DISCLAIMER – I do not own Mass Effect franchise, the story, or any of its characters. All rights go to Bioware.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This chapter is almost entirely dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. Shepard.
A VERY IMPORTANT ADRESS TO REVIEWS:
Special thanks go to hornet07 for pointing out an embarrassing spelling error in my previous chapter! I went and corrected that before posting this chapter.
animefan29 has pointed out a very valid point about Liara – because Councilor Tevos herself described her as one of the foremost and respected scientists. I did this on purpose, and I have, obviously, dedicated a part of one of the upcoming chapters for covering this. I will, of course, share my reasons for doing this when that chapter comes.
On another note, Indecisive Bob has expressed his prediction that the Council will be more proactive now that all the evidence was provided in the previous chapter. That is true. I do intend to make the Council much more proactive, as well as Systems Alliance (which has appeared arguably incompetent throughout the games). I intend to make everyone more proactive and smart, as opposed to trying to maintain status quo. That includes both Shepards as well.
In regards to that, OBSERVER01 has pointed out that that it'd be good to show that Marcus's judgment shouldn't be always infallible. And he's right – in any ordinary story, having an infallible character would be just wrong.
But here's the thing (and I want to share this with everyone)…
Before I started this story, I realized that Shepard is supposed to be a man (or in this case both MShep and FemShep) that is supposed to single-handedly prevent the destruction of the Galaxy at the tentacles of the Reapers. So – a single 2-meter-tall guy/girl against hundreds of thousands of 2-kilometer-tall death machines while everybody else is calling him/her a lunatic for thinking the Reapers are real and are actively trying to stop him from saving everyone.
Does that sound fair to anyone? Because it sure as hell doesn't seem fair or realistic to me. That is my motivation behind writing this story. Having a single fallible guy fight all that while blundering about is practically impossible. He's gonna get himself killed. Period.
Now, I'm most definitely NOT trying to make Marcus and Jaina superhumans that shoot balls of fire from their eyes and lightning bolts from their asses. All I'm doing is having the two of them THINK carefully and calculatedly and draw accurate conclusions. I'm having them use their brains through everything, not bull-rushing stupidly into enemy's line of fire – both figuratively and literally. Using their brains. That is all.
But, some people seem to think that they shouldn't be like this. Specifically, one other reviewer left such thoughts in his review of Chapter 5. It took me a little while to decipher everything he was trying to say (mostly because there appears to have been over 40 grammar and spelling errors in a 180-word review), but what he said amounts to Shepard (and I can only assume he was referring to him, because he misspelled his name in both cases) being a "smug prat" and a perfect, doing-everything-right guy – a thing which he obviously doesn't' like.
Unfortunately, I am going to make Shepard make all the right choices and "do everything right", because I feel that if he is to fight an army of hundreds of thousands of genocidal, two-kilometer tall, hyper-intelligent, nigh-indestructible AI machines, he damn well needs to be a perfect, doing-everything-right guy, because that's the only edge he has against them. Being anything less means the death of trillions. And Prothy the Prothean has had a thing or two to say about that.
The same review had also demanded that I drop military and technical aspects of this story because, apparently, nobody cares about that. I find that stance interesting, because entire Mass Effect franchise is firmly based precisely on military, sci-fi and tech aspects – especially Codex. I can understand that some people might find it hard to follow my story particularly, though; I do, after all, have a master's degree in mechanical engineering, specialized in weapons systems and rocketry, so I can understand that some of my expertise has found its way into this story. I can assure you, though, that since I take great pride in my calling, I am also taking great pleasure in incorporating low (non-academic) levels of technical aspects into it, as well as ensuring they are as accurate as possible.
So, while I'm grateful that the review had pointed out the difficulty some people might have with this, I'm most certainly NOT going to dumb it down. I am not writing this for the broad masses, but for those people that like to share and read about it. I'm most certainly not forcing anyone to read this.
Thank you!
Oh, and BTW, I have purposefully deconstructed a very big Shepard stereotype! FIND IT!
Chapter posted on 4.12.2016.
Tags: Action, Sci-fi, Adventure, Friendship building, Love.
Rated M – for mature and adult themes.
I certainly hope you're going to enjoy this…
Chapter 6 - And the grownups will play
With the diplomats and officials retreating to their busy work in the aftermath of the ground-shocking Council hearing, the soldiers had gone in other direction – prowling for a place to celebrate the inauguration of the first human Spectre almost as soon as the Citadel Tower elevator expunged them onto the Presidium.
On Jaina's suggestion, the group had landed in the Flux, a funky bar-club-casino in the upper wards, and it seemed just like the right place. The drink assortment was broad, the music was compelling, and the place seemed loose. And the afternoon was spent unwinding.
Ashley was a firecracker and had an elating spirit that simply got to them, lifting the mood even higher than what would even be expected. She was a soldier through-and-through, and that meant that when she was blowing off some steam, she'd really let her hair loose. Kaidan was more of a quiet type, but a couple of beers, coupled with Ashley's infectious behavior meant that he too had eased up. But when his friend from the Normandy, Corporal Jenkins had joined them, dragging Joker of all people along with him, the good times seemed to strike it high.
