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"Back for more?"
Shepard had entered Zaeed's room. She examined the "casual" stance Zaeed always presented, leaning against the wall and arms crossed almost the same way she held hers. To an untrained eye, it definitely might look nonchalant (as nonchalant as a reputable mercenary as himself could look anyway) but Shepard knew the man better than to think he wasn't always primed for a fight, even in the safety of their ship. She crossed her arms as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She caught the light flick of his eyes to her appendage, then back up, all clouded with steel and smoke. Definitely an encouraging sign.
"All the goddamn explosions finally catching up with you, Commander? Gone deaf?" He slipped her rank in there with his signature sarcasm, mismatched eyes following her as she moved.
"I heard, Massani. I guess I was just thinking about 'more'," she said confidently and leaned against the crates of what he had claimed as him "room" and set her emerald gaze on his mismatched orbs. She wasn't far away from him at all and it seemed like that was having a slight effect on the older man.
Ever since his personal mission for Vido, the pair had been dancing around each other. She hadn't known how he was going to react after she punched him and held a gun to his head, but she hadn't expected his hungry looks at her in the slightest. She found herself touching him more. A push in the right direction or a tug away from a bullet, but her fingers always lingered like some weak magnet was doing its best to keep her there. He commented on anything to get a rise out of her, but never commented on how her hands lingered on him, opting to give her a wink or glance over instead. His silence was as unerving as it was encouraging.
Kasumi had been the one to point it out to her that they had been flirting. Shepard had scoffed at the accusation at first, frowning at the pinging feeling in her gut as she did. Not one to ignore evidence willingly however, Shepard did start to notice her increased attraction to the Blue Sun's co-founder. Shepard was also increasingly aware it wasn't one sided and had planned on confronting the older man eventually. She swallowed in what she hoped wasn't a nervous gulp as she fully realized her current situation.
At the moment, Zaeed looked amused and defensive, confident and puzzled all at once. Zaeed was a nuanced man to say the least. He was all rage and revenge, hot metal scorched and shaped by a hotter fire. Shepard wasn't any stranger to that kind of fire. The same embers that had burned in Mindior lit the flame she always carried. Hers was, however, focused and directed towards the mutual good. Zaeed's fire would just consume what it wanted.
"Really? And what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?" His arms uncrossed and he stepped well into her personal space, the inches he had on her feeling very formidable at the moment. She tried to remain unfazed, tracing her eyes along his scar and down around his rough lips. They were worn from frequent dehydration and a life-time of exposure to different atmospheres. He grunted as he followed her eyes, his decades of experience exposing her intentions without a word. He was a smart man, after all.
"Should have known you'd have some daddy issues," Zaeed chuckled, watching as indignation surged across her face before pulling her close and capturing her opening lips with bruising force.
Shepard moaned into the kiss before she could stop it, her mild annoyance at his comment ebbing under the skill of his lips. His hands were on her waist, pushing her into the crates in a way that promised they wouldn't treat her gently. She had to admit, she liked that he didn't want to or wasn't capable of coddling her. He didn't want to treasure her the way other suitors would long for. He didn't see or care about the broken pieces she was made of and had no interest gluing her back together. To him, she was a whole being for the taking, a prize to be had. With this man, there would be no tedious questions or affirmations. Shepard felt her blood tingle at the thought.
She matched the intensity of the kiss, her arms flying around the mercenary's neck to drag him impossibly closer. She heard him groan this time, his hands suddenly squeezing her ass to lift her legs around his waist. She was dizzy; he was all hot armor and cigar smoke and everything she shouldn't want but did. All of her militaristic control and diplomacy couldn't stop her from melting under the hands of a man who had only ever been motivated by a love of violence and material wealth. He was brash, had a disregard for life, and the mouth of a worn sailor and yet here she was, the pious and revered example of a soldier that was Commander Shepard, straddling him with desire and he seemed to know everything that her body craved from him and was happy to indulge her.
