A/N - this fic is the naughty younger sister to Turn the Tables - basically its all the smut that I wrote in between the plot... if you haven't guessed by now, everything from here on is going to be genuine M-rated, hair-curling, NSFW Shenko gettin' it on ;-) if that's your thing, yay, if not, look away!

All characters within are property of Bioware, I'm simply letting them play in ways that ME never showed... they deserve it! This fic is again beta'd by StoneburntHeart, my awesome friend and fellow fangirl... and I'd thank her for her efforts, but I know she enjoyed her work on this series!

This scene takes place in the middle of 'Salarians, Headbutts, and the Thresher Maw, Oh My!' chapter of Turn the Tables... although I don't think you need to read it to understand the context. You do, of course, have to know the ME universe, specifically ME2, which is the time setting for this fic.

"Kaidan," he heard Shepard murmur quietly from her position on top his chest – their favorite post-sex cuddle one.

"Hmmm," he replied absently, still stroking her hair and basking in the after-effects. Moving in with the 'captain' really had great benefits. Too bad they hadn't been brazen enough to try this on the original Normandy… He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of her speaking again.

"What was that all about earlier? With Chambers?" she said, not sounding sleepy at all anymore. In fact, if Kaidan didn't know any better, he'd say she sounded – jealous. Which, considering they were lying in bed, naked, after just having had excellent sex, was really… dumb. Not that he'd tell her that. He should have known she wouldn't just drop it after his vague comment earlier.

"Shepard," he said patiently, hoping to head things off at the pass, "I love you. We're naked. I don't want to talk about Chambers."

"Kaidan," she replied, sounding irritated now, "Don't change the subject. Just answer my question, please?"

He sighed and gave up on trying to avoid the issue and get to sleep… "Ok. You know how she is - she's just so…" he searched his head for a word that would be both accurate and not get him in too much trouble and settled on, "friendly."

"Yeah, noticed that myself," Shepard replied. She was still lying on his chest but he could hear the storm brewing in her voice.

"So I made the mistake of being friendly back-"

"How friendly?" she cut him off in a growl.

"Not like that," he said, running a hand down her back to soothe her. "Just friendly. Like, with a friend. Told her she could call me Kaidan when she asked. I just thought of it as polite."

"I take it she didn't agree?" Shepard said, but she relaxed again, somewhat mollified.

"She took a little politeness and ran with it," Kaidan confirmed. "She even sent me messages… Annoying really, cause she'd misspell my name-"

Shepard sprang up, reversed positions and straddled him. He'd be thrilled – aroused even – to see her gloriously naked and displayed before his eyes so nicely if she wasn't currently glaring green fire from hers. She spoke, in a deadly slow tone, "What kind of messages?"

Shit. Really, he needed to remember to think more carefully about what he said. Even when they were naked in bed. He tried for casual. "Oh, you know, cheery little notes, requests for meetings, once she even me sent a picture-"

"A picture?" Shepard growled, digging her nails into his chest. Ouch.

"Yeah, of her in this dance costume." Kaidan rushed to add, when he saw her look darken, "I deleted it right away! And I told her in no uncertain terms that I loved you - and only you - and there was never going to be anything between her and me. Then I told her she needed to call me Lieutenant Alenko from then on."

"Did she cry?" Shepard asked speculatively.

"A little," he admitted… and didn't add that it had made him feel guilty, although not guilty enough to encourage Chambers.

"Good," Shepard replied with some satisfaction. "She misspelled your name?" she seemed to hear him retroactively.

"Yeah. Spelled it K-A-I-D-E-N."

"What the fuck?" Shepard was growling again, but this time in outrage. He'd take it. "How hard is Kaidan? Seriously?"

"Yeah I didn't get it either, I mean, she's the Yeoman, my name was on all the-"

She cut his words off when her mouth descended and took his. Fiercely. She fought him for control and he willingly gave it. She devoured. Taking every inch of his mouth with lips, tongue, teeth.

When she paused so that they could breathe, he dared to ask, "Shepard? Does this mean you're not mad?"

"Mmmm," she growled against his lips, "Not mad at you," she punctuated each word with kisses.

"Good," he replied, "Because you never have any reason to worry."

"I'm not worried, KaiDEN," she deliberately mispronounced and emphasized it, "because I'm about to remind you that you're mine." On the last word, she cuffed both his wrists in her hands and drew them over his head. Once she had him in position, she sat back a bit and met his eyes, "Stay," she commanded, as if he would think about disobeying. On his nod, she lowered her head again and this time, her hot mouth traced his ear, ending on a slight nip to his lobe. "Mine," she growled against his ear, and because her head was turned, she missed his smirk. Kaidan didn't mind being claimed. Not at all.

She moved her mouth to his throat next, giving it equal treatment – and claiming it as well. Then his pecs, nipples, belly button. All new territory conquered by Shepard. When she reached the hard hot flesh that was once again ready for her, she gentled – slightly – and he was glad for that. She licked him from base to shaft, still muttering 'mine' as she went. When he thought he couldn't take the torture one second longer and might have to move despite her request (order), she finally closed her fist around the base of his shaft and brought him to her mouth. Before she enclosed him, she looked up and met his eyes. "Most definitely all mine," she stated with deliberate emphasis as she sucked him in her warm wet mouth. Deep.

"Mmm," he groaned in agreement, then groaned again as she began long strong sucking pulls, using her tongue over the tip to finish off every out stroke. He desperately wanted to touch her, but he didn't want her to stop, so he held himself as still as possible and concentrated on the incredible feel of her mouth on him. She teased him, working him slowly, base to tip, with her tongue, over and over, until he couldn't think. When she brought him close to the peak the next time, his control snapped. In one swift motion that wouldn't have succeeded if she wasn't so distracted, he flipped her and reversed their positions.

He parted her thighs and pressed against her, then paused and held her gaze. "Mine," he growled as he entered her, sank deep, and received her answering moan. He leaned down, took her mouth, and their tongues met in the same rhythm as his flesh stroking inside hers. Here, they each took dominance and gave it in return. His hips slammed down and met hers as they lifted to take him in, urge him on. She threw her arms around his shoulders, held on tight and rode the storm with him. It was wild, hot, passionate, and fast. They reached their peaks together, mouths still furiously joined, swallowing each other's moans. He collapsed to the side and drew her on top of him to close the cycle of positions for the night. He stroked a lazy hand down her sweaty back as they each fought to regain breath control.

Once they had quieted and they could breathe, he spoke, "Shepard?"

"Mmm," she mumbled against his chest in reply.

"Wanna tell me about Jacob Taylor" he asked with a smirk on his face and in his voice.

"Mmm," she repeated, then lifted her head enough to say, "Just give me an hour," then she flopped bonelessly back to his chest.

He laughed quietly and wrapped his arms around her. "See you in an hour then," he said softly as he drifted off to sleep.