[There's the quietest of noises as his fingers leave her, cut off as quickly as she can manage. Even with the gloves on he's so warm, and Shepard can't stop herself from wondering what all he can do with his clever hands. His whole clever self.
Gods, she wants him, and her cheeks are a brilliant red as she acknowledges that. But acknowledging it is the way to move on. Isn't that what her instructors had always said? For a moment when his fingers leave her and he's talking again Shepard thinks she can get a handle on this. It's even a topic she can discuss.]
I--
[And then Shepard, who had never broken off and fumbled for words before, felt her mind go blank at the slide of his fingers back in. Mordin is searching, as he should, and Shepard's heels dig into the stirrups as she tries to hold herself still, to not make any more noises or make this harder on him.
It's a battle she can't win.
The woman who doesn't surrender and doesn't lose finds herself rocking against that deeper finger and shivering at the press to her belly, momentarily lost in Mordin and the way he can touch. Those fingers are long and slender, stretching her just a little, rubbing and searching. Shepard's nearly certain she could come from just a little more of him, but as soon as that thought hits her, so does reality. This is Doctor Solus, who has already turned her down as politely as possible, and while her intent had been honest and above-board, this is beyond wrong to do to him.]
Shit. You even told me that you weren't into... I'm sorry.
[She's just basically used him, and what's worse is how badly she wishes she could continue, how much she wants him to thrust those fingers inside of her again. Her eyes are closed and her face is burning with shame as well as arousal now.]
I'll go. And I'm so sorry.
[And yet she doesn't make a move to go. She can't. His fingers are inside her, and the last thing she should be doing is jostling them.]
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Gods, she wants him, and her cheeks are a brilliant red as she acknowledges that. But acknowledging it is the way to move on. Isn't that what her instructors had always said? For a moment when his fingers leave her and he's talking again Shepard thinks she can get a handle on this. It's even a topic she can discuss.]
I--
[And then Shepard, who had never broken off and fumbled for words before, felt her mind go blank at the slide of his fingers back in. Mordin is searching, as he should, and Shepard's heels dig into the stirrups as she tries to hold herself still, to not make any more noises or make this harder on him.
It's a battle she can't win.
The woman who doesn't surrender and doesn't lose finds herself rocking against that deeper finger and shivering at the press to her belly, momentarily lost in Mordin and the way he can touch. Those fingers are long and slender, stretching her just a little, rubbing and searching. Shepard's nearly certain she could come from just a little more of him, but as soon as that thought hits her, so does reality. This is Doctor Solus, who has already turned her down as politely as possible, and while her intent had been honest and above-board, this is beyond wrong to do to him.]
Shit. You even told me that you weren't into... I'm sorry.
[She's just basically used him, and what's worse is how badly she wishes she could continue, how much she wants him to thrust those fingers inside of her again. Her eyes are closed and her face is burning with shame as well as arousal now.]
I'll go. And I'm so sorry.
[And yet she doesn't make a move to go. She can't. His fingers are inside her, and the last thing she should be doing is jostling them.]