She's not the least surprised that she doesn't see him until they are on the Normandy when Anderson gives them the tour.
Anderson admits to himself that the two work well together.
Their efficiency surprises him, each providing concise reports, fitreps and evaluations of the ship and crew within a day of their postings.
Much to his relief; Anderson is left alone as his XO handles issues among the crew with such ruthless efficiency they never make it to Anderson.
Well, that's what he believes until Declan, as he requested to be called, corners him in his cabin.
"Anderson, unless you want a footless XO, we are going to have to do something about the bunk beds," the man laughs as he runs a hand over his skull.
"Commander there is nothing wrong with the bunk beds, they are standard issue on all ships, the only difference is that they are of Turian design."
Anderson answers without looking up at the man before continuing.
"Besides there was one bed, as well as one desk before I was delivered two Shepards. Nothing I can do about it now."
When he looks up the Commander is gone.
Down on the crew deck Declan finds his counterpart engaged in a conversation with the second biotic of their crew, Major Kaidan Alenko.
She waves him over as she asks, "So how was BaAT?"
She acknowledges his presence with a nod as she continues her conversation with Alenko, who is rubbing a hand across the back of his neck before he answers.
"Hard, definitely doesn't live up to the fancy brochures they sent to our parents, not to mention…" he smiles nervously.
"Yeah I'd heard rumors that the teachers weren't …" she points at him then herself, "they weren't us."
Declan can't help but notice that the biotic's eyes light up when she puts the two of them together.
I need to break this shit up real quick, he thinks to himself.
"Commander, I wasn't aware that you went to any Alliance program for your biotics," he says questioningly, watching as Kaidan's brows go up.
She chuckles, leading both men to the table where Declan immediately takes the chair next to her, leaving Alenko to sit across from them.
The arrangement doesn't present a problem to the officer as he seems content given the way he meets her eyes before relaxing back into the chair.
She pulls her hair from the tight braid, scratching her scalp for several minutes before flipping the hair from her eyes.
"No, I didn't need to go to BaAT or any of the other programs. I have the best biotic trainer out there, my dad."
She pauses long enough to braid her hair back up and Alenko fills the gap.
"Your dad, is he one of the trainers at BaAT or Jump Zero?" Alenko asks.
"Nope my dad's the Berserker," she smiles, her eyes warm with affection.
Kaidan grabs her hand then remembers where they are and jerks his hand away.
"I'm sorry. I got a bit excited there. Are you serious, you dad's the Biotic Berserker? Your dad's the man who can pull a charge without the tell tale flare? The biotic that … that doesn't need modded warp ammo because he can warp it himself. Your dad's…"
She smiles.
"Yeah he's all that and more, but I think he's stop carrying a weapon. He's advanced-well devolved back into some old habits. He flat lines his enemies now. Well, he used to before they gave him Anderson's old post."
Both he and Kaidan have to actively close their mouths.
"Flat line?" Declan asks hesitantly.
She nods her head, "Yeah, flat line. He shuts down his enemy's heart."
We both shake our heads as we say, "Biotics can't do that!"
She shakes her head and shrugs.
"Why not, the body is an electrical powerhouse. We biotics use charged eezo, which is just an advance form of electricity. If you know where the current starts and stops; you can kill the circuit."
Kaidan sits back in his chair, arms crossing as his brow furrows and she looks over at DeClan stating;
"I haven't gotten that far yet, I just picked up my first A&P book last week."
She rises from the table and leaves the two of them sitting in silence until Kaidan speaks.
"About how long do you think it will take her to figure that out?"
When their eyes meet, he receives a grim stare as DeClan replies.
"Do we really want the Butcher to know that is a better question."
He finds her on the bridge looking over Joker's shoulder as he completes a jump.
The Spectre is standing alongside of her.
As she looks over her shoulder, he jerks his head and signs for her to meet him in the cargo bay.
She's barely past the Mako when he's drags her between a stack of crates, lifting her onto one before pulling open her BDU over shirt.
"So tell me about the Turian?"
"Do you really want to know?" Is her reply as the wide belt is removed and quick fingers undo the buttons of her cargos.
He tugs off her boots, dragging the pants down her legs before throwing her knees over his shoulders.
"He doesn't think I muddle his tongue," she remarks casually right before he puts his mouth to her.
A laugh bubbles from her lips when his mouth presses into a hard line.
"We haven't been on the ship for a month and you've already done the Spectre? Where, when?"
She stretches and the bottom of the tee shirt lifts to reveal a trio of healing talon marks along her waist.
"I could ask the same of you," she sighs; "your navigator is a blabber mouth. She goes on and on about how big you are. Sighing and cooing about how gentle and considerate you are. How many times you ma ..."
He shuts her up by slamming into her, well it doesn't shut her up but it does stop the current dialogue.
He finds her still slick; wet with the Turian's spend.
It both anger and turns him on causing him to swell thicker inside her.
She bites down on his thumb as she convulses around him and he yanks his hand away.
He's really tired of explaining the cuts and marks she inflicts to Chakwas.
"Did he make you come this fast?" He growls as he tilts her hips upward, narrowing her sheath around him.
She nods, laughing through her release, "Nearly a dozen times before he finally fucked me. You gonna keep score now?"
"Slut," he laughs as she comes again drawing her lower lip between her teeth to muffle her cries.
She wraps her legs around his waist and locks her arms around his neck as she sits up and rides him down to the floor.
She cushions the impact by flaring her biotics to trip a miniature lightening storm across his skin that nearly pushes him over the edge.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Commander? FYI, I've only slept with three men. You, the Turian and the other is really none of your business. So how is your navigator? Is she vocal?" Her voice hard.
He shakes his head, he's throbbing within her, but he won't release.
"Come on, tell me. Did you come or did you fake it? You promised to hold it," she whispers into his ear.
"Faked it," he grits out between clenched teeth, earning a smile as she presses on.
"So did you know that sparring is foreplay to Turians?"
He bangs his head against the floor.
"Hate you, hate you, hate you!" Is the mantra that leaves his lips while she continues talking.
"Turians don't give head either, it's something about the teeth. Speaking of tongue. His not yours; isn't like ours; it's like a cat's tongue but so much longer and agile."
She grinds herself against him; laughing.
"Adan, I really don't give a shit about that right now. Why don't you just shut the fuck up."
He moans as she tightens herself around him, planting her feet alongside his thighs to lift herself so she can glide up and down his length.
His hands go to her waist to hold her to him as he strokes against her g-spot and grinds her clit into the wiry hair at his groin.
Her head goes back as her breath becomes panting moans and her biotics crackle against him.
He smirks as she continues the pace he's set and he strokes across the engorged bud at her center.
"Are you close?" He asks.
But he already knows that she is.
He's been watching the tell-tale flush that blooms up her neck to color her cheeks but hasn't quite reached the shell of her ears.
She nods, attempting to increase their pace but he holds her still as he delivers several hard thrusts before lifting her off him.
"Great but I've got a meeting with Anderson in…" he smiles as his omni-tool beeps, "5 minutes so I need you to hold that thought."
He sets her on the cold metal floor before he gets up, closes his trousers, and readjust his tunic.
He leaves her, naked on the floor with her mouth wide before her eyes narrow.
He is nearly onto the lift when a toss flings him into the far wall as the door closes behind him.
He can hear her swearing once the ringing in his ears stop from his head hitting the dense metal.