If there had been enough space in Ashley Williams' room, Sam would have paced. As it was, she had to settle for fidgeting. Beside her, the raven-haired Spectre was pulling off her boots while complaining about the burgers in the mess hall, but as she talked, all Sam could think about was tomorrow.
"I don't know how you do it," the specialist said at last, tugging nervously on her dark hair. "I mean, we might all die tomorrow and you're talking about food like everything's normal."
Ashley brought a hand up to caress Sam's cheek. "I know we're going into battle but what else is new? It's not like this is the first time we've been in danger."
"Yeah," Traynor protested, "But this is different. It's the fate of the whole galaxy on the line and half the Reaper fleet is waiting for us."
Ashley sighed in agreement, her acknowledgement of the stakes oddly comforting to the communications specialist. "I know that. But sometimes you have to put the big stuff aside and just focus on doing your job. It's not on you to destroy every Reaper out there. You carry out your orders and trust that the next guy is going to do same."
Sam raised her eyebrows incredulously. "Your advice is just don't worry about it? It's really that easy for you?"
The Spectre laughed. "Nah. Half the time, you're scared out of your wits. But you learn to live with it. Or you know, die with it, whichever comes first."
"Do you also learn to make highly inappropriate jokes?"
"Yep," Lt. Commander Williams agreed. "Gallows humor helps you forget to be terrified." Ashley swung around, wrapping her arms around the specialist and running hand over the back of her neck. "As do other things."
In spite of the flush of arousal the Spectre's touch was causing, Samantha replied with her best indigent little snort. "You're really going to use, 'We're all going to die' as a come-on tonight?"
The Spectre smirked. "Hey, it always seemed to work for Shepard." Sam laughed and Ashley added, "Anyway, I wouldn't complain about pick-up lines if I were you. You seduced a straight girl just after she got out of the med-bay."
Sam's eyes widened and her brown skin blushed adorably as she babbled. "But… I mean… I didn't exactly seduce you and you'd been up for a few days before…"
Ashley kissed her nose. "I was just kidding, Sam, really. Don't worry. It was great."
The specialist relaxed in her arms and Ashley started placing a series of kisses on her neck. "Besides," she added while nibbling on the hollow at the base of her lover's throat, "I'm not exactly straight anymore, thanks to you."
"Really?" Sam's hands found the zipper at the back of Ashley's jumpsuit and started peeling it open. "You're telling me you never thought about sleeping with women before I came along?"
"Oh, I don't know if I'd go that far," Ashley laughed, pulling the garment off of her shoulders, revealing her well-toned body. "I mean, I noticed when other women were good looking, but I never really made the leap to doing anything about it. I liked guys too so I didn't feel the drive to explore those feelings."
"What changed?", Sam asked as she unhooked Ashley's bra.
"You," she grinned. "You were very persistent."
Sam took her lover's firm breasts into her palms and started massaging them. "What can I say? I know how to go for what I want and I really wanted you."
The Spectre moaned as Sam's thumbs circled her nipples. They stiffened quickly and her girlfriend covered one with her mouth, licking the tip. Ashley gripped her dark hair, encouraging her to keep going, and Sam replied by nibbling around the edge of the breast while rolling the other nipple between her fingers. The Spectre gasped and Sam felt her heart beating faster at the sound. It gave her an incredible rush, having this effect on the powerful soldier, and she wanted more.
Guiding Ashley backwards until she was lying flat on the bed, Sam started making her way down her stomach, caressing the muscles there as they arched beneath her touch. She ran her tongue over every inch of it, enjoying the salty taste of her girlfriend's skin.
"Having fun down there?", the Spectre asked playfully. She'd never been with someone who seemed to enjoy her body quite this much.
"God, your abs are fantastic," Sam gushed. "How many sit-ups did it take to get those?"
"Plenty. I'm glad you appreciate all my hard work."
"Definitely." Sam finished pulling off the jumpsuit, leaving Ashley in only her grey underwear. "Let me show you how much."
Ashley grunted with pleasure when Sam stroked her clit through the fabric of her underwear. There was already a small wet spot there and the specialist could see it growing as she kept rubbing her lover. Impatiently, Sam pulled the garment down and spread Ashley's folds so that she could place a wet kiss on the throbbing clit she revealed.
The marine sighed happily as Sam slipped a finger inside her, slowly caressing her front wall as she ran her tongue all around her sex. "God, Sam," she muttered, "You do know how to make a girl feel special." The specialist looked up at her lover, a playful light in her brown eyes. Gradually, she withdrew her finger and resumed using her mouth, her tongue making little strokes that brought her closer and closer to Ashley's clit. Warmth bathed her bud and the marine cried out. "Yes," she urged, "Keep going. Suck it. Fuck yes, suck it."
Sam did as she was bid, her lips closing around Ashley's clit, and she could feel the Spectre's legs pressing against her in response. Flicking her tongue over the head of her lover's clit even as she kept suckling, she had to grab on the marine's bucking hips to keep up her rhythm. Ashley screamed and as her release spilled out of her and onto the specialist's face, Sam lapped it up eagerly, not stopping until the powerful body above her grew still.