His teeth took her bottom lip between them, his tongue swiping against her trapped flesh and into her gasping mouth. The Spectre tasted him in a dizzying study: Earthy tobacco, salt, and a smoky bourbon cocktail that set her blood on fire. She slid her tongue under his, hooking around it and stroking the dexterous muscle. Zaeed gave a soft grunt, pleased in her skills. She was so proficient in everything that it was almost annoying. Almost as annoying as the strained pressure in his lower armor was becoming. He felt her hands move to unclasp his shoulder guards and let her work him down to the white tank top underneath, all the while sucking and biting at Jane's inviting neck.
"Mmng, dont- fuck- leave a maah..mark" she tried to spit out as Zaeed reverently sucked her pulse point. He chuckled at how pathetic her commands sounded when she was like this.
"Right, wouldn't match that pristine uniform," he teased as he eased off. His eyes shot wide as the soldier leaned in and bit his exposed neck much harder than he expected, and a very surprised moan tore itself from the mercenary's chest.
"How are you such an ass, and yet so damn delicious?" Shepard whispered in his ear as she took his lobe in her mouth. Zaeed growled and clasped her hips tight to spin them off the crates, sinking to a sitting position with Shepard situated comfortably in his lap. She could feel a sizable erection press against her center.
"What can I say? I'm a man of few words but many talents," Zaeed shot her a devilish grin and used both hands to get the Cerberus uniform top over her red strands. He was very pleased at the sight of her silky skin reddened from his earlier treatment.
"I've heard the stories, old man. Show me, I might learn something," Her fingers immediately started a trail to his waistband and she pressed wet kisses along his scarred jaw.
Shepard was just as diligent in the bedroom as she was with her guns. Quick, sure movements that spoke of raw talent amplified by years of dedicated training (though he still had a good twenty years more). Her creamy, cyber enhanced skin stretched over her well muscled shoulders and arms, but he was surprised to see they weren't nearly as bulky as her punches made her seem. Her black bra made the flush on her decolletage much more pronounced than it was on her cheeks. She was all strong curves and deep hollows; her impossibly green eyes studying him so intensely that he was becoming increasingly aware of the dire situation in his pants. As if reading his mind, she unclasped his belt and lower releases, causing Zaeed to groan in relief as the straining became less intense.
"I've never seen you surrender this easy Massani," Shepard chuckled, hands going to rake trails along his bare arms. Zaeed hissed in a pleasurable pain and bit back another moan when she started to roll her hips against him.
"You've only ever seen me in a fight, princess. It's a different story in the bedroom" he said, smirking as he brought a hand to her neck and dragged her into another bruising kiss.
Shepard moaned into him, shifting to unbutton her own pants and gasping as she felt herself lurch back and hit the ground. Her head hit the metal and she cursed inwardly as pain throbbed at the spot, but her objection died immediately when she felt Zaeed climb on top of her, his strong hands eagerly working her pants off the rest of the way. Once they were off, he settled in between her thighs, bringing one leg up until her calf was at his ear. He started biting and kissing the skin at her ankle, chuckling as surprised moans fell from her lips as his tongue swirled over spots she had no idea were remotely erogenous.
He took his time with her left leg, shifting so he could give the right one the same treatment. Shepard didn't know when she had laid back or put her hands into the short crop of hair on Zaeed's head. She was moaning with every touch of his lips and some rational thought of her was appalled she was so undone and he hadn't even touched her core yet.
Zaeed was having a hard time believing the battle hardened Commander Shepard was so responsive. She hardly ever even raised her voice when she was angry. Her shouts in the battle field were just loud enough to carry over the sounds of battle, and here she was, gasping and moaning in a way that sent blood straight to his groin.
"Gghh please, Zaeed - I need," Shepard tried explaining as he grazed the skin high on the center of her thigh. His cheek barely touched her folds, but he could feel the damp heat from here.
"I know what you fucking need, now let me work," he barked, no real venom in his tone.
"You're so-" Shepard vehemently started, but stopped and cried out as his tongue suddenly flattened over her clit and applied pressure in one long stroke. Her hands were magically back on his head again and the mercenary flicked his tongue quickly. Long flat strokes turned into pointed flicks, dragging the swollen bud between his lips to suckle. The Spectre made unintelligible noises as she started thrusting her hips to his phenomenal tongue.