But all that had happened earlier in the day. The group had stayed for a few hours, had fun, told stories, made jokes, but they had ultimately returned to the Normandy before the afternoon crossed into the evening. Marcus and Jaina returned with them, but the two of them, however, had already had other plans made.
Now, Marcus was waiting in in front of the Normandy's airlock, next to the cockpit. Rather than a battle dress uniform, he wore the stylish black leather jacket over a stylish shirt, dark pants, and shoes.
"Hey, Commander," Joker called from his pilot seat as he turned to look at him. "Where're you off to now? I thought we had our fair share of fun. I even managed not to break anything! Not to sound like a party breaker – no pun intended – but I'd rather not push my luck."
Marcus chuckled. "Don't worry, Joker, we won't be dragging you along. In fact, this night's out is for me and missus."
"Oh! Right… kinda explains the suit. Not too shabby, though, Commander, if I have to say so myself! Our XO will surely appreciate it."
"Oh, I don't know Joker," Marcus smirked as he saw who was coming down through the CIC. "I think it will be I who will appreciate your XO's look much more."
Heads were turning involuntarily after the woman that strutted confidently down the path through the CIC. The click of her heels echoed through the suddenly silenced room, the high-heeled shoes accentuating her long shapely legs that shined alluringly from a light application of lotion. The elegant, sleeveless, form-fitting, mid-thigh black dress hugged her firm body tightly, where a very slim vertical keyhole slit in the middle of her chest served just so show an enticing glimpse, with an elegant pearl choker around her neck completing the set. Her chin-length hair was done up, looking luxuriously voluminous, and her face was made up with just a bit of light makeup, having such an effect that it left everyone stunned.
And her eyes were all on Marcus, like a feline tracking her prey, and they were absolutely glowing.
"Mrs. Shepard," Marcus greeted her as he offered his elbow for her to take.
"Mr. Shepard," she greeted him back with a beaming smile as she slithered her hand through the offered nook. "Presley, you have the bridge!"
"Aye-aye, ma'am," Presley replied, unfazed – about the only straight male crewmember who was.
With that, the pair left the stunned Normandy and headed for the closest rapid transit terminal. They spoke nothing as they descended the first elevator toward the C-Sec, just standing closely, almost pressed up against one another, and just basking in each other's presence. They wordlessly crossed the great hall of the C-Sec toward the readily-waiting car at the RT terminal, where he took her hand and held it as she stepped into the cab and descended into the seat daintily. She crossed her legs as she seated herself, oozing the elegant, bewitching refinement in every possible way, giving him a viewing treat as he sat next to her and activated the autopilot to their destination.
As the car slowly lifted off, he turned and allowed his eyes to roam freely and appreciatively all over her figure. She just sat there, head held high with a small smile on her face as she looked sideways back at him, letting him drink in every detail of her perfect feminine form.
"You look ravishing," he said as he took her hand into his once more, the rumble in his voice coming deep from his throat. "People were turning heads wherever you passed."
"Flatterer," she replied with a coy smile. "Words without deeds will get you nowhere. If you want to get anywhere tonight, you better act on it."
He smirked as he raised his eyebrow. "Why, whatever do you mean, ma'am?"
She sighed theatrically. "Oh, I don't know," she spoke with a haughty smirk, her voice sinking huskily low and gaining into a smoky bedroom flavor. "I think I remember certain commander promising to take responsibility for manhandling my assets back on the ship. He promised he would take a very… hands-on approach. And I am still waiting."
He fought down a grin and made a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "Is that a manner in which a proper lady should speak?" he demanded in mock-scold.
"Well, then," she said breathily as she leaned closer to him, looking him straight in the eye. "Perhaps the Spectre should do something about it?"
He chuckled deeply in his throat, the sound raspy and almost evil. She was being clear that she wanted to play tonight, and he was more than willing to play along. Even if he wasn't, he'd never say no to this beautiful woman next to him. It had become their tradition when it came to the first evening of their every shore leave – a wild and crazy night to re-enact a first date, a passionate whirlwind of uninhibited desires, then followed by a few days of slow and intimate lovemaking where they'd re-familiarize each other with the other's body.
Tonight, though, it was their night of abandon, and he intended to give this cheeky girl a ride.
"Well, I did promise, didn't I?" he said rhetorically, his voice low and dangerous. "Though I find it disappointing that you doubt me, ma'am. And taunting a Spectre?" He tsk-ed. "I just might have to detain you after this evening and proceed with instilling some… corrective disciplinary measures."
She leaned back into her seat with a smirking mock-scoff. "Promises, promises," she sang-sung.
"We'll see," he growled excitedly.
The car arrived at their location and landed gently on the landing pad. As he exited the car, Marcus offered a hand which Jaina promptly took as she climbed out, and they sauntered confidently toward their destination.
It was an upper-class club of the upper wards, called The Vegas, and owned by a retired Systems Alliance sergeant, Mike Dallas. The club was not elite yet, but it was heading that way fast. With the unique stage that played energetic vintage rock one could dance to, it represented a unique place on the Citadel that held to high standards.
