AN: Ok, her we go with the Smut. I am blaming my niece for this who is addicted to reading smutting books. She knew i was writing the last one and demanded i write a smutty story for her to read.

God blushing just thinking about the content.

Hope you like it but if not, hope I don't offend.

Chapter 1

~Feros~

Feros was a shit hole!

The planet was cold, dusty and grey. Broken down and crumbling Prothean ruins covered two thirds of the surface. Apparently the Protheans weren't that big on plant life or natural scenery. Why any colonist would want to live there was beyond him, he'd go crazy inside of a month.

They had been stuck on the shit hole for almost a full week, living off MRE's, or as he liked to call them, Materials Resembling Edibles.

When Shepard had ripped open a bag on day four to find it filled with dubious looking mystery meat she'd groaned, letting her head loll back.

"MRE's, three Lies for the Price of One: it's not a Meal, it's not Ready, and you can't Eat it!" She counted off her point on her fingers. "I swear to god, if I don't get some real food soon I'm gonna shoot then eat one of you two!" She shook her head and hesitantly nibbled a small lump of the meat shuddering, and he couldn't help but chuckle at her.

"Oh right, laugh it up Lieutenant. You just put yourself on my menu! Roasted Alenko rump is looking pretty tasty right about now, I need some decent meat to sink my teeth into." She returned her gaze to her MRE, poking it with her fork as if testing to see if it was still alive, oblivious to the double entendre that just slipped out of her mouth. Kaidan wasn't, in fact he was trying very hard not think about the delicious implications of what she'd said.

Feros was proving to be a very challenging mission for Kaidan, and not for the obvious reasons. Shepard had been his CO for a little over 4 months now and every day she said or did something that made him like her just that little bit more. They'd started out casually chatting during debriefings and somewhere along the line, their chats started to become more personal. They both started seeking each other out between missions to shoot the shit. They would send each other messages on their omni-tools constantly, little observations, jokes, random thoughts, anything really. She was as big a geek as he was. Sometimes late at night when her beacon induced nightmares woke her up in a cold sweat, and he was feeling restless and unable to settle in the sleeper pods (which he hated with a passion), they would logon to the extranet and play online games together. In reality, she'd be sat curled up on her bed and he'd be sat in the mess, slouched in a chair with his legs resting on the table. Online she'd be a mage and he'd be an elfin warrior. They spent many restless downtime hours wandering around the online world, completing missions, killing fearsome creatures and starting tavern fights. They'd type each other messages as they played, and sometimes, if the drive core wasn't being over taxed, he could hear her giggling loudly through her closed door as she received them.

He loved her quick dry wit and how easily she laughed at his lame jokes, something he never expected to encounter in an N7, let alone the Hero of Elysium. He'd expected her to be all business, no nonsense 24-7. What he discovered was a woman who he could see himself falling in love with very easily, in fact he wasn't entirely sure he wasn't doing that already. Recently their time together had turned ever so slightly flirtatious and as a result, he simply couldn't stop looking at her in a whole new and very inappropriate way.

They had set up camp in the ruins the outside of Zhu's Hope when it became apparent that the mission was not going to be a cakewalk. That first night - and if he was being honest with himself, every god damn night - Kaidan had only managed to grab about 2 hours sleep. The sight of Shepard, stretched out next to him in her sleeping bag wearing only her under armor gear, was just to tantalizing. He took pains to position himself so Garrus would believe he was asleep, and he would just lay there, his eyes lingering over every soft curve of her lean, oh so alluring body. By night three he'd started to let his imagination loose.

He wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to invade her mouth with his tongue, feel her hands on the back of his neck, locking his lips to hers. How it would feel to touch the soft skin of her stomach, would she shiver under his fingers? Would he give her goose bumps? His eyes lingered on her slightly parted lips and he pictured them wrapped around him, her tongue swirling around the tip of his impressive length. He wondered how it would feel to be buried deep within her. What noise would she make? Would she cry his name as he drove into her again and again? He imagined what it would be like to dominate her. She was always so take charge and decisive, issuing orders which he obeyed without question like a good little soldier. He wanted to be in command of her body and her pleasure. He'd pin her down and under his touch, she be driven wild with lust and desire, powerless to resist him. She would beg him to fuck her and he would only give her that release when he chose to, when she was quivering and practically crying with need.

