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A/N: once again, thanks to eternalshiva for translating, and I've added the translations at the bottom again. Enjoy!


The smell of perfume clung to Kaidan's nostrils, and he stifled a groan as the scent triggered the start of a migraine. It took all his considerable discipline not to scowl at his dancing partner, and he glanced around the VIP lounge of Afterlife, trying to spot Shepard somewhere near by. So far, he'd danced with a few asari, rescued a stripper from an over-zealous turian, and started a bar fight.

Across the bar, sitting glumly as Kaidan danced sensuously with petite brunette and ruthlessly quashed her jealousy. They were working. There were a few asari in the VIP lounge, mostly strippers, and none matching the description of Morinth. She frowned into the glass of whiskey she'd be nursing for most of the evening; they had changed the original plan to include Kaidan, as Samara believed Morinth would be more interested in the mercenary than the soldier.

She held her breath as an asari in a sleek black skinsuit approached him, leading him to a table in the darkest corner of the bar.

Kaidan hid a grimace behind his hand as Morinth studied him, her desire obvious in her icy blue eyes. He only just resisted the urge to rub his pounding temples as her fingers drifted lazily along his arm. He listened with half an ear as she spoke to him, and made the appropriate noises to keep her interested. He leaned into the table, palming the knife he had strapped to his thigh as he'd suited up. There was no way he was going back to this succubus' apartment, no way in hell.

He saw the look of surprise as he slid the sharp knife between her unarmored ribs, and she flared weakly. He knew the precise moment she died as he watched the life drain from her cold blue eyes, and silently said thanks to Thane, who'd given him advice on how best to quickly dispatch this particular threat. Morinth's body slumped down in the booth next to him, and he grimaced at the small trickle of blood slowing pooling between them. Thane's advice had also included how to produce the least amount of blood for a clean getaway.

He glanced up and his vision swam as Shepard moved swiftly across the room towards him, "Tabarnak, la conne m'a drogué," he slurred to himself.

Shepard slipped into the booth on the other side of Morinth, propping her body between them so she looked like just another drunken patron. "What the hell did you just do?" she hissed, "Are you high?" she asked incredulously as she took in his fully dilated pupils.

"Marguerite, t'es si belle, je pourrais te manger," he slurred as she pulled him to his feet; leaving Morinth's body slumped in the dark booth. Her breath hitched in her throat as his strong hand came up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over fabric covered nipple. He swallowed her slight moan of protest as his lips captured hers, and his arm wrapped around her slender wrist, pulling her flush against him, his bulging erection pressing against her hip as he plundered her sweet mouth.

The throbbing in his head lessened as the drug swam in his system, and his wet lips skimmed over her cheek to suckle the sensitive lobe of her ear, "Laisse moi t'aimer," his breath hit her ear in hot puffs.

She half snorted, half moaned as she melted against his hard chest, "No, no, we have to get back to the ship," she breathed, pulling slightly away from him, frowning as his eye were becoming bloodshot. "Morinth drugged you," she stated flatly, concern creeping into the edges of her tone.

"Oui, cette chienne l'a certainement fait," he slurred, his lips traveling down the column of her throat, "Et maintenant, je peux seulement penser à toi. Chaude et humide, tu glisse sur ma…"

She cut him off with a quick kiss. "Come on, we need to tell Samara where she can find Morinth." She located Samara just outside, and one look at Kaidan told the Justicar he'd done the right thing at the right time, still, a shadow haunted her eyes. At Samara's urging, she guided Kaidan towards the shuttle back to the ship.

She sat beside him, and gasped as she suddenly found herself dragged across his lap. She glanced at the open cockpit door, and grimaced as he tugged her shirt from her pants, his hands sliding under to cup her breasts. She stifled a moan as he flicked her pebbled nipple through her bra, "Ah, ah, chère, tu vas vouloir être le plus tranquille que tu le pourras," he whispered against her skin.

He smirked at her as she squirmed in his lap, rubbing her hot center against his blatant arousal. "Cinquante crédits qui dit que tu ne pourras pas t'empêcher d'attirer l'attention du pilote," he murmured softly as he pulled her shirt over her head, and his tongue traced the outline of the satin cupping her breasts, leaving a hot trail of moisture behind on her skin.

She shifted as he pulled at the clasp of her pants, helping him to push them down her hips, and glanced around at to make sure the pilot wasn't onto them yet. Satisfied, she flipped open the fly of his jeans, pressing the flaps open as she drew his stiff member out into the open. His breath hissed between his teeth as her smooth palm wrapped around him, torturing him with each silky glide of her hand.

