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Dee woke up with the first light of Kadara’s morning, tangled in the rough sheets of an unfamiliar bed that smelled like Reyes Vidal, sweat beading on her golden skin. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, cursing to herself, aware that she sure looked like an idiot, naked in that stupid bed and unable to wipe that silly grin from her face as she felt his lips still warming hers.
Casual acquaintances, my ass.
After a moment to collect herself, she glanced out the window and spotted the sunrise over the former angaran settlement. Kadara indeed wasn’t the prettiest place in the Heleus Cluster, yet she had to admit that, ignoring Jaal’s opinion on the matter, the ever-busy port and its dreamlike atmosphere had an undeniable charm. The Badlands was another completely different story. If it weren’t because of her fondness for a certain smuggler, she would’ve already left the planet without even looking back. “Good morning, Ryder. I hope you enjoyed your date with Mr. Vidal.” SAM’s robotic voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Jo-der!” Every time she thought she was getting used to him, he always ended up somehow startling her. “Stop doing that, please.”“Apologies. I have a question regarding last night. I noticed that your body reacted to Mr. Vidal differently from your previous intercourses. With Liam and Peebee or even when you mastur—”“SAM!” Dee interrupted him, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Reyes and I—we had a great time together. That’s all. Also, good morning to you too.” Her legs ached when she got up from the bed, a pleasurable after-sex pain running throughout her body. “By the way, thanks for the privacy… would’ve been kinda creepy if you… well—” She cleared her throat. “Y’know.”“There is no need to thank me. It was Alec who programmed me to—”“WHOA! Alright, let’s talk about anything else.” She covered her face with her hands. Hearing her father’s name in the middle of a kind of sex-related conversation was something she would rather avoid, especially when her interlocutor was an AI inside of her head. “How are things over there? Everything okay?”“Affirmative. The crew is having breakfast and getting ready for the day shift. However, Cora demands your presence on board as soon as possible.” “What for?”“New clues about the Leusinia’s whereabouts.”Duty called.“Alright—noted. Thank you, SAM.” Dee sighed and went into the bathroom. It wasn’t the fanciest she’d ever seen, but enough to freshen up a bit before finding Reyes. After a quick look around, she opened the toilet cabinet above the sink and found a tube of toothpaste, among other toiletries. That would do the trick. She washed her face and teeth the best she could, then took a glance at herself in the mirror, ran her fingers through her tangled hair, and left the bathroom to find her lost clothes. A well-known blue t-shirt caught her attention when she was about to give up and leave the room naked as the day she was born. She didn’t need to get closer to recognize it, yet she took it off the hook and ran her fingers over the familiar white logo embroidered on the fabric. Alliance pilot, huh? That made sense. Her smuggler was a mystery who barely talked about himself or his life back in the Milky Way. She got it. Of course she did it; Andromeda had been his fresh start. Hers, as well.“SAM, tell Cora I’ll be there in two hours at the latest, please.” Dee put on the t-shirt. Her lips curled into a dreamy grin as soon as the refreshing citrus notes of Reyes’ fragrance filled her nostrils. Reyes—the name alone was enough to give her goosebumps all over her body. “I’d like some privacy now, okay?”“Acknowledged. Logging you off.”The living room was empty, but the toasted aroma of freshly brewed coffee—coffee substitute, Dee guessed—led her to the kitchen. She caught a flash of her top, jeans, and leather jacket on the way, neatly folded along her underwear and boots, and couldn’t help but smile at the memory of the urgency in Reyes’ fingers as he stripped her naked in that same room just a few hours ago. “G’morning,” she mumbled as she spotted him in the kitchen, his stance more relaxed than she would’ve ever seen.“Hey, you.” Reyes winked at her over his bare shoulder. His usually well-combed hair fell down his forehead, making him look younger despite the five o’clock stubble shadowing his jaw. Now that the perspective of getting a nice fuck didn’t cloud her mind—she had no objection, either—Dee studied the plethora of tattoos that adorned his bronze skin. He noticed and added, “take a holo, Deirdre—it’ll last longer.”