Unexpected

A/N: This image has been tormenting me all day and I just needed to get it out of my system. Enjoy. XD

Jack cursed inwardly as she headed towards the elevator and back down the Engineering deck. Really, this was supposed to be shore leave. THE Shore Leave, if she had to be more precise, after they had kicked the Collectors’ collective asses. She snickered at her own wit as she pressed the button and the elevator began to travel down, but then frowned at herself. She was getting soft. She was getting attached to people. A few months ago she would’ve told the Quarian girl to fuck off if she called her from the surface of the planet and begged her to get the datapad she had forgotten in the Engine Room before she went planetside. Only now, she had just sighed and ambled back from the airlock to retrieve the damn thing. Tali owed her a drink for this one. A big drink.

Still grumbling under her nose she waited for the door to the Engine Room to open with a soft hiss and walked in, looking around for the aforementioned datapad. It wasn’t on Ken and Gabby’s work-stations, and it didn’t appear to be at Tali’s either. Maybe Tali had put it somewhere around the Core?

She was just about to turn around the corner when she heard a moan. Jack paused in her step, blinked and raised an eyebrow, waiting to see if she’d hear another, and indeed, she did. It was a drawn out, hoarse moan that betrayed animalistic pleasure and carnal desire. It also possessed the distinct undercurrents and vibrations that only a Drell voice had.

Well, well, well. So, their illustrious Commander and her Drell lover got all frisky in the Engine Room, thinking that everybody else was on the planet, partying their victory away? Who knew that the always serious, spiritual, straight-faced assassin could get so adventurous?

There, another moan, cut off by a sharp hiccup and a gasp for air, then a soft mewl. Oddly enough, Shepard was quiet and Jack could’ve sword that out of the two, she’d be the screamer.

Quietly, she peeked behind the corner and took a good look inside, curious to see what Shepard was doing to elicit such sounds from her lover.

Jack had a vast experience when it came to fucking. Some of it was pleasant, some of it dull, some of it was something she wished to forget. Some of it also involved having sex with people not of her own species. That never bothered her and she used to think that nothing could ever shock her. Nothing. She had seen it all, done it all. What she saw in the Engine Room, however, made even Jack gawp in surprise and she barely held in a curse.

Krios was there, alright. Gloriously naked – and she let her eyes roam over his fit, sculpted figure, propped up against the wall, his thighs hooked around powerful Turian hips that rocked roughly back and forth and with each stroke the Drell moaned and arched into the length that impaled him. Jack’s eyes roamed to Garrus, who was as naked as his partner, and followed the lines of his body. He was excellent male specimen of his species, all rock-hard muscles, corded sinew and hard carapace. His powerful hands were tight around Krios’ wrists, holding them above his head, pressed to the cold metal wall as he fucked him with abandon.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

It was all that passed through Jack’s mind as she stared at the scene before her, unable to look away.
Although part of her certainly enjoyed the show – free porn was free porn, after – a bigger part of her fumed and bubbled with outrage. This was exactly why she didn’t do this relationship shit – you got close to someone, trusted them, loved them, and then the slut went and fucked someone behind your back. Shepard certainly deserved more than that, more than to have her “closest friend” and her “lover” to fuck like bunnies behind her back.

Jack’s biotics flared and she was about to barge in there and teach them both a lesson they would never forget when a third voice, distinctly female, distinctly familiar, spoke:

“Do you like this, Thane?”

“He loves it.” Garrus responded and gave a particularly sharp thrust, obviously delighting in the needy moan that elicited from Krios’ full lips.

Shepard suddenly came into view and leaned on the wall next to them, her hand sliding across the Drell’s flushed cheek and fingers teasing his lips. Krios immediately ran his tongue over them, sucked them in his mouth and all three of them sighed.

OH.

That was… unexpected. But then again, it was always the quiet ones that surprised you, after all.

“Be more gentle with him, Garrus.” Shepard chided and reached with her other hand to massage the Turian’s broad shoulder. “Like you’re with me.”

