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A/N: There steamy bits ahead. Enjoy!
She took Kaidan and Garrus with her to recruit Dr. Mordin Solus. She figured it was as good a time as any to try out the abilities of her new squad member. Plus, her fighting style didn't mesh well with Miranda or Jacob. She was willing to do just about anything so she didn't have to take the Cerberus operatives with her.
He was falling in line fairly easily, and she was impressed by his biotics. He made use of a strong barrier; it was probably what had kept him alive for so long on his own. He also had a nifty trick of making it explode in a whirl of blazing dark energy, something she was very keen on learning. His own warp fields weren't as strong as hers, but that could be his implants or lack of development. He hadn't lied about his tech skills, either. She had been relying on Garrus' tech up to that point, but to be able to have her sniper keeping an eye out while someone else did the hacking was handy.
She winked at him as he used his biotics to pull an vorcha from cover, and with her own aura blazing, she hurled herself across the field at his target, sending her enemy flying with a boom as his biotics exploded. She turned to her right, and sent a shockwave quaking across the ground, expending the fallen mercs with her shotgun before they could recover from being knocked off their feet.
She heard Garrus call "All clear," and heard Kaidan jog up behind her.
"Nice moves, Shepard. Sexy," he murmured into her private channel, and she felt him undressing her with his eyes. She felt herself blushing, and grit her teeth as she moved to point. Garrus glared at the human, but said nothing.
Kaidan did some contemplating of his own; she impressed him thus far. He didn't often get to work with another biotic as strong as she. His spine tingled every time she tossed a warp field towards a merc he'd lifted into the air, triggering an explosion.
He had been bewildered when she'd given medi-gel to a batarian before questioning him to relieve his suffering. She had a reputation for being tough as nails, so the small kindness had surprised him. She'd also spared group of batarians holding up Dr. Solus' assistant, to his astonishment. He was trying to figure out what she was about; she wasn't meeting any of his expectations of her.
She was ruthless on the battlefield, and firm but courteous in her dealings with the persons she interacted with.
They were currently working to get the air flowing again to distribute the cure for some virus. There were vorcha all over, and several rocket troopers firing on their position. "Shepard!" he shouted when she didn't see the rocket headed straight for her. Her shields were down, he noted grimly. Without a second thought, he raised his barriers with his right hand, and tackled her bodily to the ground; the rocket glanced off his barrier to explode behind them.
They landed in a tangled heap; he was smothering her with his nearness. She felt her heart pounding in her chest, and turned her head to meet his gaze. She frowned as he slipped a hand down her side to rest on her hip, armored fingers stroking her between the plates of her gear. She sucked in a breath at the sensation, even covered, she felt the heated contact as though she were naked. "Thank you," she said quietly, after activating his private channel.
"It was absolutely my pleasure, Commander," he murmured back, fighting the urge to strip her gear off her right there in the field. He briefly touched his helmet to hers, and helped her to her feet. He noted with some confusion that his heart was pounding furiously in his chest, and his normally steady fingers were shaking. 'What the hell?'
It struck him like a ton of bricks, he cared if something happened to her. He'd been worried for her. He hadn't cared about another person since he was seventeen, and that hadn't ended well for him.
"Alright, Shepard?" Garrus asked, before sniping the last vorcha in sight.
"I'm fine, Garrus. Let's get this last fan on so we can get the hell out of here."
She found Kaidan working out in the shuttle bay, a bright blue corona surrounding him. She leaned a hip against the nearby console, waiting for him to notice her. It didn't take long.
He felt someone watching him, and glanced over his shoulder to smirk at her. He grabbed a towel, and wiped the sweat from his brow as he made his way over to her.
"Hey, Kaidan," she said quietly, shivering slightly when she felt his biotics tickling hers. She was still working out if she enjoyed the sensation, it didn't usually register when she was in close vicinity of other biotics, just him. Jacob and Miranda certainly didn't bother her like this. "I just wanted to thank you again."
He stopped short, puzzled, "For what?"
"Ah, for getting me out of a tight spot earlier," she replied, studying him curiosly.
He frowned at the reminder, "Oh, well, if something happens to you, I don't get paid," he knew it sounded cold, but he'd decided to put some distance between them. "So it is worth my while to watch your ass," he continued, and taking in the slightly fallen look on her face, he hurried on, "A most excellent ass it is, too." He took a few steps close to her, and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.
"Is that it?" she asked angrily, "You just want to protect your investment? You sound just like Miranda!" she snapped at him. "I just thought…" she snapped her jaw shut, and her eyes dropped away from his.
"Thought what, Shepard?" he advanced on her, crowding her against the console, their bodies flush against each other. "Thought we had something? Thought we could be friends?" he hissed through clenched teeth. "I'm a merc, Shepard, I don't have friends. Or lovers, for that matter; just one night deals. Is that what you want?" He roughly shoved a thigh between her legs, trying to ignore the way she unconsciously rubbed herself against him, the low moan of the escaped her throat.
"Do you want me to just use you, and forget you?" he fisted a hand in her hair, and jerked her head back, lowered his lips to her throat, nipped her skin with his teeth. He jerked her hips close to his, his arousal blatantly apparent between them, her hot center still rubbed firmly against his thigh.
She sucked in a deep breath, and looked him dead in the eye, "I'm unforgettable, you bastard." She reached up and jerked his lips to hers, her teeth biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, and she heard his moan of approval. She felt his fingers at her belt, tugging her fly open, one hot hand slipping down to rub at her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips bucked at the contact, and she moaned loudly against his lips.
He tore his lips away from hers, and fused them to her throat instead, his tongue brushing hot circles against her skin. He nearly groaned when he slipped a finger inside her hot core, and found her wet and waiting for him. His thumb circled her clitoris, dragging sweet, panting breaths from her. Her eyes fluttered closed as her climax coursed through her, and she cried out against his shoulder.
She pushed through the fog of her orgasm, and shoved him away from her. He protested, and tried to pull her back to him as she set her clothes to rights. She responded by tossing him away from her with a burst of dark energy, and walked lazily towards the elevator, a decided swagger in her steps. She looked back at him as he scowled at her, "You aren't the only one that can use someone." She smirked as the elevator door slid shut, and leaned heavily against the wall, rubbing her temples in confusion.
