Kissing prompt: 13 (following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck) AND 18 (kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap)
Using my bestie privileges to request a combination of the two plz kthxbye 😎
Ok I allow you to invoke bestie privileges, but it activates monkey paw mode 🫤
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It's a summer evening in Vancouver, but the air on the balcony is growing cool with the sea breeze. She snuggles into his lap, and he hopes his arms are enough to warm her; this could be the last he sees of English Bay for quite a while.
"It's freezing," she says, hugging herself, "but I don't want to go inside yet. I want to stare at this view until I can never forget it."
He smiles, looking at her in profile. "I feel exactly the same way."
He settles his chin on her shoulder, looking out at the Bay. She reaches her hand up to cup his cheek.
"I can't believe it's almost over," she says softly. Sadly.
"There will be other shore leaves," he says, dreading their return to the Normandy at least as much as she is. His time serving with her has been the highlight of his career so far, a dream of an opportunity even excluding their relationship. But having to work in such close proximity to her, having to pretend away this intimacy, feels like an especially sick form of torture.
"What was your favorite moment?" she asks.
How can he choose? After months of bonding over their insomnia, every night they fall asleep together and every morning they wake up late; he can't remember the last time he's been so well-rested. And after months of not trusting himself to let a friendly pat linger too long, they've barely kept their hands off each other. After months of being in awe of how incredible she is, how superhuman, she's spent hours and hours being totally... normal, with him. Being vulnerable with him. And he's still in awe of how incredible she is.
"I don't know," he says, "I can't choose. What about you?"
"Getting high at the zoo," she says, without hesitation. "I cannot believe all the fucked up animals on this planet. Walruses? Giraffes? And the fact that my parents knew about them? And didn't tell me?"
"I'm sure they would have told you when you were ready to hear it," he says, kissing her behind the ear. He catches her little laugh just before it's carried away in a gust of wind.
"...When you told me you love me," he whispers shyly, kissing down her neck as if to conceal his flushed cheeks in the dark. "That was it... my favorite moment." He still can't believe it happened, and saying it aloud almost feels like inviting her to deny it.
She takes one of his hands in both of hers. "I do love you," she says, kissing his palm before entwining their fingers together.
"I love you too," he says, kissing her shoulder and hugging her tight, "I have for a long time. I just thought I'd be the one to say it first, I guess."
"You would have waited too long," she says, "you never would have said it until you were sure I loved you too."
He laughs. "Were you unsure? Whether I loved you?"
She looks back at him with a smirk, conceding.
He smiles against her shoulder, kissing his way to her spine. As she sighs, a sudden explosion of thunder makes them both jump.
"That doesn't bode well for our plans," she says, a drop of rain hitting her cheek.
"Our outdoor plans, maybe," he says, shifting her in his lap before standing up with her in his arms.
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Melani and Kaiden now have a otp name yaaayyy,,,, it's "iris",, and Defo didn't get inspired when I heard Iris by goo goo dolls on the radio at work ugh no no sir 😭👏
I've just had a thresher maw sized brainworm about Melani,,, what if she was a part of Dr Chakwas medical crew and was also ran a biotic pain support group (also as a fellow biotic she's an expert by lived experience as she also has pain) so like,,, she just has to get to know Kaidan properly 👀 👀 👀
2. Sex in front of a big window, where anyone could glance up and spot them
Fair warning, I got a little carried away... things get pretty explicit after the cut 😇
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She's been staying in the apartment a few days before she takes the time to enjoy the view from the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Coming in from a much needed night out, she doesn't turn the lights on right away. Something about the light coming in from the strip is so appealing; she walks straight to the windows, her stilettos clicking lightly on the hard floors.
Kaidan follows her over, wrapping his arms around her to pull her back against his chest. He kisses her lightly behind the ear, his evening scruff pulling a few strands out from her loose bun. They tickle her skin as they fall down her face and she shivers, turning her face toward him and resting her cheek against his chest.
She loves the smell of him. Not his cologne, and not his soap – although both are lovely; tasteful and inoffensive. No, what she loves most is the smell of his bare skin. His natural smell, at the end of the day. She breathes him in deeply.
"Beautiful place," he murmurs into her ear, "...not a lot of privacy."
She laughs. "When have I ever had the luxury of privacy?" she says, and he concedes her point with a soft chuckle. She feels so relaxed, so secure with him. She looks down on the strip, at all the people down there. So far away. He starts kissing her jaw softly, gently, working slowly down her neck. Her heart starts to pound.
"Do you–" she starts, her resolve failing before she can get the words out.
"Do I what?" he murmurs, his lips dragging across her shoulder. God, his voice drives her crazy at times like this. She turns her face toward his, studying his profile.
"Do you want to fuck me," she says slowly, in her most alluring voice, "...right here? Now?"
