Ashley made the first move

Business as usual, that was all there was to the day-to-day experience outside of teasing each other anymore. Liara was in the back, she had started with meditation but eventually, her chin had dropped to her chest. In the tiny enclosed cabin of the Mako Ashley and Shepard could hear her deep breaths gently cutting through the silence. Shepard and Ashely sat in the cabin, neither of them speaking since both at this point were all too aware of how rare uninterrupted sleep was. They worked quietly on datapads, always checking the Mako's conditions, glancing over constantly as the comms as if they could will them to speak.

Shepard was used to routines, ever since he enlisted. He could withstand the temperature, probably better than anyone else in the Mako. He couldn't stand the waiting, the helplessness of it drove him up a wall. If he was on his ship he could just storm off to his quarters, or better yet Ashley's. They weren't a thing, regulations didn't allow them to be. Regulations stood strongly against relationships between vertically separated ranks. Too much danger of power play and nepotism. That didn't stop most people; especially not a girl like Ash. After more than one rough mission under heavy fire, she'd come storming through his door. Throwing him down on his bed while the adrenaline still burned in both of their systems. He was strong enough to stop her, but why would he? She didn't stop him when he would bend her over that desk in her personal quarters. They were both adults, even if they were soldiers.

This line of thought was endangering him, he was rock hard again. With his back facing Ashley it was hidden from her view but he swore he felt eyes burning a hole through his seat-back. He glanced over to her, not turning around fully enough to expose him. To his surprise, he met her gaze. She was staring at him, somewhat distantly as if lost in thought. When their eyes met she smiled softly, focusing on him. She had her hair down, pure black locks she normally kept neat and shoulder tight hanging messily around her ears. It brought out the deep chocolate of her eyes and her almost dusky skin. She reclined in her chair, her smile a little wider and more playful now. She made a show of stretching her arms up and arching her back. When she lowered them crossed in front of her chest she slid down in her seat, slouching and letting her legs spread. Those legs. Toned and taught, long enough to wrap around his torso. He knew from experience.

She knew he was looking at them, he wasn't hiding it. She touched a finger to her pouty lips, biting down gently on the tip. When Shepard kept looking at her with the same almost predatory guilt, she traced her other hand down her navel and into the waistband of her shorts. Shepard's eyes darted from her crotch to her eyes. They were hungry, but they were taunting. They screamed, "Well, what are you going to do about it?"

Not good. Very not good. Even in loose clothing Shepard could feel his cock painfully straining against the fabric. He **** himself to turn away.

There wasn't even time to re-open his datapad before a pair of honey-colored arms gently draped down around his neck. He felt the hot proximity of heavy breaths against his neck and shoulders. Ashley draped herself around him gently, but her hands firmly traced the defined muscles of his chest and stomach. She kissed his neck, her hands sinking lower. Shepard would have begged her to stop if he trusted himself not to encourage her instead.

She traced kisses up to his ear and whispered "John, I need you."

Not Commander, not Shepard. There was no hint of formality to it. She pulled her arms closed, hugging his neck. This time her whisper was more playful "And it looks like you need me."

Shepard didn't dare to speak. For a moment he just took in her warmth, the smell of her sweat, her touch with just enough **** to tell him that she owned him. He hated himself for it, but he had to stop this.

"You know we can't."

He expected her to sigh, maybe tease him a little more.

"What if I don't care anymore?" She asked, a mixture of sultry and indignant.

"We can't just treat Liara li-" Her hand closed over his mouth.

"I don't care about Liara, John. Come into the bathroom with me, I just need something to get me through this."

She removed his hand and was gone before he could protest. He heard the bathroom door closing, but not locking. He waited, listening to Liara's slow even breaths continuing to come through the cabin.

He hated himself for this, he stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He reached out to knock. Before his hand could even get halfway, the door opened and a hand shot out and grabbed Shepard's arm, tugging him inside the cramped bathroom. He stepped inside and the door quickly latched behind him, before he could speak Ashley's mouth clamped over his. Her arms snaked up and wrapped behind his head, grabbing handfuls of his hair. She kissed him with excessive ****, but he let it happen. Her tongue ran through his mouth, their bodies were packed together like the coffin-sized bathroom was their cage. When she finally released him she bit his lip playfully as she pulled away.

"Ashley..."

"Don't. Don't you dare John."

Her hands grabbed frantically at his waistband, his cock was straining so hard that she had no trouble sliding it out. Her fingers were small but gripped him with intensity. He grabbed at her ass, finally feeling his fingers sink into the toned muscle of her backside. She had stripped down before he'd stepped in so when she pulled herself up into his arms he could feel her pussy pressing against him. She hung off of him, her back pressed into the wall of the bathroom. She was grinding her pussy against him, one of his hands pressed over her mouth. If they had the room he would have bent her over and gone into her like an animal, but they would have to make do with the tiny space available. He kissed his way down her neck, bringing his mouth to one of her dark nipples. He bit into it, a little harder even than usual when they were playing rough. She gasped at first but then fell back into whimpering.

He was enjoying making her squirm, it felt almost as much like **** as a release. Any semblance of sass or resistance had disappeared and she was melting for him. He untwined her legs from his waist, then dropped down as low as he could with no space to move. He lifted her thighs onto his shoulder, drinking in the stink of sweat and sex, and then buried his tongue into her pussy. She gasped and her hand had to shoot to cover her own mouth. Her other hand grabbed his hair hard enough to feel like she was trying to yank it out of his head. Her legs closed around his ears, muffling the sound of the cramped room but he could tell it was taking everything she had to keep quiet. He lavished her clit with attention, her trembling and the continued torrent of wetness serving as his feedback.

He felt her squeeze and jerk as she climaxed, her breath caught in her lungs halfway between a gasp and a scream, then heaving out a groan as she shuddered against him. Her back arched and she grabbed furiously for anything she could hold onto, before finally grabbing his hair again. Her pussy pulsed against his tongue and he could feel her juices painting his face. Throughout her peak, she pulled relentlessly at his hair like she was trying to **** his face as deep inside of her as it could manage. He felt her let out a final meek shudder before her thighs released his head. Her legs shook so fiercely that he didn't dare let go of her, so he lifted himself standing, her legs draping over his shoulders.

He kissed her, letting her taste her own sex on his lips through her hazy comedown. Her arms wrapped around him, dumb and happy.