Author's Note: So, with the recent DLC that's been released, and the obvious fan-girl swoon moment were Shepard's advances toward Lt. James Vega semi pays off, I decided it's finally time to write a Jame/F!Shepard fanfiction. First off, let me say that the Bioware staff SHOULD have included him as a romantic interest - all that shameless flirting, what a tease - not to mention it's easier to believe that he would fall in love with her because of his idolization of the legendary Commander. Second, this story won't really have a linear plot, it's more like dabbles with the same topic and events from the game. There will be loads of curse words, a ton of smut, and of course sexy Spanish speaking Vega. . .Mhmm. . anyways, I hope you enjoy this:)

Chapter 1: Loco

Fuck.

Was he ever in it deep this time. He processed, re-processed, but could come up with no reasonable explaination as to why he was so in over his head. This is loco. Here he was obsessing over his superior, her sauntering around in her armor; daydreaming about how many layers there were between the armor, and their potential naked bodies. Her body the perfect balance of curves and lean muscle that reminded of him the prowess of a jungle cat, something beautiful and dangerous rolled into one human being - Commander Shepard. Althought, her title wouldn't protect her from him long, or maybe that was his more primitive side bubbling to the surface. He had to admit -he was a shameless flirt - yet he never intended his flirting to be anything more than playful, non serious banter to help him feel more at ease around Shepard, but this time, he'd taken it way too far.

Ay dios - fucking - mio.

After she'd left him in the cargo bay bruised, and ego wounded he couldn't help but wonder just what the hell happened. They were both caught up in light conversation and equally light sparing - at the time his confidence had been higher than usual, and he'd already been pumped from feeling utterly helpless from their dealings with the Reapers and wanting more than blast the puntos straight to hell for invading Earth - but, now here he was heart in his throat, pounding a million miles a minute, caught completely off guard by how much he wished he'd spun her around, stripped of both their ranks and clothing, bend her over his workbench and showed her who was in charge.

"She's way out of your league, hombre." Esteban hollard teasingly, from his work station.

The words rolled off Steve's tongue as if he'd been reading his thoughts. Damn, if Esteban noticed Jame's budding crush on the Commander, than he was in deeper than he'd originally thought. He rubbed the bee-sting of a bruise that now marked the lower corner of his jaw, savioring the sensation of her touch, as odd as that seemed. The realization of his schoolboy crush suddenly knocked into him like a blow to the gut, why wouldn't he have a little school-boy crush on the Commander? She was a bit older, smarter, a damn military hero, and not to mention sexy as hell. He possessed no delusions over his chances however, he knew they were slim to none, but that didn't stop his eager male hormones from setting his blood ablaze whenever he thought of her, or she was near.

Back home during his younger more juvenile days he would have never thought about chasing after an older woman, let alone a chica that wasn't from his neighborhood or immediate circle. He'd never fallen for a woman before, ever attempted anything serious with any of the young women he often fawned over, shit, after he grew a pair and joined the marines he never gave a second thought to ever having a relationship, but the heated semi-pissed off look she started throwing his way made a fire explode within his groin.

Smooth creamy bronze skin. Perfect hazel verde eyes that flickered with specks of azul. Thick, rich jet black wavy hair that she often wore in a bun, but preferred to pull back in a pony-tail during down time. Pale, full candy pink lips begging to be tasted, sucked, and teased until his name escaped from them.

He ran through the events that had taken place only moments, hell, more like minutes ago. Her face dodging in and out of few, her fists flying left and right, and her sultry voice ebbing him on. If he'd been paying any sorts of attention he would have been able to avoid her knock-out of a right hook, unfortunately, his mind was elsewhere, as in daydreaming relatively impropper thoughts about his commanding officer. Even during her pep talk his mind had been adrift wondering what it would be like to have a woman like the Commander on his arm.

"Thanks for the pep talk," he said, unenthusiastically.

She smirks as if to mock him, but no sound leaves her lips, instead the laughter reaches her eyes and warms them to an almost forest green. She crosses her arms over her chest, her body language dripping with a vixen's attitude, and just stares at him. From the look she giving, she knows who he is, right down to his daredevil, greenhorn, spanish-blooded core, and oddly enough seems interested? Amusement quickly flashes in her eyes, and a once piqued curiosity now sated by their little waltz.

Fuck. Was she damn sexy.

She turns to leave throwing a simple "see you later, James" over shoulder, as if their sparing had been anything but what it actually was - a meeting between two people with nothing but casual conversation between them. For some reason, his brain not functioning as quickly as his mouth after the knock to his head he called after her, "Thanks for the dance, Lola."

She paused, turned slighty, and smiled a heart wrenching, drop dead gorgeous smile. "Lola, huh?"

Suddenly a loss for words he shurgged half-heartedly, as if he hadn't been calling her that since signing on to her crew. "Yeah, you kind of look like a Lola."

Her hands sit magnetically on the voluptuous curves that are her hips. She cocks one of her perfectly define full eye brows, "You're cute, so I'll let you get away with it." She smiles again, "For now."

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

"That's it, now you've made me blush."

He could still see her behind his eyes, each and every time he closed them, and while they were open, he could hear her voice, as familiar as the voice of a lover. She'd left him in the cargo bay like that, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, awestruck - who did she think she was anyways? - with a look of smugness that reminded him of a full bellied cat after it swallowed a canary.

James couldn't make sense of any of it, and he doubted that he ever would, at least not anytime soon. Even as a dull ache settled in his stomach and the wavering flutter of his beating heart slowed to normalcy, he found himself wishing she'd come to him again.

This feeling was raw, and new. Something he'd never felt for a woman before, and he'd be damned if he knew whether it was purely sexual or an actual desire to know her as a person, an individual, and not just an attractive woman.

This was loco. No other words could explain the situation he was now drowning in.