wip whenever, tagged by both @mostmagical and @thychesters. Thank you, lovelies! I'm on vacation and staying mostly offline specifically so I'll write more (and therefore will not tag anyone), but here's something very not appropriate above a "Keep reading" cut:
"Kneel," she said, her voice so calm that he blinked stupidly at her for a moment, his brain screaming at him to comply while his limbs still processed the order. It took so long for his body to respond that she actually frowned at him, pointed down at the floor, and repeated herself.
"Kneel."
Her command was more firm this time, brooking no more disobedience. He collapsed to his knees as if the air had been abruptly sucked out of his lungs. He was almost unbearably turned on just by her sudden stern authority, though her earlier teasing with her biotics was certainly contributing.
"Good boy," she said with satisfaction, and he felt himself preen a bit at the praise, his chin lifting to show off the line of his throat. Yes, he could be a good boy.
"And good boys get rewarded," she continued softly. His eyes hadn't left her face, but the movement of her hands at the periphery of his vision pulled his attention away from those sharp green eyes. His gaze shifted to follow the path those hands traced over her skin, her too-many fingers wandering slowly downward first over those oddly alluring breasts of hers and then over the pronounced muscles of her abdomen. He longed to reach out and follow their trail with his own fingers, but he kept the impulse in check.
He was being a good boy.

