Zaeed couldn't help but moan at how she came apart for him. She was always so stoic, he said half of the awful things he said to her to give her the chance to lash out. She couldn't afford to shut down or bottle it up like so many other soldiers could. Dragging his tongue down to tease her damp hole, he chuckled as Jane whimpered. Oh, this was definitely a better stress relief.
"Zaeed - need to feel - fuuuck - need you inside. Put it in me, wanna cum with you inside," she rambled, desperate to give her fluttering walls his hard cock to clench around. Zaeed grunted into her, pushing himself up to follow the desperate order. He gave her no warning as he plunged into her, milking her for pleasure with tattered moans of his own.
Shepard hissed with pleasure as he took her roughly against the floor, the metal floorboard digging into her back, her hip bones hitting with every thrust that ensured she would have bruises there tomorrow. She felt his smoky lips claim hers hungrily and felt his groans vibrate against her lips.
He couldn't believe how tight she was, her walls were vice like on his thick length and his groans were growing increasingly desperate. He kissed her with abandon as his own orgasm raced to meet him, trying to muffle his deeper groans in her pleasure.
"God damn it, woman" Zaeed moaned as her muscles began to grip him tighter, Shepard throwing her head to the side as he pounded her into the metal, biting her lip as moans tumbled from her throat.
"Fuck, Zaeed - close, close, close" Shepard chanted desperately. The man grabbed Shepard's hip, groaning in a tortured pleasure as he fucked her harder into the metal. He was close himself, but damn it all if he wasn't going to get Commander Shepard cumming around him first.
Jane felt Massani's hard body thrust against her, his pelvis massaging her clit, and suddenly she wasn't close, she was cumming hard. The relentless pace never ebbing, Jane wailed out a version of Zaeed's name as her body covulsed around him. The mercenary felt the younger woman's walls clamp on him mercilessly and with a sharp gasp and deep, long grunt he was buried to his hilt and cumming harder than he could remember inside Commander Shepard.
The pair caught their breath, unaware of how they still held each other as the ringing in their ears slowly began to subside. Zaeed's mismatched gaze met Shepard's and for a moment they just lay there with the other. It was only a moment though, as both shifted to reclothe independently.
Shepard had just stood up and gotten her shirt back over her head when she felt rough lips at her neck again. She smirked and leaned into the man, pleased he hadn't out his shoulder pads on quite yet.
"What's this?" She asked, tone husky and seductive. Massani grinned into her neck and spun her around to face him. The way she rippled in his arms made him marvel at her, if only for a second. Not like she would know.
"Taking what I can get while I can get it," and with that, sealed her lips in a scathing kiss. It seemed to be the only kind he knew how to give, and she wasn't complaining.
She reciprocated for a longer moment they would admit, and then pulled away to make her way back to the upper decks. Reports didn't authorize themselves and she did need to go back to being responsible at some point in the night, already allowing herself more than enough distraction.
"Who knows, maybe we can work something out," she gave him a wink and chuckled at herself as she caught his hungry look. She could definitely deal with this kind of man.
Zaeed smirked as he watched her retreat updeck and went to collect the rest of his armor.
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Beneath engineering, in Jack's room, the biotic woke abruptly to a sudden pressure at the end on her bed.
"What the fuck Kasumi?" She growled out, blue glow around her fist dissipating as it lit up the woman's hood.
"You owe me 50 credits," Kasumi said smugly. Jack wracked her brain, but nothing came to mind and seemingly knowing this, the thief added, "they did it,"
"No fucking way, how do you know?" She balked after a few initial, bleary blinks of confusion, fingers scrambling to turn on the lamp. Kasumi better have evidence.
As the light flicked on, a photograph was pulled up on the other woman's Omni-tool and Jack took one look at the do-gooding Commander's legs wrapped tightly around that blood thirsty mercenary's waist and groaned. So that's what all that banging was not too long ago. Kasumi was grinning underneath her hood and was delighted when the credit transfer notification pinged her device. Her cloaking mechanism really did pay for itself.
"Pleasure doing business with you," Kasumi quipped, slipping out of the lower decks before any comment or blue fists could fly from Jack.