You’ve been through a lot.
Who: Shepard and Elizabeth C What: Dates in space When: 1/20 Where: Normandy Status: Complete Rating: R
The kitchen on the Normandy was more of a mess hall type setup, but for a time there’d be a genuine galaxy-class chef on board and so the equipment was really nice. Out of this world, even - two centuries of advancement certainly helped with cooking evenly.
Jane didn’t know if Elizabeth was going do her cake thing on board or not, but she’d sent the shuttle to pick her up, which gave her time to change into something nice. There wasn’t much of a wardrobe on board, so she pulled out one of her dress uniforms. Blue was more common, but she had a white uniform that she was fond of.
Elizabeth had a bag full of groceries in hand when the shuttle docked. She’d decided on a dress that would show off her figure. Her plans made her a little nervous, but in a good way. Shepard had made her interest clear and now Elizabeth had a new perspective on life. She couldn’t and wouldn’t be the girl in the tower anymore. Not when it came to anything, including sex.
She made her way to the mess, her heels clicking as she jogged down the hall.
There was some wine on board. Shepard had found it stashed in the observatory. A glass or two couldn't hurt, so she had the bottle set in ice. She could hear the heels clicking on the deck, and looked up to greet Elizabeth as she came into view. Only she opened her mouth and nothing came out but, "Wow."
Elizabeth looked good, and Jane sighed a little. Life sometimes wasn't fair, and Elizabeth was super unfair.
Shepard looked damn good in her dress uniform. Elizabeth smiled brightly, blushing a little as her eyes raked over Shepard. “Yeah, same. You look great!” She gave Shepard a peck on the cheek and shouldered her bag of groceries. “Am I going the right way?”
"Thanks. Didn't feel like a dress but kind of wanted to dress up for you." Did Jane's scarred cheeks just go a little red? They might just have. She gestured down the corridor, then led Elizabeth into the galley. "Right here."
“I wanted to dress up for you too,” Elizabeth said as she followed Shepard. “I had to wear something easy to get off for you to see the present I got you.” With Shepard she didn’t have to be cautious. The words tumbled out hastily, and Elizabeth blushed scarlet but she wasn’t afraid anymore. Shepard wouldn’t hurt her and she truly wanted this. Booker was right. It was time to let her old judgements go.
"I like it, it suits you well," Jane replied, before Elizabeth's words fully sunk in. She put her hand on Elizabeth's shoulder. "You're...you're wearing my present?" Under the dress? Shepard swallowed. And now Elizabeth was scarlet and it was adorable and a little sexy, so she cupped her cheek and stroked it with her thumb. "Hope that's a present for you, too." She couldn't deny her want for Elizabeth, but she didn't want it to be one sided or for Liz to feel like she owed her something.
Elizabeth put her hand over Shepard’s and smiled. “It is. I’m trying new things, getting out and getting experiences I should have already have. Going to Paris, dreaming about being locked in a literal tower, all the death and destruction of my dreams, it’s all shown me that there is so much beauty in the world I never got to see, and life is too short not to pursue it all. This isn’t. . . I mean I still want to be friends with you but there are other people I want to share sex with too. But you’ll be my first.”
"Seeing death can put a lot of things in perspective," Jane agreed. She felt a tightness in her gut. Desire for Elizabeth, a teensy bit of jealously, and something else. She wanted Shepard to be her first and that touched Jane, right in the feels. She smiled. Maybe Liz would get nervous again. She hoped not, but that would be okay too. A night showing Elizabeth all the ways she could feel in bed with a woman would be as important to Shepard as to the younger woman. "I’m...touched. Guess I'm gonna have to make it hard to top then."
Elizabeth laughed and nodded. “I have no doubt you’ll make it a night worth remembering.” She stepped in close to Shepard, tilting her head up and drawing Shepard’s down for a soft, gentle kiss. She wasn’t shy this time, and she didn’t let it end as quickly. This time she savored the kiss, delighting in the little electric shocks that went through her body when they made contact.
A little groan rumbled in Shepard's throat, and she ran her hand down to the side of Elizabeth's neck. Though it was a gentle kiss, there was a promise behind it. Passion and pleasure, an undercurrent of desire. If she was feeling those little shocks from a kiss, wait until there was nothing between them but their skin.
"You're so beautiful," Jane murmured. "You drive me crazy."
