this is the original revised version of chapter 2. a little kinkier, so if you're squeamish... don't read this.
Months passed. He kept up on her progress by reading her reports. They couldn't very well use resources to send love letters back and forth. What would he send anyway? 'Hi, how are you? Killed any geth lately?' Or maybe he could write her a poem. The idea was so ridiculous he almost laughed when he was supposed to be listening to Udina ramble on about one thing or another that he felt like bitching about.
Being at the Ambassador's beckon call was not how he'd planed to spend the rest of his career. He was considering retiring early just to escape them man's whining. But he would only get board and find some trouble to get into, so he stayed. It was something. He was helping the galactic cause, right?
Shepard had sent a brief message telling them she was on her way back to the Citadel, per Udina's request. He was excited to see her again. More so than he thought he would be, even a little giddy despite the gravity of the situation. It was all internal of course. It wouldn't due for him to go skipping through the halls. What would people think? Besides, he was a grown man. Little boys skipped. Grown men whistled and bought jewelery. He wasn't going to do the latter. She didn't wear that stuff, well... she didn't wear the traditional stuff. She had jewelery in other places. A present for his last birthday, though he felt it was more a present for herself the way she'd enjoyed his playing with the new 'merchandise'.
Anderson casually walked past Udina's desk as he paced the floor. He glanced down at the display screen, curious what the Ambassador was working on so fervently before the arrival of the Normandy. She would be arriving in less than an hour. A few key words caught his eye that made him stop and read more carefully. Normandy and lockout. The bastard was going ground them! How could he do that? He wanted to knock Udina's head right off his shoulders, but he needed to try to warn Shepard.
He walked as casually as he could manage to his own console and sat down to type up the message. He marked it urgent, but it would never make it to her before she docked. He had to figure out a way to help her. She had to go to Ilos. It was very clear in her reports. The conduit was there. If she did not stop Saren, no one would be able to. If only he could... He erased his previous message. Instead he prepared a message for her to read after the meeting with the Council. Only it would go directly to her omni-tool. He hit the send button and headed to his apartment. There were some preparations he would need to make.
Shepard was floored when she heard the news. How could they do this to her? How could the Ambassador do this to her? That bastard. Williams had nearly jumped through him. She herself had wanted to punch him in the face, but it would not have been worth the price. There had to be some other way to get to Ilos.
In the elevator ride down to the Presidium her omni-tool beeped with a new message. I was from David. She had been disappointed when he was not on the docking ramp to meet her. Even more so when he was not at the meeting with the Council. She hoped that the message was some sort of explanation. Instead it simply said;
I'm home.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She wondered, venomously, aloud. If he was home then why wasn't he at the meeting... He wanted her to come to his apartment. Did he know she just got grounded? It was hardly good timing for a romantic encounter.
Garrus and Ashley were in the elevator with her. They gave each a wary look before Garrus spoke up. Ashley had Shepard's back in the Council Chambers, calling Udina out, but Shepard and Garrus were much closer friends and the Commander was clearly upset. They all were after finding out they were grounded.
"What is it?" the turian inquired.
"Dav... Captain Anderson sent me a message. I think he may be able to help." She lied.
It was a bad lie, and she knew it, but she wasn't about to tell anyone what the message had really said. At least not with Ashley with in ear shot. She liked her, but the girl had some funny ideas and probably would not understand her unique relationship with the Captain.
"That's good news. What does he want to do?" Garrus played along. He saw right through the lie, but figured it was more for Williams' benefit than his.
"I'm going to meet him in a few minutes." She answered.
The elevator doors opened and they stepped out onto pristine white floor of the Presidium. She took a few steps forward before turning to face her team.
"I want you and Williams to head back to the Normandy." She instructed Garrus. "Get her ready to leave. I want to be prepared for battle, whether it's here... or Ilos." She said locking eyes with the turian. She hoped her thoughts would some how transfer. It eased her worry when he nodded back.
"Of course, Commander." He said. He wanted to know more, but she had a plan and this was his part.
Shepard waited for the two of them to round the bend before heading in the opposite direction. She had never been to his apartment. They'd never had the chance. They had spent every night on the Normandy either in space or docked for a few hours on some planet or another. He had included an address and directions, so it wouldn't be hard to find. She was a little surprised when she had to take an elevator to the upper levels of the Presidium.
The door was open, she let herself in. She could see David through the glass doors across the room on the balcony. His back was too her as he looked out across the Presidium. He wore civies instead of his usual uniform. It was a rare sight. It was a little strange to see him in denim, but it accented his 'assets' nicely. Sonya grinned.