From that third night, every night his imagination would drive him to distraction and leave him with a throbbing erection that he could only get rid of one way.

When he couldn't take it any longer, he'd slip out quietly and find a secluded corner in the ruins. He'd close his eyes and let his imagination run riot as he took his arousal in his hand. Imagining it was Shepards hand, Shepards mouth, picturing pushing himself inside of her.

As soon as he found his release and cleaned himself up, he'd slip back into his sleeping bag. He'd purposefully face away from her, but he could feel her there like she was pressing up against him, even though she was asleep at least 3 feet away.

On the sixth day, they were finally done. The thorian was destroyed, the colonist all saved (except for Fai Dan who took his own life rather than kill them). The colony was getting back on its feet again, water supply restored, food problem resolved and Shiala (an acolyte of Matriarch Benezia) was able to transfer the cipher to Shepards mind. This part worried Kaidan, he'd watched her face as it happened and her features contorted in pain, her hands clenching into fists at her side as a small whimper escaped her lips. She looked a little unsteady on her feet as they made their way back to the Normandy, but she poo-pooed his concerns, claiming she was fine.

Kaidan was never gladder to be back on the Normandy then he was right now. Even after a long hot shower he still felt like he had half a ton of dust in is ears and there was still a lingering smell of the thorian 'gak' that had covered him, Shepard and Garrus during the mission.

When he entered the mess he was sleepy and relaxed, the hot water from his shower had helped to ease the tight muscles in his back and shoulders. He contemplated heading straight for the sleeper pod until the smell of freshly cooked meat stew, vegetables and chilli hit him. He closed his eyes inhaling deeply and followed the smell to its source. He loaded his tray with enough chilli to feed a small army and two bottles of Lemon Biotic energy supplement drink, hoping to rebalance his levels before he developed a migraine.

He set his tray of food down on the mess hall table and dropped heavily into his seat with a weary sigh. Shepard looked up from her tray, her mouth full to the brim of potato and grinned at him. Kaidan smiled back at her, the lack of decent food and sleep, coupled with the intense combat and overuse of his biotics had made him tired, irritable and grumpy, but the grin on her face seemed to wash that all away.

"Hungry Commander?" Kaidan asked letting out a half hearted laugh at the sight of his CO, digging into her food with as much gusto as she exhibited when facing and battalion of Geth on the field.

She held up her finger while she swallowed, closing her eyes with satisfaction and her body seemed to melt into the seat, her tired achy limbs visibly unwinding.

"Cut me some slack Alenko, we've been living on MRE's for 6 days, this?..." She said pointing to her food with a stab of her fork "This is better than sex!" She dug her fork into the potato and shoveled in another huge mouthful, closing her eyes again. "Umm-umm-ummmmmmmmm"

Kaidan leaned across the table and helped himself to a forkful of her potato. She scowled at him, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. She dragged her plate towards her, wrapping her arm protectively around her mountain of food. He brought the stolen potato to his mouth, pausing with it just inches from his lips and smiled at her.

Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was his graphic fantasies of the last week. Maybe it was the way she smiled at him in a way that she didn't with anyone else on the crew. Maybe it was that brief moment of easy playful intimacy, in a crowded noisy mess hall that made him believe that possibly, just possibly, she felt the same pull of attraction and desire that he did. Most likely it was a combination of all of these things that made him feel suddenly, uncharacteristically emboldened.

"Maybe you're just not doing it right, Shepard." His voice was a lot lower and huskier than he had intended. He slipped the fork into his mouth and slowly eased it back out, licking his soft sensual lips. "You might need a little coaching?" He watched her staring intently at his mouth, her own mouthful of potato momentarily forgotten.

