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He was already hard when she stepped into the dressing room, his heart pounding fast enough to turn his breath ragged.
Get yourself under control, Kaidan. She hasn’t even started yet.
Shepard made no show of noticing him across from her. She was acting as if she were alone.
“What do you want, Kaidan?” she’d purred the other night, perched on her side like a panther in its tree, “Tell me.”
This is what he’d finally admitted to. Sat in the corner in his pervert chair, Shepard would try something on, and he’d watch her get carried away with her own body.
“You just want to watch?” she’d asked, already excited.
“Well… I’d also be there to provide assistance—Uh, but only if you need it, of course.”
They’d figured out a time, place, and rules of consent. Now they were here, making his fantasy come true at the end of everything.
Kaidan swallowed hard.
He could see Shepard watching him from the corner of her eye, appreciating his current state without breaking character. They were only in the Spectre locker room, where there’d be less chance of encountering others and plenty of warning if they did, but the danger of it still boiled under his fingers like the crinkle of his biotics before a fight.
She kept her manner casual and business-like, strutting in holding a shirt on a hanger with the tags still attached. She hooked it on one of the locker handles, and the scratch of metal on metal shrieked through the still room.
Shepard faced the mirror, parallel to where Kaidan sat, her back to him. They could see each other’s faces in its reflection.
She caught him unconsciously biting his lip through the glint in her eye.
He saw a fleeting thirst play over her profile, just for a moment before it was hidden again. Right after that, her charcoal-black shirt began to come apart, its buttons slowly coming undone.
One of them gave way to her cleavage, revealing the lace trim splashed across her silky, black bra. Delicate, dark patterns swirled on top of amber skin, which sparkled underneath. Her breasts, packed tight against her, bubbled over the edge where flesh met fabric.
First, she’d take off her shirt. Try on the other.
Shepard took her time, pausing to appreciate her chest. She wasn’t making a show of it, just looking at herself. The expression on her face wasn’t blank, but subtle. It was like a code only Kaidan could decipher. A secret just for him conveying she was pleased with what she saw.
Another button came undone, and the rest of her bra tumbled into his vision. The bottom of it accentuated the full, round curve of her breasts…
Kaidan felt his pants lurch with a sudden tick of his erection. He couldn’t tell if his breathing was audible, or if it was just loud in his own head. Watching her like this felt like being strangled.
Once her shirt was off, Shepard was left standing in that bra and pencil skirt of hers, red leather with a zipper running down its side. Its shiny shell hugged her bottom tightly, making two poison apples out of it so juicy they begged to be bitten into. The effect exaggerated itself as she bent over to take off her shoes, black pumps she easily slipped out of.
Her stockings, opaque at the top, reached just past her mid-thigh. Kaidan’s gaze was stuck there, where her skin burst over that opaque band. Her movement pulled up her leather skirt, and a tease of red lace peeked out from between her thighs. As she bent further, more was revealed. His vision blurred, full of red lace and the promising mound underneath; that shock of bright crimson gliding over and accentuating every detail of that precious part of her.
Shepard snatched it away, standing up to go grab the other shirt.
She threw its opening above her head, and Kaidan watched her strong torso wriggle into it. Like a belly dancer, her muscles rippled and scrunched as her waist pinched and stretched. It reminded him of the way she looked flat on her back when he’d buck into her, her legs thrown over his shoulders.
The new shirt had a very deep plunge. It was meant to curtain down her chest, baring sternum and teasing more, but her bra was in the way of its charm. She moved her arms out of its sleeves to unhook her bra.
Once she did, he was left to drink in the vision of her perfect, brown nipples.
He knew how they tasted. He could feel their warmth on his tongue at the sight.
Kaidan shifted in his chair, pants uncomfortably tight. Soon, he’d have to pull his zipper down just for a bit of relief.
Shepard shrugged her arms back into the sleeves, and braless, they were able to see the blouse’s intended look.
She should keep that shirt.
Next time they went out, he’d ask her to wear this exact outfit. Its draping fell along the curve of her breasts at the perfect angle, showcasing their shape in a way that was still soft and seductive despite how unsubtle it was. Kaidan could tell that she liked it too. She held her posture proudly as she turned in the mirror side-to-side.
It fit like it was made specifically for her. But it was time for it to come off.
She made eye contact with him through the mirror.
Are you ready?
He blinked one… two… three… four times in a row, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod back.
The real show was ready to start. Kaidan’s breath got stuck under his belly button.
Shepard took off the new shirt and hung it up, leaving her topless in the red leather skirt, copper legs gleaming under her transparent brown thigh-highs.
