NSFW ahead...
"You clean up nicely."
A jolt of arousal shot through Kaidan as Shepard purred in his ear. She was standing next to him at the head of the receiving line, just past the doors of the hotel banquet hall, and clearly she'd decided to take the brief pause in the otherwise-steady stream of Council dignitaries and Alliance brass to get him all bothered.
"I could say the same to you," he whispered back gruffly, turning his head just so his breath ghosted over her ear. "But I have to say, I think I prefer you naked."
He heard Shepard inhale sharply and he saw her throat work as she swallowed. Turnabout is fair play, after all.
Before she could volley back, Admiral Hackett approached with a pair of other Alliance officers in tow. Kaidan played along, greeting them as protocol demanded, but his mind was elsewhere. Somewhere in the vicinity of Shepard's breasts, specifically.
An hour later, after the receiving line had finally ended, Kaidan sidled up next to Shepard at the bar. He didn't say anything to her at first, preferring to lean on one elbow and subtly eye her up and down.
"So, Kaidan, how late do you figure this thing is supposed to go?"
Kaidan shrugged and turned to face the bar, ordering a Peruvian whiskey with one ice cube – he normally drank the stuff straight, but being an official function and all, a little dilution was necessary. "Why, Commander? There's something else you'd rather be doing tonight?" he said out of the corner of his mouth, pretending to be overly interested in just how the bartender was pouring his drink.
Shepard huffed slightly and he could feel her inch a little closer. "I can think of a few things."
Kaidan swirled the ice cube around the tumbler a few times before taking a sip. "Oh?"
"Mmm. But I wouldn't know where to start."
"Well," he said, pushing away from the bar and turning to face her. She turned slightly, meeting his eyes. "You think about what you'd like me to do you first, and I'll catch you later." He took another sip from his glass and winked at her over the rim before he walked away.
He wasn't usually one for such blatant flirting, at least not in public, but he hadn't seen her for two days, after the Council and Alliance had gotten their claws into her, and all he could really think about was the last time they'd been together. They'd stayed in his hotel room for a full day, and it'd been something of a game for them: how many times could they have each other in a 24-hour period. He'd lost count after six.
Kaidan didn't see Shepard again until sometime later, just before Anderson was to present her with an award for her leadership in the Battle of the Citadel, as it had been dubbed. It was only three weeks past, and the Citadel was in more or less the same state it had been in before they'd headed directly to Alliance HQ in Vancouver, but the Normandy and its crew was due to ship out again in a week, so the commendations had been fast-tracked.
When she was finally free, he moved to her before someone else could swoop in. "I meant to tell you earlier, Shepard," he said, keeping his voice low. "The dress suits you." And it did – it was still some sort of Alliance styling, navy blue with gold trim, but it hugged her curves in a way that the standard issue casuals never quite managed.
"Thanks, Alenko," she replied, rather demurely.
He was about to tease her for her formal tone, until Anderson's voice boomed just over his shoulder, calling Shepard over. He turned around and watched her walk away with Anderson. Then she stopped when she was a few feet ahead and excused herself. She retraced her steps, a small smirk playing at her lips.
"Kaidan, there was something that I meant to tell you as well."
"What's that?"
She leaned in towards him, and dropping her voice to a whisper, she said, "I'm not wearing anything under this thing."
Kaidan felt himself harden instantly, and his throat went dry. He brought a fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, but kept the fist in place to prevent any inadvertent lip reading. "The minute you can get free, meet me upstairs."
"Fine. But leave the dress blues on," she said with a wink before turning to walk back to Anderson, and he concentrated on not staring at her ass as she went.
Once the last speeches had been given, Kaidan quietly snuck out of the banquet hall and made his way up to his room on the 38th floor. The room was dark when he entered, but he didn't turn the lights on. The rest of downtown Vancouver sprawled out beyond the giant plate glass windows along the far side of the room, allowing in enough ambient light.
Instead of undressing as he would normally have done, he left his formals on per Shepard's request and went to sit on the edge of the bed and looked out the window. The city outside was a maze of glass buildings that almost gave off their own light in the way that they reflected everything else around them, and the little red lights that helped in hover car wayfinding flashed on and off at random intervals.
Shepard wasn't far behind, letting herself into the room shortly after he'd gotten there. He turned when he heard the door hiss open, and slowly walked towards her.
"Finally," she said quietly, smiling at him.
"Finally," he repeated, reaching for her hips.
Shepard didn't waste any time. She claimed his mouth hungrily, and he responded in kind, whisking his tongue over hers. He moaned at the same time as she did, thrilling at finally having her alone after the long evening. His hands moved from her hips to her ass and he gripped her roughly. She responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck as far as she could reach and drawing up onto her toes for leverage. She ground her hip into him, rubbing against his erection and he groaned from deep in his chest.
She leaned her head back slightly and moved her lips his ear, nipping at his earlobe and then kissing her way down his neck. "Those old Alliance guys sure love to talk," she whispered between kisses. "I felt like I was never going to get you alone."
