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A/N: Pretty much, just assume that eternalshiva helped me with this, for the rest of where ever this goes. Now, on with French Kaidan!
Shepard found Kaidan in the shuttle bay, and it looked suspiciously like he was meditating. Curious, she sat down cross-legged in front of him, and placed her palms on his knees to get his attention.
"Oui?" he peeked one eye open to study her, "Est-ce que je peux t'aider, cher?"
She took in his crackling blue aura, his gorgeous brown eyes reflecting blue back at her. She inhaled his scent, a hint of the spicy whiskey she now knew he kept in a flask in his footlocker, sandalwood, and armor polish. "No, I was just looking for you."
He chuckled, and leaned into her, capturing her lips with his, his strong hands pulling her into his lap with the help of the accumulated dark energy. "M'as-tu manqué?"
She smiled slyly, "Actually, I was hoping you could teach me something."
" Certainement, cher."
"You don't even know what I want yet," she laughed, pushing playfully against his chest.
" Je suis certain que c'est pas un problème," his smug smile crossed his lips, and he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her face, normally difficult to read, was open and laughing, amusement twinkling in her sapphire blue eyes.
"I want you to teach me that stasis field you use."
"Why would you ever need to use it? Up close and personal is more your style," his confusion was evident in his tone, as well as wariness. He was certain he was being set up, he just wasn't sure how.
"Exactly. I could put a small group in stasis before charging into them. Decimation is the name of the game," he raised an eyebrow out her bloodthirsty tone, slightly taken aback as she winked at him.
"Well, if you think you'll actually use it," he trailed off, disappointed when she clamored out of his lap, springing back several feet to toss a weak stasis field at him. He chuckled as the effect wore off within seconds, and jumped to his feet. "Pas pire, pour un amateur."
"I've been watching you," she grinned, taking a fighting stance, waggling her eyebrows at him.
"Aimes-tu ce que tu vois?" he drawled, sauntering over to her on his long legs. He gripped her hips pulling her back flush against him. "Just follow my lead, cher," he murmured, making her shiver as they charged up their biotics together, and she silently went through the motions with him, feeling the subtle difference in the crackle of his dark energy.
He was surprised, she learned quickly. She had a knack for mastering her biotics he'd only seen in asari and himself. She could sense the shift in his aura, the differences in the way he manipulated the energy pulsing around them. He grinned, and set his lips to her neck, trying to distract her as she focused on the task at hand.
She shrugged her shoulder, attempting to deter him, but he persisted. He brushed his hand down her belly, his finger sneaking into her pants. She shivered against him, and narrowed her eyes as she hurled the ball of dark energy at a makeshift target.
"Très bien," he murmured into her ear, his hands slipping further into her pants, sliding through the curls at the apex of her thighs to stroke her softly, slipping his fingers through her soft folds. "Je parie que tu es déjà humide pour moi, nest-ce pas?" he asked softly, his lips whispering against her ear.
She groaned in frustration, she was trying to learn a new technique, but he was distracting her with his lips against her ear, his fingers gliding against her slick sex. She groaned loudly, her head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers pushed against her tight entrance, his thumb pressing tight circles against her delicate nub.
She panted as she tried to resist his considerable efforts, trying to concentrate on manipulating the dark energy swirling around them both. She closed her eyes, her focus waning as his hot lips closed over the sensitive lobe of her ear, his fingers sliding easily into her molten center. She gasped, rocking her hips back against him, flaring brightly as he nibbled along the column of her throat, his fingers delving deeply into her core.
His husky laughter met her ears, and with a strangled cry she shoved him away from her. "You're supposed to be teaching me," she rasped, eyeing him, her pupils dilated, her breasts heaving with each erratic breath she took. She stared at him as he flared and sauntered closer to her, and growled in her throat as she found herself stuck firmly in place.
"Tu planifie quelque chose, ma chérie," he murmured, kissing her silently snarling lips.
He sighed in frustration as EDI's voice filtered through the large space, "Shepard, you are needed in the Port Cargo Bay. Grunt is being…unruly.
Kaidan released the stasis field and Shepard stomped over to him, plowing her glowing fist into his belly, the air rushing out of his lungs at contact. He scowled as she stalked towards the elevator, tossing a narrow-eyed glance over her shoulder before the elevator door slid shut behind her.
