Thread: Mass Effect: Traynor and Williams (Javorcek X MellowYellow)

Ashley was having a sliiigghhhtt identity crisis as she dragged her drunk, stumbling ass back to the Normandy. The Lieutenant had always seen herself as straight and had envisioned herself settling down with a man one day when she was finished cracking skulls across the galaxy. But kissing Sam had sort of thrown a wrench into the works. Was she gay? Had she -liked- kissing Traynor. Yes...yes I did. Oh fuck...what would her very Catholic grandmother say if she found out?!?! She'd probably have a heart attack and die!!! What would her little sisters think?! Sure, being a homosexual wasn't a big deal like it had been almost 200 years ago...at least...it wasn't a big deal if you weren't religious. While Ashley didn't pray every single night before bed she still sort of prayed a lot more than the average person. GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! Okay so maybe she was just having a major melt down in her sound-proof cabin. Okay...it's fine...you're not gay. You were just really drunk and did something really stupid. Yeah...something really stupid with one of the soldiers under her command. SON OF A BITCH! She roared. This just kept getting worse and worse the more she thought about it, she needed a shower. A cold one. Ashley repeated her washing regimen several times over in the shower. She just felt so...dirty? Ashamed? Embarassed? Turned on by someone of the same gender? She didn't know... But what she -did- know was that her mouth had -never- been so clean in her entire life. She had even brushed under her tongue and the roof of her mouth! Traynor had kissed her! And she had kissed her back! Ah fucking damnit now she had to wash her mouth out again. Even though the taste of orange juice and vodka was long gone, the memory of Sam's tongue darting so playfully around her mouth wasn't. Truth be told...that may have been the best kiss of her entire life. So she washed up until her skin was bright red from being scoured clean. Brushed out her mouth until she was sure she had annihilated most of the tastebuds on her tongue, and then climbed out of her shower and went straight to bed. ---- Ashley didn't really get hang overs. Courtesy of her waking up about one thousand times throughout the night to drink water. She didn't really sleep well...had lots of nightmares. Typical bit of PTSD many marines got, but it didn't interfere with her work so she just kept on going rather than take psyche leave. But that morning she felt pretty refreshed and ready! At least...until she remembered last night and the thought of Traynor kissing her made a wave of heat radiate out between her legs. Ugh...should she take a sick day? She wasn't really sick...or nauseous...but the thought of having to face Traynor today after what had happened last night was certainly getting her there. 'Williams! You can rest when you're dead!' the voice of her old Drill Sargent echoed around in her head. Fine...she wouldn't take a sick day. Maybe she'd just try her best to avoid the Specialist. Yeah...that sounded like a good plan! Traynor was a good worker, she didn't need Ashley's supervision and she very rarely asked the Lieutenant any questions about what the old Normandy had looked like. So with her ingenious plan to just avoid Traynor all day in her mind, she got dressed in a clean new cerulean blue cat suit that hugged every single curve of her body and headed downstairs for a bit of breakfast and then to make her rounds.