Chapter 17: Easy Lover
The hot shower had felt refreshing. All the weariness had been simply washed away by the droplets of water that soothed his entire body. It wasn't just invigorating, it felt cleansing. He reverently enjoyed the warm steam that had gathered in the room, as he rested his back against the wall, allowing himself a brief relief from galactic concerns and pointless worry about a war that he couldn't prevent. Still, he realized, all good things must come to an end. He pushed himself up straight and took a towel that he tied in a knot around his waist and another to wipe his wet head, before walking out. I'll just change into my unif, he stopped himself mid thought, as he found the rather comfortable Cerberus uniform he had prepared beforehand, scattered on the floor just outside his door, the outfit's logo itself torn off. This came as a surprise. Someone had come into his room. He took a look around and spotted her on the bed. She had her legs crossed, her back arched and supported her upper torso on just her elbows. She had discarded the orange uniform and leather harness she wore all day, in favor of a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a matching vest, the annoying visor that Shepard so much hated, still rested on the ridge of her nose. Shepard approached her, without so much as a second thought. Hey, Jack, he saluted her casually.
Hey, boy scout, she remarked in a similar tone.
The specter stood towering in front of her, his hands gripping on the towel that he hung around his neck, his upper torso exposed, still glistening from the water and radiating steam from the heat of the shower. What can I do for you? he asked eagerly.
I'd tell you, but you're too damn far to hear me, she hinted, raising an eyebrow.
He climbed up on the bed, putting himself directly on top of her, his stretched arms holding him up. Is this better? he smiled.
Jack grabbed the towel around his neck with both hands and pulled him down on her lips. In spite of the force she put into her arms, the kiss itself was soft and gentle. It reminded Shepard of the first time he had kissed Liara, but the memory faded almost instantly, as he caught his reflection on that stupid visor.
A few decks bellow, Samara felt her upper lip flaring. The sensation became so irritable that it broke her meditation. She touched the space between her nose and lip, thinking there was some kind of bleeding that caused her discomfort. The back of her hand came up clean. Nothing was wrong. She decided to dismiss it and get back to her meditating. Whatever it was, it was sure to go away if she just stopped paying attention to it.
Her mind couldn't get around it. How could Liara have hacked her terminal? All her private information in the hands of a snooping asari that was too deep into ancients texts to even know how to work an omni-tool. Not only that, but Shepard had found the microphone she had hidden under his desk, just about a day ago. This was surely not up to her usual performance standards. Miranda reprimanded herself for all her successive slips.
Agent Lawson? EDI's voice echoed in her room, startling her.
What? She snapped irritated.
Jack entered the loft, the AI informed her.
Great, she thought to herself, now what is that bitch up to? With a sigh of frustration, she resigned. Let's see it, she allowed. The monitor in front of her flickered. At first it showed a Cerberus uniform, torn and scattered. Oh, this can't be good, she silently told herself. Jack's probably into another one of her hissy fits and taking it out on the Cerberus uniforms. She fiddled around with the keypad in front of her and the camera zoomed out, then panned around the room, or as much as it could, anyway, as the image became obstructed but a furry creature. Gah! Just go away, she yelled at Shepard's hamster, but except for shaking constantly, it did little else to move out of view. Miranda realized that her room was getting hot and her arm instinctively went to her suit's zipper, taking it down a notch. EDI, the operative called out.
Yes, agent Lawson? she beckoned in response.
Did you raise the temperature? Miranda asked accusingly.
Room temperature is steadily at 78 degrees Fahrenheit, as instructed, EDI explained, a thermometer flickering on Miranda's terminal, the number 78 next to it.
This day is just getting better and better, she puffed, resting her head on her arm.
Jack's hand forcibly yanked the towel wrapped around Shepard, off and threw it away. The specter had to stop mid kiss and chuckle at Zero's bold advance, but her expression didn't seem to change. She simply licked her lips, uncertain if her straightforwardness had killed the mood. The commander simply placed a hand at the back of her head, gave her one more passionate kiss and then climbed off the bed. He knelt down before the pair of legs that still dangled from it, untying the shoelaces of her boots, then tugging them off. His hands slid up her jeans, massaging the calf, then moving to do the same on the other leg. The biotic was getting impatient. As much as she liked seeing him crawl about her feet, she wanted him getting busy in other places. She placed her hand on his chin and urged him up again, laying on top of her. Shepard lowered his head, this time kissing the neck, his fingers gently stroking her midriff before she guided him lower, under the harsh fabric of her clothes, soft smiles forming on both their lips. Jack gasped at his touch and started gripping the sheets. I'm not letting go, he whispered in her ear.