He pauses, turning his head slightly to look at her. "Right here? In front of the window?"
She's relieved not to sense any disapproval; just surprise, curiosity. She feels a little thrill of confidence as she answers in a sultry whisper: "Yeah."
She can already feel her nipples tightening under her dress at the thought of him railing her against the glass. He must see them through the thin fabric of her dress; he drags a thumb across one and her breath catches.
"I… could be convinced," he says slowly, dragging his gaze from her chest to her eyes, "But what if someone looks up and sees us?"
"You're always worrying," she whispers, her heart racing as she turns around to face him. She cups his face in her hands and kisses him deeply, breaking away to look over her shoulder. "No one's even looking up here," she says, dropping to her knees in front of him. She tugs at his belt and undoes his pants. "We'll be fast. And it's dark, they won't even see anything."
"They might," he says. She looks up at him, searching his face with the minute scrutiny of an expert. She's ready to drop the subject at the barest trace of hesitation, but all she sees is naked desire in the eyes that stare back into hers. She holds his stare as she takes him into her hand, pulling away his pants and underwear to free him.
"Oh well," she says flippantly, and when he reacts with nothing more than a look of intrigue she runs her soft, wet tongue around his tip. Instantly his head rocks back and his eyes close with an approving moan, his fingers running through her hair. His gentle hands resting at the back of her head are taken as silent consent as she wraps her full lips around him.
She loves this, she loves to see the effect she has on him. The power she has over him. As she takes him deeper into her mouth, one hand hugging the base of him, she imagines someone looking up at her window, seeing her on her knees servicing him. How they'd see up her short dress, riding up as her knees spread wider. She reaches down and pushes aside her little thong, playing with herself partially for the feeling, and partially to put on a show for her imaginary audience on the streets below. As she starts twirling her hips, riding her own fingers performatively, Kaidan groans down at her. She doesn't stop as she looks up at him.
"You're so fucking hot," he says, his voice all gravel. She's getting sloppy now, almost drooling around him as her fingers slip frictionless over her folds.
"Come here," he says, reaching down to help her to her feet, and then grabbing her ass.
"How far do you want to take this?" he whispers against her lips before kissing her, teasing her nipple between two fingers. "Would you want to take off your dress?"
Her body floods with adrenaline at the thought. Her more risqué fantasies always go along these lines, but she never thought she'd actually be standing naked in front of a window, wearing nothing but heels above a thronging crowd. He's trailing featherlight kisses down her neck, half lips and half hot breath, as he waits for her answer.
"Yes," she whispers, a little terrified. She feels him take the pull of her dress's zipper between his fingers, and she holds her breath.
"Yes?" he asks, pulling back to search her face.
"Yes," she says again, more assuredly this time. She closes her eyes and kisses him, a wake of tingling nerves following the noisy zipper as the fabric of her dress opens up around her, exposing her to the cold air of the apartment. She feels her heart pounding between her legs as her dress slips down her breasts, down her waist, and over her hips, falling heavy to the floor. He pulls her thong down, too.
"Turn around."
She faces the window, and when he nudges her forward she presses a hand against the glass. Spreading her legs open for him, she looks down to see his dress shoes between her slutty heels, his pantlegs behind her naked thighs. He grips her hips tightly and guides her backward onto him, slipping into her with a soft moan. She feels his dress shirt brush against her bare ass as her nipples kiss chill glass. She whimpers.
"Al… you feel incredible," he groans, running a hand down her back to make her shiver. "And you look amazing."
He's moving slowly, rhythmically, and she can feel every inch of him pushing into her and dragging back out. He slips a finger between her lips to delicately circle her clit.
"You're unbelievably sexy, you know that? Wearing nothing but those heels…"
She's panting now, overcome with arousal at what he's doing to her, at the thought that someone might look up and see her like this. Commander Shepard, shining beacon of humanity, getting fucked in full view of the public.
"Harder," she whispers, and as his strokes grow rougher she stumbles forward against the window. He slips out, stepping forward to lift one of her legs high before sliding back into her. She leans back against him now, leaning her knee against the glass as she braces herself with her hands. The entire front of her body is on full display, her tits bouncing as he thrusts hard into her from behind. She can hear how wet she is, can feel how slick she is by his two fingers sliding erratically over her clit. He slides his hand from behind her knee over her stomach to her breast, kneading roughly.
"You want them to look" he whispers, his ragged breaths tickling her ear as he pumps deep into her, "you know how sexy you are, how hot you look getting fucked."
She's close to the edge, her hands and knee pressing against the cold glass. When she looks down at the streets below, she can see their reflection in the glass. She watches him fucking her, sees the way he fills her, sees her arousal glistening around both of them, sees his muscular hand rubbing sloppily around her lips and clit.
"Keep talking" she begs, her eyes locked on the glass.
