Kinkmeme prompt asked for "Really I want to see a young, slightly messed up and unsure Kaidan with an older, confident, sexy, blue, biotic lady". This is my take on it. One-shot for the moment, might get more chapters later. Reviews are my addiction of choice, please help me out by leaving a comment or two.

"Can I buy you a drink, soldier?"

Kaidan looked up in surprise from where he stood at the bar, the message from his parents on his omni-tool forgotten. The voice had been husky but feminine, the English accented ever so slightly. He wasn't expecting an asari. Her pale blue skin was slightly scaly, and she had two purple stripes under each eye that looked like warpaint. Eyes as warm and inviting as the ocean reflected the smile she was bestowing upon him.

"Uh, sure."

His mouth worked on instinct, because he sure hadn't thought of a reply consciously. Her smile grew wider and she leaned forward. His eyes dropped down to her breasts but for a mere instant, but it was enough. They were ample, and barely staying inside the low-cut dress she wore. The wrinkles around her eyes and the scar that ran from temple to cheek only emphasised how beautiful she was, rather than detract from it. She effortlessly caught the eye of the bartender, bringing him over to serve them. Kaidan had been futilely trying to do the same for five minutes.

"I'll have a beer. The good local stuff. The young soldier…"

"The same."

The bartender moved off into fill their orders.

"What's your name?" she asked, stepping forward, closing the distance between them. A hand brushed his arm. The rest of the bar receded into distance.

"Kaidan. Kaidan Alenko. 2nd Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko." Information was hard to process when she was standing there, looking at him so appraisingly. Like he was dessert. Kaidan had never been looked at like that before. He liked it.

"Relax Kaidan." She picked up one of the two beers and gave it to him, as she paid the bartender. He hadn't even noticed the drinks arriving. His name sounded perfect rolling off her tongue in that slightly exotic accent. She clinked her bottle against his as she spoke again, entrancing him with that voice. It was starting to shivers down his spine now.

"I'm Kasia T'Mabrin. So what brings you out here, a freshly-minted strapping young soldier like you? First assignment?" She took a long pull of her beer, and Kaidan's eyes lingered on that long, elegant neck.

"Yes. SSV Agincourt. She's picking up next week," he replied coolly. Or at least he hoped it was coolly. He really had no idea.

"Ahh the first assignment. I remember mine. The start of the Krogan Rebellions…"

Kaidan choked on his beer. She smirked at his reaction.

"So you. So you're…"

"798, Kaidan."

He tried to process that. It was difficult. It must have shown on his face as her smirk bloomed into a full-blown smile.

"I love how you humans get caught up in the age thing. Its just a number, don't worry about it." She ran her fingers down his chest as she said it, and Kaidan did forget about it. Momentarily, at least.

He was off-balance, not sure how to react to her direct approach. He hadn't really met any asari before, and he wondered if they were all like this. There were many rumours about them that had made their way around the academy, but generally he'd dismissed them as the misinformed speculation of young men (and women) whose hormones ran rampant. He wasn't like that. After Brain Camp and all that had happened there, military training had been a safe comfortable blanket he'd retreated into. He'd loved the order, the chance to get his mind squared away and to exercise his biotics. There had been one brief fling with another officer cadet, over almost as soon as it began, but apart from that nothing had distracted him from being the best he could.

In fact, apart from Vyrnnus, and a couple of brief brushes with visitors the academy, Kaidan had no idea about aliens at all. And even less about women. Well if, asari were women. No one seemed to know the answer to that one either.

"I, ahh, had a question Kasia."

"He speaks. He thinks. Wonderful stuff. Ask your question. Let me guess…asari physiology,"

She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she replied, and he was caught by that. Caught long enough to come across as witless again no doubt, mentally chastising himself. He needed to smoother. Suave. Something better than the performance he was putting up now.

"Guess everyone wants to know the same thing." He smiled hesitantly, and nervously picked at the label on his bottle.

"Oh yes. All you humans at least. We have no such thing as gender, its true. We're also a different colour, and have scalp crests compared to hair. I do so love human hair. May I?" She indicated his regulation-length hair cut. He nodded diffidently, and bent his head slightly to her. She ran her fingers through it, slowly, luxuriating in it. It felt more intimate and erotic than almost anything he'd done with anyone before.

She continued her fingers down the side of his neck, pausing briefly at his biotic amp implant. Her eyes widened slightly.

"You're a biotic Kaidan? I've never met a human biotic before."

"Yes. L2. Get headaches sometimes."

She made a moue of sympathy with her lips, which distracted Kaidan once more from what she was saying. He shook his head clear.

"So human biotics…not very advanced I'm sure. I could teach you a few tricks you know. Ones you'll be very pleased to learn. Fine control. Stimulation. The best the asari have discovered."

She was teasing him again, and he had no answer again. He was growing hard, as those constant brushes of fingers, hands and other light, feathery touches continued. He gulped down his beer in an effort to cool off, and she barely needed to indicate before another was in his hands.

This time, she stepped in to whisper something to him and let a hand wander across his ass. He had never been so brazenly felt up before. He was hard as iron now, and she no doubt knew. Cheeks flushed, pupils slightly dilated, he struggled to maintain a semblance of control in the face of this asari advance.

"Wha...what did you say?" He couldn't help his voice trembling somewhat.

"Oh dear boy. I said, I'm going to take you out to the dance floor in a minute, so finish up that drink."

His grip reflexively tightened on his drink.

"I'm not…I don't." He wasn't really sure what he was trying to say.

"You came to a bar wearing your uniform. You know how well that crisp dark blue flatters those shoulders, those muscles, those eyes. That ass. You were looking for something. And I, as it turns out, was looking for you. Now shush, and drink up. We're going to dance...for now."

He obeyed. He could do nothing but in the face of those words and that tone. Full of rich, dark promise but laced with decision. He was either in or he was out. Kaidan put down his drink, grinned assent and followed her out through the crowd to the dance floor. Her generous hips swayed in tune to the beat of the music and his eyes found that sight far too engrossing to pass up.

Then they were in the mix, swaying to the music, his heart thumping to its beat. She danced close to him, drawing his hands towards her and running hers all over him. Those touches weren't so feathery any more. They encircled his neck, pulling him down. Her lips were sweet and salty, and her tongue demanded entrance to his mouth. Time seemed to blink, to jump forward. He knew she could feel his hardness against her, and Kaidan rather thought she was enjoying the effect she was having on him. One of her hands travelled down, firmly grabbing his rear, and he reciprocated by running his palms across those magnificent breasts.

They teased and taunted each other, building the heat, building the tension. Hours may have passed, or minutes. She nipped his neck, brought his hands to her scalp crest, showed him how she liked to be touched. He was drunk. Not on alcohol, but on her, on the rhythm, on the music, on the crowd. Tongues duelling, hips grinding, lips locked, hands wandering, his arousal like a bar of iron. She was getting there too, even he could tell. She kissed him again, longer and harder this time, hands running under his shirt, over sweat-slicked skin.

"Lets go. My hotel's down the street."

He nodded yes. He needed this.