Ashley had scarcely made it out of the Normandy's med-bay when she was intercepted by Samantha Traynor, the specialist stopping her with the anxious question, "So what'd the doctor say?" Not that Ashley was complaining about her concern. It had been too long since she'd had someone special in her life, and Sam, well, she had a way of making the marine feel very special indeed.
"I got a clean bill of health," she told her girlfriend, leaning in to accept the enthusiastic kiss that Samantha offered by way of congratulations.
"That's great news."
"I need to go easy on the ribs for a few days, and get enough sleep, but otherwise, I'll be fine." She shook her head. "It doesn't feel fair. I mean, Tali's going to be out of commission for weeks, and she's the lucky one. What was left of James' body… The rescue crew didn't even recognize him at first."
"I'm sorry," Sam told her. In the first flush of excitement over their victory, she hadn't thought about its full costs, but she'd been getting a tough lesson since then. "I know you guys were friends."
Ashley nodded. She appreciated the sympathy, but right now, she didn't really want to talk about it. "You know what the weird thing is?", she asked, changing the subject. "All this death, and Kelly's going to be just fine."
"Really?", Sam asked skeptically, her affection for the bubbly yeoman having cooled somewhat after being electrocuted by her.
"Yup. I saw her while was I was in med-bay. The doc's keeping her a while longer for observation, but since the Reapers were destroyed, all the indoctrinated people seem to have gone back to normal."
"Back to normal…" Sam got a distant look in her big, brown eyes.
Ashley saw her distraction and squeezed her hand comfortingly as they walked through the corridors of the ship towards the Spectre's quarters. "What's wrong, babe?", she asked. "I said she's going to be okay."
"I heard you. It's just… normal… I don't know." Ashley looked confused and the specialist tried to explain. "When all of this craziness started, the only thing I wanted was to have normal back. I was so far out of my depth, being on a warship, fighting against the end of the world and I was absolutely terrified." Ashley opened the door, leading the specialist into her room as Sam asked, "You know what the first thing that made me feel like I might be all right was?"
She shook her head. "No. Was it Shepard?"
"It was you. That first morning after the attack on Earth, you came down to the grunt's barracks and kicked all our asses into gear. I found it very reassuring."
"Reassuring?" That hadn't exactly been what Ashley had had in mind at the time, but she was glad to hear it.
"Yeah. Even after everything that had happened, you were keeping your head and expecting us to do the same." She paused for a moment, licking her lips before adding mischievously. "Plus, you had a really great ass, and that helped to take my mind off the possibility that we were all going to die."
Ashley laughed. She loved the way Sam could switch back and forth between sweet and raunchy so fast. "Well, I'm just glad me and my ass could help you out."
Samantha grinned. "You two really did. But what I wanted to say to you was this: you took the most screwed-up time in my life and made it bearable, and as much as I want things to go back to normal, I want to stay with you more. I don't know what that's going to mean exactly, but I felt like I should say it."
The marine took a breath. "I'm not quite sure what to say, Sam. I haven't really gotten a chance to think about what the future holds for any of us. But yeah… I want to figure out a way to stay close to you too."
The specialist's grin broadened and she closed the door behind them. "God, you don't know how happy I am to hear that," she told the Spectre, wrapping her arms around her neck.
"Let me guess," Ashley laughed, "Now you want to show me exactly how happy you are?"
Sam put on a little fake pout. "I see you've figured out all my moves."
"Hey," Ashley reassured her, "I didn't say I was complaining."
"Good," Sam smirked, "Because I recall promising to fuck your brains out." She paused, making sure her libido wasn't getting ahead of her. "At least, if you're feeling up to it."
"I could be," she replied, returning the specialist's mischievous grin, "If you are."
Sam didn't need to be told twice. Her eager fingers went to the buttons of Ashley's uniform shirt, opening it up to reveal the smooth skin beneath. There were still bruises there, fading thanks to Doctor Chakwas' skilled care, but present none the less and Sam hesitated to go further. "Are you sure about this?", she asked. "There'll be time later if you're still hurt."
"I'm okay, really," Ashley reassured her lover. Sam wasn't a soldier, and she tended to get more upset than she needed to be over what Ashley would consider minor injuries. Still, the Spectre found her concern sweet, and she gave her a lingering kiss, trying to show her with her passion that she was well enough for this.
