"Well, it's about freakin' time!"
They should be embarrassed really.
Huddled inside Normandy's elevator, one leg supporting her, the other wrapped around his waist and her fingers buried in his hair while Vega hollered at them from the doorway.
He buried his face in the warm vanilla scented skin of her neck and tried to feel something other than just insanely aroused – Embarrassment maybe? Amusement? But he couldn't. Judging by the way she clung to him, she was feeling the same and he reveled in it. It had been far too long since he held her in his arms. Far too long, but he remembered the way her body fit to his so perfectly as though it was only yesterday.
"Move along, LT. Nothing to see here." Shepard's voice was dangerously authoritive. Kaidan hid a grin against her shoulder, not even bothering to try to untangle himself from her. After all this time, it would take nothing short of a hoard of thresher maws to separate her warm willing body from him right now. He heard Vega let out a hoot and a string of Spanish and then Shepard tense underneath him.
"Vega!" she warned again, her speech becoming almost a snarl. Kaidan realised it was time to take control of the situation and with one out stretched arm, he curled his hand into a fist and slammed the control panel. The elevator doors hissed closed, shutting off Vega from sight and sound. Shepard immediately lost some of the tension that had stiffened her body a few moments ago.
"Damn, Vega," she muttered, her voice showing her irritation at the interruption. She shook her head. "My last Lieutenant wasn't nearly so lippy."
Kaidan choked back a laugh at that comment but chose not to respond knowing that she was trying to provoke him. Instead, he pressed her back against the elevator walls, and Vega's disturbance was promptly forgotten, at least by him.
He nipped the delicate skin of her neck and she sighed contentedly, melting in his embrace. The fingers curled in his hair tugged gently and he lifted his face to lock eyes with her. They regarded him intently, dark with desire and a wry humour. "How long until it's all over the ship, do you think?" she asked.
"Hmph," he muttered. "I'd say right about…" he trailed off and cast his eyes to the ceiling, waiting one heartbeat, then two. "Now," he rasped.
She gave a quick answering smirk and pulled him close for another heated kiss but then forced herself apart from him. Her hands slipped from his hair to trail down over his shoulders. She tilted her head and her brow knitted. "Does it bother you?" she questioned, her tone unusually hesitant. He heard the concern in her voice and he supposed it he should have expected it. On the SR-1 he was so concerned with breaking regs, but now… with potentially the end of civilization as they knew it hanging over their heads, he knew they had bigger things to worry about. Besides, being both Spectres, they were afforded a few perks. He chose to believe a bit of extra freedom in the regs regarding fraternization was one of them.
"Does it bother me that Vega knows you're spoken for? Ah, no," he chuckled, his hands curling possessively on her hips, and pulling her tighter against him. "Not at all."
The woman wrapped around him broke into a grin and raised an eyebrow. Her lips quirked in amusement. "Jealous, Major?"
He let out a short, sharp bark of laughter and tilted his head forward to rest his forehead against hers. His eyes drifted shut. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't, ah, have concerns. Especially knowing how much time you spent with him on earth. And," he said, leaning back to face her fully, "I've seen the way he's looked at you in your armour. Don't think he'll be ogling you like that again anytime soon now, though."
She laughed and framed his face with her smooth nimble hands and planted a solid kiss on his lips. He could still taste the lingering flavour of lemon sorbet and it would be a flavour he would forever associate with her. He felt her fingers trail down one stubbled cheek and her eyes grew serious. "There's never been anyone but you, Kaidan."
He opened his mouth to respond, but the flood of emotion that gripped him rendered him speechless. Their lips clashed again, hungrily devouring and tasting until a discreet chime from the elevator prompted them to pull apart.
She took his hand and led him into her cabin. He was finally home.