The monkey-suit-clad bouncer the size of a boulder welcomed Marcus and Jaina in without preamble, and as they passed the threshold, the sounds of vintage rock and pop music welcomed them, and they cast their eyes over the spacious interior. The place was vast, spacious, dimly-lit in violets and blues, shaded in the corners, and streaked with colored lighting on the packed dance floor. People were dancing and undulating to the rhythmic grind of the rock music the band was playing live.
They were greeted by one of the hostesses who promptly escorted them to their reserved booth and left after she took their orders. The two settled in comfortably – Marcus taking off his jacket, and Jaina placing her tiny purse on the small shelf under the tabletop, leaving it open so she could easily reach for her light pistol hidden within.
They looked around, taking in the scene at the club, noting the fresh looks, sensible atmosphere, and positive vibes that permeated the place. The waitress brought them their drinks and promptly left them to their devises.
Marcus reached to the center of the desk and activated a sound-suppression field that every table in any decent club was equipped with. The field engulfed them, dulling out the music to a sufficient degree so that they could talk without yelling, and they looked at each other and sipped their drinks.
They didn't speak. They didn't have to. This wasn't some first date for the two to build rapport and find out more about each other; they knew everything there was to be known about each other. No words were needed. It was just two people enjoying each other's presence in contentment, just sharing volumes of feelings through their eyes alone.
A smile of barely-contained eagerness graced Jaina's face as she locked eyes with him, and he knew he sported a smile of his own. He couldn't help it. This night was their first night together in almost a month; he was going to enjoy every last second of it with her.
He just couldn't wrap his head around how good she looked tonight, and how that smile of hers got to him so. Maybe it was the time they'd spent apart, or maybe it was simply because she took all of that space in the depths of his heart, but all he could really see was her. And now, just like any other time she looked at him, he felt as though she had reached into his chest, past all of that stony armor he had built over the years, and gently cupped and began to caress that dull heart of his that was helplessly at display; and the little traitor always warmed up eagerly at her touch whenever she did it, god dammit! And yet it felt so right.
Jaina felt excitement blossoming up from her chest and flashing up her spine, making her smile whether she wanted to or not. It was how he was looking at her – with that smile on his lips and those molten blue vortices in his eyes that made her chest flutter. And she was a hardened war veteran, god dammit! Yet she couldn't deny what this man did to her whenever he looked at her; whenever he directed that unyielding gaze toward her, the one that seemed to wrap around her, hold her firmly and demandingly, it was like she melted and molded to fit his needs; his demands. And it felt so right.
"How does it feel?" she asked him after they've spent a long moment just looking at each other's eyes. "Being the Spectre?"
He thought about for a moment.
"It's like two feelings are mixing," he said, motioning with one hand. "One part of me is like this… paragon of virtue, warning me: This is the greatest power and responsibility for any one man. You should be careful. Yet, the other part of me says confidently: This is only your due, your God-given right. Take it, it's yours! The latter I feel with my gut and bones; the former I know with my mind."
"And what will you do?" she asked.
"You know what I will do."
"Say it to me, anyway!" she demanded with a smile on her lips. "I want to her it come out of your mouth."
He smirked in understanding, leaned forward a bit, taking her hand in his before he spoke.
"I will take it, and make it mine," he said firmly. "Just like everything else that I've made mine. My brain will do its fucking job and make sure I do it properly."
Jaina suppressed an excited shudder. It went straight to her primal female brain when Marcus let himself go and acted and spoke true to his nature.
"Bold words, Mr. Shepard," she replied coyly and smiled as she bit her lip. "Are you willing to show me a bit of that boldness down there?" She pointed her eyes toward the dance floor, then looked back at him. "Maybe it's time you spin a girl's world around."
He smirked, promptly standing up from his chair and proffering a hand to her.
"Let's go, Mrs. Shepard," he spoke. "It's time we remind ourselves of those dance lessons, and show these modern-day kids what real dancing looks like."
She took it his proffered hand eagerly, and they descended the flight of stairs to the dance floor just as an old 20th century song – of a dude that apparently looks like a lady – began.
They stood close to each other – his hand on her waist, hers on his shoulder – as they caught the rhythm of the song's cadence, and then they lift off. Moments later, they were lost to everything around them as the world shrunk to the two of them as they energetically flowed through the moves laced with erotic tension. Her body undulated seductively close to his, perfectly tuned to the rhythm of the song, her molten eyes devouring him from behind her auburn bangs, her mouth partially open as hot breath passed through.
He controlled her moves skillfully like a bassist as he followed her along across the floor, marveling at the thin sheen of sweat that put a pearly glow to her skin. She was so close, she was so hot that it radiated in waves, threatening to overwhelm him whenever her body pressed firmly against his, whenever her knee would rise and hook her leg against his… He couldn't take it; it was just torment letting her do it to him this way… and he enjoyed every minute of it.
She really let herself loose in this energized dance, letting her lust for him flow through her body, through the sway of her hips, through the press and the rub of her body against his, never skipping a beat of the song in her moves. She practically wanted him to take her right then and there, yet she knew he never would; he would always have control… a thing she loved him for. And that's why she could go all out now as they danced with abandon, celebrating their moment together as the song reached its final note, ending their dance with them tightly pressed together with her knee pressing at his hip.