The justicar was still annoyed by the burning sensation on her lips, but she was determined to keep her focus, until something seemed to bother her leg, as well. She could do away with all these distractions, but this should just be a pebble that got stuck somehow. She removed the boot and tried emptying its contents on the floor, yet nothing seemed to come out. She massaged the leg, just to make sure. Probably just a nerve ending twitching, she reasoned with herself, only then, it spread to her other leg too. Something was very wrong here, as if something was making her ... Jack, she whispered, her pupils dilating and contracting again at the sound of the human woman's name. Samara's eyes blinked, turning into charcoal black again. She shook it off, forced herself to concentrate, the white returning. Goddess, she exclaimed, a hand steadying her head. She got herself to stand up, but she was dizzy, her legs shaking, the room was wobbling. Sheer willpower managed to get her to a couch on the observation deck. Laying down, she simply gave up.
Jack found herself laying down on her front side, the commander running his magical fingers on her back. She found herself moaning in delight. I all her years, nobody had given her a massage before. He was being so gentle with those rough hands and she could deny it all she wanted, but she actually liked being pampered like this. Shepard traced a single finger down her spine. Zero shivered and turned around with a smile. That felt bad in a very good way, she admitted. What more can you do with those fingers? Jack wondered.
Turn around and I'll show you, the commander teased her, but she did just that immediately. He slid down her abdomen and nestled himself between her legs, kissing the thighs and caressing them with the tips of his fingers. She felt herself twitch from the tickling.
Come on, stop with the teasing, she pleaded. Shepard complied with a smile. He buried his face in her crotch and Jack gasped, more in reaction to her anticipation than the touch itself. She wasn't used to getting worked up this way. The magic fingers that she had just fallen in love with, started to softly tickle her sides, making her squirm. The moaning got louder, her pelvis started moving of its own accord. Shepard moved his arms to get her to settle down, placing one over her belly, the other under her. Zero tore at the sheets as she reached her peak, gasping. Shit, she exclaimed, panting. Her partner moved up to her, forcing his lips on hers, smearing her with the juices that had trickled on his face. Jack didn't mind, she even enjoyed the salty taste as she tried licking him clean. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist, he lifted her on his lap, settling her down on his shaft. Zero shivered as he penetrated her soft, still convulsing, pink flesh. He picked up his pace, his hands supporting her arching back and head, as he stared into her eyes. Jack's hands hooked themselves on his shoulders and matched the grinding of her hips to his thrusts. Shepard brought her closer to him, teasing her nipples with his tongue, even biting them, though gently. The biotic's gasps started coming more frequent, her cries raising in pitch, until finally her body tensed. She released a loud scream and fell limp. His arms still around her, Shepard settled her back down.
Returning to her quest to find the little worm that had inched its way inside her terminal, Miranda had pushed the image of the fury little creature to the edge of her monitor. She was hot and sweating and uncomfortable. Already, the uniform had slid off her upper body. 78 Fahrenheit, my ass, she thought to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the hamster finally moving away. Ugh, finally! She exclaimed, as in a small victory. I wonder if she's still in there, she thought to herself as she brought the image into full view. What could she possibly be-oh! If the picture itself wasn't a give away, the sound that came after the hamster and its sound nullifying fur moved away from the camera's mic left little to the imagination. The operative hurriedly turned the feed off and returned to her work. However, the image had managed to embed itself into her brain and now wasn't going away. Seriously, Miri, get a grip, she urged herself, then tried to concentrate back on her work. Her mind, though, came up blank. She lowered her head, her fingers digging into the back of her head, scratching as if to find the image and yank it out. Are we really doing this? She questioned herself. Sighing, she gave one last command. EDI, lock the door.
Zero basked in the after-glory of her climax as she laid down on the bed. She swayed her hips, rubbing her legs in the process, her fingers caressing her still sensitive upper body, spontaneously convulsing between irregular intervals. She hummed her content. That was intoxicating, she spoke softly, and I didn't even need the ryncol, she joked. Shepard crawled on the bed over to where Jack was, his manhood still erect. Shepard, what the fuck! She cried surprised, her gaze lingering over him as she inched her back against the wall. His hands grabbed the back of her head and forced himself inside her, the visor flying off in the process, much to his increasing content. In spite of her initial shock, Zero not only didn't shy away, but took him all in, while folding her hands behind her back. She rocked her head back and forth in a violent rhythm that the specter's hands failed to keep up with, instead opting to have them hold the back of his head.
Oh, Goddess, the commander felt compelled to exclaim, his voice shaky.
