#marlowe shepard x zaeed massani

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Kinktober 2024: Lingerie

Day 2 of Kinktober. Featuring Marlowe Shepard x Zaeed Massani! Not too many warnings for this one.

Content Warning: the unmitigated sass from both of them, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, clothes on (does lingerie even count? Well, it stays on) Length: 2.8k

This was stupid, utterly stupid.  Marlowe was convinced she was a complete moron for being so weak.  She set the bag down on her desk in the ship and turned towards her reports, pushing that stupid damn purchase to the furthest reaches of her mind.  She had other shit to worry about and refused to even look at the blasted bag anymore, but didn’t have the heart to throw it out.  She picked up the data pad and strolled over to the couch underneath the empty fish tank.  The tank that would remain forever empty because she would not have the death of fish on her conscience along with everything else in the fucking galaxy.  Except, she bit her lip and went into the bathroom after grabbing the bag.  She pulled on the purchase and called herself a fool one hundred times over as she went back to the couch after she finished dressing.  She had no one to show the damn lacy shit to, except herself.  Though, Marlowe had to admit her ass looked good with that deep blue lace hugging the curves.  She could see her nipples through the sheer fabric and they had pebbled in the cool air of the bathroom.  The straps were barely held on by tiny bows and she felt ridiculous looking at herself in it.  She shook her head and pulled her hoodie on over the lingerie set.  She’d take it off when she went to bed that night.

“Shepard, Zaeed wishes to speak with you.” Marlowe looked up at EDI’s voice and set the data pad to the side.

“Go ahead and let him come in.”  EDI confirmed and the door slid open with a quiet hiss.  Marlowe looked over at him and ignored the thrum of warmth low in her belly.  She didn’t need to be thinking about sex in the middle of a war for the galaxy.  Not that her pussy listened to her anyway.

“Zaeed, what can I do for you?” She offered him the glass next to her that she’d filled with a shot of rum.  The bottle had been smuggled out of the bar before Miranda or any of the others noticed.  His fingers brushed hers as he accepted the glass and Shepard fought to suppress the shudder going down her spine.  He sat next to her, spreading out and letting his knee brush hers.  Marlowe cursed how sensitive she was as she felt the heat pooling between her legs.  She darted a quick glance over at him and bit the inside of her cheek as the sweats he wore did nothing to hide his dick.  I need to get laid, fucking hell.

“Wanted to thank you for how you handled the refinery mission.  I know I bitched at you.” Marlowe’s lips twitched in amusement at the annoyance in his voice.

“How badly did those words hurt you just now?” She leaned forward with her elbow on her knees as she grinned at him.  Her braid slipped over her shoulder as she turned her face towards him.

“Like swallowing fucking glass.”  Marlowe laughed at his honest answer and she leaned back as she wound down.

“At least you’re honest.  For as long as you’ve known me Massani, which granted isn’t long, did you really expect me to just leave those poor people to die?”  She turned her body to face him, tucking her legs under her on the couch.

“I expected a Spectre to do what needed doing,” he snapped which earned a scoff from her.

“I may have been given the rank of Spectre, but I am human.  First and foremost.  I can’t just let innocents suffer, not when I have the ability to help them,” she explained as he simply glared at her.  “In the end, we got your revenge on the Blue Suns.  Isn’t that all that matters?”  She met his glare with a steady gaze that had seen too much shit.  He stood up and threw his hands in the air.

“Thought you were tougher than that Shepard.”  Marlowe’s lips parted in surprise before she scrambled up.  She slid around him and glared at him with her arms crossed under her breasts.

“You think showing kindness makes me weak?” Marlowe hissed at him.  She would let a lot of insults slide but this was one she never would.  Showing kindness wasn’t weak.  Not when cruelty was easier.

“You aren’t focused on the mission.  You sure you want to go after these Collector bastards?” Zaeed asked as he poked her collarbone with his finger.  Marlowe’s jaw dropped and snapped shut before she pushed him.

“You don’t question me like that Massani,” she said her voice dripping with ice.  “If I was so focused on going after the Collectors, then I wouldn’t have made that little pitstop for you.”  She glared as he recovered and got in her personal space.  Marlowe didn’t back down; in fact she tilted her chin as if daring him to try something.

“You don’t want to get into a pissing contest with me Shepard.” Zaeed’s voice held a note of something that sent a heated throb between her legs.  Marlowe already knew she was in deep but no way was she backing down now.

“You don’t scare me Massani,” she hissed back and stood her ground.  Her body ached in need for him, she felt her nipples pebbling beneath the hoodie.  Marlowe was thankful Zaeed couldn’t see her reaction to him, she’d probably throw herself out the airlock.

“Oh but I should.”  Marlowe opened her mouth to retort when he pushed her and she stumbled back.  Her back hit the wall and his body slammed against hers, pinning her in place.  “What are you going to do now Shepard?”  His lips were next to her ear and she couldn’t suppress the shudder this time.  Marlowe cursed her body when she felt his go rigid.