Elizabeth groaned softly, her body shaking a little as Shepard murmured in her ear. “Oh, oh my. We’re not going to get any food, are we?” It didn’t bother Elizabeth. She set her bag down on the floor and stroked Shepard’s hair. “I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel every inch of you, too.”
Jane threaded an arm around Elizabeth's waist. Though they were near the same height, she still lifted her up, nuzzling her nose into Liz's throat and kissing lightly. She lowered her down and looked into Elizabeth's eyes. "We might still eat, it might not just be food though."
She could feel Elizabeth trembling, and held her close again. Elizabeth approached everything with enthusiasm and Jane thought that she might just be in trouble tonight because of that.
The little kisses on her throat made Elizabeth whimper and her hands stroked Jane’s shoulders and neck, brushing her hair aside to fulfill a need to touch her skin. The thought of what she would be eating later was quite pleasant. “I hope you won’t mind if I’m a little bad at it.” She hoped to be good at sex but it probably took practice like anything else.
"Practice makes perfect, and maybe you'll be a natural." She rubbed her hand down Elizabeth's back, moving two fingers in a circle at the small of her back. There already wasn't much between her hands and Elizabeth except that thin fabric. "And I can give you plenty of practice." Her voice deepened, and she closed her eyes. "I'll touch you everywhere you want me to. And I want your hands on me, your lips..."
There should be near Jupiter by now, but it was hard to tell from here and Jane was really distracted by this woman.
Elizabeth groaned again, moving Shepard’s hands to the knot that held her dress closed. “Yes, please,” she begged, her eyes closed so every touch and sensation was amplified. “I’ve wanted this so much. I couldn’t wait to come back because of this date.”
"Not here." Jane picked Elizabeth up bridal style as though she weighed nothing. She started to move towards the lift, occasionally kissing whatever part of Liz was closest to her mouth. "Didn't want to let you go last time, but you had to make that choice yourself, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth caught Shepard’s face and kissed her again, with more passion. She didn’t quite have as much knowledge of kissing as she’d like. The decision had been hard to come to, but now Elizabeth was glad she’d let it happen. “Where are we going?” She was breathless and her voice made it clear.
"My quarters." She leaned against the side of the lift, Elizabeth pinned between her and the bulkhead. She kissed her again, longer and deeper than any of their kisses before.
Elizabeth was surprised by the kisses but she returned them as best she could. She felt secure between Shepard and the wall. Her body felt hot and she desperately wanted to be touched. “Oh please go fast, elevator,” she gasped when the kiss broke. “I might not survive.”
The elevator didn't move fast enough, but it wasn't slow either. Jane had untied the knot on Elizabeth's dress by the time the doors opened to the commander's cabin. On the right was the shower, and then past that, also on the right, was a desk. On top of the desk was a display of many model ships, across from the display was a pair of shelves, one with a hamster cage on it. There was also a burnt out helmet on the desk. On the left was a fish tank that was several meters wide, set in the wall starting halfway up. Deeper in the cabin was a couch near a work table. On the work table were what looked like alien artifacts. A huge bed was against the far wall, near a holographic control terminal. A huge skylight covered most of the ceiling from the bed to the model ships.
Jupiter hung in view overhead, bright and close as she set Elizabeth down, but Jane was too busy staring at her, her hands hesitating in fully undressing her.
The scenery was dark, except for the fish and the lamp on the desk. Not that Elizabeth minded. She was working on the buttons on Shepard’s dress jacket, fully engrossed in the task. Each new inch of skin exposed was gorgeous. Being put on the bed startled Elizabeth out of the task and she looked up at Jane when she hesitated. “Go on. You want to see your present, don’t you?”
"I want you..I mean I want to." Well she wanted her too, but that was besides the point. Jane shrugged out of the jacket. She only had a black bra underneath, far less fancy than anything Elizabeth would wear, but then she hadn't expected she'd need to break out the one fancy one she owned. She tossed the jacket onto the couch, then stepped closer to Elizabeth. Slowly, she pushed her dress down, exposing more and more of her. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw her present and her grin was sudden, wide, and appreciative. Her eyes drank her in, looking her over, absorbing her. "Oh Elizabeth, you're worthy of the worship I'm going to do to you."
Elizabeth was very confident that Shepard would like her present but the look of appreciation that Jane gave her made Elizabeth’s insides squirm in a very pleasant manner. “I know. You’re worthy of what I want to do with you, too. Now come back down here so I can touch you some more.” Shepard’s breasts were glorious and Elizabeth wanted to touch them and taste them.