Her finger went to its zipper along the side. Slowly, she split her skirt in half. It peeled apart as she brought the zipper lower, a rich red petal her thigh blossomed out of.
Now she was just stockings, skin, and bright crimson lace.
Shepard took the time to appreciate herself again, looking in the mirror at her state of clothed nakedness. Just looking. A tilt of her head. A smirk.
Then a hand travelled to her chest.
She rested it on her sternum, and brought it down to a breast, caressing its side. Her hand travelled underneath it, then pushed upwards, its shape rounder and fuller when pressed against her. Her lips relaxed into a light smile as she rubbed her thumb across her areola, brushing over it back and forth until the nipple hardened. Kaidan loved the way that transformation felt on his lips, and his legs twitched with impulse. Like a good boy, he remained in his chair.
He saw her reflected eyes dart to his, making each set flare blue. She quickly looked away, while Kaidan’s stayed peeled on her. They devoured her head to toe.
“It would be your private moment,” he’d said when they discussed it, “Like I’m not even there.”
Shepard wasn’t sure about that part at first, “Would it be for me too? Or just you?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way! It has be for the both of us—There’s no exceptions to that!” he’d explained, “I’d just want you to display it differently. Does, uh, does any of that make sense?”
“It’s getting there.”
She wasn’t supposed to notice him so explicitly. Excluding their starting signal, his first rule was no prolonged eye contact. A few seconds or a glance was fine, but any more was a way to opt out of it, to say stop. That would be one signal. Looking away swiftly was a requirement to continue, a way to say yes. Quickly shifting her gaze, as she did now, was an invitation for him to look longer, deeper.
Her other hand went to her other breast, squeezing it harder than the last.
Then her arms dropped to her side.
She took another moment just to look. To notice herself with an air that was equally curious and appreciative. Everything that Shepard did was captivating to him, but right now Kaidan thought she was captivating. Her right heel lifted as she turned her hip to the side, observing her waist which she then caressed with both hands. They ran up and down it, lightly, gradually.
The harsh lighting wasn’t flattering, but it didn’t mar her. She stood brilliantly unaffected. Her beauty was even more otherworldly in the abundant fluorescent light. It exposed her with its unforgiving untheatrically, looking for faults and coming up short. He could see every mole and they all were his favorite. Every part of her was perfect. Kaidan added his own blue glow to the room. He couldn’t fight it anymore; he was bursting out of himself.
Shepard changed her pose to stand tall, facing the mirror directly with her legs planted strongly under her frame. Then she stood a little wider. She laid her palms flat against the part of her thighs that sat just below her hips, resting them on the bone underneath the bright string sides of her crimson thong.
Kaidan’s throat stung in his neck, choking him with a sensation that tugged. He was pretty sure he was panting now, but he didn’t care. No one had ever seen him like this, and he didn’t care.
Finally, he unzipped his pants, letting his desperate member spill forth. Still, it was no relief.
That was his other rule. When he unzipped his pants, she’d know it would be time to take things up a notch. Next time, if there was one, he’d ask Shepard to bind his hands. He was hoping to give the moment a little more time, but his will was weaker than his want.
Shepard’s reflection smirked at him, met his gaze, then looked away.
Her thumb looped under the red string and pulled it to snap against her skin. It was the only sound in the room other than Kaidan’s breathing.
He could see Shepard staring at his exposed lap from the corner of her eye. Hunger played across her face until she fixed it. She didn’t break the moment but stumbled a bit at the sight of his cock at full attention, drooling at the tip. She loved to put it in her mouth when it was like this.
He was sitting, but his knees felt weak.
She rubbed her hands over her ass, squeezing her cheeks like she did her breasts. Noticing and appreciating. Then dropped her arms back down to her sides.
There was only one other place left to touch.
Shepard brought her index finger between her thighs and traced it up the middle of her red lace. One light stroke.
Noticing and appreciating.
Suddenly, she made a show of having a thought. It wasn’t like she was being corny, but it was endearing the way she really invested in it. She looked side-to-side with an affected nervousness, as if checking for other people in a dressing room.
She looked back at herself in the mirror and bit her lip.
Kaidan allowed himself to just hold his dick.
She brought her finger back to the front of her thong and started to rub up and down. Slowly, lingering; teasing herself with light sensations. He watched her, feeling the wetness from his cock run over his fingers. Without thinking, he gave the head a rub. Just a tease, like her dancing over the red lace.