“Was that what I think it was Shepard?”  He turned and spoke directly into her ear.  That god damn voice of his.  Fuck.  Marlowe bit her cheek to keep from moaning out loud, but the tremble that went through her.  She couldn’t suppress that.  “Oh it was.”

“Piss off Massani,” she hissed as she pushed against his chest.  Zaeed smirked and grabbed her hands in his, pulling them above her head and pinning them against the wall.  She glared at him as she struggled to get free, but it was next to impossible.  She froze when she felt his hand at her waist, his thumb skimming her hips over the fabric of her jogging pants.

“What’s that Shepard?  Fuck me?  Is that what you want?” Marlowe sent him a withering glare that melted into a soft moan as his hand slid from her waist to between her legs.  “Oh?  What’s this?”  She clenched her jaw to keep from arching against his hand.

“You’re soaking sweetheart.”  Marlowe couldn’t stop her body from reacting to his words and he merely smirked at her as he felt her body melting at his touch.  “Just be honest with yourself Shepard.”  Marlowe pressed her lips together and glared at him.  “Playing stubborn hmm?”

Marlowe’s head hit the wall when his palm ground against her clit.  She hissed out a breath as her back bowed from the sparks of pleasure bursting along her body.  Her voice bounced off the walls when he leaned in and bit down on her neck.  She whimpered when he sucked hard at the skin, leaning back to admire the mark he left.

“Ass.” The breathy whisper only had him grinning at her and she answered with narrowed eyes.  Zaeed merely leaned back as he slid his hand up, bringing her hoodie with him.  Marlowe remembered what she was wearing beneath it and began to squirm in earnest.

“What’s gotten into you now Shepard?” Zaeed asked before he whipped the hoodie off her head, releasing her hands to do it.  Marlowe closed her eyes and turned her head as she braced for the inevitable laughter.  She knew shit like that never looked good on her.  She had a soldier’s body, not a soft pliable one.  Not one meant to wear what she’d bought.  Silence was her only answer and she peeked at him, but he wasn’t looking at her face.  Her heart hammered in her chest and she shifted to try and shield her body.

“Go ahead and laugh now Massani.  Come on.”  She crossed one of her arms over her stomach, trying to hide the scars from her resurrection as best as she could.  The silence was stifling and she almost wished he’d go ahead and leave or get it over with.  Marlowe knew she had no appealing body, which had been made clear enough for her over the years.

She almost jumped when his hands brushed over her waist, pulling her arm away gently.  Marlowe dared look at him and her body throbbed at the heat she saw there in his eyes.  The hunger there sparked an answering want in her own body.  Marlowe sucked in a breath when the backs of his fingers dragged across her lace covered nipple, with his lips curling up in a smirk when it pebbled beneath his touch.  His hand spread over her breast, cupping the weight in his hand.  Her head fell back against the wall when his fingers tightened on her warm skin.

“Laugh?  You expected me to laugh at you?” Zaeed whispered as he leaned in to speak in her ear.  Marlowe bit her bottom lip but his other hand reached up tugging it free with his thumb.  He stroked her bottom lip in an infinitely gentle touch.  She gave in and succumbed to the urge.  Her lips closed over his thumb, sucking and groaning around it.  “You’re playing with fire here Shepard.”

His voice was hoarse like he was trying to hold back.  She reached between them and cupped his dick through his pants.  Her fingers wrapped around the solid length of him, earning a short hiss from his lips before he pulled his hands away from her.  Marlowe thought she’d gone too far before he grabbed her arm and tugged.  She tripped and gasped when he practically tossed her on her bed.  “Take off those pants.”  Marlowe froze and looked up at him in surprise.  “Don’t make me repeat myself Shepard.”

Her hands tugged until the sweats pooled on the floor by the bed.  Nerves forced themselves into her mind and she squirmed as she shifted to try and cover as much as she could.  The blue lace really didn’t leave much to the imagination.  A soft protest left her as his hands grasped her knees and spread her legs for him to kneel between.  Her hand pushed against his stomach and she looked up at him in a dazed shock.  He was hard.  He was hard.

“Were you wearing this on the mission today?” Marlowe shook her head.  She couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact he was hard for her.  He ran his hands along her thighs pausing only when he got to that dripping center of hers.  “Thank fuck.  If you had, I would lose my head thinking you were wearing it on the next one.”

“It’s.  It’s not practical,” she stammered as he leaned over her, letting his dick graze against her aching pussy.  Her sinful moan echoed off the walls of her small room.  He tensed over her and Marlowe yelped when he pushed her back against the bed.

“O’course it’s not bloody practical.  This shit is designed to drive men crazy.”  His thumb slid under one of the straps and tugged, making her breast bounce to his amusement.  She glared at him.  “Who were you wearing it for?”  His lips grazed over her shoulder before resting against her collarbone.

