt Shepard when the redhead suddenly gripped her wrist and tugged on her hand until she released her hold.

"Did I...?"
"No, no, that felt really good, but... if you keep doing it, I'm gonna come."

"Maybe I want you to," Samantha said, slowly slid her hand back to where it had been and gave Shepard's cock a firm squeeze.

"Is that so?" Shepard smiled and let out a long slow exhale, closing her eyes and tilting her head back a little, giving herself a permission to fully enjoy the touch, no longer feeling the need to prolong the release now that Samantha had made her intention clear.

"I've heard that if you get a guy to come once before actually sleeping with him, he'll last longer in bed. I'm assuming it would apply to you too... annnd I'm assuming the stories I've heard regarding this have been true. Because if not, then I don't know," Samantha trailed off somewhat awkwardly.

The only reason she was familiar with the subject at all was because once upon a time, during what she nowadays referred to as her past life, she'd had the misfortune of having to listen to her straight colleagues go into explicit details about their sex lives. She'd never imagined she'd do something with that information.

Shepard chuckled a little and turned to look at Samantha over her shoulder, grinning a little.

"I should warn you princess- the first time tends to get a little messy."

"Looks like it'll be a while yet," Samantha said when she entered Shepard's cabin. It was her last day as inmate in Omega, the helicopter to deliver her to the mainland was en route.
"So you thought you'd sneak in one last shower?" Shepard chuckled quietly.

"If there's any hot water left," Samantha quipped and went to take a seat next to Shepard. She felt anxious and sad, not at all excited about going back home because she knew she'd miss Shepard terribly.
"You remember how scared I was when I first met you?" she asked and put her hand over Shepard's. She just nodded a little and interlaced her fingers with Samantha's, rubbing a firm but gentle circle into Samantha's palm with her thumb.

"I was terrified... of the COs, of the other inmates..."
"Of me," Shepard interjected with a smirk.

"Of you," Samantha confirmed, "but you helped me. And I never would've expected that from you, not after the things I'd heard of you in the news or in the official Alliance records. I thought you'd be..." she trailed off, unable to think of the right word.
"That I'd be a monster."

"Well... basically, yes," Samantha admitted. "You were nothing like I'd expected. There's a heart underneath that armor of callousness, and I'm glad I got to know that about you, and that I got to love you."
"There wasn't a heart there for the longest time, you are the one who brought it back to daylight. Until you touched me, I didn't really know I could still feel. You're the one who helped me, and I lo-"

"Don't. If you say it, I will burst into tears in front of Aria later, and that would be mortifying," Samantha interrupted and Shepard scoffed quietly with a rueful smile.
"Thanks for everything. Even if we don't end up with the house with the white picket fence and the two kids... Sorry, stupid joke."

"That sounds pretty good to me," Shepard said softly and turned to face Samantha, taking both her hands into her own. They remained still in silence like that for a few minutes until the door to Shepard's cabin was pulled open.

"Come on. Unless you wanna stay here that badly," Aria said impatiently as she waited to escort Samantha to the helicopter that was waiting on the rooftop to take her to the mainland.

Shepard pulled Samantha into an embrace and held her a while longer, knowing she was testing Aria's patience, but she didn't care, she'd deal with the consequences later if there'd be any.

"I love you," Shepard whispered into Samantha's ear before letting go of her and she reluctantly stood up and exited the cabin with Aria.

She didn't look back.