Deciding to take "yes," for an answer, Samantha unhooked Ashley's bra and tossed it and her shirt on the floor before bending down to take a firm breast in her mouth. She covered the soft skin in kisses before sucking a nipple in-between her full lips. Ashley sighed sharply and staggered backwards towards the bed, her girlfriend displaying remarkable dexterity in not stopping her ministrations even as she sat down in the Spectre's lap.
With her free hand, she stroked Ashley's back, enjoying the arch in the spine as she nipped and sucked at her breasts. Once, when she passed over a spot on her side, Ashley withdrew slightly, but when Sam tried to pull back, the marine stopped her.
"Don't worry, just be careful there."
Sam nodded, and Ashley lay the rest of the way down on the bed while her lover moved on to her pants and boots. Her legs looked to be in their usual excellent condition, toned and strong, without the injuries that marked her torso, and Sam moved so that she could kiss her way back up them.
At the touch of her lover's mouth on her skin, Ashley gasped, warmth pooling in her core even as Sam made her way ever closer to it. After so much stress, being able lie back and be taken care of was exactly what she needed, and Sam was so very good at doing just that. Her kisses reached Ashley's inner thighs, and as the specialist licked the sensitive flesh there, she could see a wet spot forming on Ashley's grey panties. With two fingers, she started to caress her lover's clothed sex and when the marine's hips rocked shamelessly into her touch, Sam could feel her own body reacting, her clit throbbing against her underwear at the reactions she was eliciting.
With a burst of enthusiasm, Sam yanked off Ash's underwear and ran her tongue over the slick flesh beneath it. Ashley reached down, tangling her fingers in the specialist's short, dark hair, and Sam slipped her tongue inside her lover, taking in her rich, musky flavor before moving up to her clit. She'd only intended to get Ashley ready for the strap-on, but given the short, eager gasps of breath coming from the marine, she decided to finish what she'd started first.
She slid two fingers inside Ashley, loosening the marine up for later, while her mouth went to work on her clit. She teased the little bud out from between its folds, licking up and down its length with steady strokes that she tried to keep in rhythm with her hand's thrusts. Above her, she saw Ashley suck on her own fingers and then roll a nipple between her wet digits, and the sight of her touching herself like that was enough to make Sam feel as if the temperature had gone up twenty degrees. The Spectre was the hottest woman she'd even been with, and watching the effect she had on her was practically enough to make her come in her pants even without any physical stimulation.
Eager to feel her lover's pleasure, Sam sped up her pace, her tongue vibrating over Ash's clit. Her hips pushed back against her every thrust, and when the specialist pressed her fingers on the right spot inside her lover's pussy, she felt Ashley's legs tightening around her head. She responded by thrusting harder and when she gave Ashley's clit one final suckle, she got what she wanted, the Spectre's warm fluids coating her hand as she released around her.
Sam took a moment to enjoy Ashley's climactic moans, giving her a few final strokes with her fingers to make sure she was satisfied, but she was too turned on to wait any longer than that. Springing up, she went over to the small dresser and pulled out the dark, thick sex toy that she'd spent a small fortune on, setting it down on the bed. She realized that since they'd survived, she'd have to make the payments on it, but as Ashley gave her a sultry look with those dark eyes of hers, she couldn't bring herself to care. "Just lay back," she told the marine, "I'll take care of everything."
Ashley was in no mood to argue, and as she watched, Sam started to strip for her. The specialist began with her shoes and socks, before moving on to her shirt, undoing one button after another with a sensuous grace that was enough to send a fresh pulse of arousal to Ashley's clit. She loved the specialist's body, pretty and soft, with those wonderful, pillow-y tits and as Sam's lacy bra joined her shirt in the growing pile of clothing, the marine ached to touch them once again.
Still, that show was nothing compared to what happened when Sam moved on to her pants. The specialist shimmed out of them with a seductive shake of her hips before slipping off her little black panties. Even from the bed, Ashley could see the moisture glistening on the shaved lips of her pussy, and when Sam dropped two fingers down to glide back and forth over them, the Spectre nearly swallowed her tongue.
"Look how wet I get," the specialist purred, "Just from tasting you." Ashley gasped, and Sam slid two well-manicured fingers inside herself, making sure she was wet enough to put in the toy. A few quick strokes confirmed that her body was as ready as her brain, and pulling out, she replaced her digits with the short end of the cock. It slid past her entrance easily and after she activated the sensory transmitter at its base, she ran her hand up and down the shaft a few times to get a feel for the thing. In spite of her wealth of Sapphic experience, she'd only gotten a chance to wear one of these a few times before, when she'd had a brief but memorable affair with a wealthy sorority girl in college, and the feel of her touch on a fake appendage was still a bit unusual to her.