Jack really wanted to slap her forehead now, but she knew that the sound would give her away.

“I am not fragile, Siha.” Thane murmured between sighs when she removed her fingers from his mouth.

“And neither am I.” she calmly informed him. “But Garrus is strong, stronger than the both of us together.” She turned to Garrus again, the glowing red implants in her eyes flashing under a fringe of dark hair. “Be gentle with him.” She repeated more forcefully.”

The Turian nodded obediently and his thrusts slowed down but also became deeper, rocking the Drell’s entire body. Shepard leaned and captured his mouth in a slow, messy kiss as her fingers played with the scales on his chest, then slid to Garrus’ body to caress whatever flesh she found uncovered by the hard carapace. The Turian growled low in his throat as she touched him and leaned towards her, hips not seizing their rocking, to lick at her exposed throat.

“I love the way you taste.” He whispered, the tone of his flanging voice sending heat down Jack’s already tightening centre.

Shepard smiled into the kiss and turned to lick the Turian’s mandible. His entire body shuddered and his mandibles twitched under her wet tongue.

“Get him down on the floor.” Shepard ordered quietly and pulled away, watching as Garrus effortlessly lifted Thane off the wall and they both slid down to the ground, Thane arranged on all fours, the Turian kneeling behind him, his claws clutching at his narrow hips. His organ, longer if perhaps not as thick as a human’s, slid between Krios’ iridescent cheeks and once again breached his body and Jack watched them shudder.

Biting her lip, she tried to stay as still as possible, knowing that to try and relieve her own arousal now was to probably court disaster. They hadn’t noticed her by now, but surely they would if they heard rustling of clothes. And that would be just bad.

Shepard reached for her own uniform, tugging it free of his body and dropping it behind her, then sat on the bunched clothes so that her naked ass didn’t touch the cold metal floor of the Engine Room.

She sidled forward until she was within Thane’s reach and the Drell’s elegant hands immediately went to her hips, tugging her closer, his mouth latching onto her exposed center. Shepard cursed in a way that made even Jack’s ears burn, then grabbed his head and pressed his mouth even closer. Garrus smirked and his hips snapped forward again, setting the previous rough, fast rhythm Shepard had advised against.

It seemed that she didn’t mind this time because their Commander was just too busy rocking into Krios’ talented mouth as well and they were fucking him roughly from both sides, something he appeared to enjoy immensely, considering the way he writhed and arched between them, the sound of his moaning muffled by Shepard’s body. Her hands, graceful and long-fingered caressed his broad back, tracing the spot his jacked left uncovered over and over and Jack watched him press closer against her hand. Shepard’s red eyes locked with Garrus’ blue ones and the scars on her face appeared to darken along with the flush that blossomed across her cheeks as she reached and grabbed the Turian’s hand from Thane’s hips and pressed it around their lover.

The Turian got the hint immediately and wrapped his fingers around the Drell’s straining arousal, rubbing it in time with both their thrusts.

There was no more talking afterwards, just the wet, slick sound of flesh slapping against flesh, needy moans and hissing and the Turian’s animalistic growls of pleasure. Shepard was first to reach her peak, arching into Thane’s agile tongue, her hand pressing his face so harshly against her that breathing must’ve been downright impossible, but that was perhaps why he shuddered and came as well, his body spasming and milking the Turian’s own orgasm out of him.

They fell in a sweaty, satisfied pile on the floor afterwards, Krios between the two of them, all of them petting each other with abandon as their pleasure slowly ebbed away.

Jack was flushed, aroused and panting and her knees barely held her as she clutched at the wall with a white-knuckled hand.

“Jack?” Thane suddenly called.

OH, SHIT.

Well, she wasn’t about to let them know just how flustered she was.

“Yes, Krios?” she responded, proud by how steady her voice was.

“Tali’s datapad is in Grunt’s room down the hall.” Garrus said, voice a little breathless.

“Thank you.” She said.

“You’re welcome.” Shepard said.