Smutty Sunday

Like hell was on her heels, Shepard dashed into her bathroom while barking orders to EDI about not being disturbed. The door hissed shut behind her while she tried to come down from the adrenaline rush. She was pretty sure no one suspected her. It was important that she remained undisturbed for four hours. Four hours should be enough.

Propped up on the toilet seat, she gleefully pulled out her latest purchase from its tissue wrapping. The soft scent of freshly printed paper brought a smile to her lips as she rubbed her thumb over the glossy painted cover.

No one could ever know.

The crew, the ship’s A.I., or even the Shadow Broker could never know that Commander Katheryn Shepard, Miss Duty To The Ship, was reading a smut book. They would never take her seriously again. Or worse yet, her would-be suitors would start flirting again. As much as she loved her friends, she never viewed them as any more than that. Just leave it for the stories, she told herself, duty to the ship.

It had been so long since she read a good bodice ripper. Not counting those 2 years where she had been under the Cerberus scalpel. Reverently, she held the book under her nose and took the longest sniff she could muster. A groan of pleasure escaped her throat. Shepard didn’t care if she looked like some sort of Red Sand addict at the moment. She needed this. She pledged that she would enjoy this time for herself until the last moment and by the goddess, she was going to.

Four hours would be enough time to read.

With an enthusiastic opening of the book, Shepard delved into the world of Scarlett McFluff and her roguish pirate, Marcus, sailing on the high seas. Feeling giddy like a schoolgirl about to be caught, her eyes eagerly ate up the words dancing on the pages. She tried to savor the story because she knew she would hardly get another chance to read. With what the collectors and reapers and...

Shepard was noticing that her body was getting a little uncomfortable in her perch upon the toilet seat. She made some adjustments and continued reading.

‘Marcus’ fingers ghosted across Scarlet’s stiff corset as his husky voice brushed across the shell of her ear-’

Huffing, Shepard adjusted herself again.

Is it hot in here?

‘His husky voice brushed across the shell of her ear and she trembled at the sensation flowing through her. “Come my darling,” the rogue whispered, “Come take a tumble in the sheets with me. Let me show you pleasure.”’

With a throbbing pulse to her core, Shepard groaned in dismay. It had been much too long since she read one of these books. She hadn’t expected her body to actually react to the stimuli like this.

After writhing around on the seat for a bit longer trying to stamp down the arousal, she came to the conclusion that she might as well relieve herself of the pressure. With her other hand, she undid the clasps to her fatigues. Biting her lip, Shepard slid her hand into her panties and returned to reading.

Instead of Commander Shepard, she -WAS- Scarlett McFluff. As she read on, she imagined Marcus was the one playing her clit like a well-strummed instrument. With his deft fingers finding the spots that made her gasp and moan in pleasure. It was getting harder to focus on the writing, but she continued on. Her toes curled against the floor at the thought of Marcus replacing his fingers with that wicked tongue of his.

Shepard’s back arched against the tank. She elected to ignore the inconvenience of the setting, instead, her eyes fluttered shut while imagining the rogue pirate’s silky bed sheets on her skin and the salty scent of the sea. Marcus’ tongue was drawing circles and pressing and … and… and…

With a slight moan of pleasure, she let herself enjoy the moment of the climax. Of the pressure being released. That had been good quick fun but her alone time was getting short and she desperately wanted to finish her book. Opening her eyes, she froze. Here she was stretched over the toilet with a book in one hand and the other buried in her panties, while she locked eyes with one of her crewmates she had been avoiding standing slack-jawed in the entrance to the bathroom.

All the words in the world and the one that fell out of her mouth at this moment was, “Fuck.”