A/N: Horny Shepard is horny... and frustrated and embarrassed. You have been warned. Also, I'm not the owner of these characters. I just like making them dance like puppets on a string! BWAHAHAHAHA!


Honesty

He had seen her dance.

Fuck.

She turned crimson at the memory.

He had fought through a migraine and watched her dance.

She hadn't ever thought to dance for an audience again. It was... unnerving. She sat at her desk looking over at the sofa he had been laying on. Sighing, she released her hair from its typical tight bun. She ran her fingers through it, her scalp tingly as the pressure eased. She was trying to figure out what just happened.

"Oh what you do to me, Kaidan Alenko..." she breathed out heavily in frustration.

She hadn't remembered a time that he had been so close to her since, well, since before. At least not one when there wasn't gunfire, hospitals, Reapers or Cerberus. She hadn't quite counted on wanting to kiss him so badly.

"Hell, who am I kidding?" she asked herself. "I wanted him to rip my clothes off and fuck me on the shuttle bay floor."

She finally decided that she needed to be honest with herself about this. She wanted him. She loved him, true as she had told him a few days ago, but it was more than that. She craved him; his hands on her skin, the taste of him, his sweetness, and definitely his cock—wherever he wanted to put it. And she wanted him now and in every way possible. She craved his slow and gentle touch as they made love, but she also wanted him to play quick and dirty and rough.

Or maybe I just need to get laid.

She sighed, trying to substitute another for him, but it didn't work. She wanted HIM, dammit. She wanted all of him and only him.

She blew out her frustration. There was no way he could be what she wanted right now, despite their attempts to patch up the broken fragments of their relationship.

Fuck.

She sat there thinking about what started all this mess and then remembered that she had yet to send her mother a message—as had become their tradition on this day, and on the day her father died. The tragedies had brought them closer together, though not by much. She opened up the terminal in front of her and began recording.

"Hey Mom. Look. I don't know when you'll get this or if you'll get it. I know things are crazy right now with the Reapers attacking and all. I just wish I could go to everyone and say 'I told you so.' But I digress. I just wanted to let you know that I remembered is all. I hope you are doing well—or as well as can be." She pushed her long hair out of her face as she sighed heavily. She hadn't made a habit of sharing things so easily with Hannah Shepard, but she needed someone to talk to.

"And, Mom, I... I have a situation. I don't really have anyone I can talk to about it, not since... not since Marianne died." She flipped the holo-frame, which was still on her desk, but in a permanent face down position, over and sighed again as she looked at it.

"There's this guy... And before you get your panties in a twist, he's a really nice guy. And I... I think I love him. I mean, I'm pretty sure I love him. And... I don't know. Things have been complicated for a while, but I'm hoping to get everything patched up before the entire universe goes to shit. I guess, with everything going to hell, I just wanted you to know... that I'm trying to find some... happiness." She rubbed her temples.

"Well, it's late and I've got a lot to do if I'm going to save the galaxy... again. I just wanted you to know that I remembered. Love you, Mira."

She signed off and flopped onto her large bed. Her hair fanned out in a halo around her. The bed felt too big, too empty to her all of a sudden. She grabbed a pillow and screamed her frustration into it.

Fuck.

Fucking Kaidan.