Ashley: Gun Games
"Hey Shepard! Watch out!" came the shout of one Ashley, previously Williams, now Shepard. As to what she was alerting said person about, well. Ashley and John Shepard were currently playing what was dubbed 'The Gun Game'. The aim of said game was to 'shoot' the enemy enough times so that their 'life' reaches 0. The person who achieves this is declared the winner. "You always call me by my last name whenever we do this, despite the fact we're married" came the logical reply of one John Shepard who was currently ducked behind what appeared to be a sofa. He poked his head out briefly to find his enemy, but was assaulted by a blinding red light before he could react in time. The sounds of defeat could be heard throughout the apartment that they shared, coming from Shepard's 'body armour'. Ashley appeared from behind a rather large armchair which was situated directly across from the sofa; panting and sweating from the game with a large grin on her face as she approached Shepard. "What can I say? Old habits die hard" came the smart-ass reply from his previous Lt. Commander. He could only shake his head and sigh at the antics at the younger woman, who chuckled at the older man. "Come here, you sore loser" was the rather demanding voice of Ashley as she beckoned for the loser of said game with her arms in a sort of hugging gesture. Shepard reluctantly walked over to his wife and embraced her, sneaking in a quick kiss as a 2nd place prize. "Fraternizing with the enemy Shepard? You play dangerously" was the lingering reply, with a hint of lust if he wasn't mistaken. "You call that fraternizing Lt.? I've got a lot more to show you". He figured two could play at that game, he would show this young upstart soldier who was in command and with a very good reason.
"Oh my…What kind of girl do you think I am?" was the reply. A coy smirk upon her face and she stared into his eyes with something that only promised mischief, sparkling in her eyes. Deciding he had, had enough of this charade; John Shepard took control once again and dived in with a deep kiss. Ashley replied with a short but high pitched squeak of surprise and replied in earnest, kissing back with equal force.
Soon hands began to roam and Shepard could only smirk, sure she got cocky everywhere else; on the battlefield, at HQ, even when going out for a meal. But in the bedroom was where Shepard shined the most, Ashley had once told Shepard that he had 'magic hands' or what his friend Tali liked to call his supposed magical gift 'an engineer's touch'. Regardless of what it was, he had used it to its full advantage to make sure that he wasn't what his friend Wrex currently was, whipped. Moving his hands along the sides of her torso, they stopped at the zips used to hold together her jumpsuit. Slowly pulling them down he continued his oral assault on the L.t Commander which gained him the satisfactory of hearing Ashley moan in pleasure. That was something only he heard. Once the zips were done with, the view that graced his eyes was the black and silky bra that she was wearing, odd bra to wear for a simple game. His hands moved slowly towards the two wonderful globes of flesh that where Ashley's breasts. And proceeded to kneed and play with them as he saw fit. Increasing the rate in which said woman moaned out in pleasure. "Shepard!" came the strained attempt at talking from the woman in front of him. "No! Bedroom for this" at some point she had managed to step back from the pleasure she was receiving and listen to the rational part of her brain, bedroom for this. And Shepard could only follow in his state of ignorant bliss.
A few hours later you could see both lying in the bed they shared, lying in each other's arms with a large smile on both of their faces. "I always win" was the last thing Ashley muttered before they both drifted off to sleep.