She swallowed her food and her smile changed into something very different, a slow predatory lopsided smirk, accompanied by an intense half lidded stare. That look was enough for Kaidan to shift in his seat as he felt a twitch of arousal low down in his stomach, but he maintained and returned her gaze.

She leant slowly across the table, pausing to glance at the rest of the crew and whispered conspiratorially "Trust me Kaidan, I can field strip a fellow marine just as good as I can field strip an assault rifle, and I can make both of them sing and dance with my magic touch." She punctuated her statement with a subtle wink and a lick of her own full lips.

Kaidan swallowed reflexively and worried his bottom lip, wow! This was new. They'd always been careful and subtle with their flirtations before. Suddenly they seemed to have kicked it up a level, and he liked it.

"Hey Shepard?" Ashley called from further down the table shattering their moment. "Tell me Garrus is full of it, there's no way that big plant shit out a bunch of Asari!"

Shepard and Ashley fell into easy conversation, Ash was hungry for details of their mission and Shepard was happy to fill her in. When Kaidan had finished his chilli, he grabbed his and Shepards tray and headed to get some desert for them both. He sat back down at the table and slid a big bowl of tapioca across to her. She looked up at him with a warm smile and accepted the proffered food, then returned her attention to Ash. He smiled as he watched her animatedly describing how she took out four Thorian Creepers with one slam.

The fact that he was still warm from his shower, coupled with his now nicely full stomach meant that he was feeling extremely drowsy. He stirred his pudding half heartedly with heavy eyes and propped his head on his hand. His breathing was slow and steady and before he knew it he had drifted off to sleep.

His eyes sprang open, startled as his head slipped off his hand. For a moment he was disorientated, the lights had been dimmed and the mess hall was deserted apart from him and Shepard. He met her eyes and she smiled. The table had been cleared and cleaned, and Shepard now sat perched on it just to his right, she was sitting so close he could feel the heat radiating off of her and her calf was resting against the outside of his firm thigh. He returned her smile and was about to ask how long he'd been asleep when her eyes drifted down his body hungrily, catching him off guard. When they reached his lap she smirked and glanced back up to meet his eyes once more.

"Must have been one hell of a sweet dream Lieutenant." She licked her lips slowly and deliberately.

Kaidan narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to one side, brow furrowed.

"Sorry, I don't know..." he was feeling groggy and a little confused, but she derailed him with a big sexy grin, bringing her hand up to eye level and slowly pointing down to his lap.

His eyes flicked down

"SHIT!"

He shifted so violently in his seat trying to hide the erection straining at his fly and almost fell off his chair. With Cat like reflexes, Shepard leant forward and with a hand on each taught bicep, steadied him in his seat. The sudden contact and closeness of her did nothing to help his current situation. The heat from her hands seemed to sear right through him and spread the length and breadth of his body.

He sucked in a deep hitched breath and was overwhelmed by the smell of her. He'd heard her and Ash talking bout her secret stash of non regulation shower gel and shampoo, caught the briefest smell of it as they chatted by the console in the mess, where he always made sure he was working when she was around. This was more intense, she was fresh from the showers and inches away from him. She smelled sweet, a hint of bubblegum or candyfloss with a fruity zing. It made him nostalgic, transported him back to childhood. He was reminded of family days out, his parents taking him and his younger sisters to the fair every Canada Day.

"You're blushing." She whispered, her voice breathy and filled with need.

She reached up and ran the back of her fingers down his burning cheek and along his strong jaw, letting her thumb ghost across his lips as she reached his chin. His lips parted involuntarily at her touch and she ran her thumb back across, this time firmer and angled it so she could feel the warm wetness of the inside of his lower lip. He slid his tongue delicately forward and touched the tip to the pad of her thumb. Her eyes – now half lidded and stormy with desire - shot to his mouth. He reached up between the cocoon of her arms and cupped her face, sliding his finger tips in her hair, as he ran his thumbs across her cheeks. Her eyes were still fixed on his mouth, now closed around her thumb, his tongue stroking the length of her digit.

