Polite Conversation

John bent his head down to her, breathing in her scent, a wonderful rich blend of sour honey that brought back vivid memories of the nights they'd shared, before and after Ilios. His tongue flicked out, teasing her folds, and Ash groaned deeply, pushing her hips up against his face. He slowly pushed her open, first with fingers, then with an eager tongue that pushed into her, his body pounding with her moan as it filled her, the taste coating his tongue and filling his mind with nothing but Ash, Ash, Ash. But Miranda was there too, her body warm beside him as she nuzzled her head in next to his, tongue sliding out of her mouth to lick at Ashley's bud- slightly tentative at first but then calm, unhurried, certain. John felt Ash's hand come down to his hair, tightening, pushing him forward as she began to shake, Miranda pressing in beside him until there was no doubt Ash had one hand on each of their heads, pushing in...and then she tensed, bucked, a rush that covered his tongue as he eagerly lapped it up, Miranda's tongue brushing his as they both cleaned Ash.



And then hands on his shoulders, pulling him up and throwing him on his back. Ashley's thighs came down around his hips, clamping down, as John raised his head and was treated to the sight of her straddling him, the feel of her slick cunt pressing up against his cock. He felt it catch in her folds, felt them open for him, and looked around almost frantically for Miranda. He found her kneeling on the floor next to the bed, face propped up on the edge of it, eyes wide and smiling, mouthing the words "Let it go".

And just as though signaled, in that moment Ashley's hips bore down, taking him in, pushing her body down until their hips joined and he was sheathed all the way inside of her. Her hands came down on his chest, bracing herself as she began to tense her thighs, pushing herself up on him and dropping back down in an achingly slow rhythm he had no way to control. It was exquisite, a glove of molten flesh that rippled around him, muscles toned to perfection by N7 training. Something else was different, too- Ash was moving with a confident sexiness that had been entirely absent before, and it showed in everything from the way she fucked him to the sultry little half-smile on her lips while she did it.



God, it felt good. So fucking good. Why did he get to feel so good? Why so good when-



Ashley slapped him across the face. "Hey! You were going away again. Don't think I can't see it." John raised a hand to his cheek and shook his head.



"I wasn't-" *Slap*



"Don't lie to me." Her voice was low now, feral, as she bent down over him, hips pumping hard enough to hurt a bit now. "Don't you dare lie to me, Skipper. And don't you dare go away on me."



John was so shell-shocked that he just nodded. "Allright."



"That's 'Yes, Ash'. If you're going to stay with me, I want to hear my name." John's eyebrows went up, but the first hint of her nails curling into his chest was enough to make him decide not to argue.



"Yes, Ash." Out of the corner of his eye he caught Miranda's smile, the subtle motion in her shoulder that told him she was fingering herself below the level of the bed.



"Good." And she was moving again, and it felt good. So fucking good. But it had been months since he'd been able to keep his thoughts entirely on the here-and-now, not since the war had ended. He tried, but the way the light caught her hair made him think of the spine on Tuchanka, and then-



*Smack* John shook his head, clearing the cobwebs just in time to see Ashley glaring down at him, hair somehow seeming to flare out like a Gorgon's as she thrust down on him.



"Come on, Skipper. Wake up! What's my name?"



"Ashley."



Smack.  "Can't hear you!"



"Ashley!"  This time it was a groan, and Ash's lips turned up in an unbearably sexy little smirk.  Her fingernails hooked into his chest, voice sinfully sweet as she whispered,



"Who's making you feel this way?"



"Ashley." And she smiled, pushed down on him, and he felt the hot tip of Miranda's tongue circling his balls, and that was all he could take. He came still chanting her name like a charm against the demons inside himself, filling her as she shuddered her way to another climax.



And later, with both of them curled around him, Miranda whispered,



"Who do you love?"



"Miranda." He nuzzled her hair, then turned to the other side. "And Ashley. Thank you."



"Mmmm." Miranda smiled, lazy and catlike, and leaned across him to give Ash a long kiss. "You're quite welcome. It was a horrible sacrifice, but I think I can probably force myself into another session. Say tomorrow, after you call the movers."



"Movers?" That was Ash. Well, at least he wasn't the only one confused.



"Yes Ma'am." Miranda was looking down at both of them. "Or did you think this would end? Either of you, after what just happened?"



"Suppose not." Ash laughed, but there was a grave undercurrent. "Was this in your plan then, Miri-slut?" Miranda purred at that, nuzzling in on his chest, kissing Ash lightly.



"No Ma'am. Very little of this was. But I've always been...adaptable."



"And flexible." That made both women laugh, and John found himself smiling as he drifted towards a comfortable doze.