Three fucking years. That's how much time the Reapers had stolen from them. There was no time to be gentle or cautious anymore.
The moment Kaidan had taken the final bite of his steak sandwich, Shepard had been sure to whisk him back to the Normandy. It had been nothing short of absolute torture to sit and eat a nice, quiet meal when all she wanted to do was have him, right then and there.
Kaidan had certainly had no objections to Shepard's voracity. She could see it in his eyes; he was just as desperate for her as she was for him.
Their lips met the moment the door to her cabin had closed. Shepard pushed him against the wall, letting his growl of unbridled lust hum against her palate as she pressed her tongue against his own. Kaidan clutched the base of her neck and ran his fingers through to the top of her head as he pressed his groin more insistently against hers. Shepard pressed her palm firmly against the placket of his pants, eliciting sweet, sensuous groans from the Major. He let out a bark of laughter.
"I'd forgotten how – forceful … you are," he panted as she stroked him through the material of the trousers even more rapidly. Shepard drew back and chuckled.
"You haven't seen anything yet," she said steadily. She dropped to her knees in front of him and pushed his pants down in one fluid movement, and the rapidity of it all left Kaidan gasping. A moment later, he had thrown his head back and weaved his hands through her hair again as she swallowed him down, pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock and licking there slowly as she sucked and hummed, working with the same level of precision and vigor that she displayed on the battlefield.
"Shepard," he breathed. She drew back, but only long enough to say, "Don't worry, Spectre Alenko.
We have all night, after all."