She crawled up alongside the Spectre, feeling a surge of pride at the broad grin on her girlfriend's face. "So," Ashley asked after tasting herself in a luxuriously slow kiss, "What can I do for you in return?"
"I was hoping you'd ask that," Sam smiled back. The specialist climbed down off the bed to rummage through her overnight bag. "I brought something I thought you might like. Well, it's something I'd like, but I'd like it if you liked it to."
Ashley's curiosity got the better of her and she sat up, laughing as she did. "Well, what is it? The suspense is killing me."
"Ah, here we go." Sam's fingers closed around her prize, and she pulled out a somewhat lengthy, black shaft with a flared head at the top and a bulbous attachment at the base. "I was hoping you would wear this and, you know, fuck me."
"Sure thing," the Spectre offered before adding, "Just so you know, I haven't done this before, which you might have guessed since I haven't been with any other women. I mean, I suppose a guy might have wanted me to fuck him, but none of them did, so, anyway, first timer here."
Sam smiled, excited to have the chance to introduce her girlfriend to another new pleasure. "Oh, you'll love it," she promised. "I bought one of the new sensory models. It works off of some kind of nerve induction, so it sort of feels like it's a part of you."
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "Sounds expensive on a specialist's pay."
The marine grinned as her lover started to blush once more. "I might have bought it on credit." A mischievous little smile crossed her face. "Hey, I figure if the world ends, I won't have to pay it back and if it doesn't, I'll be too happy to care about the money."
"Devious." The marine licked her lips, deciding to have a bit of fun with Sam. "What a naughty little specialist you are."
"Really?" Sam raised an eyebrow suggestively. "And what are you going to do about that, Ma'am?"
"Not sure yet." Ashley took the toy from Traynor, looking it over quickly before returning her gaze to her girlfriend. "But right now, I think you should strip for me. It doesn't seem right that I'm the only one here without my clothes."
The specialist gave her a little salute. "Yes, Ma'am." Slowly, she unfastened the buttons on her uniform shirt, peeling it open to reveal a line of tan skin broken only by the clasp of her lacy black bra Sam undid that as well and slipped out of the lingerie while leaving her shirt on but undone enough to reveal a considerable amount of her cleavage.
Next, she whipped off her belt and unbuttoned her pants before sliding them over her hips with perhaps a little more shimmy than was strictly necessary. Over on the bed, she could see Ashley's dark eyes focusing on her, devouring every inch of her body with an hunger that sent a thrill through Sam, and she decided to heat up her show. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," she breathed, running a finger along the front of her black lace panties before sliding it beneath them to caress her throbbing sex, "I'm afraid these aren't regulation."
"Well, then," Ashley grinned, "You'll have to lose them, won't you?"
"I imagine so." Sam slid down the panties and stepped out of them before moving back to her shirt, but Ashley stopped her.
"No, leave that on. I want to fuck you in uniform." Sam swallowed hard at those words, her eyes widening with lust, even as Ashley was adding, "Now, put this in me."
Eagerly, Sam crawled back onto the bed. A quick check with her finger revealed that her lover remained pleasingly wet and so she took the toy in hand and slid the short end into Ashley. The Spectre groaned at the penetration and as Sam looked the thing over for the "on" switch, strong hands were delving underneath her shirt, fondling her full breasts. Ashley was still getting the hang of this, but Sam seemed to be enjoying what she was doing well enough, moaning softly.
Ashley's hands were making it hard for Sam to figure out the toy, but when she did, her lover nearly jumped up off the bed in surprise. Sam pressed a small button at the base and it was as if the Spectre could feel her girlfriend's hand on a particularly sensitive part of her she'd never had before. "Whoa," she gasped, "That's money well-spent."
Sam didn't reply with words. Between Ashley's climax, stripping for her, her touch, and now her reaction to the toy, Sam needed to be fucked now. Climbing on top of the marine, she rubbed her slick folds up against the base of the shaft. The contact on her sex felt good and Ashley took her lead, pulling Sam in for a kiss while fondling her breasts once more.
The wetness was perhaps too subtle a sensation for the toy to translate, but the friction was not, a pleasant pressure making Ashley bite her lip as she tried to keep herself under control. Hungrily, she ran her tongue along Sam's earlobe while telling her, "I'm afraid your punishment will have to be quite rigorous, specialist."
"Go on, Ma'am," Specialist Traynor whimpered, her need overwhelming her love of a good banter. "Do it."
Ashley did her best to oblige, lifting the specialist up and trying to line her entrance up with the flared head of the toy. She'd never fucked from this end before, but Sam helped, shifting her hips, and the sensation of her lover's body opening up to her told Ash when she'd gotten the angle right.
Sam went slowly, letting herself got accustomed to the penetration. It had been too long since she'd been properly fucked and she wanted to savor this. As she slowly took more of the shaft into herself, Ashley could only stare up in awe. The way the specialist looked just then was something she couldn't find the words to describe. The tension in her body, her curve of her neck titled back in pleasure, her eyes screwed closed, was an image the Spectre would always treasure.
