Disclaimer: Mass Effect doesn't belong to me, nor do I intend to profit from this work of fiction.
A/N: I took some inspiration from the awesome, amazing, panty-igniting thing eternalshiva wrote last night. Because still fangirling over it. It's called Galactic, and if you haven't read it yet, WAT'RE YOU STILL DOING HERE, GO NOW. Ahem, enjoy!
"Kaidan," Shepard murmured, slipping her arms around his waist and pressing her cheek against the back of his shoulder. "It's about damn time we have a few moments alone." She was referring to the back-to-back meetings they had been sitting in on, their presence mandatory.
He turned in her arms and cupped her cheek, "Not so alone," he mumbled, and jerked his head towards Liara, who was eyeing them curiously. She heaved a sigh and pulled away from him, wincing at the persistent ache in her shoulder. "Arm acting up again?" he asked, referring to one of the injuries she had sustained when Sovereign had crashed into the Presidium tower. "You know, Chakwas really wants you to take an administrative leave. You've earned it Shepard."
She grimaced; riding a desk was not her idea of fun, "I know, but there's work to be done."
He saw Liara leave out of the corner of his eye, which meant they were finally alone in the mess. "What about that shore leave?" he asked softly, his lips drifting over her ear in a line of soft kisses, his hands pulling her hips flush against him, and she could feel his thick erection pressing against the fabric of his pants.
She gave him a lopsided grin and ran her hands through his hair, and rose up on her toes when she discovered a single grey hair on his right temple. "Kaidan. You…have a grey hair," she said, and bit her lip at the idea of his dark curls going salt and pepper, and felt a shot of lust coil deep in her belly.
"I… what?" he pulled his head back, torn between lust and confusion.
"Right here, you have a grey hair," she took his chin in her hand, and tilted his head down as she studied his thick curls, running her hands through his hair, drawing a moan from him at the feel of her fingers on his scalp. "Oh! Another one!" she exclaimed in delight.
"Shepard," he exhaled in exasperation, "What are you doing?"
Her lips curved in a sultry smile, "I just wanted to make sure you were well on your way to being a silver fox."
He gaped at her is disbelief, and sputtered indignantly, "I'll have you know I earned every one of those being putting up with your destruction-prone ass!"
"I know," she purred, and crushed her lips to his, "I think it's sexy," she murmured against his lips, and moaned softly when is large hands gripped her rear. "I have a thing for older men," she gasped when he turned her, and braced her hands on the table in front of her.
"I'm not that much older than you," he growled low in his throat, his hand sneaking under her shirt to grasp her firm breast, rolling the pert nipple between his fingers.
"Ah, I know that," she squirmed against him as his other hand slid into her pants, pressing against the delicate cluster of nerves just hard enough for her eyes to cross. "But it gives the illusion…Jesus," she gasped as an orgasm rocked her unexpectedly.
She felt his hands pushing her pants down her hips just enough to grant him access to her wet center, and in an efficient motion, he freed himself from the confines of his pants, and felt the silky head of his arousal pressing against her slick entrance, teasing her as he stroked her slippery folds. She moaned his name as he pressed into her, just an inch, and back out again, a strangled noise of protest trapped in her throat as finally, finally, he slid home.
His lips found her shoulder, travelled to the base of her skull; his teeth scraped along the line of her spine, and she bucked against the sensation, her knees buckling as pleasure swamped her. His strong arm held her steady, and she felt the rumble in his chest as he drawled, "Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn't want you to get banged up."
She let out a breathy laugh as he thrust his hips into her, and reflexively she tightened her muscles against him, and grinned at the ragged groan he uttered in response. She gasped as his teeth found the sweet spot on her spine again, one hand kneading her breast, the fingers of the other flicking against her clitoris, and with a sharp thrust of his hips, his name flew from her lips as she found her second release.
Her hands slid against the smooth surface of the table, and he swallowed hard as she clamped down on him with every thrust of his hips. He groaned deep in his throat as his own orgasm built within him, and with a harsh shout, he pulsed within her, and bite down hard on her neck, sending her unexpectedly over the edge once more.
She panted as she struggled to draw a normal breath, and moaned softly as he slid out of her, and rolled her neck, feeling loose and limber as she turned and rested her ass against the table. "Amazing," she murmured, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, felt him smile in response. She reluctantly reached down and pulled her pants up, and they each set their uniforms back to rights.
"Oh, I should probably tell you that this won't be fraternization for much longer," she smirked at the stunned look her shot her way. "Anderson and I put in a request for a promotion for you. We're just waiting for the paperwork to clear the Brass."
"What?" he murmured stupidly, and blinked at her.
"Congratulations, Lieutenant Commander," she said smugly, and gave a delighted laugh as he caught her up in a fierce hug. "Best news is I get to keep you with me. You'll be my new XO."
"Shepard," he murmured, "Thank you."
She smiled, "Don't thank me, thank Anderson. He didn't miss that public display of affection on the Citadel. He thought maybe we should do something about it."
He shrugged sheepishly, "I was just glad you were alive."
She grinned at him, "I plan to stay alive for a long time yet, Kaidan," and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.