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Kaidan Alenko was waiting. The fact that he was waiting at a bar on Omega, with asari strippers grinding to the pounding music may or may not made the situation better. He had a meet; someone from the shadowy organization known as Cerberus had contacted him to hire him for a suicide mission. He had been intrigued, especially when his contact had dropped Commander Shepard's name. "She's dead," he'd said. "Not anymore," was the reply.
He'd been warned she'd have a turian and a krogan with her. 'She'll stick out like a sore thumb,' he thought to himself, and gestured to the bartender for another drink. He sat with his head down, watching the entrance, waiting for the woman to make an appearance, scowling that she was late. Might as well have a bit of fun while he waited.
He turned to the slender woman seated next to him. She was a looker, and he felt a tight ball of lust curling in his belly as he studied her. Short black hair, deep blue eyes, pixie nose, round face, full lips that begged to be kissed raw. The rest of her was no hardship to study either, long and sleek, curves in all the right places, about 5'8, and maybe buck twenty, if he guessed correctly; it was hard to judge under the armor she was wearing.
He was stunned when he leaned towards her and felt the hum of dark energy, stronger than most other humans, maybe even a match for his own. He leaned in close to her, "Hey there," he drawled near her ear, his voice low and husky, "Can I buy you a drink?"
He watched the slow smile curve over her lips, and knew in that moment, he was in trouble. A lot of trouble. "Perhaps. Kaidan Alenko?" she asked, one perfect eyebrow lifted as she turned her head to study him.
She fought the urge to swallow hard, she'd watched him from across the room to make sure this man was who she had been told to expect. She'd felt the heat coiling in her belly then, and had instructed Garrus and Grunt to take up positions nearby as she went to get a closer look. Getting up close and personal, however, it was like a punch in the gut as she'd taken in his dark looks; curling salt and pepper hair, whiskey brown eyes, square jaw, and full lips. His five o'clock shadow only enhanced his features.
"Commander Shepard, former Alliance. I'm on a critical mission, and I need your help." She held out a hand, and hissed as he took it, feeling the static electricity arcing between them. At least, she tried to tell herself it was the build up of static that was causing sparks to fly.
He chuckled, his laugh low and seductive as he reluctantly pulled his hand away. "Careful, Shepard. Need to work on your control." His eyes roved over her, making her uneasy, "Unless you're looking for some release." His tone was suggestive, and she felt her skin prickling around her amp.
"New implant," she snapped, and straightening her shoulders, took a deliberate step back. "Now, about the Cerberus' offer? I assume you have some unfinished business I have to help you take care of, so on and so forth. Interested?"
"Oh, very interested," he murmured, advancing on her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. He chuckled again when she refused to retreat, glaring him down. He looked up as a turian appeared over her shoulder, a mass of scars covering his right cheek. The turian glowered at him, fingering his rifle suggestively. "Kaidan Alenko," he said, and held out a hand to the turian, who took it reluctantly.
"Garrus Vakarian," the turian said by way of introductions. "Shepard, we're attracting attention. I suggest we move this party back to the ship."
Shepard gave a jerk of her head, and Garrus and the krogan moved in front of her, heading toward the exit. She fell into step beside him, her eyes constantly sweeping their surroundings for trouble. She placed a warm palm on his arm when her companions entered the docking tube for her ship.
"A moment," she waited as Garrus glanced back at her, and the door slid shut behind him. "Why did you say yes? My information says you would be difficult to convince."
"Sweetheart," he drawled, and surprised her as he grasped her shoulders and jerked her body flush against his. "I'm a freelance merc. Cerberus made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Plus, you… intrigue me." He trailed his fingers down her side, brushing the side of her armored breast, and reveled in her sharp intake of breath.
She clenched her jaw, but she was finding herself to fascinated by the man in front of her. She licked her lips, and did something completely against her character. She reached up and grasped the front edge of his armor and jerked him down to her level. Her eyes held his for a long moment before she claimed his lips for her own in a violent, bruising kiss. She heard his soft groan as his arms curled around her waist, crushing her against his torso.
He'd be caught off guard when she'd initiated the kiss, but he quickly wrested control as he backed her against a nearby wall. He groaned his frustration at the layers of armor they both wore, he was dying to feel her under his hands. Their tongues tangled together, warring for supremacy, teeth biting down on lips hard enough to draw blood.
He drug his lips from hers, and found the sensitive lobe of her ear. With a smirk, he applied his lips and teeth, wringing a low moan from between her sweet lips. He trailed a line of hot kisses down her throat, covering as much skin as he reach with her armor in the way.
She pushed him away with a strangled cry, and stood staring at him, panting. "That… was a mistake," she asserted, as if by saying to him, she could make herself believe it.
He stood back, a devious smile on his face, "Oh no, cher, it really wasn't." He waited as she scowled at him, and walked with her into the docking tube. This was going to be fun.