For the prompt thingy: "Now look - Now look what you made me do." For Scott/Cora?
Scott is breathless, pinned against the cold metal doors of his quarters, blue holding him in place. Cora smiles wickedly as she closes the gap between them, a hand held in perfect position, fingers curling around her biotics with easy familiarity. An obscene moan spills from his mouth when she directs them lower, playing at the sensitive skin at his hips with such careful movements. Scott sucks in a breath, eyes fixed on her as she stops, her fingers just brushing his chest. Her hand is cold, and he knows his skin is flushed and running hot, caught up in her little trap. The jarring sensation runs right through him, reaching each and every nerve, pulling at the pool of heat settling in his core.
He loses track of time, closing his eyes and relishing every little hum and pleasant buzz rushing over his skin. The biotics ease off a little, and Scott is left wanting more, leaning forward with a hungry gaze and an arrogant smirk as his lips meet Coraâs own, catching her off guard. She loses her precise control, fingers curling at the nape of his neck, returning the kiss with renewed ferocity. Cora was the image of composure outside of this room, everything handled with textbook accuracy, so to have her so easily caught off-balance sends a thrill up Scottâs spine, hot trails over his skin where her biotics had disappeared.
Her laughter is cut short when Scott deepens the kiss, incoherent strings of words tumbling out as he tries to pull himself together, but her biotics had left him reeling. Strong hands find her hips, guiding her easily backwards until her legs hit the bed, but she isnât content to let Scott win so easily. With careful hands, she maneuvers his hands from her hips to behind his back, guiding her biotics in fluid motion as blue tendrils curl around his wrists. Scott breaks the kiss when he realises her intentions, eyes darkened, mouth slightly open on a breathless laugh. Cora turns them easily in his distraction, her smile never leaving, and he knows heâs caught. She simply takes him in for a moment, the curve of his lips, the slight flush to his cheeks, the brilliant blue of his eyes, and an unholy kind of love sits where her heart hammers at her ribcage for a man sheâd never expected to find.
Andromeda has been full of surprises, Cora muses, a finger idly following the line of Scottâs jaw, and she canât help but think that her Pathfinder might just be the best surprise yet.
Leaning up, she peppers a trail of kisses along the path her finger had drifted, reaching his ear where she stops, smile turning wicked once again as she whispers:
âNow look what you made me do.â