“No one.  I just bought it,” Marlowe said gasping when his lips sealed over one hardened nipple.  Her hands reached for his hair, her fingers tangling in the strands.  “I bought it on a whim.”

He lifted his mouth, leaving her nipple aching for more and the lace damp from his tongue.  “Good.  Don’t wear this for anyone but me.”  Marlowe wanted to retort but his hand stole her thoughts as he teased her clit.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” Marlowe asked on a gasp as stars exploded behind her eyelids.  Her fingers drifted down to his shoulders letting her nails dig into the hard muscle there.  She felt his groan against the inside of her thigh as he ran his lips along the sensitive skin.  “Fuck.”

“Planning on it sweetheart,” he murmured against her thigh as she glared at him.  She clapped a hand over her lips when his lips brushed against her clit through the dark blue lace.  She jumped when his fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand away and pinning it against the mattress.  His teeth left a mark against the inside of her thigh before he glared at her.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth.  Let me hear you.”  A heated wave of pleasure rolled through her at his words and she swallowed nervously.  She nodded and he turned back to her quivering pussy.  “Good.  Now let me hear you Shepard.”  He wrapped his arms around her legs, throwing them over his shoulders.  He hooked his thumb into the damp fabric and pulled until she was exposed to him.  He smirked before his lips sealed over her clit.

Marlowe’s back bowed at the burst of heat between her legs.  She cried out as Zaeed sucked hard around her clit.  The heat consumed all her thoughts and her lips parted on a wanton moan when he slid two fingers inside of her.  The edge was so damn close it was almost embarrassing.  Marlowe moaned his name and she felt the shudder going through him.  The pleasure coiled tight between her legs and just as it was going to burst he pulled away.  She groaned and tried pulling him back down, but he would not move.  She whined at him when he kissed along the insides of her thighs before skipping over that dripping, aching part of her.  He didn’t go back to her clit until she begged.  With a cry from her lips, he dove back in like a man starved.  She felt that tension building again and reached for it.  Marlowe cursed him and his lineage when he did it the second time.

“Much as I’d love to taste you as you come apart on my tongue Shepard.  I want to see you on my cock more.”  Marlowe shuddered at his words when he reached between them and freed his cock from his pants.  Marlowe rolled her hips when the head of his cock slapped against her clit.  He braced himself on his forearms as he eased his dick inside of her.  She tightened her hold on him at the burning stretch, but the heat threatened to consume her mind.

“Fuck.” Zaeed groaned as he rested his forehead on the mattress next to her after pushing all the way in her warm body.  Marlowe wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to move.  “You keep doing that and I won’t last long Shepard.”  Marlowe reached up and tugged him down.  She felt him stiffen when her lips covered his.  One of his hands dove into her hair as he parted her lips with his tongue.  She groaned as his hips snapped against hers in a frantic pace, chasing that orgasm for both of them.  Marlowe’s head fell back at the pleasure pulsing low and fast between her legs with each thrust from him.  The hand in her hair brought her back up and his lips covered hers in another feverish kiss.  Marlowe swore she could drown in him. 

He swallowed the moans as she trembled under him with the force of her orgasm.  Her body clenched hard around his cock and he was lost.  Marlowe’s legs tightened around his waist as he helped ease her through the orgasm.  He waited until her body went limp beneath him before rolling to the side.

Marlowe struggled to catch her breath from the intensity of that orgasm.  It had never been that way for her before.  She looked over as he looked at something on the nightstand.  She knew this was the part when they went their separate ways.  He’d go back to his room and she’d have to find a way to function on the battlefield without remembering how his hands felt on her body or how drugging his kisses were.  She turned over on the bed, she didn’t have the guts to watch him leave.  It would hurt just a little too much.  To her shock, he turned back to face her.  Marlowe let out a soft gasp when he wrapped his body around hers, with one arm pulling her tight against his chest.

“You staying the night then?” Marlowe asked.

“Only if you want me to.”  Marlowe swallowed and looked down at his arm slung around her waist.

“I do.”

“Then I’m yours Marlowe.”

[seigephoenix]

Looks like fun. I'd love to try it. Ships in the tags for Destiny, Mass Effect, and Dragon Age

soulmate au prompts.

send a number for a starter / drabble based off a specific soulmate au!  most are taken from this list.  feel free to add more if you want!  (can also be adapted to fit poly ships!)

the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate.

the one where you have your soulmate’s name written on your body.