David's apartment was quite nicely furnished, especially for an old bachelor pad with stream lined furniture and potted greenery. She was impressed. He had works of fine art from different species both on the walls and as sculpture. An acoustic guitar and classical violin with a bow lay propped up in one corner. One wall was lined with shelves littered with data pads as well as old books. Real books! She hadn't seen anything made of paper in a long time. She took a few seconds to scan the various titles. 'Time Machine', 'Wizard of Oz', 'Lord of the Rings', 'The Hobbit', 'Virm T'Sharik's guild to Quantum Mechanics'... She hadn't really pegged him for one that enjoyed classic fiction, much less to have anything on quantum mechanics. It seemed he still had a few surprises for her.
She slipped through the glass doors and stepped out onto the balcony. The view was breath taking. The took the rail next to him, unable to take her eyes of the expanse below them.
David looked at her as she took in the view. The artificial day light from above made her hair shine like silver. It made him realize just how much he really had missed her.
"I'm glad you came." He said.
"The view is nice." She said with a smirk. She was purposefully down playing her true opinion.
"Not as nice as what I'm looking at." He complimented her as he took her face in his hands.
She blushed a little, letting her femininity show. Something she only did for him. He grinned down at her.
"I missed you." He confessed.
"I missed you too, daddy." She smiled.
Her eyes flicked to his lips. He leaned in to kiss her as she rested her hands on his firm chest. The instant their lips touched the kiss exploded into a passionate embrace. His arms held her tightly to him, hers wrapped around his neck. Her hands cupped either side of his face and she pulled away.
"No." She breathed, "We don't have time. I have to... The Normandy's been grounded."
"I know," He nodded, "but don't worry. I have an idea." He said as he caressed her face.
He took her chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing her delicate lips to his once more in a tender kiss. Then he took her hand and lead her inside the apartment, closing the glass doors. He accessed the tent control panel on the wall and darkend the glass to filter out some of the bright light, as well as provide them with a bit more privacy.
"I didn't know you played." Sonya said, nodding to the instruments in the corner.
"I did long ago. I've been practicing more lately though, now that I've had more time to fill. Life on the Citadel isn't the same as being on a star ship."
Sonya wandered the room, examining the paintings and the sculptures. David occasionally broke in on her thoughts with facts about the creator or how he'd acquired the piece. She rounded the corner wall that surrounded the kitchen to find the bed, neatly made with white linens and a dark grey light weight comforter. Simple, but masculinely elegant. She turned to face him. He stood a few respectful steps behind her, hands clasped behind his back out of habit.
"David..." She began, her eyes finding his then wandering over his highly trained body.
"I think I can override the lockout, if I can get to Citadel Control..." His attempt to avoid the subject trailed off in it's miserable failure.
Sonya removed her shirt over her head, the two handfuls that were her breast, pale and bare beneath. He watched in silence as she slid her dress slacks to the floor and stepped out of her boots toward him.
"Or I can hack Udina's computer, since the order came from..." He said nervously.
As many times as they'd been together, she still managed to make him nervous with her forwardness.
"I thought.." He cleared his throat, "there was no time..." His hands found the warm, naked flesh of her waist as she kissed away the last of his words.
"It's been months... I need you." She breathed.
He allowed her to undress him and lead him by both hands to his own bed, resisting slightly. She was very persuasive, and his own needs were throbbing their desire.
They skipped the foreplay. They didn't need to build the fire. It already burned with a vengeance in each of them. He lay over her as she let him push her knees open. Her pinkness was already moist and beaconing. He took her lips as he took her body, pushing his way in roughly.
She arched into him, the presence of him inside her after so long a welcome intrusion. A soft moan left her lips. His calloused hands fondled her breasts, his darker skin a sharp contrast to her creamier complexion. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he thrust himself deep into her tight wetness. It was almost like the first time they were together.
His hands explored her body with liberal wonton. His groans were the undertow of her softer moans and whimpers. The quiet sounds of their union, the lapping tide on the shore. He stroked her hair lovingly, looking down on her serene face as he made tender passion with her. Her fingers dug into his back, her hot sex spasmed around him. She was getting close.
"Oh Da.." She cut herself off with a soft moan. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming..."
He took one of her bright pink nipples in his mouth as she arched into him. Her sex suddenly wetter and dripping between her cheeks.