He groaned when she moved the middle of it over to the side, exposing her folds. She ran her finger over them, slicking the whole area as she rubbed up and down the middle. Kaidan let his hand travel up and down the length of his shaft, stroking along with her at the pace she set.
Slowly. Up on her upstroke. Down on her downstroke. Along with her.
After a while of this, she stopped. He stopped too.
She made another show of looking around, side-to-side.
Kaidan wasn’t breathing. He was waiting.
Shepard brought her other hand around and slipped two fingers inside. They didn’t appear to go in deep but moved quickly back and forth. Her other hand remained occupied as before, with her finger running up and down the middle. Then a blue light started to flow from her fingertip, and an unintentional moan rumbled in her throat.
It wasn’t long until a new position was necessary.
“If you find yourself, um, you know, needing extra support,” he’d said, “Lean somewhere close so I can see you better.”
“Fuck the mirror at that point?”
He’d punctuated each word with a kiss to her happily-raised brow, “Fuck. The. Mirror!”
Now, here in his fantasy made real, Shepard was turning around, walking towards him. Still not noticing him.
He did have one final condition.
“If you find yourself wanting me inside you, to the point you can’t take it, I want you to notice me.”
“And punish you?” she’d asked, voice pitched high with glee.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
But only if she wanted him inside her so badly that the pain of denial became absolute need.
They were almost there. Just not yet. For now, she was just finding a new position. Somewhere closer.
It seemed like she was approaching him directly, but she’d chosen the wall behind him. She laid her back against it and leaned into the artificial gravity.
One leg she brought up to the knee and planted her foot on the wall. He watched her pelvis shift forward and her hands travel towards it. She then shimmied down her thong, until it met her stockings mid-thigh and rested there.
Kaidan, already at the edge of his seat, turned as far as he could in his chair. Familiar details he couldn’t see before greeted him like a homecoming.
He felt his way around her body as she did, watching her fingertips and feeling everything on his own. Two of them stroked the wet depth of her, while another danced where he could see. It rubbed over her stiff clit, then around it, alternating the sensation. Soon, her torso began to tense up.
He wanted to watch it happen.
Her whole body shimmered with indigo, and her breathing came through heavy in high, staccato cries.
He was used to seeing her like this at a more intimate distance, and she was—Kaidan had to stop himself from saying it out loud.
His throat caught when their eyes met.
“Who are you?” she finally asked, pretending to see him there for the first time, completely unfazed by their sexual activities.
“A filthy pig,” he replied, still staring into her eyes, still stroking himself vigorously.
She tilted her head to the side with a little hum. He’d seen her size up so many others this way, but not like this; the way she surveyed him…
Kaidan was getting too close, and he didn’t want it to end. He had to let go of his dick.
“Fuck…”
She watched the denial play over his features, twisting and stretching them. A muscle towards the corner of his lips lightly fluttered. There was sweat on his brow, and it furrowed desperately.
Her gaze kept shifting between his legs and his face.
Then Shepard brought a sullied finger to his lips and made him taste her. His tongue set her on edge, so she took it out and commanded his eye contact with hers instead. She held it as she put the same finger in her mouth, tasting him. Her own tongue couldn’t compare.
She wiped her finger off on his shoulder like he was nothing.
He blinked four times. She spread his knees apart, one after the other.
“Does the filthy piggy want to watch?”
He nodded.
Shepard got close, settling into the space she’d made between his thighs. Kaidan swallowed. Her scent was finally back in his senses.
The first thing she did was step out of her thong with the same sense of graceful power she emanated on the battlefield. Then she balled it up and gagged him with it.
“Hold onto that for me, piggy.”
He nodded, and she put her foot up on his chair with the same vigor, trapping one of his legs under the high arch of one of hers. The way her thigh spilled over her stockings trapped his gaze.
Her hands reached for his hands, placing them along her ridiculous-thick ass. It was firm, and soft, and oh god…
Leaning back into his support, she rubbed herself again in front of his face. She started to do that blue thing, and he blinked from the brightness. Through the glow, he could see as she puffed up and pulsed.
His dick throbbed, but his hands were glued. If he touched himself, he’d have to let go. If he let go, she’d fall. But more than that, he didn’t want to.
All he could do was watch, helplessly, until she came again.
If this was torture, he would talk.
“You can lick it if you like,” Shepard commanded, looking down at him. She yanked her soaking thong out of his mouth.
Gripping a fistful of his hair at the top of his head, she held steady so that it would pull as he leaned forward. He’d have to fight through the pain to taste her with more than his memory.
