The asari in the club adore him. They keep going to and fro, requesting drinks, stopping for a moment to chat and later flex their muscles before him. Not all of them are dancers, oh no. The legend has already poured into many ears and minds, its crop slowly rising and promising grains that will one day spill onto the ground in thick spurts.

And well, it's always all about the same thing in the end. Some right touch, an accordingly picked smell, tongue tasting reflexes and sweetness of one's fall. Matching movements, the heaviness of sleep encircling his senses afterwards, the hollow ache seeming never meant to run dry that blooms deep within his head . In the end, nothing new can be thought or said after the grant finale.

Asari dancers are eager, too eager to try anything a client wants. They can paint your face blue with their lips, make you embrace eternity needed such times like water on Sahara back on Earth. They are perfect examples of distraction, a skillfully thought-out operation meant to make one forget about everything.

And no matter how many times others keep on forgetting about the small fact after the battle of the Citadel, Kaidan Alenko is just a weak human like his fellow mates.

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When she nibbles on his collarbone, a sweet scented trail marked with lipstick and saliva, Kaidan does not dream. He is staring at the ceiling, while the slim body on top of him is moving, twisting and turning like a flame. The warmth is not burning hot. It's there, just the place it's supposed to be and yet, taking things out of context, it could very well mean a stray summer wind's kiss, barely noticeable.

This weekend the asari has a skin tone resembling Liara's, cute nerd-type eye candy's that proved herself capable of many things throughout their rendezvous before, well. The end of things. Now he has no idea where she could be, maybe even as lost as he himself without the only thing that tied each of them together. The girl has even her freckles, violet mixing together with pinkish undertones. Her eyelids are heavily underlined with make-up, resembling two black spiders the moment she closes and reopens them when the jackpot seems to get hit time and time again.

The eternity they both reached leaves a bitter aftertaste of solitude in his mouth. Even though together, it's still all in their minds. Joining. It sounds too sweet to have a one-night stand referred as something so. Sacred and desired.

She smokes a cigarette when he heads off to wash away the trickling sweat, naked and with his head hung down. He knows her name is Alesha or something similarly easy to roll down one's tongue. Not that he ever used the name after the introduction at the club when they danced, drank colourful shots and later headed to his room. He never uses their names apart from the initiative contact and later, more through one. They are needed not to get busted while caring little to nothing about the person behind it. In the end, he is only a name to them as well.

"You are quite the hero, lieutenant. I heard you had served under the first human Spectre." Her rounded with years hips glisten against the window overlooking Omega's centre as he comes back, body wet and finally back to its normal emptiness. The warmth is gone once again. "Fighting the geth must've been hard on you."

He towels himself dry while she comes nearer, her silhouette pitch dark against the neon's afterglow. Kaidan thinks he already knows where all of this is heading towards but he remains silent, choosing observation rather than a rushed interference.

"The name rings a bell every time I hear it and yet, huh. I've never really had the head for those human ones." Their faces are nearly touching by now. He eyes her breasts, weighty and perky while she folds her arms firmly, bringing them into full view. "Still very much in love, aren't we?"

There is a smirk on her face when he turns his head away.

"Commander Shepard. That's the one you kept muttering in-between, right." She moves past him, her shoulder brushing his fleetingly before she starts picking up scattered pieces of her clothing. Kaidan glances at her when she zips her suit snuggly and later fixes her looks in the mirror across the room. She winks at him, not drawing her eye from the reflective surface away. "Just so you know, soldier. Way to spoil the mood with someone else. No hard feelings here though."

"Not a problem for you?"

"Why should it be? Either way, we'd forget each other's name next week or so. You're quite the ride, honey but not entirely my type. I prefer free-lancers to marines. Besides, looks like you'd rather have something entirely different as well."

She smiles softly. "Wish I could get to know your species more thoroughly. Humans are truly fascinating with their obsessions and fears. Truly fascinating, huh."

She checks the apartment twice for any leftover possessions of hers before exiting finally, sneaking into an alley without a second glance thrown at him.