He pressed his lips against hers, in a stifling kiss, while his hands started surveying the smooth surface beneath her hem. She opened her mouth, tilting her head back, offering her neck to him. Enraptured by the close sight of her soft glimmering skin, he nibbled her collarbone, until he finally reached the shell of her ear, licking it, sensing threads of her chocolate hair tangling with his tongue.

Her gasps and whimpers had him already hard and throbbing underneath his breeches, and he sensed with delight that her avid hands were already peeling his shirt off, giving him an unwanted break of the touch of her skin.

Once freed, he resumed his forays nipping her neck and touching her beneath her dress, but when his hands reached her hips, he froze.

"Are… are you going commando?" he mumbled, more aroused if possible, but an awful idea started to form in his head "Were you going out with Garrus…like this?" he growled with anger against her neck, pinching possessively her flesh "Why Jess, answer me!" he said barely containing his rage.

"No Jeff, I mean" she gasped between words, struggling to talk "no; Kasumi asked me to…"

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. Why Kasumi would ask-

"Were you the one who asked him out?" he asked with faux calm, trying to repress his fury.

"No, ah-" she whimpered; he still gripped her hips breathing in her neck "she did. I just played along, because…" she faltered "because I thought you didn't care about me"

He was starting to see the whole picture. The crafty thief had played matchmaker, leaving them both in the dark. He laughed, his anger fading in the touch of her skin. He would explain everything to her later.

"You are mine, Shepard" he said with a low, hoarse voice against her ear, undertones filled with possessiveness. Held tight in his arms, he felt her shudder.

He attacked her body with renewed force, crushing her lips with his and lifting the hem of her dress up to her waist, completely exposing her nether parts. One of his hands followed the curve of her ass, squeezing it softly, while the other one traveled to her chest, pulling the strapless dress down. His eyes feasted at the sight of her round full breasts. Breaking his fevered kisses, he directed his mouth to one of her nipples, sucking it, while his nimble fingers twisted and pinched the other. He couldn't believe that it was him the one coaxing those indecent sounds out of her, desire and need warring in his head.

He felt how her agile hands undid his restrains, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, setting his aching shaft free. He saw her licking her palm and a groan escaped his throat when he felt the moist of her saliva smeared along his dick by her gentle strokes.

"Shepard, ah-" he exclaimed, while his brain tried to react to the overload of his senses, wrapping around the idea of finally having her.

Directing his hand to her entrance, he was amazed at her wetness, her curls already soaked with her juices in anticipation.

He slid two fingers inside her, pumping into her, feeling his throat tighten and pressure start building in his stomach. The sensation of her walls clenching around him, while her hand jerked him off and his mouth devoured her breasts, were too much. All he wanted was to be inside her, possess her entirely.

"Jeff, god!" she shouted in that moment, stroking him harder, while her other hand wove through his hair, pressing it against her sensible nipples.

He sensed he couldn't last long if she kept writhing, whimpering and working him like that. It still felt like a dream, every single movement or sound she made turning him on beyond his wildest expectations.

"Shepard, wait" he pleaded "want you too much for this to end too soon"

With a seductive smile, she pushed him softly and discarded her dress, standing in front of him, completely naked wearing only her silver plumps. His lips felt dry as his eyes raked over her luscious body, blazing need burning him inside. His head spun violently as she walked to the bed, kneeling on it and bending over, teasing him offering the view of her perfect ass. This had to be a dream.

"Are you finally taking the hint, Joker?" she asked in a dreamy and husky voice.

Oh, he was getting the hint, alright.

He lunged over her, and flipping her over he caught her lips in a feeved kiss. Pulling his pants off completely he exulted in the sensation of her soft smooth skin brushing against his, the plumpness of her breasts pressing against his chest. All the foreplay had pushed him at the edge of his control, and breathing hard he directed his cock at her sex, already melted in a heat pool, parting her folds with his tip. He barely held himself back to plunge into her like a maniac, all of her eliciting turbulence in his body. Slowly, he thrust into her relishing in the sensation of her heat enveloping him. He pulled back, but Shepard stopped him in his tracks.

"Stop with the teasing Jeff, plea-"

Before she could end her sentence he rammed into her, going mad at the sensations of her rippling muscles caressing his shaft, feeling her arching her back and hearing her whimper under his attack. She felt so wet, so good and tight, he immediately felt deliciously clamped on. He gave her a minute to accommodate his girth before pumping into her with a steady pace. She was yelling, cursing, calling out his name, but he tried to focus in something else, coating his unbearable need to let go, his eyes shut tight in pleasure. He couldn't finish so soon. He felt her hips buckle around his waist, giving him an incredibly open angle to keep slamming into her. Shepard was completely gone, rocking her hips in an ecstatic frenzy, scratching his back, raking his collarbone with her teeth. She was going to leave marks on him and he loved it.

The tingling sensation of his orgasm building up in his groin alarmed him. Shit, no! He had to stop thinking in how good it felt, how beautiful she looked trembling beneath him, how exhilarated he felt knowing she loved him, how powerful he felt knowing it was him giving her all that pleasure, knowing he was claiming every inch of Commander Shepard's body…

Fuck, no!

His toes curled in anguish, directing his thumb to her clit, rubbing it in circular motions, trying to extract a spike of pleasure out of her, before…

She was crying and making mewling whimpers, that weren't helping at all.

"Shepard, please!" he screamed, voicing his plea. She was having none of it.

He kept pounding hard, steady, playing with her bead, and sucking the sweaty skin of her neck, trying to hold back. C'mon Joker, fuck, shit!, he tried to encourage himself.

In a moment he felt her thighs start quivering, trembling, and her legs fell to his sides, freeing his body, while her depths tightened its grip on him, making her emit a loud cry, the unequivocal sign he was expecting. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, scenting her fragrance and touching her flesh, he gave away to the waves of voracious pleasure she was giving him, spilling his white heath deep inside her, the hot streams of cum filling her entirely, while a feral grunt left his throat unbidden.

He lay on top of her completely spent, while she panted heavily, both of them completely numbed to react to anything else. He rolled to her side, avoiding crushing her, trying to gain enough sense to say something. She beat him to it.

"So…" she sounded hesitant

"I still love you Shepard" he said, bluntly. The time of silence had passed and she deserved to hear it every day.

She rolled facing him and smiled.

"I love you Jeff" she said caressing his beard and kissing him softly.

She was so beautiful, and she was his. His.

"So, do you want to eat something?" he asked running his fingers through her disheveled mane.

"A hamburger. Not vat-grown. An honest-to-god dead cow. With horseradish?" she said, closing her eyes, trying to remember.

"You remember, awww" he chuckled against her lips.

"Well, I do not know about you, but I still have I date with Garrus…" she said rolling her eyes.

He was having none of it.