“Pf. Don’t get too cocky, Vidal,” she huffed, and Reyes chuckled in response. “God, I’d kill for a coffee… literally. And maybe… something to eat too?”“Isn’t it too early to start killing people?”“Well, we biotics usually get grumpy when we’re hungry.” She rolled her eyes. “And I’m fucking starving.”Reyes’ hazel gaze analyzed her for a moment, then he grinned and pointed out, “it suits you—my shirt. Better than me.” “Oh, I know.” She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, lips grazing his shoulder as she mumbled, “I may keep it.”Her fingers slid down his stomach, lower and lower, tracing the outline of his abs, following his happy trail until they reached the waistband of his black underpants. Instead of slipping her hand inside of them as, judging by how his breath hitched, Reyes expected, Dee pulled it away, eliciting a frustrated groan from the back of his throat. He grunted, then reached for her wrist and pulled her towards him to trap her between him and the kitchen counter. “Deal. It comes with a price, though.” “How so?”“I’m a smuggler.” Reyes toyed with the hem of the shirt. “I do nothing for free.”The pressure of his free hand around her neck sent a shiver down her spine, her body immediately reacting to his ministrations. Still, she tried to negotiate, “not even for the Pathfinder?”“Let alone for the Pathfinder,” he laughed. “Take it off.” The husky tone of his voice and his warm breath brushing her nape made her sigh in anticipation, images of last night flashing before her closed eyes. She obeyed, though. As fast as she could. There was nothing she wanted more than let him fuck her again. Perhaps one last time. It would be a pleasant memory once she returned to a reality she wasn’t especially excited about.“Geez, you’re so goddamn bossy, Vidal.”“Didn’t seem to bother you last night, princesa—you were such a brat, though,” he mumbled, peppering light kisses all over her shoulder. “Never liked taking orders.” Reyes snorted, taking the shirt from her hands to hang it from the doorknob before stepping back behind her. He put his arms around her middle, enveloping her in the tightest embrace as he pulled her closer, her back against his chest. Well, at least they just made their positions clear.“Oh yeah? Would’ve sworn you were quite comfortable in the role,” he murmured in her ear, cupping both her tits in his hands. “You’re enjoying this, though, aren’t you?”Dee nodded, then reached back to tease his half-hard cock over the thin fabric of his boxers and pointed out, “looks like I’m not the only one.”“Never said otherwise, did I?” “You certainly didn’t,” she purred, pulling him out of his boxers with a swift movement. She curled her fingers around his girth and pumped it a few times as she kneaded the engorged head with the pad of her thumb. A dim blue glow surrounded them both as Dee continued to stroke him. She couldn’t help the arrogant grin that crept across her face when his dick throbbed in her hand. “First time, huh?”Reyes didn’t reply—it wasn’t necessary. The way he reacted to her biotics told her everything she needed to know. His hand crashed down onto her buttock, though, making her grit her teeth to stifle the embarrassing moan about to escape her mouth. Damn man—they barely knew each other, and the bastard already had her wrapped around his little finger. She was that obvious.“Bent over.” He pulled her hand away. “And hold on to the countertop.”Oh—would he fuck her just right there in the kitchen? He was indeed full of surprises.Said and done. Still, Dee couldn’t resist the urge to peep over her shoulder and check if he was as riled up as herself. Her insolence earned her butt a painful squeeze and another loud spanking; it hurt, but it also went straight to her core. His palm landed between her legs, and she cried out in both pain and pleasure, her whole body shuddering as he groped her from behind, teasing her cunt with the tip of his skillful fingers.“Please—” Dee choked on her own words when Reyes slapped her pussy again. She hissed and moaned and rocked her hips against his palm, seeking to relieve the familiar tension building up in between her thighs.“What do you need, Deedee?” he asked, pushing his middle finger into her with ease. Dee expected a cheeky remark—how needy, eager, and wet she was, or something of that sort—but, to her surprise, it never came. Instead, he bent over her and trailed delicate kisses down her spine. “Can’t read minds yet, linda.” You fucking should, Dee thought, mortified by the embarrassing noises coming out of her mouth. “Stop teasing—” His finger, now circling her clit and spreading her wetness up and down her slit, sure felt so good, but it wasn’t enough by any means. She wanted him, wanted his cock, stretching her, filling her, throbbing inside her. She needed him as much as breathing. “Just—fuck me already.”