Not much later, Shepard ran into Kaidan on the crew deck, still damp from a shower, his towel tucked around his hips; heading towards the crew quarters. She grinned evilly and snatched his towel away from him with her biotics, licking her lips at the view. Her eyes traveled down his sculpted form, from his broad shoulders, down his muscular back, to the delicious rounding of his rear, and he gaze landed on the tattoo on his left cheek. It was a fist, glowing and crackling with biotic sparks, and with every flex of his ass, the energy seemed to charge up and dissipate. It was an impressive piece of art.
She laughed, and twirled the towel in her hands, snapping it at the glowing fist, making him yelp at the unexpected contact. She smirked, and froze him in place with a stasis field, the one she had learned years ago but never mastered. With a malicious glint in her eyes, she moved closer to him, the swagger of her hips enough to make his mouth as dry as the Sahara.
"Tu le savais déjà," he accused hoarsely.
"You never told me about your tattoo," she retorted, trailing a fingertip over the design, making his skin jump under her touch.
He swallowed, "Tu m'a déjà vu nu, cher."
"Yeah, but you're so busy bending me over, or fucking me against a wall, I never have gotten a good look at your… assets," she murmured appreciatively, her warm palm gripping his backside firmly.
He groaned, desperately fighting the field locking him into place. He held his breath as she circled him, her fingers exploring his damp, naked flesh. He caught her gaze, and had he been able, his head would have fallen back, and his knees would have gone weak at the predatory gleam present in her gaze.
She stepped in front of him, her lips centimeters in front of his, her breasts just grazing his chest. "I'm going to suck your cock until you're begging to bury yourself inside me," she said, her voice oddly flat and yet still seductive, one eyebrow raised as she slowly lowered herself to her knees. His breath caught in his throat as her lips closed around the tip of his full erection, her tongue swirling hotly around the silken head. Her lips traveled the length of his arousal, and she pulled her mouth away with a soft pop. "You could teach me French," she murmured, her lips brushing against his sensitive skin.
"Uh, qu-qu'est-c-ce que t-tu veux savoir?" he managed as her hot lips slid up and down his length, her tongue flickering against him.
"How do you say cock?" she mumbled around him, barely understandable.
"Bizoune," he gasped, his hips twitching in place, groaning against the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him.
"Bizoune," she garbled, making him chuckle in spite of himself. He exhaled audibly as her hand came up to cup his balls. "These?"
"Couilles," he groaned, wishing desperately he wasn't stuck in place.
Her words muffled as her tongue licked him from base to tip, "Couilles," she murmured huskily, "I'm going to suck you?" she asked, her lips closing over him again, the suction her lips created nearly his undoing.
"J-Je vais te- ah, cher," he murmured, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head, her lips pulling away as she rocked back on her heels.
"I'm waiting," she said, her voice husky with need.
"Je vais te sucer," he whispered harshly, a gravelly moan breaking from his lips as her lips closed around him again.
Her lips curved in a sexy smile around him, "Je vais te sucer," she repeated, her eyes never leaving his.
He bit back a groan as he flared brilliantly, freeing himself from the stasis field, fisting his hand in her hair, his other hand closing around her upper arm. He hauled her to her feet, and slammed her against the nearest wall, yanking her pants down, hearing seams rip in the process. He thanked his lucky stars that she'd left her boots in her cabin and with a fierce groan, he pulled her thighs up to wrap around her hips, and plunged into her, dragging a soft cry of surprise from her.
""Je vais te baiser," he whispered fervently, pumping his hips into her, filling her with every thrust of his hips.
"Je vais te baiser," she panted against his shoulder, her sharp, white teeth clamping down on the pulse point of his throat. She moaned sharply, her back bowing against the bulkhead behind her as he stroked her to her heated core with each thrust of his hips, and she tilted her pelvis to meet every movement of his hips.
"Viens pour moi, ma chérie," he whispered, his teeth pulling at the sensitive lobe of her ear, making her breath come in uneven pants.
Her thighs tightened around his hip, and she gasped out, "Viens pour moi, ma chérie." She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging half-moons into his flesh as her orgasm ripped through her, dragging him helplessly after her with a shout. She arched her hips against him, her breath coming in soft gasps as she rode out the wave of their release with him.
"Merde," he swore softly, leaning his head against the cool metal of the wall behind her. Her lips met his in soft kiss. "Tu sais, je t'aime vraiment, cher,"
"Mmm, je t'aime," she murmured softly, repeating words he'd previously whispered to her. This time, they sounded perfect.