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks on your bodies.

the one where you and your soulmate have matching marks and the marks glow when you’re near your soulmate.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing.

the one where you and your soulmate share an emotional link.

the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body.

the one where your soulmate’s last words to you are written on your body.

the one where you have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate.

the one where soulmates share extreme physical sensation — if one gets hurt, the other gets hurt, and etc.

the one where soulmates can heal each other’s injuries.

the one where only your soulmate can kill you.

the one where color appears on your body wherever your soulmate first touches you.

the one where every lie your soulmate tells you appears on your skin.

the one where anything written on your skin appears on your soulmate’s skin as well.

the one where your soulmate’s name is on one wrist and your enemy’s name is on the other and you have no clue which is which.

the one where whenever you get a song stuck in your head, it’s because your soulmate is singing it.

the one where soulmates are reincarnated and keep finding each other throughout their different lives.

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you hear them say your name.

the one where you can talk to your soulmate in dreams.

the one where it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate.

the one where once you meet your soulmate, it’s physically uncomfortable to be apart from them for too long.

the one where you have a compass on your body that leads you to your soulmate.

the one where you have the date you’ll meet your soulmate on your wrist.

the one where you have the date your soulmate will die on your wrist.

the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself.

the one where some people can see the red string of fate and follow it to their soulmates.

the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die.

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Kinktober 2024: Spanking

Not your typical spanking prompt. I did enjoy writing it. Marlowe is just too sassy. A blend of Paragon and Renegade.

Ship: Marlowe Shepard x Zaeed Massani Content Warning: p in v sex, sassy, bratty, slight blasphemy for any practicing Christians reading, against the wall, spanking Length: 2.5k

Marlowe sat with her legs crossed under her on the couch in her cabin, digging through some more purchases she’d gotten at the Citadel.  She’d never had much impulse control when it came to shopping, mostly due to not having access to shops.  On ships she mostly had to deal with the quartermaster and they rarely sold anything besides the basics.  Marlowe held up the silky nightgown in front of her.  She’d tried to get comfortable wearing them, ever since that night Zaeed had visited her.  He hadn’t paid her another visit, not that she was bitter or anything about that, but she had felt good wearing the lingerie after that.  Marlowe expanded her collection a bit and only wore it when they were not out on a mission.  Though…  She did remember him saying something about losing his mind if she ever wore them on a mission.

On Omega

“We’re shooting around the slums again?  Why’re we after the batarians this time?” Zaeed asked as he and Miranda accompanied Marlowe to the mission.  Miranda blew out an aggravated breath.

“There are concerns the batarians or vorcha are tampering with the air quality.  Aria suggested we investigate it,” she reminded Zaeed as they moved through the cramped corridors.  They’d come across the plant and took out the batarians but not without Marlowe getting shot.  This one got through her shields but she didn’t let Miranda or Zaeed get too close to see how bad it was.  They had to keep moving forward.  Marlowe tripped and stumbled as they pushed through the last wave of batarians.

“Shepard!” Miranda yelled.  “Cover me Massani!”  She whirled and slid behind Marlowe’s cover as she ran a hand over her to see where the damage was.  “Shepard…”  Her fingers came away wet with blood.

“Sorry, I did hit it with some medigel but I guess it reopened.”  Marlowe clenched her jaw against the sharp throb of pain.  “I’ll get Chakwas to look at it when we get back to the ship.  We have to get through this,” Marlowe said and Miranda sighed.  Marlowe hissed and cursed when the other woman slapped medigel over the wound.

“You deserved that one.  Don’t ruin all that hard work just yet Shepard.”  Miranda dashed back towards another barricade and helped Zaeed return fire.  Marlowe tossed out her little turret and that took care of the last stragglers choking up the air filtration plant.  Marlowe leaned back against the barricade with a weary sigh as Miranda finished the clean up.  She closed her eyes and grunted when she felt a boot nudge her.

“I’m not dead, yet.”  She opened one eye and saw Zaeed standing there looking pissed off.  “What did I do now?  I know why Miranda’s pissed at me.”  Marlowe grumbled as she braced her arm on the barricade and shoved to her feet.  She wouldn’t dare show any weakness and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from wobbling.  “Let’s get back to the Normandy,” she said as she brushed past Zaeed without looking at him.

Normandy

Marlowe tossed her helmet into her locker by the airlock before peeling off the rest of her armor.  Miranda pointed towards the elevator and Marlowe held up her hands as she agreed to see the doctor.  Zaeed was watching the interaction carefully with his own helmet held in his hands.  He headed in the direction of Shepard’s quarters.

Twenty minutes later, Marlowe walked into her cabin still rubbing her ear.  Chakwas had chewed her left and right for the reckless injury.  Marlowe had changed into her casual clothes after that under armor suit had been declared unfit and tossed into the incinerator.  Marlowe huffed at the memory and looked over as she spotted movement by her couch.

“Massani.”

“Shepard.”

Marlowe let out a sigh as she walked towards her desk, just because she’d been shot didn’t mean the reports could be put off.  “What are you doing in my cabin?  Do you have something else you need?” Marlowe asked without looking up from the data pad.  She was sore, tired, and wanted to get into her bed and sleep into the next century.  She looked up when he didn’t answer, she’d expected a lecture or something.  “Zaeed?”

