A/N: WARNING! Adult stuff following - read at your own peril, discretion or pleasure.
Seriously though. This chapter is all about what happens between two consenting adults when they love each other. If you are uncomfortable reading this kind of stuff please skip this chapter. I promise you can continue reading although events in this chapter will be referred to in future ones.
I hope you enjoy, I like to think it's tasteful and it's their fault this is a bit longer. ;-)
Joker couldn't keep the smirk off his face. He was like a kid in a candy store, everything he'd ever wanted was right before him and he had no idea where to start. He hated to admit that he was nervous. He could count his sexual encounters on both hands and watching on the extranet didn't mean anything, although he'd picked up plenty of pointers. The one serious relationship he'd had was more emotional than physical, even though he'd wanted it to be more the woman he thought loved him was hesitant. He realised later she'd pitied him and he'd avoided women for a long time.
They'd entered the elevator along with several others so he had tucked himself in the back corner and leaned against the wall. Shepard had done the same in the opposite corner and their eyes had never left each other. The anticipation was killing him and from the half smile on Shepard's lips she was just as eager as he was. He felt the uncomfortable glances from the others who shared their space but he didn't care.
He slowly allowed his eyes to roam, working their way from her eyes to her lips, her neck, her breasts. He followed the curve of her hip to her thighs, lingering where her legs met. His body responded and his jeans tightened around him. The curve of her breasts called out for his hands and he imagined his mouth around the nipple that poked through her shirt. His jeans were quickly becoming uncomfortable. As if reading his mind she opened her jacket further, exposing both pert nipples and he almost groaned aloud. She deliberately licked her lips leaving them moist and shiny. Joker's breath hitched and a woman at the front of the elevator turned to look at him. He ignored her.
Shepard's half smile turned up a little further as she raised her hand to her mouth and ran her finger across her lips. The man standing closest to Shepard cleared his throat and shuffled his feet but she ignored him. Her smile turned into a grin as she slipped her finger into her mouth and back out. It was all Joker could do to stay standing, he dropped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to regain some kind of control over the sensations he was feeling. There was no room left in his jeans and it was getting painful. He looked over at Shepard and found her eyes exploring him. The smirk on his face turned into a grin when she dropped her gaze to his groin and her eyes widened. The elevator stopped and all bar one person got off. They didn't notice. Shepard smiled and licked her lips again, Joker didn't think he could get any harder but his body proved him wrong. He almost moaned and his breathing became more rapid, his heart was racing. Shit! Think of something else!
Shepard watched as Joker's eyes roamed and she couldn't believe the thrill it gave her. It made it even more interesting because they weren't the only ones in the elevator. The idea of arousing him without touching was something she would never have thought of, but the moment his beautiful green eyes started drinking her in her body responded in ways she'd never felt before.
She was nervous, she hadn't been with a man for a long time and there hadn't been many at all, but damn she wanted this. It felt right, the feelings that were starting to overwhelm her made her realise that this was meant to be. It wasn't just a physical thing, she felt connected to Joker, as if he belonged beside her. There was also the fact that she was his CO, although he wasn't looking at her as if she was and she decided it didn't matter.
As their eyes met she understood that this wasn't just physical for him either, as much as he liked to make people believe he was a perv who lusted after women she knew better. It was obvious in the way he was looking at her. She'd felt it when he'd danced with her, when he'd kissed her. God, it was hot in here! His eyes drifted lower and her heart skipped as he unconsciously licked his lips. His fingers curled and she saw his breath quicken, his muscular chest rising and falling and she so desperately wanted to run her hands over him.
The idea of arousing him quickened her pulse and as his eyes began their upward journey she opened her jacket, knowing her nipples were already hard. She wanted his mouth on them, wanted his tongue teasing her, the thought aroused her even more and she felt heat building between her legs. She'd never teased anyone before but she did now, Joker brought out the urge to have fun, to play a little. His breath hitched as she ran her tongue around the tip of her finger. She heard someone clear their throat and shuffle but she didn't care. Sliding her finger into her mouth excited her as much as him and she grinned as he dropped his head back and closed his eyes.
God he's gorgeous! She'd thought that the moment he walked into the bar, the confidence in his walk and the tenderness in his touch had made her want him more. Now he was here. Her eyes moved lower, she saw the evidence of what she was doing to him and it thrilled her. The elevator stopped but she didn't notice who got off. The tightness of Joker's jeans left little to the imagination and the thought of him inside her almost made her moan aloud. She looked up to see a grin on his face and she licked her lips, knowing they weren't the only part of her that was wet, watching as his breathing quickened further, feeling the same response in herself. Shit, calm down girl!
