Sleep is for the weak (Mass Effect one-shot's)

Fantasy- Jacob Taylor

It wasn't often that you got a moment of peace and quite for yourself, even before joining Cerberus. But in those quite, peaceful moment, you took a moment to reflect on your life.

Three month's ago you awoke in a Cerberus physicality and were informed that you had died two year's prier. Even though it had been some time since then, the news still shocked you to your core.

This weren't entirely depressing, however, at least you were paired up with a good team- and some of them you knew from your past. Though, none of that was in comparison to the blooming feelings that stirred around in your belly our one of you companions in particular....

A sudden spark of giddiness over came you as you thought of him- and with that came the familiar warmth that fluttered in your lower belly, and the selfish, needy desire over came your senses.

You were in your chambers, alone, with low-lighting and soft music, and you were suddenly aware of how tight your clothes felt on you.

You sat there, on your bed weighing your options, before giving in and reaching for your personal laptop you had bought for guilty pleasures such as this on the Citidal one day.

And just as you were getting comfortable-

"Shepard?" A familiar voice brought you back to reality and you were quick to close the small computer and draw your hand up and over the covers.

Looking up, you surprised to find Jacob leaning himself against the door frame to your chamber- a seductive smirk played across his dark lips.

You had to blink a few times to make sure you weren't dreaming.

"Look at this- like sneaking into the captain's quarters. Heavy risk, but the price..." his dark eye's hungerily took in your form- and you suddenly realized that you were in nothing more than your under clothes.

"I was wondering when you'd show. What's your intention, Jacob?" You decided to play along, this was all just a dream of course, right?

"To give the collectors every kind of hell I can, suicide or not." He answered, seductively making his way over to you before sitting on the edge of your bed. "But until then, I want all the time I can get. Win, lose, doesn't matter. I want you."

"Sounds like you'd better make every minute count, Mr. Taylor." And with that the two of you locked in a furious kiss that quickly lead to both of you naked. Thing's moved so quickly that you weren't even sure which way was right or left- one moment you were on the bed, the next on the floor. Out of all your fantasies you've experienced, this one was by far the most wild.