Bathroom

Shepard’s body still buzzed with restless energy as she pushed herself off the bed, her legs unsteady beneath her. The sensation was maddening, like an itch she couldn’t scratch, a hunger she couldn’t satisfy. She needed something—anything—to distract herself from the storm raging inside her. The bathroom. Yes, that was it. A splash of cold water on her face might help clear her head.

She stepped out of her quarters, her bare feet padding softly against the metal floor of the Normandy. The corridor was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the ship’s engines. She moved quickly, her heart pounding in her chest as she approached the bathroom. But when she pushed the door open, she froze.

The room was occupied.

Not by the girls, as she’d expected, but by two of the male crew members—Joker and Garrus. They were standing near the sinks, engaged in quiet conversation. Shepard’s breath hitched, her hand gripping the doorframe as she hesitated. This is the wrong bathroom, she thought, her pulse quickening. She should leave. Turn around. Walk away.

But her body had other ideas.

Something inside her snapped, a wave of heat flooding her veins. Her grip on the doorframe tightened, her knuckles turning white as she fought against the sudden, overwhelming urge to step inside. No. This wasn’t her. This wasn’t what she wanted. But the voice in her head was already whispering, coaxing, pushing her forward. Why are you fighting it? Isn’t this what you need?

Shepard’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as she stepped into the room, the door sliding shut behind her. Both men turned to look at her, their conversation faltering at the sight of her. She could see the confusion in their eyes, the question forming on their lips. But she didn’t give them a chance to speak.

Her knees hit the floor with a soft thud, her hands trembling as they reached for the waistband of Joker’s pants. The room was silent, the only sound the pounding of her heart in her ears. Her breaths came in ragged, uneven gasps as she looked up at him, her eyes wide and glassy with need.

“Shepard, what are you—” Joker started, his voice tinged with disbelief, but she didn’t let him finish. Her fingers fumbled with the button of his pants, her movements clumsy, ****. The fabric slipped down his hips, and she didn’t hesitate.

Her lips closed around him, her tongue swirling in a slow, deliberate motion. A sharp intake of breath from above, followed by a low, guttural groan. Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. This is it. This is what you needed. The voice in her head was relentless, urging her on, pushing her further.

Her hands moved to her own shirt, her fingers trembling as she tugged it open, the cool air brushing against her exposed skin. Her breath hitched as she felt Garrus’s eyes on her, the weight of his gaze sending a shiver down her spine. She didn’t look up, didn’t stop. Instead, she let her tongue move faster, her lips tightening around him as she took him deeper.

Joker’s hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he let out another low groan. “Fuck, Shepard…” His voice was strained, barely above a whisper, and it only fueled her need. She could feel the tension building in him, the way his body trembled beneath her touch. It was intoxicating, the power she had over him in this moment.

But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

Her free hand reached out, her fingers brushing against Garrus’s leg. She didn’t have to look up to know he was watching her, his sharp eyes taking in every detail. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of it, and it made her body ache with need.

“Shepard…” Garrus’s voice was low, rough, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She glanced up, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, she hesitated. But the voice in her head was insistent, urging her on. You know what you want. Take it.

Her hand moved to his waistband, her fingers trembling as she undid the clasp of his pants. She didn’t pull them down, not yet. Instead, her fingers brushed against him, her touch light, teasing. A sharp intake of breath from above, followed by a low hiss of pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he leaned into her touch, and it only made her bolder.

She moved her hand, her fingers wrapping around him, the heat of his skin sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her lips tightened around Joker, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles as she worked him with her hand. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft, wet noises of her mouth and hand moving in tandem.

She could feel the tension building in both of them, the way their bodies trembled beneath her touch. It was intoxicating, the power she had over them in this moment. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

Her lips slid off Joker with a soft pop, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked up at him. Her eyes were wide, glassy with need, and she didn’t have to say a word. He understood.

“Shepard…” His voice was strained, barely above a whisper, and it only fueled her need. She moved quickly, her hands trembling as she guided him toward her mouth. But before she could take him again, she felt Garrus’s hand on her shoulder, his grip firm but gentle.

“Shepard, wait.”

Her breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort to hold still. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, she hesitated. But the voice in her head was insistent, urging her on. Don’t stop. You know what you want. Take it.

Her lips parted, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she looked up at him. “I… I can’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Garrus’s eyes softened, his grip on her shoulder tightening. “You don’t have to. But let me…”

His words trailed off as he knelt beside her, his sharp eyes meeting hers. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the need burning just beneath the surface. And for the first time, she let herself truly feel it—the way her body burned for him, for both of them.

Her breath hitched as his hand cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. “You’re not alone in this, Shepard.”

Her lips parted, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she nodded. “I… I need…”

“I know,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Let me help you.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. His lips crashed into hers, the kiss fierce, demanding. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers, the way his fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss. It was overwhelming, the way he took control, and she didn’t resist. Instead, she let herself melt into him, her body trembling with need.

Her hands moved to his waistband, her fingers trembling as she undid the clasp of his pants. She didn’t pull them down, not yet. Instead, her fingers brushed against him, her touch light, teasing. A sharp intake of breath from above, followed by a low hiss of pleasure. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he leaned into her touch, and it only made her bolder.

She moved her hand, her fingers wrapping around him, the heat of his skin sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her lips tightened around Joker, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles as she worked him with her hand. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths, the soft, wet noises of her mouth and hand moving in tandem.

She could feel the tension building in both of them, the way their bodies trembled beneath her touch. It was intoxicating, the power she had over them in this moment. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

Her lips slid off Joker with a soft pop, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she looked up at him. Her eyes were wide, glassy with need, and she didn’t have to say a word. He understood.

“Shepard…” His voice was strained, barely above a whisper, and it only fueled her need. She moved quickly, her hands trembling as she guided him toward her mouth. But before she could take him again, she felt Garrus’s hand on her shoulder, his grip firm but gentle.

“Shepard, wait.”

Her breath hitched, her body trembling with the effort to hold still. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, she hesitated. But the voice in her head was insistent, urging her on. Don’t stop. You know what you want. Take it.

Her lips parted, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she looked up at him. “I… I can’t stop,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

Garrus’s eyes softened, his grip on her shoulder tightening. “You don’t have to. But let me…”