She felt his sultry gaze on her as she pursed her lips, pressing a finger to them in a shushing gesture, and pressed her lips to his throat, releasing her firm grip on his throbbing member. They both panted silently as his smooth tip butted against her hot, slick center. She stared deeply into his amber eyes as she slid down his thick shaft, taking him in deeply within her, her slick walls tightening almost painfully around him.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands wrapped around her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him, stroking up and down his length. Their lips fused together as swallowing each other's soundless moans as their orgasm grew within them in great waves. She grunted as some unexpected turbulence jarred the small space, sending him thrusting deeply within her.

"Hang on back there, it's going to be a little rough back there," the Cerberus pilot announced, unaware of the irony, focused on flying the shuttle through the debris field around Omega. They groaned in the back as they got tossed around the small space, and she let out a low moan as they were tossed to the floor, Kaidan landing atop her, pumping his hips into her with abandon. She hitched her legs up to wrap about his waist, tilting her pelvis as an orgasm ripped through her, her lips pressed firmly to his as he swallowed her soft moan.

He shuddered as her walls shuddered and pulsed around him, dragging him over the edge with her. His breath hissed between his teeth as he slumped drunkenly against her, his lips caressing the pulse point of her neck.

She shivered, and shoved at him as the shuttle leveled out, signaling they were close to docking with the Normandy. He rolled off her, holding her shirt hostage as she pulled her pants back on. "C'est un joli look sur toi," he rumbled deep in his chest, watching her as she looked around for her shirt, clad in her cargo pants and her bra.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and glared suspiciously at him as he pushed off the floor to sit in his sit again. "Give me my shirt back," she hissed urgently.

"Je ne l'ai pas," he lied smoothly, slurring slightly as he shifted in his seat, "Et d'ailleurs, j'aime ça quand tu n'as pas de chandail," he muttered as she straddled his lap.

She licked her lips, "Please give it back."

He leaned into her, his lips a hair's breadth away from hers, "Non." He smirked at her as the shuttle docked and the door swung open, grinning mischievously as she stood. His vision wavered and doubled in front of him as he stood, clutching her shirt tightly in his right hand. "Chère, je ne me sens pas bien," he muttered before his knees buckled and he pitched forward into her arms, slumping in unconsciousness.

She swore softly under her breath as Jacob raised an eyebrow at her shirtless state of dress. "Shepard, we've gotta quit meeting like this," he muttered, a laugh bubbling in his throat.

She growled at him, "Shut up, and help me with him. He was drugged with an unknown substance on Omega." She dragged Kaidan's arm across her shoulders, and Jacob did the same on his other side, together propping the bigger man up between them. She wrapped a strong arm around Kaidan's waist, and with Jacob's assistance, she got him up to the medbay.

Chakwas just raised an eyebrow at Shepard, and gestured towards the drawer she kept spare shirts in for her patients, and turned to looking after the groggy biotic who was beginning to come to. She peeled his eyelids opened, and flashed a penlight in his eyes, "Well, your pupils are beginning to return to normal, Alenko, but you are going to have one hell of a migraine."

Kaidan groaned as he slowly pushed to a sitting position, his head lolling about on his shoulders, "Baise moi," he groaned, his temples already pounding viciously.

Shepard sat gingerly on the bed next to him, "You want to stay here or come up to my cabin?" she whispered softly as Chakwas administered an injection of his meds.

He turned his head, and blinked wearily at her, "Je veux monter," he slurred.

Chakwas nodded, "I'll be up in a few minutes to give him some fluids. It doesn't seem fair for him to have a hangover when he was working."

Shepard shot the good doctor a grateful look as she helped Kaidan to his feet, shuffling him along towards the elevator. She grunted as she took most of his weight, leaning him against the wall of the elevator for the ride up to her cabin.

"Marguerite, je t'aime, ma chérie," he murmured sleepily as she poured him into their bed. She just smiled as she pressed a kiss to his brow. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.


Tabarnak, la conne m'a drogueFuck me, the bitch drugged me

T'es si belle, je pourrais te manger – You look good enough to eat

Laisse moi t'aimer –Let me love you

Oui, cette chienne l'a certainement fait – That bitch sure did

Et maintenant, je peux seulement penser à toi. Chaude et humide, tu glisse sur ma – And now all I can think about is you. Hot and wet, sliding down my

Tu vas vouloir être le plus tranquille que tu le pourras – you'll want to be as quiet as possible

Cinquante crédits qui dit que tu ne pourras pas t'empêcher d'attirer l'attention du pilote – Fifty credits says you can't help but attract our esteemed pilot's attention

C'est un joli look sur toi – That's a nice look on you

Je ne l'ai pas – I don't have it

Et d'ailleurs, j'aime ça quand tu n'as pas de chandail – Besides, I like you topless

Je ne me sens pas bien – I don't feel so great

Baise moi – Fuck me

Je veux monter – Wanna go up