The elevator stopped and she realised it was their floor. She curled herself off the wall slowly, purposely brushing her hand across her breast as she turned forward and she heard him whimper softly. She couldn't stop the smile that that broke out. Apparently neither could he and as they stepped from the elevator they were both grinning like madmen. There was a relieved sigh behind them but she ignored it. They still didn't touch but they were close enough to feel the heat from each other. Finally they reached her door and she almost dropped the key in her haste to get inside. She felt Joker's breath on her neck, felt his hand on her arm, his erection against her backside and she eagerly pushed the door open.
Joker watched her lick her lips and swallowed hard as they parted invitingly. Her sensuous curl from the wall and the way her hand brushed her breast was almost enough to send him over the edge and he cursed himself silently. Her knowing smile was contagious and he responded with a smile of his own. Not touching her was driving him nuts but the longing was like nothing he'd ever felt before and he cherished it, reveled in it. By the time they reached her door he was finding it hard to ignore the want, the need to hold her. He stood so close his breath caught her hair, he slid his hand down her arm and felt her shiver, her breath hitched as he pushed himself against her and she whimpered as the door finally opened.
The door was no sooner shut than he pinned her against the wall, his hands holding her face as he hungrily sought her lips. Every ounce of his passion, want, need and love went into that kiss and she moaned as her lips parted and his tongue found hers. The heat of her hands on his back, the feel of her breasts against his chest and the touch of his erection against her made him groan. Fuck, he wanted her so badly! His hands moved down her arms, coming to rest on her hips and he pulled her closer so he could cup her backside. She pushed his jacket off and he released his hold to let it fall to the floor.
He quickly slid his arm around her and brought his other hand up, gently brushing his fingers across her breast as he trailed kisses down her neck. Her moans urged him on and he slid her jacket off and found his way under her t-shirt. The feel of her skin was almost his undoing.
'Ari,' he moaned into her neck. 'I want you so much.'
'I want you too, Jeff,' she cupped his face and lifted his head so she could look in his eyes. 'I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.' She kissed him slowly, sensually and he lost himself in the softness of her lips, in the taste of her.
As much as he enjoyed holding her against the wall he knew he couldn't stay there for much longer so he moved to lead her to the sofa. She hesitated, reached across the wall and he heard the privacy shutters close. With a half-smile she reached up and pulled him in for a kiss before letting him lead her across the room. He sat and she gently straddled his hips, her hands resting on his chest, his erection rubbing against the heat between her legs. He ached to feel her naked breasts against him so he lifted her shirt over her head. He kissed his way down her neck and she arched her back as he kissed her through her bra. She gasped as he caressed one nipple and nipped and sucked the other. He unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms, mesmerised by the revelation of her pink, erect nipples and the fullness of her breasts. He cupped them gently, ran his thumbs across the nipples and felt her breath catch.
He looked up and met her questioning eyes, 'Ari, you are so beautiful,' his hand slid to the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss, his lips and tongue eager to show her how much he wanted her.
Her hands pulled at his shirt and he sat forward so she could pull it over his head. He felt her soft kisses on his neck and as she leaned in her breasts rested against his chest. He pulled her in tight and found her lips, felt her bare skin and he forced himself to keep breathing. He trailed kisses down her neck, finally taking a nipple in his mouth. She shivered and her hand slid to the back of his neck, urging him on and he was happy to oblige. Her moans and whimpers made him giddy with delight, her enjoyment only made him want her more. He needed to be naked, to lie against her, to be inside her. A groan escaped at the thought and she lifted his head kissed him and stood up.
Shepard surrendered to him as he held her against the wall, his lips on hers. She'd never given in like this before and that excited her as much as Joker's kisses. The feel of his beard brushing across her skin highlighted the softness of his lips and the want and passion overwhelmed her. Oh god, more, please more! His need was obvious, she felt it as he pushed against her. She needed to feel him, needed her hands on his skin. His hands slipped to her backside and her hands fumbled as she slid his jacket off. She had never felt as alive as she did right then. He kissed her neck and a moan escaped as he brushed across her nipple. She was on fire beneath his hands as they touched her bare skin and the sound of his voice, the need in him, only made her want him more.
She felt him urge her towards the sofa but she looked over his shoulder and felt a moment of panic at the starlit night outside. She hesitated to reach out and shut the privacy screens, she kissed him to cover her sudden fear then followed him willingly. She straddled his hips, making sure to keep her weight on her knees but the feel of his erection against the heat between her legs was almost enough to send her over the edge. She sucked in a breath as he pulled her shirt over her head and the wet warmth of his mouth through her bra made her arch into him. As he removed her bra she felt a moment of self-doubt and it must have shown in her eyes. Beautiful, he thinks I'm beautiful.