"Daddy.." she whined. "Make me cum again. Do it again... please?"
He could feel her tightening around him. The sound of her moans, the sound of her voice when she called him 'daddy'... It was making it harder for him to hold back. Her dirty talk always got worse after the first climax. For some reason it made him want her even more. He was thankful she wasn't much of a screamer. He thrust harder, deeper into her, increasing the speed of his slow rhythm.
"Oh... yes!" She breathed as she arched into him. "Oh, you feel so good! "
He kissed her to try and quiet her mouth. His tongue probing her mouth, her own gliding over his like silk. She drank the saliva from him like nectar. She was a dirty, dirty girl, and while he was with her, he loved it.
"Ummm, yeah..." She moaned while looking into his dark eyes.
The twisted words spoken in sweet voice, her child like face spewing such dirty things... It pushed him beyond controlled thought. Her words finally sucked him into her depraved world. He took her hands in one of his and pined them to the bed over her head. Her petite form rendered helpless beneath him.
"Tell me again."
She smirked. She loved it when he finally gave in. He lightly slapped one of her breasts.
"You feel so good!" she groaned.
He thrust harder, claiming her skin with his lips, weaving his fingers through her hair. He pushed harder and she came harder, releasing more fluid onto the sheets.
"That's my 's girl." He groaned, and grabbed her breast, squeezing it in his hand and biting at her nipples.
"You're going to cum again, aren't you?" He said. It wasn't a question.
He could feel it building up inside her. He slipped his fingers down to their joining, feeling how wet she was for him, how swollen she'd become. Touching the point of entry as he pumped in and out of her. He teased her erect clitoris.
"Yeah..." She gasped.
"That's a good girl. Cum for daddy. I want you to say my name when you cum." he ordered. It felt good to give orders again, instead of taking them from Udina.
"I'm cumming, David!" She whispered. "Oh, fuck... David, I'm cumming!"
It was the third or fourth time. He liked to keep track, but they didn't have time for him to break the record. He would try for one more, then allow himself the release that was screaming to be freed.
"Just one more." He warned.
"Okay." She breathed. They'd spent too much time already.
She relaxed her legs and let them settle on the mattress. He took one under the knee with his free hand and pushed it up to her chest, allowing him deeper penetration. It also made it harder for her to breath. She couldn't moan unless he wanted her to. He moved her knee to rest on his shoulder so he could caress her thigh as he made love to her. Her breath caught in gasps and quiet whimpers. Her body trembled beneath him, her inner walls griped him like a vice. He allowed her enough breath to call him his name then returned her knee to his shoulder. He waited for the flood of her orgasm, her body trying to arch with ecstacy, before he let her leg slide to the sheets. A few quick strokes and he released his own apex within her, groaning against the soft skin of her neck.
He left himself inside her, both of them panting. She wrapped her legs around him and pushed against him. He let her roll him under her. He rested his hands on her hips. He was still hard and throbbing inside her.
She kissed him, her tongue finding his with unrelenting need. She rolled her hips, enjoying the hardness within. She slowly moved him in and out of her, getting more turned on by the sticky sounds the action produced. She gazed into the soft depth of his eyes, guiding one of his hands to her breast.
"Go for Udina's computer." She whispered. "I don't want you to get shot...uhh... by the control center... guards... goddamn you feel good."
He took her face in his hands and brought her lips to his, kissing her passionately until she came one last time.
They showered together, something they'd never done before. Helped the other reach those difficult places. Hands finding familiar territory with a renewed since of curiosity. Harness found softness yet again. Though the passion had to be quick, the emotions were just as strong. Her loins were still throbbing with after shock quakes when he held her, fully clothed, by the door in one last embrace. They left the apartment in silence and took the elevator together. They didn't part ways until they reached the elevator she would take to get to C-Sec and then the docking ramp.
"I'll give you ten minutes, then I'm going after the computer. You'd better hurry." He said, locking eyes with her.
He was saying good bye, yet again. He was no stranger to the life style, but it still left an empty feeling to know she might not come back.
"Okay. I'll be there."
"I love you." He said. "I don't want there to be any doubt."
"I know you do, David." She smiled. "I love you, too."
"Come back to me alive." He said. His words a harsh reminder of the danger she faced. "That's an order."
"Aye, aye, Captain." She said softly.
She hesitated then cupped his face with one hand and kissed him one more time before hitting the call button on the elevator and ducking inside. She had to wipe the tears from her face when the elevator slowed to let her out into C-Sec's main lobby.