Chapter II : Spectres
Kaidan's POV
" Hey, hey, what do you think you are doing?!"
Kaidan snapped at Shepard, taking hold of his jacket sleeve.
"I said it's my treat. So back off," he said, gently pushing him out of the way and reaching for his credit chip.
Shepard only raised his hands in defence, smile playing on his lips. Kaidan just gave him The look, and turned to the salarian waiter, offering him his credits.
Maybe this dinner was a good thing after all, Kaidan thought as he saw Shepard relaxed face and that quirky happy smile he was giving him. Well, considering what just happened, what he finally managed to get out of himself, he may even consider it the best dinner he ever had.
When Shepard approached him, in those impossibly tight trousers and wearing this impossibly sexi leather jacket, Kaidan had no he even owned, he felt he just found everything he ever wanted.
And then he said those words. And now…
To think that Shepard actually said yes, I want that too was beyond his comprehension.
"And besides," he glanced at Shepard. "I know you are trying to save credits for that that Black Widow rifle."
Kaidan turned back to the salarian, taking his credit chip back and thanked him for the dinner. Shepard turned to him, crossing his arms over his torso, fixing Kaidan with one of his commander like expressions.
"And how do you know that. Keeping tabs on me, major?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.
"I am a spectre too, remember?, " he said, his tone careful. He still wasn´t sure where he stood. Shepard may have said yes, but he seemed to be rather surprised by this whole relationship idea.
"The console shows. 170 hits, all by one user. Really, Shepard?," he looked at him teasingly. "I can buy it for you, if you want. And besides you may even need it as Garrus keeps boasting about how apparently you forgot how to shoot things."
"And that is certainly not true," Shepard answered with a stubborn wrinkle, forming on his forehead. "I´m the best damn infiltrator the Alliance has. The galaxy has. "
Kaidan nearly forgot how cute reaction he could elicit from commander, when he teased him. Well, probably he would be the only one to call him cute, as the others would rather go for something like menacing or threatening.
"It's no use denying. The rumour had already reached the C-sec headquarters, " started Kaidan, smiling lightly. "And what do you think will happen when it gets to the Special Tactics and Reconnaissance?"
The mission accomplished. Something flashed in those blue eyes. A challenge maybe, Kaidan wondered. His suspicion was confirmed seconds later, when Shepard gripped his shoulder, motioning him to follow.
"That's it, spectre Alenko. The shooting range. Now. "
Laughing, Kaidan let himself to be dragged to the elevator, secretly enjoying the feel of Shepard´s hand gripping his shoulder the whole way there.
The elevator ride was almost unbearable and for a first time Kaidan wondered when it wasn't. It´s like old times, God knows how much time they spend waiting in elevators. Various squad mates exchanging looks, joking with each. But never before he had to be in an elevator with someone who he just confessed to. Awkward would not be enough word right now.
Kaidan shifted nervously. His gaze turned to the turian diplomat in the corner. Surprisingly, he got his stare back, seeing something as recognition in the diplomat´s eyes. Right, he reminded himself, how he could forget. He apparently just confessed to no one else that The Saviour of the Citadel, to the leader of the whole reaper war. And by some miracle, or dumb luck, Shepard actually said yes and even seemed happy about it.
He straightened himself, looking at the apparently very interesting lift controls.
And then he felt it. A warm body behind him, leaning closer, leaning impossibly close to him. For a second he thinks he is going to lose his mind, just standing there, feeling Shepard pressed to his back. But, he knows John is testing him, that he wants to find his reaction. He is close, very close that Kaidan can feel his breath on the back of his neck. It's centimetres away, yet not touching. He wants it so much, wants to feel his arm around him, and wants to feel his hands sliding under his shirt….
Kaidan closed his eyes. Not a good time to lose his mind. Turians wouldn´t appreaciate it.
And then it was decided. He leaned back, content on playing this game. Heat raised to impossible level and he all he wanted was to push back even more. He was definitely not inclined not to look at the turian.
As the lift approached the embassies and stopped there, Kaidan nearly sighed expressing his disappointment. Shepard stepped out quickly, so very accidentally brushing his hands over Kaidan´s. Shepard stopped for a second to look back, offering him the most mischievous and also of the most fake innocent grins Kaidan ever saw. Kaidan immediately followed him to the spectre office, his stomach in a complete mess. So much for a fist class whisky.