Watching Sam stroking her faux cock, Ashley's patience broke. "Please," she implored the specialist, "Go on and fuck me."
The need in Ashley's voice triggered something in Sam, and with what under other circumstances might have been considered an unseemly haste, she hurried back to bed. Lying down on top of the Spectre, she started lining up her hips with Ashley's entrance even as her lover pulled their lips together for an intense kiss. Her tongue pushed into Sam's mouth, and one hand cupped a full breast while the other grabbed her ass, trying to coax her into her pussy.
Sam didn't need more encouragement, and as soon as she had the angle right, she slid into Ashley, the thick shaft filling up the soaking wet Spectre in a single stroke. Ashley moaned at the penetration and as the toy transmitted the tightness of her pussy into pressure on Sam's clit, the specialist was hit by a sudden, unexpected climax. Her inner muscles clenched around the end of the toy inside her and her hips pushed as deeply as she could into Ashley, trying to get as much of the marine as she could while little jolts of ecstasy ran through her body.
Ashley held Sam close, enjoying the feel of her lover inside her as well as the breathless gasps she was making and unconsciously, the Spectre started rocking her hips against the thick shaft inside her. Even as the last shudders of her climax were still filling her body, Sam had already started to thrust. The look in Ashley's eyes was completely irresistible. She could see how badly this incredible warrior woman wanted her, and she couldn't imagine denying her anything.
Once her orgasm faded, she was able to set up a steadier pace, making long strokes inside Ashley as the Spectre's hands massaged her soft ass, urging her deeper inside. She buried her face in Ashley's tits, kissing her body as she tried to keep herself together. The quick, sharp climax she already had wasn't enough to satisfy her, but she was slightly embarrassed at having come so fast, and she was determined that her girlfriend would be the next one to climax.
After a few minutes though, she realized she'd better take further measures if she wanted to keep her promise to herself. Ashley felt so good around her, and the frantic pace she was setting was rapidly pushing the specialist towards another climax sooner than she wanted. With her free hand, she reached down between their thrusting bodies, sliding it through Ash's dark nether hair as she sought out the Spectre's clit.
"Goddamn it, baby," Ashley demanded, her fingers tightening around her lover's ass as Sam rubbed her bud, "Don't stop." The specialist might not have been the most forceful lover she'd ever had, but she was probably the most skillful, knowing better than any guy all the spots that Ashley wanted her thrusts to hit. Sam flicked her tongue over one of the marine's pink nipples, and as a bolt of pleasure ran straight down from her chest to her core, Ashley could feel herself losing control. "Yes," she growled, "Do it. Fuck me with that cock, fuck me…" Her words trailed off as Sam's thumb pressed hard against her clit and she lost it, her body arching as a second, more powerful orgasm ripped through her body.
Watching Ashley convulse with pleasure, Sam let go herself, shifting her hands to the marine's hips so she could fuck her harder. The feeling of her lover's spasming pussy transmitted straight to the specialist's clit was incredible, and the sight of her as she came, mouth open, eyes screwed tight with pleasure, was too much. It only took a few more thrusts before Sam followed her girlfriend into climax, screaming out the Spectre's name as she collapsed on top of her, her release dripping down onto her own inner thighs.
She was still shaking from the force of her orgasm when she felt Ashley's strong arms wrap around her back. "Bloody hell, Ash," she blurted out, "That was…"
She couldn't quite find the words to finish her thought but her girlfriend didn't mind. "I know," she agreed, shaking her head happily, "Definitely quite something."
Sam buried her head in Ashley's sweaty shoulder and as warm fingers caressed the small of her back, she decided to take a risk. It was a little scary, but what the hell. If Ashley could battle her way through a horde of Reapers on the Citadel, Sam could tell her what she was feeling. Placing a wet kiss on the Spectre's earlobe, she whispered, "I love you, Ashley Williams."
Mercifully, she didn't have to wait long to get her response. Her girlfriend let out a warm laugh and tilted Sam's head up so she could look into her big, brown eyes when she answered. "I love you too, Sam," she told her, affection filling her voice. "And if this is going to be our new normal," she added, "I think the future looks pretty damn good."
And now there's just one more chapter to go. Let me know what you thought of Ash and Sam, and come back next time for an epilogue that will wrap up a bunch of loose threads and have a (perhaps) unexpected guest star. Thanks for reading.