There was a loud roar and an applause coming from all around, piercing through the shroud they erected around them. They noted with the sideways glances that the people had made a circle around them, giving them space for their performance so that all could enjoy the sights and experience. They must have made quite a show.
The music changed to one with a slightly slower rhythm, but much deeper beats that struck to the core, drawing out all of those baser urges with each bass – a song called Dr. Feelgood, the lead singer announced.
Jaina didn't care what the name of the archaic song was. What mattered was that it felt just right for the night as she turned around and pressed her back against Marcus's front, and they started swaying to the beat of the music, his one hand against her lower stomach, holding her firmly against him. She could feel him as she pressed her rear into his crotch, his hard flesh rising up in response to her; the ultimate prize she craved for this night – that she needed this night!
They danced for a long time, losing themselves in the abandon of the feel of each other's bodies. And it felt just right. As the final song drew to a close, they knew their night in this club was over. There was no way they could stay. The pent-up desire had been mounting through their sortie on the dance floor, threatening to explode where it shouldn't.
"What do you say, Mrs. Shepard?" he queried with a growling rumble near her ear. "Should we ditch this place, and switch the appetizer for the main course?"
A breath hitched in her throat.
"Give me a minute freshen up in the ladies room," she said and led the way toward their table before she grabbed her purse and disappeared around the corner with a smoldering look directed at him over her shoulder.
Two minutes later, they were out of the club and crossing the distance toward the waiting car with mounting excitement. As the cab started up the drive on autopilot to their final destination, she chose to ride sideways in his lap rather than the other seat and used the short time of the ride to re-acquaint herself with his lips and tongue.
She had, in fact, practically pounced on him like a lioness, her lips tearing into him passionately, hungrily, her tongue reaching to play with his, wanting to drink and absorb all of his essence in an almost bestial, overwhelming urge as her claws tore at his clothes.
He, however, held her firmly with his strong hands, twining his fingers into the hair on the back of her head, gently grabbing a fistful and taming her frantic attack into something more manageable. She was a wild, powerful thing, her athletic body that was capable of breaking lesser men in half now merely undulating against him, wanting to be tamed and controlled; it stroked his ego to think that his supreme specimen of feminine strength had chosen him as her partner.
As her feral energy slowly dissipated, he released his hold over her and felt it transform into something much more intimate, as her kisses turned very slow, languid, and sensuous, and lasted for long minutes, until they separated with a powerful, heated gasp.
"My, Mister Shepard," she spoke through panting gasps, her eyes blazing like furnaces. "You sure know how to kiss." She then gently began undulating her hips against his lap. "I wonder… what else… are you good at?"
"Something you are going to enjoy immensely," he rumbled bestially, as his hands slid from her hips to her firm, round butt cheeks, and squeezed firmly.
She purred as she delivered a languid, wet kiss on his lips. "Bold words… but can you deliver?"
"Oh, you're about to find out," he declared.
They shared another kiss before she smirked mischievously.
"You know," she spoke coyly as she trailed her finger across his chest, "that place was packed with young… *kiss*… beautiful girls… *kiss*… they were looking at you as though you were a god among men… *kiss*… at us… *kiss*…"
"What're you saying… *kiss*… Mrs. Shepard, hm?" he demanded.
"Well… *kiss*… I'm just sayin' I could have approached any one of them and seduced her for us to have tonight… *kiss*… for you to have both of us tonight… *kiss*… It'd be my Spectre induction present to you."
He rumbled through the last kiss before he broke it and looked up at her with a shake of his head.
"No," he stated firmly. "I wouldn't want that."
She leaned back a bit in surprise, looking into his eyes searchingly.
"Why not?" she asked sincerely as she rubbed his chest in silent support. "It certainly wouldn't be the first time; we had many hot girls in our bed together." She smirked. "I don't remember any of them complaining."
He chuckled as he rubbed her thigh gently.
"Well, let me slingshot something right back at ya, beautiful," he said. "Have you had another man since me?" he asked rhetorically.
"No," she said truthfully.
"And would you have liked it if I brought another guy for the two of us to ravage you over?"
"No!" she stated, shaking her head firmly.
"Why not?" he asked, homing in.
She smiled, narrowing her eyes searchingly. "I'm pretty sure I told you this more than once," she said, then shook her head. "It's because no other man out there is as good as you, Marcus," she said sincerely. "I met you when we were sixteen, and ever since then, no other guy was good enough. It took me dozens of one-time dates to realize it but… for me, all other men pale next to you."
He nodded, and then drove the point in:
"So how do you think I feel when I compare you to all those other women, Jaina?"
Realization blossomed in her eyes, and she felt his hand squeeze supportively at her thigh while the other rose and took her possessively by the back of her neck, pulling her gently in.
"There is no woman out there that is as amazing as you are, beautiful," he finished, piercing her with his eyes before pulling her down for a deep, soulful kiss that she melted into, returning it fervently.
"I never realized," she said breathily after they separated, and looking up at him in slight bashfulness. "I'm so sorry, Marc; it seems like I was being selfish."
