A/N - Hope you're enjoying! Again, this chapter, as with the rest of the fic, is 100% deserving of its M rating. It's smut, smut, more smut, and completely NSFW! This chapter takes place at the end of 'Salarians, Headbutts, and the Thresher Maw - Oh My!' in Turn the Tables... Thanks to Bioware for creating such a wonderful universe for me to play in!
Thanks for reading and to my beta, StoneburntHeart, for all her encouragement and support!
"Oh, gods, Kaidan," Shepard's groan was muffled into the pillow in which she had her face buried, "you are so good at that."
"Mmm," Kaidan replied, too distracted by the sight of his hands working oil into her naked skin to concentrate on anything but that. And the feel of her under his clever hands. He had insisted that she strip from the waist up for his promised massage – in the interest of protecting her clothing, of course. Now, straddled over her hips with his thumbs working massage oil into her sore neck, he congratulated himself once again for his foresight. Her skin was so beautiful – the pure alabaster white of a true redhead was marred only by the occasional freckle – and the oil made it glisten, even gleam, under his hands.
"Seriously," she turned her head enough to let the words escape clearly, "where did you learn to do this?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" he teased, his voice pitched to indicate she wouldn't.
"Kaidan," this time she lifted her head up from the pillow enough to turn her head and glare. Until he pushed her back down with a gentle hand splayed between her shoulder blades. "Just tell me. If there's not another woman involved," she added to cover her bases.
Kaidan chuckled softly and went back to working on her neck. "You deserve a little teasing after you decided to headbutt an 800 pound alien. And it was part of a course I took during field medic training," he answered her question in the most boring way possible. He decided it was better not to add the part about the nurse that helped him perfect his technique.
"Mmm," she replied, muffled by the pillow again. "You thought it was hot, anyway."
Kaidan correctly guessed that her comment was in reference to his headbutt remark, not the medic training information. He leaned over so his mouth was right against her ear and replied, "It was…" then traced the curve of her ear with his tongue. When she turned her head to meet his kiss, he sat back up and resumed his massage, ignoring her sound of protest. "It was also incredibly dangerous," he finished matter-of-factly. He knew he was playing with fire but he figured in her current state – and mood – he wouldn't get burned too badly. Or, at least, not in ways he wasn't looking forward to.
Shepard didn't disappoint. In a move that proved that she was a combat-experienced kickass N7 marine, she dislodged him from her back just enough so that she could roll over to face him completely but not enough to move him from his position straddling her hips. Now, his oil-slicked hands reached for the naked breasts she had so generously revealed for him and he took up his massage on that new territory.
"Oh, come on," Shepard said, too interested in making her point to notice his new massage – for now. "You know it turns you on when I do stuff like that."
"Mmm," Kaidan answered non-committally, wondering if she really thought he could concentrate on anything but his hands on her breasts. He reached for the bottle of massage oil on the nightstand and poured a new puddle of oil right between her breasts. He put the bottle back down and worked on distributing the oil. Slowly. Carefully. Over every inch of her breasts.
"I've seen how you look-" Kaidan tweaked a nipple between oil-slick fingers and effectively cut off her words, "Oooh…" she finished her sentence.
Kaidan smiled a slow, sensual grin that was an expression only she got to see. He went back to rubbing the oil into her breasts, glad that he had finally gotten her on the same page. As he worked, he spoke in a casual off-hand tone.
"You know what I think is hot?" It was rhetorical, and Shepard didn't answer it. She simply looked at him with steadily rising passion, watching his face and his hands moving over her skin.
"Watching my hands touch you like this," Kaidan went on, answering his own question. This time his voice was lower, thick with passion. "Seeing your naked skin against mine. Yours is so light, mine looks so dark in comparison. That's hot."
She moaned a bit as he tweaked her nipple in emphasis. He continued speaking as he moved his hands to her stomach.
"Seeing how the oil makes your skin glow. Seeing how it enhances every muscle." He traced over her well-defined abs with gentle strokes to illustrate his point. "That's hot."
