Disclaimer: Mass Effect doesn't belong to me, nor do I intend to profit from this work of fiction.
A/N Smut warning. It's how I roll.
Shepard was furious. Jacob had found her still handcuffed to the weapon bench, trying to work her pants back up her legs with one hand. He'd stared at her, his jaw hanging open until she'd snapped at him, and he'd moved to assist her, biting his lips to keep from laughing.
Her wrist was still sore the next morning as she stood waiting by the shuttle, gearing up to head to the prison ship, Purgatory. She was barely resisting the urge to punch the smirking merc in the face.
She clenched her teeth when, her under armor still rolled down around her waist, he'd sauntered over to her and taken her hand, lifted her knuckles to his mouth, and on a smooth motion, flipped her hand over, pressing his hot lips to the sensitive skin of her wrist, his tongue darting out to brush against her skin.
"I don't much like seeing marks on your skin," he murmured softly, tugging her closer to him.
"You put them there," she shot back at him.
He smiled a lazy smile, and shook his head.
"So you deny your involvement in my unfortunate circumstances last night?" she hissed at him, her eyes blazing as she glared at him.
"Cher, you could have sat quietly, waiting for help to arrive," he chuckled, burying his hand in her hair, tilting her head back as he studied her face. "You're beautiful when you're pissed."
She reached out and snagged his wrist, making him hiss in pain when she gripped the pressure point in his wrist, pressing down firmly. "I didn't give you permission to touch me," she said dangerously, her tone alarmingly calm.
His lips turned up in a smile, not bothered in the least, "Maybe not, but you want me too."
She held her body rigidly away from him, she glanced around and found that no one was around. "Desperately," she murmured, rubbing her body against his. She released her hold on his wrist, and gripped the front of his shirt firmly, and fastened her lips to his in a hot kiss.
He wrapped his strong arms around her, and hissed out a breath as her hand snuck between them to cup his arousal, her fingers stroking him through the fabric of his under armor. He groaned his frustration and continued to plunder her sweet mouth, his hands sliding down her back to grip her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to him, her roving fingers still trapped between their bodies.
She felt his hips jerking against her fingers, desperate for actual contact. She pulled away from him just as he moaned deeply against her lips. "We've got work to do," she said sweetly, and turned back to finish suiting up. He reached for her, but his hand came up empty as she nipped out of his way, and Garrus turned the corner. The turian looked at both of them, and narrowed his eyes suspiciously before he stalked towards the shuttle, watching them impatiently as they finished gathering their gear.
She was driving him insane. He'd been caught staring at her ass a few times during the mission, and she was driving him to distraction. At the rate he'd been going today, she'd probably never take him out with her again. He was currently sulking into a mug of coffee, sitting on the floor in front of a random console that had absolutely nothing wrong with it. He thought better when his hands were busy, so he decided to gut the thing and put it back together. EDI, the ship's AI, hadn't protested, so he figured it was a non-vital one anyway.
He was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice Shepard standing behind him, transfixed as his fingers flew over the console, occasionally wiping his sweaty brow with his forearm. She sucked in a deep breath, determined to walk back the way she came. Instead, her feet carried her over to stand next to him, her knees bent, and next thing she knew, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him, their knees bumping as she watched him work.
He shot a glance at her, but continued in silence putting the console back together, occasionally gesturing for one tool or another he had sitting on the floor close to her. She would hand him the tool, and his fingers would stroke her palm or her wrist as he took it from her, noting her sharp intake of breath each time.
She waited patiently beside him, lost in her own thoughts, and didn't realize he was finished until she felt his warm hand resting lightly on her thigh. She slowly turned her head to look at him, shifting her body towards his, crawling into his lap to sit with her legs wrapped about his waist.
"Ah, quelle surprise," he murmured, bringing his hands around her, stroking up and down her back. He raised an eyebrow as she looped her arms around his shoulders, bringing her breast flush against his chest. "Que puis-je faire pour vous, Commandant," he asked, curious as to why she was sitting, lithe and warm, in his lap.
She didn't reply, just pressed her lips to his, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth to run her tongue along the sensitive flesh. She smiled against him as his arms tightened around her, pulling her to rub against his stiff erection. She squirmed in his lap, and a soft groan escaped his lips as she pulled away from him to press her lips to his jaw, shivering at the feel of his five o'clock shadow scrubbing against her cheek.
He brought one of his hands around to cup her breast, stroking her through the fabric of her fatigue. "Je te veux," he whispered against her throat, pulling her shirt from her pants, and throwing it over his head.
"I want you, too," she murmured back, her lips against his skin, her nails raking lightly down his back, sending a shiver up his spine. She tugged his own shirt over his head, and leaned back to admire his chest and abs, trailing a finger down to his navel, the tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips. She pressed her warm palms against his skin, and with a thoughtful look on her face, she flicked open his pants, sneaking a hand in to grasp him.
He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him, caressing the soft head, stroking him in long, even strokes, her hips rolling against him in rhythm with each pull of her hand. "Je te désire," he grunted against her collarbone, his hands sliding up her back to unclasp her bra. She moaned as he bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her, making her arch her back and gasp.
He slipped his hands to her belt, and tugged her pants open. She shimmied away from him to tug her pants off, and he used the opportunity to get rid of his own. She was back in his lap, long legs wrapped around him as soon as that inconvenience was taken care of. She moaned at the feel of his thick erection sliding against her slick sex, the pressure unbearable as he pressed against her tight entrance and pulled away to tease her.
He teased her until he could bear her heat pressing against him no longer, "J'ai besoin de toi," he groaned, his need for her unbearable, and she shifted her hips to sink down on his length, her breath shuddering from her lungs at the feel of him stroking her to her core. She panted against him as she tucked her legs on either side of his for leverage, riding him hard, her back bowing deeply as he gripped her hips and shifted his hips to change the angle, making her cry out softly into his shoulder. He felt her climax crest through her as she tumbled over the edge, her nails biting into his shoulders, her muscles clasping tightly around him, urging him on as she continued to roll her hips against his.
His own orgasm broke through him with a shout as he spasmed within her, his arms holding her tightly. He felt her slump limply against his chest, their dewy skin pressed together as he stroked her back gently. She limply turned her head, and gave him a dazed smile, one he returned before her pressed a kiss to her lips.
"I think we're 2 – 2, now, right?" she murmured.
"Oui," he chuckled, wondering what the hell he'd just got himself into.