“Come here Shepard.”  Marlowe gave him a sideways glare for his tone but set the data pad down and ambled over to him.  She crossed her arms, drawing his attention to the stark white bandage covering her shoulder.  He reached out and grasped her wrist.

“Hey!” Marlowe barely had time to protest before he tugged and she wound up sprawled across his lap.  She placed one hand on the floor to give herself some leverage before she pushed up, but he pushed down on her lower back.  “What the hell is wrong with you Massani!?  You’d better let me up!” Marlowe snarled as she braced her feet.  She yelped when he kicked her feet out from under her and she landed hard across his thighs.  “If you reopen this wound, I’m pointing Chakwas and Lawson your way.” Marlowe glared at him from where she was.

“Seems like you’re not in a position to really do anything are you Shepard?” Zaeed asked.  He splayed his fingers out over her lower back, keeping her in place.  She clenched her jaw but he wasn’t budging.  All that N7 training and Spectre training…  Ugh!  Marlowe’s eyes darted up to him.  “If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man, but you’re not going anywhere Shepard.  Not yet anyway.”

“What the hell is your problem Massani?  What?  Gonna spank me like a kid?  Fuck off,” Marlowe snapped before yelping when his hand cracked against her ass through the cargo pants.  Silence stretched between them and Zaeed questioned if he’d gone too far, he’d only wanted to teach her a lesson.  “Smack me like that one more time, and I’ll bench you the rest of this mission.”  Marlowe promised him as she looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time Shepard,” Zaeed retorted bringing his hand down for another slap over her pants.  She began to struggle in earnest but he kept his hand right against her lower back.

“If you don’t let me up right now Massani, you’d better not ever let me up.”  The sinister tone had his cock reacting.  She looked over at his lap before back up at his face with shock replacing her anger.  “Really!?” Marlowe shouted as she felt him straining against her side.  “Getting off on me threatening you?”

“No.”  She hissed when a third slap stung her ass cheeks.  She could ignore bullet wounds, she’d handled insults being thrown right at her face, but what she could not handle was being treated like a child.

“Massani…  One last chance.  Let me go and I’ll still play.”  Marlowe was cut off from her sentence when he simply yanked her pants down.  “You asshole!”

“Fucking hell Shepard, were you wearing these on the mission today?” Zaeed demanded as the black silk was revealed.  She was wearing the skimpiest pair of black silk panties, with the silk barely clinging to the dusky pink globes of her ass.  She flipped him off from her position and his eyes narrowed.

“Had the matching bra too, but that got shot to hell by the batarians,” Marlowe snapped as she struggled once again to get free.  This time his hand slapped bare skin and she flinched at the pain.  “Massani.”  Marlowe glared over her shoulder at him as her hair had come out of its serviceable bun.  The length draped over her shoulder with the ends brushing the floor.

“How long is your hair Shepard?” He reached for it letting the dark purple strands flow over his fingers.  Marlowe’s lip curled back in aggravation when he hooked one finger underneath the silk and tugged.  She slapped a hand over her mouth at the moan that wanted to escape.  The silk rubbed against her clit just right and her thighs squeezed together.  “I heard that.”

“You didn’t hear shit, old man.” Marlowe snapped and tried to gain her footing again, only for him to knock them out from under her again.  “You are getting on my nerves.”

“Good.”  She yelped when his hand cracked across her already stinging ass cheeks once again.  Except this time he slid his hand between her legs and massaged her clit through the black silk.  Marlowe moaned at the burst of pleasure low in her belly.  She clenched her jaw against the feeling and glared at Zaeed through the curtain of hair in her face.  The stinging only heightened that pleasure, brought it to a razor sharp edge inside her.  She groaned as the throbbing there matched the throbbing in her clit.  “You were reckless today.”  Marlowe hissed when his hand came down again.

“I’m always reckless in case that missed your brilliant observation skills there Massani.”  She huffed and tried to shift again, but his hand didn’t budge.  “Can’t get to N7 or Spectre by playing safe and nice.”

“There’s assessing risks and then the shit you pulled today.”  Marlowe opened her mouth to retort when his fingers slipped past the silk to find her wet and aching for him.  “What’s this?  As much as you mouth off, you’re getting off to this.”

“Fuck off Massani if you think I’m getting off to you spanking me like a little kid,” she snarled but he merely found her clit and pinched.  Her fingers curled against the floor at the sharp heat spearing through her.

“Hmm.  You sure about that Shepard?” Zaeed leaned over her back while his fingers teased her clit until the heat threatened to consume her mind.  Right as her body was poised to fall over the edge his hand pulled away and slapped hard against her ass.

“That is it.” Marlowe clenched her jaw.  She hated to do it, but she was through being toyed with.  She put her other hand on the ground, wincing at the flash of pain from her wound, and then pushed.  She knew she’d reopened her bullet wound but she was also free from Zaeed’s hold.  She kicked away her pants and glared down at him as the crimson slowly seeped into the bandage on her shoulder.  His eyes zeroed in on it and she saw the concern there.  Too bad he should have thought about that before he tortured her.