The sting felt hot and sweet at the same time, like the nectar glistening on her skin. He barely reached it with the very tip of his tongue. Her grip was so firm. He was sure her hands would come away with a few of his curls.
And just when the stinging became louder in his senses than her taste, she thrust herself fully onto him. A grateful whine bubbled up from his chest as he opened his mouth to indulge.
Kaidan didn’t notice he was suffocating until she took herself away.
This time she spoke to him from below, crouching down between his legs.
His hands were freed.
“I want to watch you now,” she said with a seductive distance that kept up the fantasy even though they were changing directions.
He felt gratitude emanate from his dick as he wrapped his fist around it. His skin burned on his fingers.
His eyes rolled back in his head as Shepard began to lightly kiss along his inner thighs.
It didn’t take long.
His cum shot out energetically, then flowed and flowed. Shepard watched it with an equal mix of desire and wonder.
He twitched with overstimulation as she cleaned him off with her tongue. Then he lifted her up and wiped off the bit that had gotten on her cheek. And a little more next to her eye…
Kaidan chuckled, “I made a mess.”
Shepard leapt at him, responding with a furious kiss. Still overstimulated, Kaidan felt a new stirring. The taste of himself on her tongue was always overwhelming, but the belated kiss overtook it. He’d been dying to press his lips to hers, stroke her tongue with his, even more than he was eager to feel her wrapped around him. They both finally felt the hunger that ached this whole time, and the realization settled over them like hypnosis.
“I feel like I’m supposed to punish you,” she said between kisses, “but I just want to fuck you.”
“That’s okay!”
Shepard sat down on his lap, and he rubbed himself a little before slipping himself inside.
Kaidan groaned. “You’re so wet,” he said stupidly. The satisfaction of moments before transformed back into a lustful greed.
She kissed and sucked his ear before whispering into it, “Fuck me in your pervert chair.”
They were veering in and out of the performance, but it didn’t matter anymore. The show wasn’t over, but it was complete. Now it was time to just enjoy each other, with neither of them able to hold out anymore.
He held her hips still and thrust into her, controlling the movement even with her straddling him. A shudder worked through her whole body every time he hit the back, starting small and growing into an eventual convulsion of release.
“Did you cum, Shepard?” he asked, knowing the answer as her convulsions ebbed around him.
She struggled to answer.
“Yes…”
A smile played over his face. Now she was the one breathless and thick in the head. He’d even elicited a bigger reaction than the others she’d had by herself.
“Don’t get all cocky,” she muttered, kissing between his brow.
“Oh? Did I say something?”
“It’s all over your face.”
Kaidan leaned in close to suck her bottom lip. He bit it, pulling a little before slipping his tongue past her lips.
She moaned deeply.
“Turn around,” he said.
Shepard smirked and got off his lap. Standing turned around, her bare bottom hovered by his face, planted neatly on top of her stockings until it blended into the dip in her back.
“Holy shit, Shepard.”
“Tell me what you want.”
He didn’t see her face but could hear the smile in her tone.
His hands ran back to where they wanted to be. They squeezed reverently, finding more ass than he had palm.
“Oh god.”
“You like that, Kaidan?” she teased.
He answered by bending her over, pushing down on her lower back. Then he grabbed her hips by the sides to position her. They say you can’t have your cake and eat it too but fucking her from behind afforded him the opportunity to have her and keep his hands on her ass.
Shepard was leaning back, brushing up against his dick.
He wasn’t going to give it to her just yet. He pushed the head against her but didn’t let it go inside. It just rested there, and when she tried to lean back onto him, he held her hips still. Then it started to thrum slightly with a blue energy. Nestled right there against her, she started to cry out and beg.
He eventually allowed her one initial thrust before standing up to angle better. His strokes started out long and deliberate. Every one of them was a tease mixing relief and denial. It built and built but wouldn’t melt into a climax until he gave a little more speed or pressure. Kaidan held her there at the edge until she begged even more.
Once she did, he went all out. He didn’t stop until she came again, steadying his strokes along with her pulsations until they began to taper. Then he sped back up, thrust harder, until it started to happen again.
They were loud, but didn’t care. The walls were soundproofed against the shooting range.
Lightheaded, Shepard made him sit down again to crawl back into his lap. She kissed his neck and grabbed his dick, slipping him back inside her. Her breathing stuttered.
Kaidan brushed the hair out of her face with both hands and lingered there. He stroked the sides of her jaw, then her shoulders. Finally, they found her breasts, and lingered there too.
Her skin felt warmer on his tongue than he remembered.
“Fuck, Shepard. I’m gonna—"
“Cum for me, Kaidan.”