At last, Ashley was sheathed all the way inside, and tentatively at first, she started thrusting. She tried to replicate the things she liked herself, but it wasn't easy to concentrate, especially with the way the toy was stimulating her nervous system, making it feel almost as if it was her Sam was squeezing, warm and tight around her. Still, she didn't seem to be doing too badly, not with the way her girlfriend moaned with each stroke. Ash reached up, undoing the rest of the buttons of Sam's shirt to give her better access to her breasts, but even as she played with her lover's hard, brown nipples, she left the garment on. She'd delayed acting on her attraction to the specialist because she was her junior officer, but now that she'd given into temptation, the uniform emphasized the delicious taboo of what she was doing.
Sam rocked back and forth on Ashley's shaft, angling her body to make sure that it hit the right spots inside of her. What her lover lacked in experience though, she made up for in enthusiasm. The intensity in her eyes as she took the specialist was making Sam's clit throb and she took Ash's hand in her own, guiding it to her needy bud.
"Sorry," Ashley told her as she started rubbing up and down its shaft. "I got so caught up that I forgot all about that."
"Don't worry," Sam pleaded through the pleasure, "Just don't stop."
"Wasn't planning on it." Indeed, Ashley did just the opposite, speeding up her thrusts. She could hear the desperation in the specialist's voice and she badly wanted to watch her fall into her climax. With her other hand, she grabbed Sam's ass, pushing herself deeper into her lover and pressing her hand more firmly against her clit. When Sam's movements grew more frantic, Ashley knew she was almost there, and a couple of deep strokes later, the smaller woman's body spasmed as her orgasm overtook her.
For a few moments, Ashley just enjoyed the sight of Sam above her, sweat running down her beautiful, tan skin, her open mouth panting with wordless pleasure, but then she started fucking her again. The contractions of Sam's body around her had translated to the most wonderful pressure on her clit and Ashley could feel the need to come once more building.
"Turn around," she ordered, and Sam obeyed. She twisted her body, not wanting to lose the feeling of fullness inside of her, and Ashley sat up, repositioning her girlfriend on her hand and knees. Kneading the woman's pleasantly soft ass, Ashley began thrusting into her from behind, able to go even deeper from this position. Sam screamed with pleasure, writhing around her shaft, but Ash's strong hands held her in place as she took her.
"Fuck, you feel good," she muttered. "I imagine you could get out of all sorts of infractions this way."
"Just with you," Sam assured her, pushing back into Ashley's hips. "Now give me everything you've got, Ma'am."
"Whatever you say, specialist," Ashley chuckled as she kept thrusting.
Sam couldn't even try to reply coherently. Ashley had sped up again and the specialist, already sensitive from her first climax, was close to coming again. She'd never been fucked quite this vigorously, the powerful Spectre hitting spots in her none of her other girlfriends had quite managed.
"God," Ashley grunted, Sam's pleasure evident in the adorable whimpering sounds she was making, "I can feel how close you are. How tight you're squeezing me. I want to feel it. Feel you come for me. You gonna come for me, baby?"
The question supplied its own answer. Hearing her superior officer say those things to her was the last little bit of stimulation Sam needed. She screamed, not caring who might hear her, and as her pussy tightened around the shaft, the toy's stimulation of her clit sent Ashley after her. She managed a final, powerful thrust into Sam as their fluids both coated the shaft, and then she just held on, staying buried as deeply as she could while tremors of pleasure ran through her whole body.
Ash's knees went wobbly and she slumped down on top of Sam's back even as her lover was experiencing the same difficultly. The two officers tumbled down onto the bed in a mess of limbs, Ashley slipping out of the specialist as they did.
It took a minute for her panting to stop, but when it did, Sam reached down and deactivated the toy, sliding it out of Ashley before throwing herself into her arms. "So, did I do okay for a beginner?", the Spectre asked, a pleased smile on her pretty face.
"You were great," Sam cooed sleepily, the parts of her brain responsible for conversation still waking back up.
"Well, I had some good directions. That and I tried to remember what I liked and do it for you."
"It bloody well worked," Sam agreed, but just then, a thought occurred to her. "Ash," she asked tentatively, "About you liking getting fucked… Long term, are you going to be happy with doing it this way instead? Because while this would be a hell of a fling, I was hoping it might turn into more.
"Don't worry," Ashley replied, kissing her sweaty forehead, "I'm pretty damn satisfied with what we just did and after we kick the Reapers asses off of Earth, I want it to be you that I come back to."
The Reapers. Sam realized it had been quite some time since she'd thought about them. It was a nice realization, especially when combined with the pleasant soreness in her body, inside and out.
"Though," Ashley added, "I wouldn't mind you taking a turn on the other end some time. Think you'd be up for the challenge?"
Sam kissed her chest. "You come back to me alive, she promised, "And I will be up for anything you want."
I wish there was more Ash/Sam; I find them so much fun to write. Next up, it's shit hits the fan time.