Before he could react, she straddled his waist and sat down right on his bulging cock.  She knocked his hands away from her waist and met his sneer with one of her own.  She wouldn’t let him call the shots anymore.  Her fingers slid between them and pulled down his pants until his cock was freed.  Zaeed realized what she was doing and grabbed her wrist to stop her.  She merely lifted herself and sat down on his cock before he could even utter a protest.

“Fucking hell.” Zaeed hissed when he was buried deep inside her body.  Her hips rocked against his in a slow, torturous rhythm.  His head fell back against the couch when she angled her hips so his cock went deep.  “You’re not doing yourself any favors with this either Shepard.”

“No, I’m not.  But this is going to drive you crazy too Massani,” Marlowe explained and grinned when he cursed her under his breath.  “I’m already fucking you.”  He reached around and pinched her ass.

“Brat.”  Marlowe chuckled and agreed she was a brat.  Marlowe smirked when he glared at her for how slow she moved.  She sensed the growing frustration in him but she savored it.  She was done playing with him though, and just wanted to come.

Zaeed hissed and grabbed her hips when she began to move faster.  “Jesus.”  Marlowe grinned as she looped her arms around his neck.

“Jesus isn’t fucking your cock right now Zaeed.”  Her teeth nipped at his chin as her body squeezed his cock.  Marlowe chuckled as she heard him mutter something about her smart mouth being put to use.  She reached up and grasped the front of his throat, tilting his chin until he was looking at her.  “You’d love if I sucked your cock, but right now I’m going to fuck you until all you know is my name.”

“You’re a bitch.”  Marlowe leaned in and brushed her lips across his in a whisper soft caress.

“Sweet talker.”  She laughed when his hands grabbed her ass and he stood up.  She hooked her ankles behind his back and grunted when her back hit the wall beside her tiny office space.

“Now who’s in charge?” Zaeed whispered in her ear but she merely gave him an indulgent smile that pissed him off.  “You’re so smug.”

“Well deserved actually.”  Marlowe grinned as his hips snapped up against hers in a brutal pace.  She groaned his name when his body dragged against her clit with each thrust.  It wasn’t enough for her and she eased one hand between them to tease her own clit.

“Fucking hell that’s hot Shepard,” he hissed when her body tightened around him.  Marlowe’s head fell back against the wall at the heat building layer by layer between her legs.  She grunted when his teeth bit down on her shoulder and he sucked hard.  She lifted her head to curse at him.

“Don’t you dare leave a mark,” Marlowe hissed but he lifted his mouth and the bruise was there standing out.  He gave her a smug grin.  Marlowe wanted to retort but the orgasm caught her off guard and her head fell against the wall with a loud thud and a moan spilled from her lips instead of the curse.  His forehead dropped to her shoulder as her body milked his cock and he fell off the edge soon after with her.

Marlowe’s hand fumbled with the button next to them, but the bathroom door slid open with a soft hiss.  Zaeed merely looked at her and Marlowe grinned at him.  “I’m going to shower and then I’m going to bed.”

“Kicking me out again Shepard?” Marlowe snorted as he gently set her down, grimacing when he slid out of her welcoming body.

“You’re welcome to join me.  But I am going to tell Chakwas it was your fault my wound reopened.”  Marlowe informed him as he followed her inside.

“Oh that’ll go over great with the doctor.  Sorry doc, my wound reopened because I was being a brat.”  Zaeed grabbed her chin and turned her face up towards his.

“I bet you one hundred credits that she’ll lecture you.  If you think something like this would scandalize Chakwas then you’re off your gourd.”  Zaeed smirked and agreed to the bet.  “Now, let me get clean before I head down there to get this bandaged again.”  She turned towards the shower and Zaeed stepped in behind her.

Marlowe happily accepted her credits later that night after Chakwas read him the riot act for being so reckless.  She grinned as he settled in behind her on the bed and he huffed in annoyance at how smug she was being.

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Aftermath

Despite the title, this has some fluff content.  FShep x Zaeed.  Non-canon backstory Shep.

Marlowe clenched her jaw stubbornly as she felt the pain shooting through her body.  It was six months after the end of the Reaper War, and the galaxy was putting itself back together.  Marlowe Shepard was spending the time trying to get herself back together.  She knew things would be hard, but she had the idle thought that Hell Week was a cakewalk compared to this.  She remembered the sense of completion after shooting the panel and giving the Star Brat the figurative finger.  It had been an exhilaration to see the fury on the AI’s holographic face as she was knocked back by the explosions.  Her last thoughts were her own, the constant buzzing of whispers had been gone.  She’d had a sneaky suspicion that the Reapers had been slowly trying to indoctrinate her.  The nightmares, the voices that whisper to her, had become clear in the moments when The Illusive Man had taken control over her body.  The Reapers had put their hopes into her as well, ever since that first lone fight against Saren. No, since she’d spoken to them on Virmire.