He did.
He held her close and shivered into her chest. Even when it was over, he rocked his hips lightly, feeling her just a little more.
He held her so close.
She got up as her normal self, his Shepard.
“Gotta run to the bathroom,” she said, leaving him alone like she always had to.
Kaidan’s heart was pounding. He should really clean himself up, but he just sat there.
By the time she came back, he’d cleaned up, but he was still in a daze.
“That was…” he started to say.
“Yeah? You liked it?”
“Loved it!” he chuckled, “Couldn’t you tell?”
Her face flushed, “I guess. Maybe a little.”
He stood up to hold her close again.
“Thank you.”
Her you’re welcome was a kiss.
“I had a lot of fun too,” she said, beaming up at him, “And not just at the end there.”
His heart was thudding again. He couldn’t help but think of last year, Shepard showing this side of herself to him for the first time. No one else had seen such a private moment of hers. It was solely his privilege, an exclusive vulnerable act only they were allowed into.
Now they were even. No one had ever seen him like this either.
“Hey, Shepard,” he began.
She smiled, “I love you too, Kaidan.”
She started getting dressed, which was his cue to change out of his pants.
The room felt completely transformed. It was the Spectre locker room again, not a dressing room. What they did still existed but was left behind in the realm they’d just stepped out of. The sweat on their skin meant something different in this new space.
Once dressed, they needed to head back to reality. Back to the war.
Kaidan grabbed her hand, and she nodded. They started to go.
“Uh—wait!”
Shepard raised her brow questioningly.
“Um, the chair… What do we do with it?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Didn’t think about that one, did we?”
“Nope. Uh…”
“Burn it?”
“Shepard…”
“Kaidan!”
He paused seriously, hands on his hips like when he was truly stumped, “We really can’t let anyone else use it.”
“I mean… That could be funny,” she shrugged.
He sighed, “No, it wouldn’t. We can’t.”
“All right. So… Bring it back to the Normandy?”
“We just walk a chair out of the Spectre room and drag it through the Embassies?”
“It’s weird, but… I mean, who’s gonna know it’s a sex chair?”
“It’s not!—It’s not a sex chair.”
“Then what else is it, Kaidan?”
He didn’t want her to be right, “It’s just a chair.”
“Then why are we bringing it back with us?”
He really, really didn’t want her to be right. He sighed, “Because it’s a sex chair.”
“Exactly!”
* * * * * *
They were back. No one had asked about the chair.
The hangar was mostly empty once they got there. They weren’t necessarily suspicious, but odd nonetheless. Kaidan was holding the ugly metal bulk under one of his arms. Shepard had purposely left the other shirt behind in her locker, but was still overdressed for the quick run they were supposedly on.
Odd.
But they were alone, give or take a few busy crewmembers. It was a perfect ending to a perfect mome—
They turned a corner to find Tali having a conversation with Vega and Cortez and had no choice but to greet them.
“What’s with the chair?” Cortez asked immediately.
“Uuuuhhhh…” Kaidan scratched the back of his head with his free hand.
“Why are you asking?” Shepard deflected.
“I didn’t order those.”
“Yeah,” Tali agreed, “You have taste.”
“It’s ironic!” Kaidan blurted.
Now everyone was confused.
Shepard still stepped in, “We stole it from the Spectre offices.”
Vega nodded admiringly, “Word.”
“Don’t encourage theft!” Cortez scolded.
“It’s fun, hombre!” Vega teased, “A little chair here and there never, ever harmed anybody.”
“You wanna make that bet?”
“OH!” Tali suddenly shouted. Even through her mask, Shepard could sense trouble brewing in her expression.
“We’ve gotta get back upstairs,” Kaidan said, sensing it too, “Paperwork and all that.”
Tali wasn’t just a bomb raring to blow up, she was a god damn land mine.
“It’s a sex chair, isn’t it?”
Shepard and Kaidan laughed awkwardly. They both denied it at the same time, muttering variations of “no” and “what’s a sex chair?”
“It’s not a sex chair,” Shepard stated again clearly, using her commander voice.
Her and Kaidan took that chance to exit quickly.
Tali yelled back at them, “It’s totally a sex chair!”
Which was better than Vega yelling, “Git it, Mama!”
They couldn’t be rid of it fast enough, taking a detour over to the refuse room. The chair glistened, now a satisfying metallic cube once they’d managed to shove it down the trash compactor.
“Ready, Shepard?”
“Let’s do it.”
Pushing the airlock button together, they sent the evidence out to space.