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🕑 Added 2019-12-09 12:56:44 +0000 UTCJack pays a visit to the Normandy after the Reaper War, and winds up in Shepard's shower, submissive and helpless as the commander lovingly fucks her brains out.
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Jack hadn’t been aboard the Normandy in almost a year, and she hadn’t realised just how much she’d missed it. The familiar hum of the engines, the quiet noises the interfaces made, even the disembodied, sultry voice of EDI all made her feel at ease despite herself. Of course most of her comfort was thanks to Shepard, who had stepped into their little routine as if it had been days, not months, since Jack had last snuck into her cabin for an evening of tenderness and submission.
“I missed doing this.” Shepard hummed, brushing her hands down over Jack’s ribs to her waist and then her hips. “It’s been too long.” Jack bit her lip and shifted, arms still crossed defiantly over her chest as the deliciously warm water rolled over her naked, trembling flesh. Shepard’s fingers pressed against her as they moved, gently massaging her soft, inked skin as she stood and smiled knowingly down at the back of the punk’s head.
“C… course you’d say that.” Jack muttered half-heartedly. “You take any chance you get to feel me up.”
“You came to me, Jackie.” Shepard breathed, the reminder sending a shiver down Jack’s spine. Her scowl deepened and she tried her best not to moan as Jane’s hands rolled over her slender shoulders. “I like your new haircut.”
“Th… thanks.” Came the whispered reply.
“And how are the kids?” Jane continued as casually as if they’d been sharing a drink, rather than being cuddled snugly together in her shower. Her hands stroked down Jack’s forearms and then came back up, dancing over her shoulders and up her throat to the smooth skin of her head. Jack whimpered as her fingers massaged her scalp, brushing against her ears and gently petting the little ponytail at the back of her skull.
“Fine.”
“That’s good to hear.”
Jack shuddered as cool, thick gel was poured over her head, Jane’s fingers beginning to lather it into her hair. She could feel Jane’s breath against her nape, her strong, toned belly brushing against her spine. Without thinking, Jack nibbled her lower lip and reached back, hands slipping around Shepard’s hips and tugging her tighter against her.
“Wh… What about you?” Jack managed to croak, shivering as Shepard’s fingers caressed her ribs, so very close to her breasts. “You’ve been… here?”
“The Normandy is my home.” Shepard sighed, smiling and guiding Jack’s head under the flow of the shower, rinsing the pale soapy bubbles from her hair. “And now I’m free to travel wherever I please.”
“D… don’t you get…” Jack began before groaning and shaking her head, trying to keep her mind away from Jane’s fingers as they made their way down her thighs. Shepard chuckled softly, kneeling behind her and stroking her calves.
“Don’t I get what?”
“L… Lonely.” Jack scowled, her frustration only getting worse as she felt Jane exhale, her breath brushing against one pale, tattooed cheek of her ass. “Out here all alone?”
“I’m not alone. I have EDI.” Shepard smiled, standing up and taking Jack’s hips again. “And I have friends that come to visit, like you.”
“So… the others come by?”
“Well, I go to them, of course.” Jane chuckled, moving Jack around and flashing a simple smile. She took a bottle and poured a thick pool of something pink into her palm. Jack hissed as she moved closer, pressing her palm against her belly and beginning to lather it into her skin. “I had tea with Miranda last week, and Kelly the week before that… let me think, before that Samara and I spent a long weekend together to celebrate her birthday. Don’t you see any of our old friends?”
“They’re your friends, not mine.” Jack scowled, gritting her teeth as Jane’s hand moved over her belly to her side, leaving her soapy and slippery and sending little rivulets of pinkish bubbles rolling down over her as the hot water continued to soak the both of them.
“Oh, Jackie. They’re just as much your friends as they are mine.” Jane sighed, “You shouldn’t put yourself down like that.”
“I’m not.” Jack growled weakly, her attempt at seeming fierce dying as soon as she saw Shepard’s kind smile. She ducked her head away and pouted down at herself, cheeks burning as Jane’s hands gently moved her arms up over her head, her fingers stroking over the full curve of her body from wrist to hip. “They’re… we’re not close. We just fought together.”
“If you wouldn’t push them away, that could change.” Shepard hummed softly, “I’m sure they’d love to be close to you, when they see who you are under all the attitude.” Her hands were beneath her arms now, moving up and down. She was so close. Her lips just an inch from Jack’s forehead, her round, full breasts almost brushing Jack’s nubile mounds. Jack whimpered, hating how easily Shepard demolished the walls she carefully built to protect herself.
“I don’t want to be their friend.” she muttered weakly. “I don’t care.”
“Of course not.” Shepard sighed. “But, if you do change your mind, Samara and I are meeting again in two weeks for our monthly bonding session, I’m sure she’d be happy for you to tag along.”
Jack glanced up, saw Jane smiling down at her, and immediately refocussed her attention on her own feet. She gasped despite herself as Jane began to lather her chest, fingers dancing over her little breasts and brushing against her nipples, each as hard as diamonds thanks to Shepard’s soft, almost motherly affections.
“Hmm, yes we’re getting to the fun part, don’t worry.” She chuckled as Jack whined. “I always forget how sweet you look when you’re like this.”
“I’m not like anything!” Jack complained, “And I’m not… sweet.”
