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It was summer in Vancouver, and she was stuck in the detention center at Alliance HQ until further notice. She was hoping Kaidan would be able to visit soon; it had been several weeks since she'd last seen him, and damn it, she missed him.
She missed talking to him, arguing with him, teasing him. But she really missed his touch, his hands on her skin, in her, driving her wild. She sighed, and glanced towards the locked door of her room. For once, her jailer was absent, but unfortunately that meant her movements were restricted.
She flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Out of habit, she reached to activate her omni-tool, but it wasn't there. They'd taken that away.
She grumbled to herself, and flared out of boredom, forming a ball of dark energy in her hand, distantly thankful that Miranda had given her an integrated amp they hadn't been able to take away for her incarceration.
She manipulated the ball of blue energy between her hands, and not for the first time she considered breaking out, if only to prove she could, but decided it wasn't worth the effort. They'd taken her ship, too, after all.
With a sigh, she let the energy dissipate, and fisted her hands in frustration. Boredom was not her friend. She could practically hear Kaidan's husky laughter in her mind, and she slid her hand down the front of her shorts. She moaned softly as her fingers rubbed against her sensitive nub and slipped against her folds as she remembered his hands in place of her own. She shivered as she remembered his mouth on her, his lips and tongue stroking and sucking, his teeth gently nibbling on her sensitive skin.
She softly sighed his name as her back arched helplessly, and her orgasm crested through her as she continued to stroke herself. She gasped in surprise and sat up as her door hissed open and the object of her imagination stood eyeing her with a knowing expression on his face.
"Kaidan," she murmured as he smiled smugly at her from across the room. She licked her lips as he slowly sauntered across the room, and perched on the bed next to her.
"I had a couple of hours free, so I thought I'd swing by, maybe take you out for a run around the grounds since the Lieutenant was otherwise occupied today." He leaned in to her, his lips just inches away from hers, "But if you're busy…" he breathed, the sultry heat of his voice washing over her.
"Mmm…" she growled, and fisted her hands in his hair, ruthlessly dragging his lips to hers. "Mine," she rasped against his lips.
"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he chuckled, tugging her shirt over her head, dropping his lips to trail a line of kisses down her throat to her breasts, making her shiver in anticipation. She felt his hands drift up her spine, releasing the catch of her bra, and sucked in a breath as his lips found a puckered nipple. His teeth scraped gently against the sensitive flesh, and she gasped at the sensation.
He smirked against her skin, and nudged her to lie back on the bed, and hooked a finger under the waist of the soft cotton gym shorts she wore. She lifted her hips in compliance, and he pulled her shorts down her long legs, admiring the subtle curves of her hips, her toned thighs, muscles made hard with exertion and discipline.
"Shepard," he groaned, and slid off the bed, wrapping his arms around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. She writhed against his touch, and arched her back as he pressed kisses against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He inhaled her sweet scent just before he licked her, long and slow. He heard her moan as he suckled her sensitive flesh, already moist from her earlier ministrations, and his teeth gently scraped against her clitoris, making her thighs twitch in response, her back arched sharply off the bed, and a mewling gasp to burst from her lips as her climaxed welled up and sent her tumbling over the edge.
He felt her fingers tugging on his salt and pepper curls, and with one last, slow lick, he stood and quickly shed his uniform, before crawling on the bed with her, settling between her legs as she scooted back from the side. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she tugged him closer, "I need you," she murmured against his ear, her teeth clamping down on the sensitive lobe.
He let out a shuddering breath, and poised himself at her slick entrance, pushing in to her with a ragged groan, felt her tight walls pulsing around him. He set a fast tempo, but she met his every thrust, and he could feel her long fingers digging into the flesh of his ass and shoulder, gripping him tighter with each thrust. She gasped out his name, and he grunted against her shoulder as they rode the wave of their orgasm together, her slick sheath spasming around his thick erection as he spent himself within her.
Their breathing slowly returned to normal, and he felt her hands sliding up and down his spine in a soothing motion. "Missed you," she murmured with a sleepy smile. "More than I miss being able to come and go as I please."
He snorted, "I bet." He pressed a lingering kiss to her lips, "I still have some time. Want me to be your escort around the grounds before I have to get back to my duties?"
Her expression brightened, and she shoved him aside, "Oh yeah, I hate being stuck on Earth in the summer, and not being able to spend it outside."
He laughed as he pulled his uniform back on, and raised an eyebrow until she moved to do the same, "It's a little hot out there. But I don't mind spending a little time with you."
She grinned, and smoothed a hand over his shoulders, "Oh good, I just thought you were here for the sex."
He smirked, "Yeah, that doesn't hurt." He waited patiently as she ran a comb through her hair, and smiled up at him, looping an arm through his.
"All right, Commander, let's go take on the world," she said cheerfully before they headed out into the Vancouver summer. For a moment, he thought to correct her, but his promotion was so new, he didn't even have his new insignia on his uniform. He shrugged, she'd find out soon enough.