Mess in the elevator

Shepard was panting. Her adrenaline had her heart going a mile a minute. All those people saw her.

Stories of the streaker in the Commons was probably being sent all over the Citadel. Along with those who took pictures sending it to everyone they know!

The thought of her naked body being seen by possibly millions of eyes...

Moans filled the small space as she lost it. A puddle appeared under her as she came.

"Fuck!" she leaned on the wall. She just came without even touching herself. Her face was a mix of humiliation, shame, and still arousal. 'How am I ever going to live this down?'

The thrill and conflicting feeling od embarrassment was doing so much to her. She wanted more but she didn't. 'What the hell is wrong with me?'

Her elevator was set for where she knew she had the best chance to grab a skycar but also had more people coming and going. She would be seen again when the doors opened.

She didn't know to be afraid or excited for it.

What she didn't know was that her girlfriend was in control of the elevator. Where she stopped would be up to Liara.