Reading through the jolts going off around his body, Jack realized that he was soon going to reach his peak. In spite of not having drawn a breath in a while, her face effectively turning a purple color and mascara running down her teary eyes, she didn't relinquish her hold on him, in fact she grabbed a hold of his hips, her eyes locking with his, her stare aggressive, eyebrows contorted. As a final act, she stuck her tongue out, cupping the rest of him and tucking him inside her mouth, her cheeks swelling as Shepard released his seed down her throat. Zero's expression softened, even giving him a little wink, then slowly pulling herself away. Her oral cavity vacant again, she took in a deep breath, a thick strand of saliva still connecting her with him. Jack couldn't help herself slapping him on the ass, just before he collapsed on the bed. All you had to do was ask, you fucker, the bald woman complained. It's not like I'd say no. And what's this Goddess shit? Did little blue convert you when she popped your cherry?
My Goddess is a human one, he came back with a smile.
Human, huh? she poked fun at him. She better not be a fucking cheerleader then, Jack mocked as she grabbed her visor and placed it back on, much to Shepard's discontent. If the specter's compliment had any effect on Zero, she did a very good job of hiding it. Getting herself up, she walked on the mattress and placed her hips over him, before kneeling back down again. Now get to business, she ordered. You worked me up good. The commander hardly needed encouraging as he clasped down on Jack's thighs, a surprised smile forming on her face, before playfully biting her lower lip. I knew you were a boy scout, but I had no idea you were a perv as well, she teased him, supporting her upper body by placing her hands on his abs. The specter had enough of her loud mouth, so instead of indulging her, he decided to teach her a lesson, by biting her sensitive spot. Jack screamed in pain and jumped at the unpleasant sensation, digging her fingernails deep into his skin, drawing out blood. Shepard hardly registered the cuts, his heavy skin weave sealing the wounds not soon after, but leaving enough to smear him and Jack, who simply crashed onto him, the visor once more falling off.
His stamina recovered, Shepard wormed himself out of bed, then grabbed Jack by the waist and pulled her up. No. No! Shepard, it's too soon, it's still sore! All of Jack's complaints seemed to fall on deaf ears as he entered her once again. She shook her legs, trying to get away, but her lover's grip was strong. It was, however, only a matter of time, before her cries of pain settled to soft moans of pleasure. Even as Shepard slapped her right thigh repeatedly, she seemed to get more excited. Zero bent her waist forward, then arched her back, looking for Shepard's lips. Amazed at her display of flexibility, the specter cocked both of this eyebrows in surprise, then lowered his head, indulging her in a kiss. Her moan reverberated inside his mouth, as he slapped her inflamed side again, her body once more tensing and relaxing. Her legs too weak to hold her up any more, she collapsed on the bed, panting from the mouth and even drooling.
Zero's body was flustered, her mouth felt dry, she was sweating, her private parts felt raw and all she wanted was to rest. Once more the strong arms of her lover seemed to grab her. Resigned to her fate, she didn't even attempt to struggle or complain. Shepard got her in a hold this time, as his grip went under her knees and locked behind her head in a position that looked both painful and way too exposing.
The battery was his home. Garrus had set down a mattress and a couple of sheets for a bed and spent almost his entire time here. Now, in retrospect, he could have used a bigger mattress, but this was the last place in the galaxy he expected to find romance. His partner had rested her head against his, seeing his own reflection on her purple visor. He huffed and puffed as she kept her body close, grinding herself against him.
I feel like I should be kissing you, he said with a smile that revealed his pointy teeth, gleaming on the smooth plastic surface in front of him.
I'd like it too, but until we start linking our environments, this is all I can do, Tali explained.
With a short shudder, he felt himself go off, staining the quarian's envirosuit in the process. The engineer had the foresight to bring along some paper towels, just for this case, so she got down to cleaning herself off. Letting it to dry would have left a rather incriminating splotch and, well, people where nosy enough. Especially Joker, she made a mental note. Making sure she didn't miss a spot, she got up.
I'm not complaining, Garrus objected. It's just that I didn't get to do something for you. The turian rose to his feet as well.
The two glowing orbs seemed to constrict behind the visor as Tali smiled. You've done more than enough, she reassured him, wrapping her arm around the back of his head, pitting him against her helmet. She started to walk away after a small embrace, swaying her hips as rhythmically as she possibly could, then exiting the battery. Passing the sleeping pods, she gambled one last look back at the marksman who kept staring, magnetized, before the door closed. Tali took a deep breath, placing one arm on Gardner's station for support as she started coughing and hacking. Oh keelah, she managed between coughs, now adding a few sneezes to the mix. I just had to pop my visor off, she cursed her luck. What wouldn't I give for some antibodies, she though as a pair of tendrils protruded inside her mask and started shoving themselves into some rather uncomfortable places, sucking out the excess fluids she was letting out. In spite of getting over her fit, the quarian kept hearing some noise, at first thinking it was just the echo of her coughs, but those were screams she realized and the voice itself was familiar. Jack? EDI, find Jack for me, the engineer ordered.