He chuckled. "Well, I can't say that I was complaining," he pointed out, then went silent, turning solemn. "But those other women are ultimately strangers who came there for one night of gratification. And I don't want. If I am going to be with any woman, it is going to be a true bond – and I already have that," he said, emphasizing it with a gentle squeeze of her hips. "So no matter how much I enjoy those forays we do on occasion, beautiful, I don't want it tonight. The only thing I want tonight is to make love to my wife."
He finished by her down for a lasting kiss.
"How can any girl say no to that," she commented dreamily after they separated before her gaze turned mischievous. "But now I know what you truly seek, Mr. Shepard."
He raised one eyebrow in amusement. "Is that so?"
"M-hm!" she declared smugly. "Now, all I have to do is find myself a smart, intelligent, brave young woman – just like is your type – become her best friend, seduce her, have her realize she's already madly in love with you, and then the two of us are going to proceed with making you fall in love with her as well. And after that, you'll have no choice but to take responsibility of the both of us."
A look of utter bewilderment settled on his face before he burst into a hearty laughter. "Where did that came from?!"
She smiled, leaning down to plant a loving kiss on his lips. "Not your concern," she said.
"Is that so? And what if I say no?"
She tsk-ed admonishingly. "I'm the wife in this marriage," she said with a smirk, poking him in the chest as she spoke in mock sternness, "which means that you don't get any say in the matter. Are we clear, mister?!"
He chuckled. "Aye-aye, ma'am," he said before he pulled her in for another soulful kiss. "We are clear on that… *kiss*." His voice then gained a guttural, bestial quality. "But that doesn't mean I don't get to have my pound of flesh off of you as payment for being such a smartass, Mrs. Shepard."
She felt an excited jolt flutter down her spine at that.
"You can't do anything to me, Mr. Shepard," she challenged through their kisses. "I'm the most amazing woman in the world!"
"No argument there, but you're still gonna get yours," he promised, and then heard a ping from the car's dashboard and looked outside. "We're here."
The skycar descended down to a parking lot in front of a large, classy hotel. A very classy hotel. Marcus absolutely refused anything less when he sought it out for their night out.
"Come, now, Mrs. Shepard," he said as she slid off of his lap and took his proffered hand. "It's high time I put you over my knee."
"Strong words, Mr. Shepard," she replied breathily, her eyes glinting with excitement as the rush flew down her body in waves. She plastered herself on his side and whispered into his ear, "I can't wait."
They managed to hold their passions off through the reception, the elevator, and the hallway, letting them subside and simmer just under the surface as they entered the spacious suite in seeming casualness.
Jaina's heels were muffled against the thick carpet as she slowly crossed the space of the living room, dropping her little purse on the lounge table. She paused in her steps, turning her head to look at Marcus over her shoulder with those blazing eyes, calling to him in a 'come-hither' look.
He walked toward her, shrugging of his jacket and throwing it over the sofa's armrest, approaching her and slithering his hand around her waist. She swiftly turned around to face him, flinging her arms around his neck and pressing her body against his as she planted a deep kiss on his lips. He hooked one arm around her waist, pressing her firmly against him as his other hand trailed down to cup her firm buttocks in a possessive, squeezing grope.
She moaned into his mouth as their wet tongues danced with each other, and raised her knee up over his hip, wanting – no, needing! – to be even closer to him. He spun them both around, pressing her bodily against the nearby wall with his weight, and she let him lift and pin her arms over her head with one of his as they separated from their kiss – both panting with lust and lack of breath.
Letting herself be pinned and held like that by him, relaxing into his grip, was an ultimate rush for her. She looked up at him lustily, openly giving him a look of challenge that both of them enjoyed sharing. Because it was more than just her wanting to be conquered; it was about him having and enjoying the thrill of conquering her. Looking into each other's feral eyes right then and there made it feel so good. It made it feel so right.
And he smirked.
"I believe there were some problems earlier, ma'am, concerning your improper behavior," he drawled.
She grinned mischievously. "And what are you going to do about it, officer?" she panted as he landed a kiss on her lips. "I'm an N7 agent. I think I'm out of your league."
"And I'm a Council Spectre, ma'am," he replied as he stole another resounding kiss. "My authorities are near absolute. I can do whatever I want."
"Really," she gasped as he descended on her exposed neck and started trailing sensuous kisses. "That does sound – ah! – troublesome."
"Oh you have no idea," he rumbled. "It seems to me like your defiance is a proof you're hiding something; I must subject you to a search," he spoke as he trailed his free hand up the inside of her thigh until he grabbed the hem of her dress, and then pulled it up over her hips in a slow, peeling motion.
The scent of her womanhood exploded in the air.
He reached down, fingers trailing with a feather-light touch over her barred mons and down to her exposed wet petals. She gasped with a sharp intake of air as his fingers made contact, her mouth splayed open mere millimeters away from his.
"You naughty girl," he spoke with a deep husky voice. "You were hiding something. Or rather – lack of something."
"H-hmmmff," she tried speaking as his fingers teased her mercilessly. "How did you know?"
"Your little trip to the ladies room back at the club was a dead giveaway," he said as his lips and teeth found her soft earlobe, nibbling and chewing gently as she moaned. "Besides," he continued as he trailed soft kisses down her neck and jawline, "You could say my detective's nose sniffed it out. Others might not have noticed, but they're. Not. Me." And he finished with a smoldering kiss on her lips that she reciprocated eagerly.
