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"Stop looking at me like that," Kaidan muttered from the side of his mouth to Shepard. She'd been watching him all night, and he was worried the Admirals would pick up on it. They were on Arcturus Station, at a celebration for the first human Spectre. Shepard had been dreading every minute, but she had allowed Liara and Ashley to fuss over her. She looked damn good in her blues, damn good.

Kaidan shook his head, and straightened his shoulders as an Admiral came over to congratulate Shepard, and he snapped off a sharp salute. He caught the look she gave him, her jaw clenched with the effort not to reach out and grab him and fuck him senseless.

His dress blues fit him like a glove, and she was itching to get him out of them. She sighed inwardly. Regs. Looking around the room, she saw Captain Anderson talking to Admiral Hackett, and decided to head their way and avoid the temptation Alenko presented.

He was having his own problems, fending off unwanted advances from the single ladies- and a few that weren't. He caught Shepard's eyes across the room, "Can we go?" he mouthed silently, desperately. She took in the petite brunette currently hanging on his arm and nodded.

Once they were on their way back to the ship, he tugged on his collar. "Thanks, I needed to get out of there."

"You certainly didn't lack for female attention," she noted smoothly.

"Unwanted attention," he reminded her quietly. He felt her fingers brush his, her hand briefly gripping his in a light squeeze.

They made their way back to the ship in silence, waiting as the decontamination cycle finished. "I'm going to hit the shower and catch some sleep," he murmured to her, realizing the lateness of the hour due to the skeleton crew in the CIC.

She nodded and they parted ways with wistful looks back at each other, and she headed towards her quarters. She paced, back and forth, until she was certain she'd walk a dent in the floor. "Screw this," she muttered to herself, and stormed out the door, making a beeline for the head.

The small locker room was unisex, and she could still hear the water running in one small stall, but no one else was around.

She slipped out of the soft cotton shorts and tank she'd donned for sleeping, and folded them up on the bench beside Kaidan's. She slid into the stall behind him, and wrapped her arms around him, her cheek pressing into his back.

"Ah, Shepard?" he hissed as her hands slid down his belly, wrapping around his stiff erection. He groaned and leaned his forehead against the wall as her fingers stroked him, playing over the silky head, her grip firm and sure as she pumped him.

The hot spray of the shower hit him in the chest, and with a ragged groan, he turned and pressed her up against the cool metal of the stall. She gasped as his fingers plunged into her slick center, his thumb rubbing circles against her sensitive nub. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts into his chest, her hips riding against his, his arousal slipping against her wet entrance.

"Shepard," he warned, murmuring against her throat as his hands drifted down to grip her ass, hauling her up so her legs could wrap around his waist. His lips pressed against hers, and she felt him pressing against her entrance, and she swallowed hard.

They both went absolutely still, however, when the door slid open and they heard drunken laughter from two of the crew as they stumbled in. His eyes widened, and bored into hers, and she saw the incredulous question posed there, "You didn't lock the fucking door?"

She screwed her eyes shut as she felt him slip between her folds, and back out again as he shifted his grip to keep her feet off the floor. Her breath came in swallow pants, and her heart raced in her chest as they waited in perfect silence for the intruders to leave.

They had other plans, however, "Lieutenant, is that you?" caming the slurring voice of Private Fredericks.

Kaidan ground his teeth together, and bit back a groan, "Yes, Private. It's me," His voice sounded strained to her ears, and she tightened her legs around his waist, and her hands dug into his shoulders when she felt herself slipping on the wall at her back.

"You just get back from the fancy party, LT?" came the voice of Private Greico, and a snicker was shared between the drunken cohorts.

"Yes, Private. I had to escort the Commander to the event," he ground out.

"She sure looks smokin' in her blues," Fredericks slurred, and chuckled with Greico.

"Private, that is highly inappropriate and entirely unprofessional. Commander Shepard is your commanding officer," Kaidan snapped, and she pressed her lips together in a thin line to prevent herself from laughing. The irony of his statement was not lost on her. "Now get lost before I write you both up for drunkenness."

"Yes, sir!" they replied and quickly filed out of the room.

As soon as the door shut, he dropped her to her feet and jumped away from her, "Jesus fucking Christ, Shepard! What are you trying to do?" he hissed quietly at her, turning off the showerhead and snagging his towel to wrap around his hips.

She went pale, "I didn't think…"

"That's the fucking problem, Shepard! You never think where I'm involved," he pulled her closer to him, and ruthlessly crushed his lips to hers. "I can't keep us from getting reported when you are hell bent on-"

She held a finger to his lips, "I know. I'm sorry, I know." She shook her head; "I've never had this problem before in my life. In my entire career."

His jaw bulged as he clenched his teeth together, "Shepard, we'll have some shore leave after this is over. After we find Saren, we'll take some shore leave, just the two of us. But this ship is too small, and we're too prominent to keep taking risks like this."

She squeezed his forearm and nodded her agreement, "Okay, I'll try to keep my hands to myself. No promises though."

He sighed, "That's all I can ask for. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm getting back in the shower to take an ice cold one."

She just grinned.