Ashley Williams yawned, stretching her whole body and rubbing her eyes. Yet again, she stayed up painfully late, way longer than anyone on the Normandy. But as an Executive Officer to the famous commander Shepard, she had to. The first human Spectre was a big damn hero, with no interest in paperwork, and his status of a living legend allowed him to elude all boring duties. Ashley had no such privilege, and as someone had to perform all kinds of tasks the commander neglected, it fell on her.
She wasn't complaining though, as serving on the Normandy was everything she could dream of. The Reaper War - which organics luckily won - created more issues and tensions that it resolved, which prompted the Council to assign two Spectres to work together. And as always the Alliance was happy to provide them with their best ship - after all, it's good to be on good terms with top agents of the most important galaxy political body.
However, there were downfalls too. One of them was commander Shepard himself. And not because Ashley had to take over some of his duties, but because the two of them used to date. Their relationship started when they were chasing Saren, but ended about half a year later when the commander 'died' after the destruction of the first Normandy. When he returned, their meeting didn't go well, and with Ashley's absence aboard, Shepard started the relationship with Tali'Zorah. Sometimes Ash thought that maybe if she acted differently on Horizon, the two Spectres would still be together.
The other reason was just to remind her of himself, when suddenly the door to her cabin opened and two people entered the room.
"Oh, good afternoon, Major Williams. Didn't know you'd still be here." The woman addressed her formally. She was tall, pitch-black haired and pale skinned, dressed in a skin-tight blue and black suit. The cloth showed all details of her voluptuous figure - from big breasts to flat belly to round ass to long legs, and her beautiful face was accentuated with big blue eyes and full lips. Miranda Lawson, once Cerberus officer, currently a member of the Alliance special forces.
"Yeah, Ash. Thought you were already gone." The man was even taller. His muscular chest was tightly hugged by white t-shirt, which also underlined his impressive torso and arms, while the army pants clung to his muscular legs. His skin showed his latino heritage, and dark eyes sparkled in his handsome face. James Vega, an Alliance soldier. "Come, Miri, we clearly need another place."
They left a room as quickly as they entered, leaving Ashley shocked. Their smiles, flushed faces and the fact that they were holding hands made their intention clear, but she couldn't believe it.
Did they really want to have sex in
my
cabin? That's not disrespectufl - that's fucking rude! Did they do that before? Ugh.
As most of the squad, when the Normandy was docked in the Citadel as it was currently, the Spectre was spending nights in the Alliance complex, so it was possible that her room was... violated when she was away.
But would James really be able to do such a thing? There were times she would undoubtedly answer no. When she met Vega during the Reapers War, he was confident, but also kind and funny; although he wasn't completely following the protocol, he knew where to stop. But when he returned after his N7 training, he was changed. Confidence turned into self-centrism, kindness into arrogance and jokes into sexism. He was still the goddamn good soldier, so they kept him on the team, but Ashley always felt uncomfortable around him. She even reported his inappropriate behaviors - from sexual innuendos to groping attempts - to Shepard, but he waved a hand and said that it was all jokes, so nothing to worry about.
Eh, fuck it!
Ashley thought as many times before. The situation fully awakened her, so she decided to get back to work before hitting the bed.
A few more hours Ashley spent at work, but eventually the time for sleep had arrived. It was running late, so the soldier decided to stay at Normandy for the night, but not before the last glass of water.
When she left her cabin and went to the kitchen, she expected the ship to be completely empty and quiet. But the reality proved to be completely different.
"OH YEAH JAMES FUCK ME! FUCK MY CUNT YOU STUD! OH YEAH BABY GIVE ME YOUR HUGE COCK!" Ashley heard female screams coming from the crew common bedroom, previously stopped by soundproof walls and doors of her own room.
The Spectre's eyes opened wide. Vega and Miranda interrupted Ash a few hours ago, and they were still having sex? And those screams of pleasure - Ashley never imagined herself to produce such a noise!
"FUCK ME JAMES, FUCK ME! OH GOD YOUR COCK IS SO BIG AND HARD! YOU FUCK ME BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE, KEEP GOING, KEEP THE FUCKING GOING!" For the whole walk to the kitchen the screams were there, and didn't stop when Ashley poured herself a glass of water. "GIVE ME THAT COCK! POUND MY PUSSY! FUCK MY CUNT! OH GOD IT'S SO GOOD! I'M GONNA CUM!"
Hearing the last part Ashley stopped mid-step. If those screams were produced during an intercourse, how would she sound while orgasming? Her curiosity was satisfied very soon.
"OH FUCK, JAMES, JAAAAAMEEES! I'M FUCKING CUMMING! I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING HAAARD! OHHHHHHH!!!" Miranda's orgasmic scream was so loud Ashley almost had to cover her ears and she could swear her glass rattled.
But the next words shocked her even more.
"You still haven't cum?! And you're still hard?!"
What the fuck?
Ashley was truly shocked.
They had sex for a few hours, and he still hadn't cummed?! What's the stamina of this guy?
"Well, baby, you have to work for my cum." Came the answer which brought Ash to reality. Feeling a little ashamed of eavesdropping, she practically ran to her cabin, hoping to close the door before they were going to start again.
Being back in her quarters, she leaned against the door and just now realized that her heart ran so fast as when she was in combat. She never had sex which sounded like that. She would say it was like porn, but truth to be told, that was much louder than any porn she ever watched. There was only one logical conclusion.
"Miranda was faking it." Ashley said at loud. "James probably has a tiny penis and she wanted him to feel good. And he hadn't cum yet because he can't, not because he's so good at dick control. Yeah, it explains a lot about his behavior."
Content with this line of thought, she changed to her pajamas and slipped to bed. She fell asleep very quickly, but her dreams were filled with sexy screams about how good and how big James was, but they were not Lawson's, but Williams' herself. And when she woke up the next morning, she felt her body sweaty and her pussy wet.
WTF is happening to me?!
The next day wasn't the best for Ash. The memory of the previous night - from James invading her room to Miranda's orgasmic screams - and the following dreams were too strong to ignore and she found herself constantly distracted and out of game. Up to the point that during a meeting with the Council she lost her temper and yelled at the asari councilor (why the blue aliens weren't kicked out from it, given how they kept Prothean technology secret from all other species, she didn't know), which prompted Shepard to send her away and give her a reprimand later (even when they were technically equals in their Spectre status, she always followed his lead as he was still far more experienced in that field).
Finally she decided that there's only one way to regain composure - to confront James and call him out. That's why Ashley was currently going down in the elevator, fixing her hair in the wall mirror.