"So," she said breathily, panting as they separated. "What happens now, Spectre?"
"Now, I'm afraid I'll have to apply some disciplinary actions against you, ma'am," he spoke with his lips millimeters away from hers as he removed his fingers from her wet folds and brought them up to him. They were glistening wet, coated in her thick juices, bringing the heavy aroma of her desire up to them.
Before he could bring them to his lips for a taste, Jaina leaned her head forward, and keeping her eyes locked with his, took one of his wetted fingers into her mount and sucked hard, her tongue trailing its length.
She smacked her lips and spoke saucily:
"You couldn't possibly handle me, Spectre."
He took the remaining finger into his mouth and tasted her heavenly flavor, before speaking:
"We'll see."
He then released her wrists, grabbed the hem of her dress and peeled it off of her and over her head. As she raised her arms high, he twisted the dress when it reached her wrists, trapping her hands once more.
She was completely exposed in front of him now, no underwear to begin with, and he took a long moment to admire her toned body, shaped into a form of a war goddess. She shuddered in pleasure as she watched his eyes roam appreciatively over her, making her squirm and undulate her body seductively in response.
His free hand reached up to cup her right breast, giving full attention to the bountiful mound of flesh as he began to toy with it. He alternated between gentle caresses and squeezes, feather-light tickles and rubs, rolling the nipple that was hard as a pebble between his fingers, plucking it like a cherry, and leaving her enjoying every single touch.
He then took hold of her and pushed her along firmly toward the center of the room, making her bend over the sofa's back, legs straight, slightly apart, and her delectable rear up in the air. She quickly began trying to straighten up, putting up token defiance, but she was stopped by his firm push against her back, and she stayed that way with her hands rested against the sofa's seat.
"You are mighty defiant, young miss," he spoke as he pressed against her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other trailing down her spine to the small of her back. "Looks to me like you might have something else to hide!"
She bit her lower lip trying to think of a flippant reply, to keep building up on their erotic banter, but her head was so damn clouded by the fiery pleasure that was spreading through the lower depths of her belly, and the excitement that was crawling up her spine, that she could barely think of anything at all.
"Your silence speaks volumes," he came to the 'rescue'. "Come now, spill it out!"
"Never," she replied playfully.
A sharp slap resounded through the room, reaching her ears even before the hot stinging sensation managed to spread throughout her right ass cheek. She moaned as clear pleasure surged into the back of her head, making her arch her back and push back against him with her rear.
"You'll have to do a lot more than that, Mr. Spectre, if you want to get anything from me," she replied huskily.
"My, my," he made a tut-tutting sound with his tongue as his fingers roamed her body, bringing gentle, unbearable tickling sensations everywhere. "First you behave improperly for a lady, then I find out you're hiding something. Then, you resist a search, and now you're openly taunting a Spectre. Haven't you been taught that it's not wise to defy someone like that?"
"So, what are you going to do about it?" she retorted saucily.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you for it, miss," he replied as he trailed feather-light touches over the back of her thighs and hips, purposefully avoiding her bottom and the gushing womanhood. "I'll have to punish you a lot," he finished breathily as her scent was wafting directly up to him.
"I'm a big girl," she stated nonchalantly. "I'm sure I can take whatever you pull out."
He chuckled at the insinuations within insinuations as he bent down to plant a gentle kiss on the butt cheek he had slapped previously.
"We'll see," he said, just before a new slap landed sharply against the other cheek.
The space of the room then came to be filled with sounds of slowly repeating and resounding slaps, interrupted with feminine moans of pleasure with hitched gasps an occasional breathy "yes!"
"Is that all?" she asked defiantly when there was a pause at the tenth slap.
She was answered by a tinkling sound of the belt clasp being opened, giving her a new surge of excitement.
"Not at all, miss," he replied breathlessly, not from being tired but from the sheer passion that was coursing through his veins. "Spectres have many tools at their disposal."
She felt the first light sting, thinner and concentrated at one spot. The love slaps of his belt kept landing across her rear, leaving fiery licks and bringing her to new heights of pleasure. A heady sensation in her head was perfectly offset by the landing slaps, flaring her senses and making her squirm.
"I refuse to admit anything," she moaned after the twentieth slap landed on her reddened posterior. It was meant to sound defiant, honestly… but a clear tone of desperation cracked through the façade.
He leaned over her, pressing against her until his lips were right next to her ear.
"Oh, but you forget," he spoke huskily with a rasp in his voice. "I know your secret weakness, miss."
She suddenly felt his fingers sinking slowly and deeply into her folds, and she moaned knowing what was coming. He removed his fingers and brought them in front of her face, the aroma impacting deep into both of their heads.
"Oh, you evil, evil man," she spoke, then parted her lips as his fingers neared, and proceeded to clean them thoroughly with her tongue as he, in turn, whispered in her ear:
"As you can see, miss, I know your dark and dirty little desires. And I have all tools and methods to exploit them, most of which you have not yet seen. Why don't you make it easy on the both of us by telling me what it was that you were hiding – since, obviously, the body cavity search hasn't yielded anything but this… delectable honey you're feasting on."
