Kaidan glanced up from the mug of coffee sitting before him in the mess, and watched as Shepard fixed herself a mug and slid into the chair next to him. "Hey, Shepard," he said, wincing at the sound of his own voice.
"Migraine?" she asked, and didn't wait for a reply before she slipped her cool hands over his temples in a gentle massage. He moaned softly, and leaned into her, thankful that it was the middle of the night and his migraine meds had left him restless so there was no one else about. They sat in companionable silence for several minutes, before she slicked a hand through his dark curls and massaged the back of his neck near his implant.
Lust shot straight to his loins, and he swallowed hard, and wistfully pulled away from her. Making out in a dark bar on shore leave was one thing, fooling around in the ship during a tour of duty was entirely another. "Shepard," he warned gently, and took her hand in his, placing in on the tabletop, but, not quite ready to let go, he held on.
She sighed, "I know, I just…" she trailed off, and made a simple gesture with her other hand.
"Can't get you out of my head, I know," he finished.
He watched as she pushed away from the table, pacing, "This is so unfair," she muttered to herself, "I get assigned to the most advance frigate in the Alliance fleet, with the best team, working with one of the strongest biotics I've ever had the pleasure to meet; and all I can think about is getting in his pants," she fumed.
He chuckled, and rose to move over to her. He stilled her pacing when his hand came up to cup her cheek, and he brushed a thumb over her bottom lip. "The only thing, huh?" he murmured, staring into her bold, blue eyes.
"Well, maybe not the only thing," she breathed, and she rose up on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Their lips met, softer this time, as she melted into his firm chest, felt his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her. She moan softly as his teeth worried her bottom lip, and his tongue laved the insult to her flesh.
He broke the kiss, and pressed his forehead to hers, "What are we doing here, Shepard?" he murmured, his eyes still closed.
She sighed, "I don't know. But I can't seem to help myself."
He nodded his agreement, and fused his lips to hers again, more demanding this time as he plundered her sweet mouth. He backed her up to the edge of the table, and his hands found the clasp of her pants, and his whiskey brown eyes bore into hers, "Tell me no," he murmured, his clever fingers working the fly of her pants, pushing them down her hips. She stayed silent as he boosted her up on the table, and his fingers trailed up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "You really should tell me no," he said again as her thighs parted, granting him access to her wet center, already hot and ready for him.
He groaned into her shoulder as his fingers parted her soft folds, stroking her, spreading her wetness as he went. His thumb found her sensitive nub, and rubbed small circles against it, making her thighs jump in response, and a strangled moan to burst from her lips. She nearly bucked off the table as he slid one long finger into her tight entrance, joined shortly after by a second. He swallowed her soft moan of approval, and growled softly at the sound of his name on her lips. The first time she'd used his given name.
She clutched at his shoulders as her orgasm rolled through her, arching her back against the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to swamp her. Kaidan pressed a kiss to her lips, and pulled away from her, biting his bottom lip as she smiled at him, dazed, her pupils dilated and fixed on his lips. "Shepard," he whispered, "We can't."
She sighed, and knew the moment was passed. "I know." She slid off the table and pulled her pants up. "But next time you're having a restless night, you let me know," she said, and gave him a gentle kiss before she headed back to her cabin with one last, backwards glance. Kaidan sighed, and headed towards the showers; he'd better make this one a cold one.