A/N: I've had to change the story's rating to M for this chapter. This new rating also serves as a warning to any who may not like reading explicit content. It is nothing too shocking, but, nevertheless, consider yourselves forewarned! It's also the very first time ever that I've attempted to write a sex scene. So please let me know what you think! Your reviews matter a lot to me. Enjoy!


[Normandy SR-2 - Captain's Cabin]

Shepard was pacing back and forth between her bed and cabin door, looking very much like a caged tiger, eyes focused yet unseeing. She couldn't even begin to comprehend why she had sent Traynor the exact message she had sent-it sounded more like a booty call than anything else. And that had not been her intention. She wanted to talk to Traynor...first. There were things she had to say. A leap she was willing to take, but only after having explained certain...issues...to her immensely attractive Comm Specialist. She would not have Samantha dive into this-whatever 'this' was-without explaining to her why she had backed off that very first time, which seemed so long ago now. She hoped Samantha hadn't misunderstood her intentions.

Involuntarily, thoughts about Liara started to flutter through Shepard's mind. Yes, she would have to explain about Liara as well. Tell Samantha why that relationship had gone wrong. It was crucial for Traynor's understanding of the complexity of Shepard's commitment issues.

Were they even commitment issues? Maybe not. Maybe they were just what they were; deep-rooted fears. Yet what were commitment issues if not fears?

Shepard cursed herself for her untimely philosophizing. This was not the time and place to reflect. She knew what she had to say. She knew she needed to say it. Running her hand through her loose-hanging auburn hair, she turned and walked to the bathroom to look at herself in a mirror. She looked good today, if she had to say so herself. There had been days when she hadn't had those bags under her eyes indicating weeks upon weeks of sleep deprivation, but other than that she could've looked worse. Aside from her clothes, though. They were not very sexy; simple grey sweatpants and a close-fitting blue shirt. Not that her looks should be overly important right this very moment-she wasn't about to jump on top of Samantha the minute she walked through the door, now, was she? Not without speaking her mind first. The jumping, well, judging by the appalling message she had not been able to stop herself from sending minutes ago (hours?), the jumping could come afterwards. If Samantha was still willing.

Walking back to the trail she had been making between bed and door earlier, the Commander firmly resolved not to let her steadily growing current of passion and lust for Samantha Traynor get the best of her. She would do what was right.

Suddenly, her cabin door started to slide open with an almost inaudible whoosj. That's right, she remembered now; she had unlocked it for Traynor. Shepard turned around to-

Enter the olive-skinned goddess.

Shepard's jaw dropped.


[Normandy SR-2 - Captain's Cabin]

Samantha came to a halt when she saw Shepard staring at her, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. Oh, so you like this dress, huh? Good. I knew this one would be a winner. She allowed herself a small but smug smile. After having received the Commander's message, Traynor had almost gone up to Shepard's quarters immediately. Then she had suddenly changed her mind, making a pitstop at her locker first and the women's bathroom second to grab and put on a cute little black dress. It was the only pretty garment she had on the Normandy, and she wanted to make use of it for once. Samantha knew she looked positively stunning in the dress. It accentuated her curves exactly where they needed accentuating-that is to say, it fit nicely on her well-rounded ass-and its V-shaped neckline showed just enough cleavage to make it enticing, yet by no means slutty. Classy black heels finished the outfit and not only made her feel more confident, but also helped her radiate this confidence. This was the package Shepard was presented with, beautifully wrapped and waiting to be opened.

Shepard, who was still staring, barely remembered to breathe. Her resolve to have a serious chat with Samantha was rapidly evaporating. She needed to say something now, or completely lose herself in this pure, divine beauty Traynor revealed herself to be.

"Samantha..." Shepard had intended to sound resolved, but instead she sounded as if she was saying 'if you take but one step closer I swear I'll ravish you right here right now'.

The latter was closer to what Samantha picked up from Shepard's one-word sentence and she took a step forward, heel clicking on the floor with an almost deafening noise. The Commander's hamster got a scare and ran back into its little wooden house.

"Shepard, I got your message and obliged. No chess board," Samantha cooed. Where did I suddenly get all this courage from? Can't possibly be this dress? Shepard's still just staring at me. Maybe I'm overdoing it?

Don't start thinking now. You'll ruin it, Sam.