Jack is currently in the commander's cabin, Tali, the AI informed her instantly.
Commander's? She wondered. But the screams are coming from Miranda's quarters. She shook her head, dismissing it. If EDI said Jack was with Shepard, then that's where she was. And if she was screaming like that, then something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Jacob, she beckoned.
Yeah, Tali, what's up? his voice resounded in the mess hall.
Get my shotgun ready and meet me in the elevator at the CIC, the engineer ordered.
Why? What's wrong? Jacob asked panicking.
No time to explain, she said running to the elevator, just do it.
Miranda fell on her bed, with a loud thud. Her uniform had managed to find its way on the floor by now. She felt sticky and dirty, but thoroughly satisfied, as she panted heavily. EDI, if you pull this stunt one more time, I'm throwing your core out the airlock, she threatened.
Jack let out one long scream, spouting profanities along the way, that would have made even the most unphased krogan marine run out of a bar crying for his mother. Her body convulsed so frantically, her legs wormed out of Shepard's lock and the specter was certain something like that couldn't be done without dislocating a hip along the way. Sh-shit! Fu-uck, the biotic cried as she pushed herself away from him one more time and onto the bed. Her body still shaking while she scampered, she placed herself against the wall, gripping her legs by the ankles as she crossed them. Fuck you, Shepard! Fuck you for doing this to me, she spat.
What? was all the commander could say, still smiling over her exaggerated reaction, a hint of surprise on his face. Shepard heard the door open behind him. He cursed himself for not locking it after getting out of the shower.
Shepard, I heard Jack's screams and I, the quarian's voice trailed off. Seeing the commander completely naked, blood smeared on him from Jack's cuts earlier, as the biotic herself had backed up again the wall, curled up and shaking, streams of mascara staining her cheeks and a small puddle of what she could only guess was urine, at Shepard's feet. Oh keelah, she muttered under her breath, then pulled her shotgun at him. Get away from her, you bosh'tet, the quarian cried out.
What? the specter exclaimed again, this time in a completely different tone.
How could you do this to Jack? She trusted you! She helped you! And to think that it could have been me in her place, she accused him, her aim faltering, but with a stifled sniff, she raised her weapon again. Don't worry Jack, just take your clothes and follow me. This bosh'tet won't hurt you anymore.
Tali, I just had a very violent, she started only to be interrupted and frankly, she realized, this wasn't the best choice of words to make her point.
It's OK. You don't have to explain it to me. It's not your fault this happened, Tali had heard all she wanted to hear in just that one sentence.
Jack's gaze wondered off to the commander, looking at him quizzically, as if he'd have all the answers. Well, she's clearly not listening. I suggest you go along with her, unless you promise to love my new bullet holes, the specter answered her, humorously.
She doesn't need you telling her what to do, the engineer barked. She nodded towards the door. I've got your back, Jack, she reassured her. Frantically reaching around, Jack just wore her vest and picked everything else up in her arms, hurrying out the door, the quarian covering her escape with the same caution she would use against a batarian slaver.
The commander took a step towards the bed, only to step on a puddle of liquid that he hadn't noticed. The hell is this? he asked, as if someone would answer him, then sighed frustrated. He just wanted to lay down on his bed, but he couldn't with this filth littering the floor. EDI, get someone to bring me a mop.
A few hours had passed and Samara's eyes finally opened up. She looked at herself, her uniform disheveled, a table turned around and the couch she was resting on had moved in an unusual position, seemingly balancing one end against the wall. Even the tentacles on her head had been messed with. Not to mention her justicar crown, parts of which had glued themselves against the glass of the observation deck. Hurriedly, she composed herself and looked up. The door was closed. Thankfully nobody had entered to see her in such a state. Having straightened herself out, she got up and then saw Massani had collapsed behind the sofa, his one arm firmly clutching his chest, over his heart. The asari rushed to him, kneeling beside him and lifting his head, then gently placing it in her lap. Zaeed, she shouted, slapping his face. The mercenary flinched.
What? His voice could only slightly be heard as he opened his eyes, but it was enough for Samara to calm herself down.
Are you well? Worry was evident in her voice.
Yes, I, he stammered. I remember hearing some weird shouts as I got out o'the goddamn elevator, so I came in, but after that, I'm drawing fucking blanks, he informed her. The mercenary lifted himself up with a little help by the justicar. He run his hand over the scars on his face. Seems like some o' these prosthetics need some goddamn tunning, he complained leaving the room.
*Oh, were you guys expecting a smut free Jackmance? I rated it M for a reason, you know.
**So I wrote 4k words worth of smut in one day. Who knew?