“Who’s the bossy one now, huh?” Reyes chuckled and secured his left arm around her waist. Dee kept silent—she didn’t trust her mouth. Plus, what was she supposed to answer? She didn’t mean to be bossy; she was just dying in anticipation. An impatient sigh fell from her lips at the delicious pressure of Reyes’ cock pushing at her entrance. Holy shit—finally. Fucking finally. Reyes huffed in response and rolled his hips forward, guiding his hardness inside her. Dee welcomed him—took him inch by inch as if they were nothing but two pieces of the same puzzle perfectly fitting together.“God—you feel so good.” He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into her with a hoarse grunt. The slow, somehow gentle pace he set at first had nothing to do with last night’s hurried sex, yet it was more than enough to make her squirm between his arms. It didn’t last long, though. In a blink of an eye, he started hammering into her so hard and fast that Dee could barely catch her breath. His hands were everywhere—all over her damn body. One moment he was squeezing and groping her breasts, twisting her pierced nipples and tugging at them, and the next, his nails dug into the soft flesh of her hips to pull her closer as he fucked her into oblivion.“Oh—shit,” she cursed when Reyes’ fingers crawled down her thighs and between her legs to find her throbbing clit again. His head fell between her shoulder blades as he picked up his pace, and Dee, encouraged by his eagerness, lifted her hips a little, trying to sync up with him despite the awkward posture. Their height difference and her trembling legs didn’t help, but none of that mattered anymore. If he kept fucking her so deliciously, she would come at any minute, and judging by the muffled noises escaping Reyes’ lips and his somewhat uneven thrusts, it wouldn’t take long for him either.Kadara, Heleus, the entire galaxy—everything froze the moment her orgasm exploded within her belly. She gasped for air and reached for his left hand, intertwining her fingers with his as she moaned out his name, biotics flickering all over her skin. Energy flowed around and between them, from her fingertips to his sweaty palm, making her feel as if she were about to pass out as her release electrified every single cell of her body. She was still riding out her climax when she noticed that Reyes’ movements faltered as he held her tighter, thrusting into her one last time before also reaching his peak with a muffled grunt.Minutes passed, and neither of them dared to disentangle from each other. Dee needed to go, but Reyes’ arms, firmly locked around her waist, prevented her from moving. He kept her pressed against his chest as his cock softened inside her and his come slid down her inner thighs. She wasn’t ready to let him go, either. Not yet. Dee wasn’t prepared to keep working with him as if nothing had happened and ignore what they had—whatever it was.“Come here.” Reyes straightened up, taking her with him. He enveloped her in a tender embrace, lowering his head to brush his lips over her scarred cheek as he asked, “is it always like that? I mean, biotics and… sex.”“Depends on who you ask, I guess.” Dee shrugged, pretending that his question didn’t affect her at all, even though she couldn’t wipe that stupid grin from her face.“You’re the only biotic I’m interested in, Deedee.” “Oh—alright,” she babbled, cheeks burning bright red. Damn it. Damn him. “If the sex is good,” she continued, “it’s hard—and I’m paying you a compliment here, Vidal—to keep them at bay. Why?”“So… it’s a matter of self-control, am I right?”“Kinda.”Reyes hummed to himself. “Sounds… interesting.” Fucker. “Just one more thing,” he added, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I don’t share. Not in this scenario.”Dee snorted and turned around in his arms to face him and study his expression: stern, but somewhat amused, lips curled into a cocky smirk that made him look so handsome that she was seriously considering kidnapping him to spend the whole day slacking—among many other things—with him on the bed. Part of her was dying to ask him what he meant; however, she left it for another occasion. “It’s your lucky day because neither do I.”Reyes let out a rumble of a laugh that resounded in his chest. “Glad to see we agree on this, Deirdre.” “Don’t get your hopes up; it’s just this once.”“Sure.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Still up for that coffee?”“Yeah, I have...” Dee checked her local time on her omnitool. “A little over an hour.”“That’ll do.”