Sweat beaded on her skin as she gripped the rails beside her in a death grip.  The voices weren’t of her friends and loved ones, they were the Reapers.  The Reapers whispering her worst doubts and fears to her, every decision she ever made had been thrown in her face.  When that became clear as The Illusive Man used the Reapers to take control of her implants, her stubborn side came out in full rage.  She turned on him through sheer will and shot him dead.  There could have been a chance to redeem him, but then she remembered the files on Akuze.  The faces of her lost teammates, the ones eaten by the maws, flashed through her mind.  It had been relatively easy to pull the trigger, looking back.  For her team that had been killed due to his organization’s experiments, it seemed fitting she was the one that had taken the shot.

Marlowe willed herself to take that first step.  That first step seemed so huge and daunting.  Her left leg had been lost in the damage from her fall in the Crucible.  Her left arm below the elbow as well, but the prosthetic for that was adapting better than her leg.  It reacted to her nerves much easier than her leg and Marlowe was getting much better at using it.  She still got the pain that she was told was normal.  Normal her ass, it still hurt like a bitch.  She’d take that pain and make it hers, it reminded her the Reapers had not won.  They, humanity and all the other races that banded together, had won.  The galaxy no longer had a looming death clock anymore.

“Damn it Shepard.  You were supposed to wait for a nurse to get back.”  Marlowe laughed as she heard the petulant tone in his voice.  Hearing a friendly voice lifted her spirits, especially since he’d been a constant pain in her ass.

“Still playing my nursemaid Vega?”  She leaned against the railing, propping her chin on her hand as she watched the big Marine enter the room.  The first steps being forgotten temporarily as Vega shuffled around with coffee and breakfast.  Her stomach growled as the tantalizing smells reached her.  He snorted.

“Hardly but I don’t want to get my ass kicked by your merc boyfriend because you got hurt on my watch.”  At the mention of Zaeed, Marlowe felt her heart flutter.  He’d been there when she woke up.  You can’t be the one girlfriend to break the streak of trying to kill me.  Wake up damn it!  Marlowe told him to quit yelling or she really would try to kill him.  She remembered his next words with clarity, it still sent a trill of heat through her.  That’s my sweetheart.  Now let’s get you up.  She’d been making progress every day for the past six months to get to where she was.  Her spine had been fractured and had to heal before she could try putting weight on it.  One doctor had informed her she would never walk again, he’d been thrown out of her room by everyone in it.  Every single crew member and friend she had made all told that doctor where to shove his opinion.  Marlowe herself threatened to kick his ass if he didn’t get out of her room.

Miranda had informed her that she had redone her implants but without any Cerberus tech this time.  Miranda privately whispered that Zaeed had been particularly adamant that she not use Cerberus tech.  Vega was her physical therapy buddy since he had the uncanny ability to tap into that stubborn streak she had.  Zaeed stayed with her when he wasn’t needed for reconstruction.  Marlowe focused her eyes on Vega and they narrowed at the nervous shifting of his eyes.  “What are you up to James Vega?”  He pointed at himself in a Who me?  Marlowe glared at him and arched one eyebrow.

“Spill it Vega.  Or I’ll tell that pretty nurse that you flex in front of the mirror when you think no one is looking.”  He grumbled and shifted his weight around.  It looked as if he was weighing the options and consequences in his head.  His arms crossed as he shook his head.  

“No can do Lola.  Sworn to secrecy.”

“So it is something.”  Marlowe tapped her finger against her lips as her mind whirled with possibilities.  “Tell me Vega.”  She demanded as her body straightened and wobbled a bit as her body tried to regain its balance.

“If you can make it over to me on your own maybe I will.”  Vega teased and Marlowe sucked in a breath to steel herself against the excruciating effort.  She moved slowly and could feel Vega’s eyes on her.  Her eyes stayed on her legs, making sure to put one in front of the other.  Her foot moved and then she concentrated on the prosthetic.  The synthetic foot twitched and finally moved a step.  Her eyes shot up to Vega and he looked amazed.

“Hold up on that just yet Lola.  The nurse is on her way.  Please?”  There was a note in his voice that had her freeze.  She nodded and leaned against the railing.  It had been about a week since Zaeed had been there, and she missed him.  Missed hearing him tell the nurses that if they wanted him out of her hospital bed, they’d have to drag him out.  Missed hearing the stories he told her that lulled her to sleep.  She especially missed him being there when the nightmares struck in the night, his comforting arms sliding around her warm and comforting.  