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly, hearing her smack them with a pant, and then she spoke as he trailed the tip of his tongue over her earlobe:
"I was hiding the fact that I came here looking for you, Spectre," she said at last.
"Oh?"
"I heard that you were the best," she panted as his kisses trailed slowly across the back of her neck, and began descending down her spine. "The best – ah! – agent… The best mmmfffmm… the best man there was. I wanted you… I wanted you all to myself."
"And there we have 'subterfuge' added to your list of misdemeanors," he spoke as his lips reached her inflamed rear and began depositing wet kisses. "I think *kiss* that there's only one way *kiss* that you may atone *kiss* for your actions, miss *kiss*"
"Anything, Spectre," she nearly whispered with need evident in her voice.
He promptly stood up and gave her a final smack against her butt cheek as he pulled her up by her shoulders, turned her around and embraced her in a molten kiss. She pawed all over him, heedless of anything in that moment but his strong embrace. Their lips parted, and as his fiery blue gaze pierced into her, she heard his voice laced with desire:
"Show me how good you are, agent!"
She grabbed his shirt and tore it apart like a tigress tearing into her prey, letting the buttons fly everywhere, and sank her lips into his pectorals. She lowered herself slowly, trailing hot kisses and fluttering her wet tongue over his defined abs until she sank down on her knees in front of him and her face ended up inches from his tented pants. She unbuttoned them almost reverently, letting his hard member finally burst forth from its confines.
She herself let out a sigh of relief as she finally laid eyes on this part of him she knew so well. It was turgid, angry, veiny, and it pulsed mightily in front of her as its scent entered her nostrils. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, finally engulfing it with her lips, letting out a satisfied moan.
Marcus groaned in turn as he felt her hot mouth on him, tilting his head back as pure bliss shot up through his spine. His big muscles bunched up mightily, with veins shooting out in his arms and neck from the effort not to have his release just yet as her lips went up and down, and her tongue trailed teasingly along the ridge.
He looked back down to where Jaina was servicing him and met her fiery gaze that locked him in place. There was that look in that gaze that spoke volumes, that thing of theirs that they just did when they sent thoughts to each other just through their eyes. Her eyes spoke of the lust she felt for him, of the need she felt for this, of how much she enjoyed doing this for him, and how much love was there just for him. And the sight of her eyes made it churn in the pit of his stomach that heralded the release, making him close his eyes shut.
Except that this time it didn't happen. Her hand grabbed him firmly at the base, pushing her finger into that spot she knew by heart, halting the flow in its conception. He opened his eyes in relief and smiled down at her as her eyes smiled knowingly back up at him.
He bid her release him with a gentle push against her forehead so that he could step completely out of his pants and boxer briefs, then moved to sit on a nearby armchair. She crawled up to him slowly on her hands and knees like a feline, her beautiful and still-tingling tush pushed out high, making a show specifically for him, but her eyes remained predatory, making him feel hunted, as if there was no escape from her.
She raked her dark-brown colored nails over his thighs as she went to work again, her mouth and tongue eliciting a myriad of tormenting sensations. She controlled him perfectly, knowing when to apply gentle suction and when to make it hard, when to lick with the intent of heightening his arousal and when to just tease with little feather-light pecks and kisses. She enjoyed causing those sensations in him and watching his muscles bunch as his subconscious mind tried to halt his release, yet his conscious mind knowing full well that right now he was in control of nothing! Her skillful appliance of pressure had brought him back from the brink two times since he sat down, and he would have his release when she damn well pleased and not a moment sooner! And she wanted him to enjoy every torturous second until it happened.
In the end, after several long, delectable minutes passed, when he was panting hard and his member seemed to swell more with every passing second, she pressed one spot, released another, and held him in her mouth as the explosive torrent of pent-up stress, desire and emotions surged into her it. He gave it all to her with a loud guttural groan, yet never for one second did they lose eye contact that fed to their passions so beautifully.
She downed his essence slowly, savoring it, the thick heady flavor giving her perverse pleasure, and the amount of it just prolonging it more until the last speck of it was gone.
He leaned forward suddenly then, grabbing a fistful of her hair on the back of her head in a firm yet gentle hold, and tilted her head back as he leaned down and planted a strong kiss on her lips, taking his pleasure from her and letting their tongues dance together as she snaked her arms around his neck, holding him tightly against her.
He reached with his arms under her butt then and lifted her up with him, her legs clenching around his waist tightly as she hugged him, still maintaining that kiss. He turned, blind and uncaring to his surroundings, and carried her toward the bedroom, bumping furniture along the way and a wall or two until they found their way. Eyesight was not as important as that kiss.
He laid her on the bed and climbed on top of her, trailing kisses across her neck. She craned it, giving him full access and letting her hands fall to either side of her head, giving him leeway do with her whatever and in whatever way that he pleased, to tease her and elicit more of the moans that already permeated the room.
He descended slowly between her collarbones, stopping when he reached the valley between her breasts that he then reached up to gently massage with his calloused paws, yet leaving the nipples untouched. His manhandling of her beautiful female mounds had cunningly pushed the blood up and into her already stiff nipples, making them even harder when his tongue descended upon them.
"Yes!" she panted when she felt his wet tongue begin circling her left nipple, her hands gripping the bed sheets firmly.