“Mm hm.” Jane smiled, taking a step closer and pushing Jack’s back to the slick wall of the shower. She didn’t linger on the biotics tits, didn’t indulge in toying with the lovely little bumps, she didn’t need to, there would be plenty of time to enjoy them later. Instead she poured out a little more soap onto her palm and moved her attentions lower.
“Hah!” Jack squeaked as Jane’s palm clapped against her rear and began to knead the soft, fleshy pads with her usual methodical grace. The punk might have tried to move, if she really wanted to escape from Jane’s strong, thorough hands, or if there was anywhere to go other than into the warm embrace of her bust. But the warmth of the water and the soft, comforting tone in her only friend’s voice had completely melted her resistance.
She blushed and groaned as Jane’s hands rubbed over her cheeks, delving between them and briefly teasing the sensitive rosebud of her ass with a fingertip before moving on.
“Is this a new one?” Shepard asked, lips almost touching Jack’s as the biotic jumped and looked up at her. Her eyes moved to where Jane’s finger was resting against her and her cheeks darkened. It was a simple heart, entwined with rose-vines, the thorns drawn sharp and dangerous, but all pointing outwards as if to protect, not hurt the heart within.
“Y… yeah.”
“I like it.” Jane smiled. She reached up and took Jack’s cheek in one palm. “Would you like me to kiss you now, or has this been enough?”
Jack scowled, knowing full well Jane only asked so she would be forced to beg for her pleasure, but as always, her arousal and treacherous submissive streak overpowered her pride. She bit her lip and pushed against Shepard’s belly, her tiny breasts lost in the fat, slippery orbs of Shepard’s tits. “Kiss me… please?”
Shepard hummed fondly and drew her close with one hand, their lips meeting and mouths opening for a moment. Jack whimpered into the kiss, trembling as Shepard’s free hand took her by the waist and kept her pressed tight against her. she panted as Jane pulled away, mouth open and tongue out, pleading for more like a dog.
“You’re such a beautiful woman, Jackie.” Shepard smiled, pushing her back against the wall and making sure she stayed there by immediately closing the gap and trapping her. “I just wish you’d open up.”
“I…” Jack stammered as Jane’s lips began to toy with the skin of her throat, kissing up one of the thin black lines inked into her flesh.
“I know.” She breathed, patting Jack’s hip as her dominant hand slipped between her thighs to spread her wide. “You’ve got scars, you closed off to protect yourself… but Cerberus is done, and there are people who care about you.”
“Shepard…”
Jane hushed her softly, smiling and pushing a kiss onto her lips. Jack quivered, hips pushing forwards against Jane’s thighs, clinging to her shoulders as the redhead pushed her palm flat against her sopping opening.
“It’s alright, the lecture’s over.” she chuckled, “Just lean back and enjoy, kay?”
“Yu… yes.” Jack nodded meekly, biting her lip as Jane’s palm began to rub at her slit. She whined, head tilting back as Jane toyed with her, helpless as Jane’s lips explored her throat and her hand pushing firmly against her cheek. She hadn’t been lacking in partners the past few years, always knowing how to enjoy herself, but what Shepard could do to her was uncanny, sapping away all her confusion and insecurity and making her into a blushing, mewing mess with little more than a few kind words and a gentle caress.
Shepard slipped inside her silently, sharp green eyes watching to catch Jack’s blissful expression. She smiled and wrapped her lips around one of Jack’s as the biotic moaned. She could feel how she trembled beneath her, every twitch and shiver as Jack melted against her. A tattooed thigh rose against her hip, Jack’s leg moving behind her and trying to tug her all the tighter against her body. Jane smiled and brought her free hand down to hold her, laughing as Jack jumped up and wrapped her arms around her waist.
“Careful, love.” Shepard growled. “I don’t want to slip.”
“Shut up and fuck me.” Jack rasped, hands clawing at Jane’s cheeks.
Shepard smiled and pushed her against the wall tight enough she could stop supporting her from underneath, her hands taking Jack by the throat and sinking deep into her again, cutting off her pleading immediately. Jack moaned and pressed her face against Jane’s shoulder, lips tight against slick freckled skin, only to be forced back as Jane’s grip on her neck tightened.
She bucked as much as she could against Jane’s fingers, panting as Shepard’s well-practiced digits worked her cunt. A particularly forceful curl of Jane’s fingers drew a hoarse moan from her lips, and then a lot of spluttering as the water splashed into her mouth. She scowled, embarrassed, and hid her face against Shepard’s shoulder, free now that Jane’s hand had moved to knead at her ass.
Jack was a mess, sopping wet and utterly helpless as she sat nestled in Jane’s arms. Shepard was as talented as ever, taking every ounce of strength from Jack’s body and turning her from a hardened ex-con mercenary into a trembling bundle of nerves. Moaning, her orgasm rolled through her, her mouth open and panting against Jane’s shoulder.
She dropped to the floor and groaned as Shepard stepped back, her legs were jelly, her cunt was on fire. She whimpered and petted herself, fingers dancing over the pulsing petals, wondering how much wetness was the shower and what was her.
“Let’s go to bed.” Jane hummed, caressing Jack’s cheek with a soft, gentle smile. Jack whined and tilted her head up again, blinking as the water rushed over her. Shepard looked so perfect standing there, towering over her like a goddamn statue. The perfect girl scout, nude and slick and slippery in the water. She reached out and Jack nuzzled against her palm on instinct, everything melting away, knowing she was safe in the arms of her hero.
