Book 3, Chapter 16 - Tuchanka
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"Can I ask a favour, sir?" Miranda asked. I looked up from my plate. "Can we have a 'no anal agreement' for the next forty-eight hours please?"
"Uh-oh, is someone paying for last night?" Kelly teased.
"Look, I can admit I was a little arrogant when I tried taking two in my arse again. I mean, the orgasms were phenomenal but I am fucking sore this morning."
"Okay, Miri, no anal for two days. We'll just find something else to do until then," I said.
"Thank you, sir. I'll suck your dick once I'm done with breakfast."
Dinner had been a lot of fun the previous night, the table echoing with laughter the entire time. But the girls didn't want to go out anywhere afterwards, particularly as we had a fully stocked bar, and the fun continued from the moment we walked in the door until the middle of the next morning. Miranda wasn't the only one sore, but she was the only one vocal about it. I'd noticed Jack sit down carefully, while Kelly was almost walking like a cowboy at times.
But all good things had to come to an end, our bags already packed, ready to return to the ship and the war. After breakfast, we cleaned up the place one last time, laughing away as we had a bag that was just full of sex toys. Most would go in Miranda's bedroom, but I knew all my girls would be taking more than one to have fun with at a later time.
Kasumi and Jack walked with us to the docks, the pair receiving long hugs from all of us, both making sure they hugged me last. "Thank you, Shepard," Jack whispered. I knew why she was thanking me.
"Keep making me proud," I whispered back, "Always believed in you."
"Shit, there you go, trying to make me cry again."
"Nothing wrong with showing your feelings. At least they're good feelings nowadays."
"You'll be back soon?"
"Hopefully."
"Good. I'd love to have more time like we've just had."
"I think everyone can agree to that, Jackie," Kelly said. Though Jack loved being called Jacqueline, we'd already agree Jackie was a suitable alternative. Jack wanted to be known as Jackie or Jacqueline from now on. The persona of the mad and bad 'Jack' was now consigned to the past. She had plenty of reminders, whether visible to the eye, the tattoos and scars, and those that lingered in her mind, on her soul or in her heart, but she was not the same woman we'd broken out of prison.
After giving orders to Joker to take us back to Tuchanka, I headed with Kelly up to our cabin first, dumping our things on the bed and hugging each other in silence for a couple of minutes. "That was so much fun, Shepard," she murmured.
"It was. We'll definitely do it again too." I lifted her chin. "Game faces for the next few days. I'd love to keep the vibe going, but with what's looming..."
"But up here in private?"
"We'll keep it chilled like always."
Having spent nearly the entire time with my girls, I spent the next two days catching up with the crew I'd barely seen. Garrus had spent his time on the Citadel with Chloe. He was in a good mood as we chatted in the mess, and my friend admitted things were getting quite serious. When I asked how, he suggested he was thinking of marriage. I wasn't surprised and simply wished him the best, and assured him she would be overjoyed and definitely say yes.
Javik admitted to enjoying each visit to the Citadel. He'd never seen it during his own time, but he had heard of it and often wondered what had made it the centre of their civilisation. He obviously drew curious glances, and a few would even approach him, asking who he was. He didn't like to admit he was Prothean, so simply said he was a visitor from a 'new species' that was hoping to build a relationship with the species of the galaxy, calling himself an 'ambassador'. Thought it was a good idea, in all honesty.
Wrex and Grunt, along with his surviving soldiers from Aralakh Company, had spent time causing havoc, drinking, fighting and relaxing. Thankfully, I hadn't received any called from C-Sec about them running amok. Wrex had found himself visiting some old haunts, having spent centuries coming to and from the Citadel.
Mordin had been busy preparing the cure. He assured me that, by the time we arrived in orbit around Tuchanka, it should just be about ready to go. Other than that, he spent most of his time talking with Eve, who had no desire to leave the ship while we'd been docked at the Citadel.
Vega and Cortez had spent their time on the Citadel relaxing. I was aware Cortez was in the latter stages of grieving his lost husband, so Vega was taking it upon himself to cheer his friend up. Thankfully, most of his ideas were rather sound, not trying to force Cortez into anything that might make him uncomfortable. I did ask if he was trying to hook him up. Vega laughed, said that wasn't Cortez at all. As for himself, he said he was just unlucky in love, and didn't really worry about such matters, and wouldn't until the war was won.
It was no surprise Adams, Gabby and Ken had barely left the ship. I found engineers a rather curious breed at times, quite happy to spend nearly their entire time in the bowels of the ship. I guess it was the thrum of the core, or just the knowledge they were responsible for keeping the ship going. Didn't know, didn't really ask either. The trio were happy, worked well together, and if they didn't need or want time off the ship, I wasn't going to force them.
Joker and EDI had, for want of a better term, had a blast on the Citadel. From what I could see, Joker was falling in love with her. I figured he was setting himself up to be hurt but I was confident EDI actually seemed to realise, and would do one of two things. Either let him down easy, ensuring their friendship remained firm, or she might desire an attempt at courtship. Not sure how it would work, if she was even capable of physical intimacy, and it wasn't particularly something I wanted to ask either. But they were both happy, enjoyed their time on the Citadel, but were eager to get back into the swing of things.
Miranda and I happily worked together on the way to Tuchanka. The 'no anal agreement' also included toys, and I noticed during the second day that she was looking more comfortable when sat down. She still slid under my desk each morning to blow me like we agreed, but other than that, we focused on our professional relationship, though continued to tease each other, more through words than actions.
All my girls continued to wear short skirts without panties. I had a feeling that was never going to change. Kelly loved it when I stood behind her, gently pressing my body into hers, hot breath on her neck. I'd notice her shudder, and she'd lose concentration on whatever she was doing. Hands may or may not be involved.
What I did notice was Traynor started to wear exactly the same thing. I waited until the crew had disappeared for dinner the second night when I approached her from behind. She sensed me coming, glancing back and smiling. Kelly observed from nearby with interested. When I stepped against her, she immediately leaned back against me.
I said nothing as I ran a hand down her cheek and her neck, over her uniform down her body towards her skirt. Reaching the hem of her skirt, I reached down with both hands and lifted it up, exposing her lower body. I relied purely on touch as she turned to look at me, my hand brushing over... a shaved pussy. My eyes widened a moment as I ran my hand down further, feeling her legs part slightly so I could feel the warmth and dampness. Her breath caught as I wasted no time sliding two fingers into her.
"Shepard," she breathed.
"Wearing this for me?" She nodded. "And shaved?" She nodded again. "I love it." I removed my fingers, lifting them up towards her face. She sucked on them without hesitation, making a noise that made me rock hard immediately. I then lowered her skirt, brushing it down. "I'm definitely liking this new Samantha Traynor," I breathed into her ear, watching her shudder, almost needing to lean against the bench to keep herself upright. Pressing against her, she pressed back against me. "Can you feel me, Samantha?"
"God yes," she murmured.