Jane pushed Elizabeth back onto the bed, then leaned one knee onto the matress. She moved up Elizabeth’s body, tracing her lips across her stomach, then between her breasts and up her throat. She still had her trousers on, but was bare to the world otherwise. Like her face, there was a faint trace of scars on her body. Many from combat or bad situations, but there were some that came from the rebuilding of her body after she died.
She lifted her head, hair brushing Elizabeth’s skin as she gazed into her eyes. She wanted to strip her friend with her teeth. “What do you want first?” She rested a palm on one of Liz’s breasts. “My hand on you?” She took one of Liz’s hands and put it on her breast. “Or yours on me?”
That seemed like an impossible choice at the moment. Elizabeth put her other hand on Shepard’s chest, delicately brushing her fingers along the soft, warm skin presented to her. “Let’s just see how things go. I’m open to whatever happens.” She smiled at Shepard, fingers tracing over the scars that criss crossed her body. “You’ve been through a lot.”
"I'm a soldier," Jane said. The fingers of one hand trailed along the top of Elizabeth's bra, where fabric met skin. Her voice was thick and heavy, breath catching as Elizabeth touched her. "Been dead. Brought back to life. People don't get second chances all that often, feel like I've gotten three of those." She leaned in, kissing her lightly. "So I like to take advantage of that."
Elizabeth paused, thinking about the high likelihood that she would cease to exist in her dreams. Her hands stilled and she bit her lip. “Do, I mean have you heard of people dying from the dreams? Because I lost my pinky,” she held it up to show Shepard, “And I didn’t even dream of how.”
Jane took Elizabeth’s hand and kissed the tip of her pinky. “Never heard of anyone who stayed dead from dying in their dreams. Lost body parts, yes.” She kissed the pinky again, pushing her trousers off then moving until she was straddling Elizabeth’s hips. “But I came back. I know others who have too.” Shepard cupped Elizabeth’s cheek with her left hand.
Elizabeth nuzzled against Shepard’s hand, slightly relieved by the idea that she wouldn’t die forever (most likely). Beside, Shepard had her pants off and that was way more interesting right now. Elizabeth’s hands stroked over Shepard’s thighs. The skin there was so soft and smooth, much to Elizabeth’s delight. “Mmmm, you’re not all rough edges,” she teased.
"Take that back," Jane replied. Her tone was light and teasing and her smile was audible in her voice. "I like my rough edges. It adds to my charm." She moved her hand down, fingers moving across the skin of Elizabeth's throat like the woman was a kind of treasure.
“They do, but I like the squishy inside too,” Elizabeth noted, her fingers brushing lightly through the short hairs between her legs. “I suppose I should get naked too. I think you’ve enjoyed your present long enough.” She wanted very much to take her clothes off right then.
Shepard's body shivered, her eyes closing and a short moan escaping her open mouth. Really, she'd been holding back so far. She wanted Elizabeth naked, she wanted to see her body exposed, to touch and kiss and caress until her friend was a writhing puddle.
But she didn't know how to get it off of her without ripping it, and she didn't want to rip it. There was an aroused desperation in her voice. "That's a good idea, how do you get this thing off of you."
Elizabeth wiggled and arched her hips, undoing the clasps on her garter belt and scooting it and her panties down. Part of her wanted to keep her stockings on, but it was faster to just slide them off. That accomplished she sat up, undoing her bra and discarding it over the side of the bed. “Better?” "Much." Jane sat back, looking her over. The last time she'd been with someone had been Regina, but she didn't want to think about that. It would always be one of those things that hurt, though the pain dulled with time. Instead, she focused more on how beautiful Elizabeth was. The silky smoothness of her skin under her hands.
But she didn't lean in, not yet. Her hands shook with need. "Tell me what you want to do, right now. This night is for you and I'm not letting you out of bed until I've done everything I want to do with you. But I want you to choose first."
“I want you to show me everything!” Elizabeth said, enthusiastically. “Teach me about sex, oh wise master, then let me practice on you.” It was the only way she was going to learn, after all.
Laughing, Jane kissed her. She was eager and hungry and her hands started to explore Elizabeth's skin. Her palms were rough but her touch was gentle and she was quick to key into Elizabeth's needs. But she teased too. Touching a thigh, stroking a finger around a nipple but not quite touching it, biting at the hollow of Elizabeth's throat. But she finally let herself savor Elizabeth's breasts, groaning softly. "I want to taste you. All of you."
And she wasn’t going to let Elizabeth sleep all night.