Julia Wilton (OC)

Julia strutted into the office, looking hot in a tight formal dress.

"Okay John, I'm sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing, but I've got good news, and I've got bad news." the blonde said.

Commander Shepard had dallied with more than his share of gorgeous women during the Reaper War, but Julia Wilton was something different. For one, they hadn't met until after the Crucible had been fired and the Reapers had been dealt with.

Julia was a young up and coming politico in the human embassy. After Ambassador Udina's role in the Cerberus coup, she had stepped up as a secondary assistant to the Human Councillor. That was how Shepard had met her, when he assumed the role.

"The bad news is, Korlack and the Batarian Councillor are gonna be holo-ing in soon to discuss that Horsehead Nebula arms trade thing." Shepard's wife said, knowing him well enough by now to know leading with the bad news was the best option.

Shepard couldn't help but groan in frustration. This had been a massive time drain for everyone involved lately. He'd been hoping to avoid another all-nighter on Volus-Batarian trade policy.

Working obscene hours for humanity in the immediate aftermath of the war, Shepard and Julia had worked, lived, eaten and slept in the confines of the Councillor's office. The jokes about Julia being his "work-wife" had been rampant throughout his staff, the Presidium. Hell, Shepard and Julia had made plenty of them themselves.

And then an emotionally charged private moment had led to a kiss, had led to Julia riding his cock on the very same desk he sat behind at this moment, had led to the plucky blonde political aide becoming his wife in every true sense of the word.

"And what's the good news?" the hero of humanity asked.

In response, Julia simply lent over his desk, hoisted her dress up around her waist and jutted out her curvy butt.

"You should have just enough time to eat my ass before the call." Julia smirked, showing off black lacey panties.

Shepard chuckled to himself. As he rose to his feet and moved up behind the blonde, had to admit, that did qualify as good news.