Mass Effect. Armistice Day
Characters: John Shepard, Ashley Williams.
Location: "SSV Normandy."
- Hey, Skipper. Would you like a drink? Special occasion.
Shepard tore himself away from the weapons list he was compiling for the ship's adjutant and looked up wearily. Ashley Williams, an Alliance sergeant, an experienced soldier, the captain's partner, and a beautiful twenty-five-year-old girl, stood beside him, a tall glass of brown liquid in each hand. Automatically, the captain held out his hand, and one of the glasses passed to him. It smelled of rum.
- What's the reason? - Shepard asked, somewhat puzzled.
- Today is Armistice Day, the end of the First Contact War. It's always celebrated in my family. Since I'm the only Williams on board, I thought I'd ask you.
The Captain just hummed.
- I'm hardly the most important patriot on board.
The girl smiled.
- Maybe not. Maybe I just want to have a drink with you. Have you thought about that?
The last time Shepard had drunk with the girl, she'd nearly passed out from the two orgasms she'd had, so now the captain's lips curved into a smile. The memory of his sex with Emily Wong was still too vivid for the captain not to think about it. Besides, it had only been four days since his encounter with the journalist at the hotel, during which time the captain and his Normandy had traveled to almost another part of the galaxy.
They were now on their way to Feros, a planet whose colony had lost contact with them and where Geth activity had been detected. And with the Geth following Saren wherever he went, Shepard would have to see if the fugitive Spectre was connected to all of this. They still had about three hours before they entered the planet's orbit, which John planned to spend fully immersed in his duties: making a list of necessary weapons, checking ammunition and grenades, and ordering a few new modifications for the battle group's spacesuits. But when a pretty young girl comes up to him and invites him in for a drink, everything takes a back seat.
- Don't tell me you don't know about my family. My superiors always asked about it. It's not in my personnel file?
The girl sat down on the edge of the armory table, took a sip from her glass and licked her lips, obviously enjoying the taste of the alcoholic beverage. Lips...
To tell the truth, whenever Shepard looked at Ashley, his gaze always stopped at her lips. Sensual, full lips, so uniquely sexy. All logical and rational thoughts vanished from his mind and John had to pull himself together not to think about how much pleasure he would have gotten if those lips had been around his erect cock. And now his vulgar thoughts had caused his pants to become very small in the groin area. It couldn't be said that Shepard was embarrassed by his excitement, though. Quite the opposite. And when Ashley's eyes fell on the bulge in his pants, John wasn't embarrassed at all. But the Sergeant's reaction was a little different than the Spectre had expected.
- Do you get so excited when you talk about the military, Skipper? - Ashley asked, startling the captain. He had expected the girl to be embarrassed or, on the contrary, to hurry away, but Williams was clearly amused by the situation. But it was unclear whether the rum was the reason or not. In any case, he had to take matters into his own hands - not enough for the sergeant to think that Shepard didn't know how to behave.
- I'm more turned on by your mouth, Williams. No matter what words come out of it.
The girl's eyes widened in surprise - she hadn't expected such a revelation from the captain. However, no negative emotions appeared on the beauty's face - she just took a sip of rum and giggled. It seemed that the alcohol was making her head spin too fast.
- Smacks of insubordination, Skipper, don't you think?