The thought of her hands on his bare skin made her shiver and she pulled his shirt off. The kisses she placed on his neck made him tremble and the feel of her breasts against his chest was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, every part of her tingled. His kiss was hungry and she heard him gasp as he sucked on her nipple, she couldn't get enough, her fingers carded his hair as she encouraged him. She needed to be naked, to see him naked, to feel him inside her. She stood up and slowly, teasingly slid her trousers down, stepping out of them, aware of the longing in his eyes, of her own need. She hooked her fingers into the lace of her underwear and went to roll them down but his hands gripped hers and moved them away.
Joker couldn't take his eyes of her, she was perfect, every part of her. Yes she had scars, but she was a warrior, his warrior, and yet she was so soft, so tender. She slowly rolled her trousers down revealing her black lace underwear. She went to roll them down but he gripped her hands, she smiled as he pulled himself forward and placed soft kisses on her stomach, moving slowly down and hooking his fingers inside her panties. He heard her gasp as he kissed the line of lace, gradually pulling them down as his lips followed. He slid from the sofa and onto his knees, his tongue leaving a wet line down her thighs as her underwear reached the floor. He ran his hands up her legs and around to her backside, pulling her closer so he could kiss the curve of her hip, following an imaginary line, finally reaching the soft hair at the apex of her legs. His hand ran down the back of her thigh, urging her to rest her leg on his shoulder, her foot rested on the edge of the sofa as his tongue explored her wet folds, finding the small bundle of nerves that made her quiver and moan in ecstasy. Fuck, she's wet, she delicious. His fingers gently slid across and slipped inside her, first one then two as she bucked in response. She gripped his head as he sucked and licked while his fingers moved inside her.
'Oh, god, Jeff,' she moaned and he groaned at the huskiness in her voice. 'Oh fuck,' she stammered as her hips bucked and her fingers gripped his shoulders. 'Jeff!'
He felt her quivering and shaking as she tightened against his fingers, his tongue and lips relishing the taste. He loved every second of her orgasm, loved the fact that he had brought her to release but it only wet his appetite for more. As if reading his mind she pulled his head up and kissed him deeply, her tongue delving into his mouth. She urged him to his feet, her hands quickly dropping to his trousers and pushing them down. His erection tented his boxers which she quickly relieved him off and he almost lost it as her fingers touched him.
'Fuck,' he moaned into her neck as she gently circled him, slowly moving up and down. 'Ari,' he pulled her in and kissed her as her thumb circled his tip and he gave a growl of pleasure.
She urged him to sit and he watched in disbelief as she smiled and kissed her way down his chest, his stomach, his thighs. He gasped and gripped the sofa as she kissed along his shaft, running her tongue around the tip before taking him into her mouth. Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh, please yes! He'd never had a woman take him like that before. Sex had always been a hurried thing, just wanting to get it over with so they didn't hurt him, but this was more than just sex, this was pure bliss. Watching her lips close around him, the warmth of her mouth and the magic of her tongue was driving him to the edge. He tried to think of other things but that was impossible. Her eyes met his as she slid her hand around and gripped his ass, her lips sliding up, almost releasing him before sliding back down. He clutched her head as she increased her speed, his thrusts instinctive and the tension unbearable. Shit, too close!
'Ari,' he groaned, and held her still. 'I want to be inside you,' he watched her smile as she gave him a last kiss and crawled up his body.
He wrapped her in his arms loving the feel of her against him, the feel of her bare skin, her lips on his, her hands on him. She felt perfect, she fit in his arms like she was meant to be there. Their bodies instinctively moulded together as she straddled him. He met her eyes and the longing, the need, the passion matched his own, and as she slid over him he saw the delight and pleasure he felt mirrored in her eyes.
'Shit,' he gripped her hips as she sheathed him completely, his eyes never leaving hers.
'God, you feel so good,' she moaned, meeting his gaze.
Slowly they moved, she lifted herself until he was just inside then slid down to meet his thrust. Never had he felt so complete, so alive. He closed his eyes as sensations and emotions he'd never experienced washed over him. From her moans and increasing movements he gathered she was enjoying this as much as he was. Even in the throes of passion she was careful not to put her weight in the wrong place and he adored her for that. He loved the unbridled emotion on her face, the way she bit her bottom lip, the sound of her moans as she gradually lost control.
It was more than he had ever imagined, more than he'd ever hoped for, expected. His fingers dug into her backside as she let out a soft scream and tightened around him and he lost all self-control. He released into her with a strangled yell, burying his face in her breasts, holding her tight.
'Holy shit!' he gasped as they held each other.
'Yeah,' she laughed softly as her breathing slowed.
Gently she pulled him sideways onto the sofa and they lay wrapped in each others arms. He lightly kneaded her breast with his fingers and she giggled.
'My own personal stress ball,' he chuckled and she hit him playfully around the head.