Kaidan put a hand on Shepard's shoulder and brushed the strap of her dress down her arm, covering the now-exposed skin with his mouth. He bit down, and she gasped, her finger nails digging into his arms through the fabric of his formals, and then he laved the bite with his tongue. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled slightly, angling his mouth up to meet hers, and she kissed him forcefully.
Shepard pulled away a moment later, pushing him away with one hand in the centre of his chest. "Let's get a proper look at you, Lieutenant. I need to make sure your suit meets Alliance standard."
Kaidan chuckled and stood up straight, pulling at the hem of his jacket to straighten it.
Shepard took her hand back, not before letting it drag down his front and just barely above his cock. She watched to see his reaction, but he held the hiss in.
"Now, Lieutenant. Is that anyway to greet a superior officer?"
"Sorry, Commander." He brought his right hand up in salute, and as he did, she put a hand on his opposite arm and walked behind him, drawing her hand up over his shoulder and along the back of his neck. He felt the skin prickle at her light touch and the little hairs there stood up on end.
She stopped directly behind him, both hands resting on his shoulder blades. "At ease, Alenko," she whispered. The faint brush of her breath over his ear made his cock twitch and he clenched his right hand into a fist at his side as the sensation washed over him.
Shepard's hands travelled down his back, and onto his hips, her fingers crawling forwards slowly. They stopped just under the vee of his pelvic muscle, and he resisted bucking his hips. She let her hands rest in that spot for just a moment, before she drew them back over his ass to knead at the rounded muscles.
"Satisfied, Commander?"
"Mmm… not quite yet."
Kaidan turned around and swept Shepard up into his arms, moving towards the bed behind them. He set her down on the edge of it and kissed her, tugging on her lower lip with his teeth as he pulled away. "What's it going to take?"
Shepard cupped him through his pants, squeezing slightly. He groaned and leaned his hips forward into her palm. "Permission to disrobe, Lieutenant," she said playfully before pulling herself back further onto the bed.
Kaidan laughed, something quick and low, and started to remove his jacket. "Smooth."
Shepard giggled slightly and leaned back against the pillows. "I thought it was pretty clever."
She was watching him undress, her eyes following his hands as they worked at each piece of clothing. If she hadn't just worked him into a slight frenzy with her 'inspection,' he might have taken his time, to torture her a little, but his pants were constricting enough as it was.
Eager though he was, he was still mindful of the dress blues, carefully laying them over the back of an armchair near the window. He moved along the side of the bed, and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, pulling them off in one swift movement.
Shepard smiled up at him as he crawled over her. Her hand went straight for his cock, gripping him and stroking upwards, and he exhaled in a sharp huff, not expecting it.
"Your turn," he said, pulling away from her touch and reaching around her back for the zip of her dress.
"I guess that's fair," she replied, shimmying her shoulders free from the straps. She leaned back into the pillows and angled her hips upwards to let him pull the garment off and away. "But, you don't have to go fold mine or anything, Kaidan. The Alliance does have laundry services, you know."
Kaidan tossed the dress onto the armchair, figuring it was a good compromise between where she would have left it on the floor and the careful fold he'd have given it. She hadn't been lying – she'd been naked save for the dress, and his erection throbbed at the thought of how she'd navigated the party downstairs that way.
He leaned over her and took a nipple into his mouth, working the other with his thumb. She gasped and leaned up into him, taking him in hand and stroking him. He didn't want to spend himself in her hand, at least not at this point, so he clutched her closer to him and rolled them over.
Shepard straddled him, bracing her hands against his stomach. She looked down at him as he savoured her form.
She ground her hips into him, and he moaned at her warmth. She mewled and dug her fingers into his chest and lifted herself slightly away from him. Kaidan looked at her face, eyes screwed shut and lips parted as she breathed raggedly. Arrant strands of her dark hair fell into her face, and he brushed them away. He wanted to savour these moments as long as he possibly could, but he knew he wouldn't last long. He took her by the hip in one hand, and slowly guided his cock into her with the other, gently pushing her back down onto him.
They gasped at the same time, as he slid into her slick warmth and filled her. He kept a hand firmly on her hip and moved the other to knead and caress her breast. Shepard rocked her hips against him, slowly and purposefully, and as she worked him, he felt her tighten around him rhythmically. He took her by the hips with both hands, thrusting into her as she ground down onto him. She moved a hand between them and stroked herself, and his hand soon brushed hers away. He rubbed his thumb into her, and she fell forward, hands on either side of his head as she kissed him forcefully. She moaned into his mouth as he bucked harder against her, his ass rising off the bed fully. She pulled away from his mouth slightly, crying out his name as he brought her to her climax. He felt her shudder around him, and he groaned, long and low, and he thrust into her one last time as he came.
She collapsed onto him, boneless against his chest, her head lying beside his, cheek to cheek. He breathed heavily and pressed kisses into her shoulder, her skin slick with cool sweat.
Shepard rolled off of him and tucked herself into his side, running small circles into his chest with her fingertips. "We should rest up," she whispered before kissing his cheek. "We've got a record to break."