Shepard wanted to say something, thought she should say something, but found her mouth dry. An unrestrained thought questioned the why of her sudden enchantment with Samantha. Another unrestrained thought reminded her of the fact that she hadn't had sex in close to a year. Her face twisted as the started to accept the inevitable.

Why does Shepard suddenly look so distraught? Oh, for fuck's sake. Good job, Sam. Too bloody soon yet again.

Shepard blinked. It was hopeless.

She caved in.

The distance between the two women was closed quickly; Shepard nearly launched herself at Samantha. Cupping Traynor's head in both her hands, the Commander pressed her lips to Sam's.

Samantha's eyes widened with shock at first, and then her world ignited. Or maybe just her loins. She threw her arms around Shepard and answered the kiss, sucking on her lips gently yet hungrily at the same time. A few licks served to part Shepard's lips and invited Samantha's tongue inside. They wrestled, slowly at first-and a bit awkwardly too-then accelerating to the point of a necessary pause to catch breaths.

Panting, Shepard stood and looked Samantha in the eyes-dark eyes shining with passion and hunger. Irresistible eyes. She closed the distance between them again, now fully pressing into Traynor, breasts separated from breasts by nothing but removable fabric, and kissed her on the mouth again. Alternating between suckling and biting, she elicited now a moan and then a shudder from Samantha. Her hands were slowly tracing the zipper's path down Samantha's back, toying with the slider, pulling it up and pushing it down, yet not completely undoing it.

Samantha grabbed Shepard's somehow already disheveled hair on the back of her head in an effort to pull the other woman even closer. Her other hand slid effortlessly underneath Shepard's shirt and put pressure on her back. Shepard sighed, reveling in the pleasure she was experiencing, and finally undid Samantha's zipper. She felt herself being guided towards her own bed.

Just before they reached the edge of the bed, Samantha broke the kiss and gave Shepard a push. Shepard landed on the bed and assumed a sitting position while Samantha remained standing. Slowly, Traynor reached up to the right short sleeve of her dress. She wrapped her fingers round the sleeve and gently pulled it down, revealing a smooth, silky-soft, golden brown shoulder. She treated the left sleeve in an equal fashion, and ultimately let the dress fall onto the floor. Now, wearing nothing but a black laced bra and matching panties, she shot Shepard a challenging look.

"Fuck..." Shepard croaked. She was unaware of her lovestruck grin.

Samantha, feeling she had gained the upper hand in their love game so far, gained confidence. "Take off your shirt," she ordered sternly.

Shepard obliged instantly. Her milk-white skin appeared and began extending upwards as Shepard lifted her shirt, suddenly revealing firm breasts, nipples erect as if standing at attention. Fuck, she has no bra on... With a flick of her wrists Shepard threw the shirt into a corner of the room.

Samantha, momentarily captivated by the firmness of Shepard's breasts, released an involuntary sigh but regained composure quickly. She shot the Commander an appreciative look.

"Those sweatpants. Take them off too."

Again, Shepard obliged instantly. Fierce as she was leading her squad in combat, she had no problems taking orders in this department. Shifting on the bed to enable herself to take off her pants, she never broke eye contact with Samantha. The sweatpants were dropped in a puddle on the floor and Shepard remained seated, now only wearing red underwear. It was an almost exact match with her hair color.

So she has other panties besides SA issued ones. That's a plus right there!

Samantha remained standing and appraised Shepard's strong body. Even when seated, her abs were marvelously shaped. The muscles in her arms and legs were well-toned. Her breasts, oh god her breasts, magnificent. Just above them Samantha saw two slightly protruding collarbones and a long, graceful neck, here and there obscured by an auburn lock. Shepard's lips, slightly parted and swollen with the blood rush of desire pumping through them, nearly screamed for touch as they awaited what was to come. And then there were her eyes. Those piercing, emerald eyes. Not fierce, this time, but ravenous. Desiring one thing, and one thing only. Samantha.

The feeling was entirely mutual.

"I want you." Samantha climbed on top of Shepard, kissing her neck and tucking the red locks away with her mouth.

Shepard firmly took hold of Samantha's body, placing her hands on Traynor's sides, softly kneading the underlying flesh. She buried her head in the curve of Samantha's breasts and inhaled her spicy, woody scent. She placed soft kisses in the valley and traced the curves with her tongue. Traynor's body heat engulfed her as she tasted the skin she had secretly, unknowingly, been longing to taste.