He reached for the oil again - this time pouring into his hands - then he placed one hand on each shoulder and began to massage the oil into the new skin there. "Seeing these shoulders, so strong, and knowing the burdens that they carry. Knowing that you do it willingly, without complaint." He leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on her cheek in benediction, then whispered against her, "That's hot."
She turned her head to capture his mouth again. This time he didn't evade. He went into the kiss willingly, but kept it light and sweet. After a moment, he sat back up and traced both oil-slicked hands from her shoulders down each arm. When he reached her hands, he touched each softly and spoke again.
"Seeing these hands – some might think of them as small, but I say perfect – and knowing how strong they are, yet how gently they can touch me, hold me." He paused and met her eyes, "That's hot."
This time he initiated the kiss, and took them deeper. His tongue parted her lips and delved inside the warm cavern of her mouth and explored. He met her tongue and they danced, a light gentle dance, while he reached between them to loosen her pants. When he had them unfastened, he sat back on his knees and drew them down her legs and off. Then he repeated the process for her underwear. Once she was naked, he stood for a moment and removed his clothes under her studious gaze, then parted her legs and sat on his haunches between them. He met her gaze and held it for a moment, a heartbeat, of silent communication. You're so beautiful his eyes said to her. Please touch me hers responded to him.
He reached for the oil again. This time he poured it out of the bottle in a long stream down each leg. His fingers chased the oil on either side of him and he spoke again.
"These legs. So long. So strong. Knowing how they feel clasped around me when I'm deep inside you," his fingers reached her feet and started making their return journey, "That's hot."
When his hands met again at the apex of her thighs, he used gentle fingers to part her folds and poured more oil over the already glistening flesh he had revealed. She moaned deeply at the sensation of new moisture over the slick sensitive skin. He traced the pools of oil, massaging them into her flesh, starting at the outside and moving inward in slow concentric circles. When he reached her clit, he traced circles around it as she squirmed and moaned, then finally lightly flicked fingers soaked not just with the oil over the bundle of nerves. She moaned again and he spoke. This time his voice was near-reverent in tone.
"Seeing how wet you are. How aroused. How you respond to the slightest touch," he flicked her clit again with gentle fingertips, "That's hot."
He reached once again for the oil and when he met her gaze this time, he saw impatience, frustration, and desire. This time his eyes silently requested indulgence, relaxation, and he watched as she took a deep breath and blew it out. She gave him a tiny nod, an answer to his unspoken request, and he poured the oil over his own fingers. He put the oil down and slid two of his fingers deep inside her. She let out a long, low, moan and her eyes closed in ecstasy. He moved his fingers in and out of her in long deep strokes, pressing his palm against her center each time his fingers were buried to the hilt. As she began to moan and pant her escalating passion, he spoke again, his voice rough with passion.
"Watching you get close. Feeling my fingers buried deep inside you. Knowing that you'll clasp down on me so hard when you come," he watched carefully, studying her, reading the signs he knew so well, and just at the right moment, hooked his fingers inside her and pressed his palm firmly against her, "That's hot," he repeated just as she came with a scream.
Before she could react, before she was done riding out the orgasm, he shifted and replaced his fingers with his hot hard flesh. She clasped around him, still spasming, and he rode her orgasm out in deep strokes.
When she finally subsided, he stilled within her and leaned down to kiss her deeply, passionately. He pulled back and met her eyes once again and started stroking in and out of her in deep strong motions of his hips. "This," he said quietly between strokes, "being joined with you, in the most intimate way two people can be. Being able to not just say how much I love you, but show you with everything I am. This is the most hot of all."
The eyes that met his this time were filled with unshed tears. She sighed and spoke. "Oh, Kaidan…"
Then he kissed her again and they were silent as they rode the waves of their passion and love and reached their completion together.
When she was lying on his chest later, basking in the afterglow in quiet contentment, she broke the silence and spoke. "I really don't want to know where you learned that."
"Mmm," he replied, and managed to make a single sound mean 'no you really don't.'