He made a few circles, followed by a few quick flicks of his tongue, and then he took it into his mouth and sucked. Hard!
She moaned loudly, incoherently, arching her back to push her breast out to him, to offer more of it for him to use. He obliged by sucking in harder and trapping the rubbery pebble with a gentle bite of his teeth as his tongue flicked over its top. He kept sucking and nibbling relentlessly for what could have been many minutes to her crazed and addled mind before he switched to the other nipple and repeated the process, while he kept rolling the first nipple between his fingers to maintain and increase the stimuli.
Her body seemed to respond instinctively to his ministrations because she sure as hell couldn't think straight anymore. It satisfied him to no end watching this beautiful creature under the thrall of the blissful throes, and the passion that exuded off her; and it aroused him greatly as she writhed, the life and desire returning to his member in even greater strength.
He released her other nipple, at last, replacing his mouth with his fingers as he descended down until his head was between her legs and he was gazing down at that beautiful pink orchid whose scent permeated the air. He trailed kisses on the inside of her thighs, inching his way ever closer, throwing her into the sweet torment of expectation, and just as he was supposed to touch it with his lips – he paused for a split second! And then dove in.
"HAAAAANNNNNGGGGHH!" she moaned, her voice rising in pitch, and hitching in her throat as if she was sobbing from pleasure.
His lips and tongue caressed her petals tenderly, taking care of them, cleaning them from the musky wetness that covered them. His tongue reached deeply in, scooping the thick nectar that didn't seem to stop flowing as he feasted on it. Alternating between licks and sucks, he made cursory excursions up to the nub of pleasure over her slit – just to keep her on edge for a long time.
She didn't know what to do anymore. The pleasure was coming from everywhere, and she didn't know whether to arch her back and offer more of her breasts to his fingers that were rolling and pinching at them with the pleasurable ever-increasing intensity or to grind her pelvis into his skillful mouth, to drive his tongue deeper or harder against her clit. The contrast between the delectable teasing he was subjecting her nether regions to with his lips and tongue and the rough handling of her nipples was setting her mind ablaze, making her writhe and savor every moment of what this wonderful bastard did to her. He knew all of her buttons and knew how to press and tune them, and she worshipped him for it.
As he watched and enjoyed her lovely writhing and staccato of moans that were music to his ears, his member had returned back in full force, and he decided to go for the kill. Focusing on her most sensitive nub, he sucked it hard and assaulted it with a flurry of licks from his tongue, squeezing her nipples the hardest yet, and a second later, he felt his wife's body lock up. No motion and no sound came from her; no sound at all. The only thing that was there was the rippling cramp that flowed through her lower tummy.
And then she bucked. A spray of fluid came out from her, and straight into his waiting mouth that he locked down over of her slit. Her unbridled scream of pleasure echoed across the entire suite as she expressed her bliss for the entire universe to hear, and she arched her back in pleasure that seemed to last, and last. And they both knew that it would be only the first one of many orgasms that they'd share this night.
She came down at last from her ride among the stars, falling limply to the bed and mewling contently like a kitten. Yet that feeling of content was overshadowed by the energized eagerness that rose inside of her, summoning forth another wave of arousal as she looked lovingly up into the eyes of her husband, and making her mewling morph into purrs.
Knowing what she needed, his raging hardness pressed against her opening and sank all the way into the scalding wet tightness with ease. She was rocked by a spasm of pleasure once more, her walls tightening and fluttering around him, sucking him deeper still. She came to feeling his lips against hers, and she kissed him back hungrily, tasting herself on his lips and tongue as he began with the slow pumping motion inside her.
She pushed him away suddenly, and as he slipped out of her she rolled beneath him, coming up on her hands and knees and pushed her butt up against his raging member. She reached back with her hand, taking hold of him and centering the tip against her other entrance. He looked up at her with a smirk as she looked back at him over her shoulder with lust in those glowing pink cybernetic eyes of hers, telling him in no uncertain terms that she wanted it done now rather than later.
As he reached around her, holding her tenderly as he slowly but surely pushed in, and with her opening up to him, welcoming him deeper and deeper, she felt a sense of content settle over her and mewls of pleasure escaped her throat as she surrendered to him this way. He held her tightly against his chest as he rocked his hips back and forth while she ground her rear into him in slow circular motions, and he planted tender kisses against her temple.
The passion they felt mounted and blossomed like something alive, drowning out everything else that existed. The room was gone, the Citadel was gone, the entire Universe was no more, and all that was left were the two of them sharing the love they felt for each other on this one night they had managed to sneak away from their duties.
And the night lasted. Their bodies writhed against each other throughout it all, seeming to never part as they kept pleasuring each other in ways nothing else could. They kept at it throughout multiple orgasms, until she couldn't orgasm anymore, and until he had no more fluids in him to shoot out, and yet he was still hard, and she was still wet for him. And when their flesh could no longer endure, when rawness caused more pain than pleasure, and when kisses themselves began to hurt, they finally let themselves fall into the peaceful embrace of the oblivion somewhere in the wee hours of the morning. And to them both, at that moment, all was right in the world.
Next chapter should arrive before the end of the upcoming week.