Part of Shepard wanted to rip Samantha's clothes off and fuck her senseless, but it wasn't just about the sex. Somehow, it had already become more than that. It felt like more. It felt real. But it didn't stop that pulsating feeling between her legs from increasing. She wanted to be touched badly, yet she also wanted to savor the moment. And so she gave in to Samantha. The reins, they were not hers to hold anymore. They were Sam's. And Samantha knew it.

Taking Shepard's arms gently off her own body and letting them go where they were left dangling uselessly at Shepard's side, Samantha moved in to lick a nipple that was presenting itself willingly. She gave it a slight bite, and contentedly listened to Shepard moan. She traced the nub with her tongue as she flicked the other nipple with her fingers, feeling Shepard shudder in response. The Commander let her head hang back, eyes closed in rapture.

Shepard felt slim fingers closing on the back of her neck, pulling her head back up. Traynor's lips crashed down on hers just a split second later, tongue briefly invading Shepard's mouth before being retracted again.

"Lie back."

Shepard shifted upwards, taking care not to unbalance Traynor, and moved further back so that she could lie down on the soft sheets. They felt cool on the heated skin of her back. She was quickly rewarded with Samantha's body pressing against hers, heat radiating in from the front, compensating for its loss on the back. Samantha dug her nose in the nape of Shepard's neck and sharply inhaled the scent of the woman she had wanted to bed for so long. She wanted to take in all of Shepard; see, taste, smell, touch, and even hear, everything. She nibbled on Shepard's earlobe and then bit down in it, relishing the cry of shocked pleasure her action evoked. Showering the sensitive neck and breasts with kisses, Samantha let her hand glide over Shepard's abs and then downward. She dug her nail into Shepard's thigh as she sucked a nipple until it could not go upright any further. Her fingers started to roam around Shepard's inner thighs, carefully avoiding the heated, pulsating spot in the middle.

"You...tease..." Shepard groaned, smiling despite herself.

"Tease? Oh, I could go much, much slower..." purred Samantha.

"Fuck no!" Shepard tried to lift her head to look Samantha in the eyes, but was immediately put back down on the bed by a firm hand. "Don't, please...don't. I need you...just like...this," she breathed.

Samantha gave a throaty laugh and started working her hand towards the edge of Shepard's already soaked panties. Shepard whimpered, barely able to stop herself from begging to be touched. As Samantha's fingers found fabric, she lifted the panties up and released them, causing them to come down on Shepard's sensitive flesh with a pang. Shepard gasped.

"Fuuuuck! You-" A quick but gentle stroke on her bud came as a complete surprise and the sheer contrast with what she had felt a second ago nearly made Shepard come right that moment. "FUCK!"

Sam's fingers snaked around the panties and pulled them down. Samantha leaned back to appreciate the beauty stretching out before her. Shepard had her eyes closed, mouth twisted in the agony of insuppressible desire, chest heaving, her sex glistening like a lake in moonlight. Samantha plunged into the lake with one finger and felt the warm, slick wetness enveloping her. Shepard moaned in pleasure and unconsciously spread her legs further to give Samantha better access, who took the cue and slid another finger into welcoming folds. She curled both fingers up to reach that one sensitive spot and brushed over it. Shepard involuntarily arched upward as she let out a loud cry.

"YES! Fuck...yes! That feels...fuck!"

Samantha kept going, alternating between rotating her fingers, moving them in and out, and curling them up. All her moves were met with approving moans and sighs from Shepard, who was starting to move into Samantha's hand in an effort to further increase the pressure. Without sliding out of her, Samantha climbed on top of Shepard, and positioned herself so that she could keep her fingers inside Shepard and close her mouth around a breast at the same time. She bit down on a nipple as she added a third finger, increasing the motion of her hand, slick with wet desire.

"AHH! Don't...stop! FUCK! Samanth-...AH!" Shepard let out a range of loud cries and moans as she neared the edge and then went flying over, her orgasm crashing in, exploding her very core and sending her body quivering with delight.

Shepard's body was still pulsating with the aftershocks when Samantha slid out of her and started planting kisses on her abdomen, slowly working her way up to her breasts and finally her mouth. Shepard met the kiss eagerly; wanting ever more of Samantha; wanting all of her. They stayed like that for a while, tongues playing behind the curtains of their lips, enjoying the pressure they were feeling where their bodies met, and missing it where they felt the air brush over skin covered in goosebumps.