She bit her bottom lip as the movements became firmer and more energetic and the sight sent a jolt of arousal straight to his already swollen cock. The muscles in his stomach clenched almost painfully and he bit down on her thumb in response. He was rewarded with a gasped moan, a sound of such need it almost drove him insane.

He locked his hands to the side of her head and gently urged he forward, delighted that she needed little encouragement. They were so close now he could feel her laboured breath on his face. She slid her thumb from his mouth and ran her hand down his chest. He knew she would be able to feel his heart thundering with desire beneath her fingertips.

With some difficultly, she tore her eyes away from his lips and her gaze locked on his warm caramel eyes, pupils so blown they were almost black. She was so breathtakingly beautiful he felt almost lost, like he was drowning in her sparkling azure eyes and he was alright with that.

Shepard inched forward and rubbed the tip of her nose down the bridge of his, squirming against the edge of the table.

The rational part of his mind shouted over and over about fraternization regs, and jeopardising is career.

It'll only be a kiss he thought trying to find any justification for what he was about to do. It's not like we're gonna fuck right here in the mess hall. Just one kiss. Maybe it will stop me thinking about her... break the spell, so to speak. When you think about it, it's probably for the best really. He tilted his chin forward and slowly, softly captured her mouth.

Her lips were so soft against his, she tasted sweeter than he could have ever imagined. A small whimper escaped her and he deepened the kiss in response, his tongue desperate to feel the warmth of her mouth. When her lips parted and she gave him access he felt her shiver as his tongue lapped at hers and he groaned in response.

The small rational part of his mind fell into silence as he became consumed with a desperate burning need for this woman, his CO, his friend, his obsession.

He'd dreamed of this moment since he first saw her when she came aboard the Normandy, his eyes locking onto hers as he gave her a starched salute. He'd soon come to realise she didn't like to work in her cabin, she usually set up camp in the mess hall. He'd found out later that she couldn't concentrate when it was quiet, she needed the background hum of people at work to focus on her reports. Whenever he had the chance he camped out by the control panel in the mess hall just to be close to her, to watch her as she focused on her work. She never questioned his presence or why that one panel could possibly need so much attention. He loved it when she absent-mindedly chewed on her coffee stirrer rolling it from one side of her mouth to the other. He became obsessed with the thought of her mouth. And now he was there, doing what he'd played out in his mind almost every night, kissing her, holding her, tasting her.

"Oh my god" she moaned against his mouth, her breath coming in ragged gasps and he knew she felt it too. Felt how right it was for them to be together like this, he was made to be with her and she was made to be with him.

Her hand fisted in his hair trying to bring his mouth impossibly closer. He released his grip on her face to grasp her hips, his strong fingers held her securely as he slid her off the table and on to his lap. Her eyes sprang open in surprise and she pulled back a fraction. He ran one hand up her spine as the other cupped her rear squeezing and caressing her.

She was desperate to get closer, to press her body up against him. Her slender fingers grasped his shoulders as she wriggled in his lap, sliding her self forward until abruptly she froze at the feel of his erection pressing against her inner thigh. The sudden contact was enough to stop his heart, he stilled, eyes drifting closed. If this carried on, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He would claim her right hereand wouldn't give a shit if Admiral Hackett himself walked in on them.

She wriggled again, this time intentionally rubbing herself against him and his whole body clenched, she could feel the muscles of his shoulder and back tense beneath his fatigues. Slowly and deliberately she ran her right hand over his shoulder and down his chest again, but this time she didn't stop at his pounding heart. His eyes sprang open at the realization of where her hand was headed. He cocked his head again, a warning tone slipping into his voice.

"You do that Shepard and I'm not going be able to stop this. I'll fuck you right here, so hard it'll make that pretty little head of yours spin. That's the point of no return." He glanced down at her hand then slowly back to her eyes with a look of pure wanton desire, hoping that she would forge ahead but leaving the ball in her court.