“Come on Vega.  You know I hate surprises.”  Shepard whined as Vega shook his head.  The door opened and she turned with an exasperated huff.  “About time.”  She froze as she recognized the man standing in the doorway.  Tall, always so tall, broad shouldered, and the salt and pepper hair.  It had once been as deep red as her own.  His eyes that she remembered shining with mischief as he and she got up to shenanigans when she was a child had more lines around them.  “Dad?”  

“Marlowe.  You were supposed to wait for a nurse, but patience has never been your strongest trait.”  Her father, Admiral Kenneth Shepard, strode over to her as she straightened.  “Has it baby girl?”  Marlowe laughed at the nickname.  He had once told her she would be sixty and he’d still call her his baby girl.  

“How?  I thought you and Mom.”  Marlowe paused at the flash of pain in her dad’s face.  “Mom isn’t here is she?”  Her father shook his head and held out his arm for her.  Marlowe reached out and grabbed his forearm with her right hand.  “I’m glad you made it Dad.”  

“And I’m glad you did.  I heard about the disaster that the ground assault was.  We heard there were no survivors and then, then, we all heard your voice.  Hackett almost had a coronary when you asked what you needed to do.”  Vega watched as Marlowe took a step as her Dad spoke.  He kept his lips sealed as the two caught up.  “I almost had a coronary when your name came across the lines.  ‘Shepard!  We have Shepard!’  I can’t tell you how much that meant.”  Kenneth grinned as they made it to the end of the railing.  Marlowe jolted as the railing slipped from her fingers and she looked down to see they’d gone beyond it.

“What?”  Kenneth chuckled and she glanced up at her father.

“You always did overthink things dear girl.  Occupy your mind with something else and you’d manage to overcome anything.”  Vega burst out laughing and the elder Shepard looked at the Marine, who clapped a hand over his mouth.  “Now.  Let’s go.  There is someone else who wants to see you.”

Marlowe glanced out the door and saw Zaeed standing there.  Looking distinctly uncomfortable in his casual clothes.  Jeans and a dark shirt.  She let go of her father’s arm and walked over to him.  Worry flashed in his eyes as she stopped in front of him.  “So you found my Dad?”

“Vega opened his bloody mouth didn’t he?”

“I am being falsely accused!”  Came the reply from the therapy room.  Kenneth chuckled at the protest.

“You were gone a week.  I figured something was up,” Marlowe explained.  “Don’t blame Vega.  I even threatened him and he kept his mouth shut.”

“I figured he’d crumple.  Shocking,” Zaeed grumbled as Marlowe put her hand on his arm to keep her balance.  He instinctively covered her hand with his.  Marlowe grinned at him.

“You’re just a big softie.  Admit it.”  Marlowe laughed at the disgruntled expression on his face.  

Kenneth watched his daughter with the grizzled mercenary.  He wouldn’t have picked Zaeed Massani out for her, but he saw the light in her eyes.  Those eyes so much like her mother’s shined with the same emotion he would see in Hannah’s eyes.  His daughter lit up when that man came into the room.  If Zaeed made her happy, then he’d let her be.  All he wanted was for her to be happy.

“How would you feel if I told you that we got permission for you to leave?”

“Leave?  Leave the hospital?”  Zaeed nodded.  “When!?  I don’t care how you got the cage unlocked.”  Marlowe wrapped her arms around Zaeed, pressing her cheek against his chest.  

“Now.  I even got your apartment finished.”

“Wait.  That big one that Anderson left me?”  Zaeed nodded as she tilted her face up to him.  “How?  I didn’t think Zakera Ward was a priority?”

Vega laughed and spoke up from the doorway.  “It wasn’t.  Until your boyfriend rounded up the crew and between us we had more than enough leverage to get the complex fixed.”  Vega grinned as Zaeed shot him a glare over Marlowe’s head.

“And now he opens his bloody mouth.  Arsehole.”  Vega held up his hands at Zaeed’s grumbling insults.  Marlowe smiled and leaned back.

“Let’s go home.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”  Vega made a face and Kenneth coughed to cover up a laugh.  “You’re not invited.”  Zaeed pointedly told Vega.

“No problems here.”  Vega backed away and Kenneth told Marlowe he would visit the next day.  Zaeed looked down at Marlowe after the others left.

“Are you going to tell them?”  Marlowe’s eyes danced with mischief as he shook his head.  No one knew but Marlowe suspected they all had a feeling something was up.  The glint of silver on her dogtag chain drew his attention.  The simple band wasn’t anything fancy, she only wanted simple.  Fancy wasn’t their style.  “I suppose we should let Tali know it’s okay to tell since she was our witness and all.”  Marlowe tilted her face up and he leaned down to press his lips against hers.  She sighed and fisted her hands in his shirt as he lifted his head.  

“Then take me home.  So we can see if they fixed the hot tub?”  Her grin had him chuckling.  He didn’t want to spoil everything.  It had been a long six months, and he was sure she’d forgive him for what he had planned.  Hopefully.  It would take some persuading but he was good with his hands.