Suddenly Shepard grabbed Sam's hips and turned her around so that Samantha was now finding herself on the bottom.

"Your turn," Shepard croaked, "and don't worry, I won't be as slow as you were..."

Samantha laughed at the tease yet felt her loins start to burn all over again. Part of her still couldn't believe what was happening to her; she was in Shepard's bed.

Nearly naked.

Having sex.

With Shepard.

At any other given moment the mere thought of this would make her blush and send her mind running in all kinds of orgasmic fantasies. And, if possible, she would touch herself, pretend that it was Shepard's hand and not her own on her clit. But now it was real. It was all happening. And it was mind-blowing.

Yes, take me!

Samantha shifted somewhat to allow Shepard to unclasp her bra, revealing beautifully shaped breasts with small, but perfect, nipples. Pristine. Shepard bent down to lick them, sending shivers down Samantha's spine as she felt her nipples being embraced by hot breath and a wet tongue. It wasn't long before they were standing fully upright like two eager toy soldiers ready for battle. Continuing to massage Sam's breasts with one hand, Shepard moved lower to graze her other hand over a set of soft, lean legs. Samantha's were not as muscular as Shepard's, but they held their own.

"Aaaah! Shepard! Don't...do- ah HA HA!"

Shepard let out a giggle. "Are you ticklish, Samantha?"

She grazed Sam's inner thighs again with a finger and reveled in the uncontrollable jerking motions Sam's body was making. Samantha tried to grab Shepard's hand, guide it to another place-anything to stop the tickling. Shepard was of course stronger-if she wanted to be-but docilely let her hand be guided to Samantha's pulsating clit. She rubbed it hard. Sam arched her head back into the bed and moaned in pleasure.

"I don't like these panties anymore." Shepard pulled them off, nearly ripping them in the process because Sam couldn't be damned to lend a hand. She was too distracted, too intent on wanting to feel Shepard all over her. She got what she wanted.

Shepard brushed the back of her hand over Sam's sex, spreading out the wetness, making the bud glisten as it swelled up even further, begging for pressure. Moving her fingers over the clit in light, circular motions, Shepard watched as Samantha moaned and panted, the pleasure inside her building, rising in a steady crescendo.

"That...feels...so...yes!"

And just as suddenly the pressure was gone. Samantha groaned and looked up, ready to demand Shepard touch her again. She received a self-satisfied grin. Shepard's eyes twinkled as they locked with Samantha's. "I want to taste you."

"Mmm...o-...kayyyy," Samantha uttered, her body shuddering in anticipation. Shepard leaned in and was immediately locked in a tight hold as Samantha placed her legs on Shepard's shoulders, trying to pull her closer to her very core.

Shepard's tongue darted on the outer edges, slowly working its way to the center, nibbling at Sam's clit, licking it, circling and zigzagging over the sensitive ridge. Samantha's hands grabbed the sheets, knuckles turning white almost immediately as she pushed herself towards Shepard's mouth. Letting out a series of high and low cries, Samantha's body started to convulse as Shepard's tongue licked and sucked, adding and relieving pressure, moving fast and slow. Her panting increased, cries becoming louder and louder until Samantha came violently, her body trembling, all her muscles contracting, trapping Shepard's face in an embrace of limbs and soft, slick folds.

When Samantha's body finally relaxed and lay still, Shepard gave her mound a few licks and smacked her lips loudly in appreciation.

"You taste good."

She rested her chin on one of Samantha's thighs and admired the landscape unfolding before her eyes. Sam's sex was partly shaved and carefully trimmed, the hair pitch black and playfully curly. Her abdomen was flat, though still moving up and down quickly in the aftermath of release, creating small waves in the air. Then came the hills; Samantha's firm breasts, nipples still erect. The small dip behind them made way for a smooth neck and slight chin on the top. The chin moved as Samantha lifted her head to look Shepard in the eyes. Browns met greens, and smiled.

"Come here." Samantha rasped, her voice hoarse from all that screaming. Planting a last, moist kiss on Sam's folds, Shepard obliged and pulled Sam into a tight embrace. Their legs intertwined in their bodies' effort to be as close as possible, seeking every untouched spot and applying pressure there until they were one single surface. Breathing in the mixture of their sex scents, both women settled into each other's arms and closed their eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over them. This was it, this was right.

"Samantha?"

"Mmmh?"

"Call me Siobhan."