"Can you see us, in the glass?" His voice is so low now, she's not sure whether she hears it from his lips or whether the vibrations from his chest are resonating up to her ears. He slows down to a deliberate pace, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in, the transitions mesmerizingly smooth and controlled. "Someone down there is getting a hell of a show," he says softly, his hand trailing up from her breast to her neck, "watching us… watching you. Do you think they can see how perfect your lips look, spread open like that? How they grip my cock when I pull out?"
She gives a long, needy groan at that, turning her head back with mouth open to kiss him hungrily. He picks up his pace, pounding into her roughly as she writhes against him desperately, his moans filling her mouth with each thrust. Everything's building up in her, more and more until she's impossibly high. She struggles to catch her breath as she readies herself for freefall.
He makes a sound, his fingers digging hard into her skin, and she knows he's close.
"Don't pull out," she pleads, reaching a hand back to pull his hips into her. He buries his face into her hair to muffle his voice, and she knows he's spilling everything he has inside of her; but it's the thought of him withdrawing from her, her knee still against the glass as his cum runs down her thighs for the world to see, that finally sends her over the edge. His body pressing into hers against the clear glass, she screams out as she comes, radiant waves of heat and electricity pulsing through her as he pumps the last of himself into her.
As she winds down he kisses her jaw, ensuring she can stand on her own before he pulls away. He bends down to pick up her dress, holding it out for her to step into, and she steadies herself on his shoulders with a sheepish little smile.
"You liked that," she says, still catching her breath. She turns around for him to zip her back up, but she sees him smiling.
"What, I wasn't supposed to?"
"I'm just surprised, that's all!"
"Well, don't be. I have diverse interests... As you know."
He steps forward, leaning against the window to look out at the crowd below. "You don't actually think anyone saw… do you?" He asks, the barest trace of anxiety creeping into his voice.
"No way. We're up much too high," she says, stepping forward to look with him. "Actually… they look a lot closer than they did a few minutes ago."
They look at each other a little uneasily, and she pulls up her Omnitool.
"I'm gonna have EDI on lookout, ready to scrub any unwanted vids… just in case."
This takes place immediately after Apollo's. Enjoy.
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Accepting Kaidan's invitation for lunch at Apollo's seemed to be one of the best decisions Faith Shepard had ever made. Did she anticipate he would confess he was still in love? No. Did she hesitate in telling him that she still cared for him? Also no.
Did she feel like some love struck horny teenager who couldn't wait to get back to Normandy and relieve him of all his clothes? Absofuckinglutely.
Kaidan had deliberately taken his time eating and drinking, relishing in spending some much needed one on one time with her, but it wasn't the kind of one on one she was interested in.
Shepard all but dragged him to the elevator that would take them to the docking bay. As they stood side by side, she kept glancing over at him as she couldn't believe that they were being given a second chance at happiness.
“What is it?” Kaidan asked, frowning a little.
With a tiny shake of her head, Shepard just gave him a very enigmatic smile as she leaned in. There was no one else around and even if they did get spotted, she realised she couldn't care less as right now she felt like she had hit the jackpot. Pressing the gentlest kiss against his lips, she drew back a touch to look up at him.
“Thank you for lunch,” she whispered.
Kaidan smiled in response, looking down at her lips then back up to her eyes. Never in a million years did he ever think he would get this close to her again, not after everything. He had missed the way they sparkled when she gazed up at him. He had missed her.
“Thank you for coming,” he replied, his voice quiet and warm, like honey being drizzled over hot pancakes.
Shepard smirked. “I'm sure that'll come later.”
With a soft chuckle, Kaidan reached up and tucked a strand of dark hair that had escaped the messy bun. He couldn't wait to see her with it down as it had been far too long. “I walked right into that one, huh?”
Tilting her head towards his hand, she nodded and gave a low mumble before leaning in and kissing him again. It was chaste and then she drew back, eyebrows knitting together as she looked down at his lips then up again.
Kaidan swallowed hard, his chest heaving with anticipation. He'd spent so long dreaming about a reunion, but it had been nothing like this.
“Faith…” he whispered.
Her name on his lips was all it took for her to grab fistfuls of his shirt and pull her to him, lips locking onto his with a need that terrified her. Kaidan tasted like whiskey and lager, and she couldn't get enough of him. When Kaidan deepened the kiss, a little thrill slithered all the way down her spine and she could feel the underlying buzz of his biotics.
It was a sensation she hadn't realised she missed and she felt like a part of her was becoming whole again. The elevator came to a halt and she broke it off, letting him go and taking a respectful step back just as the doors opened.
Kaidan was flushed and with good reason.
“So…back to Normandy?” Shepard asked, smoothing back her hair as if she hadn't just laid one hell of a kiss on him. She stepped out and made her way to the docking bay, not even bothering to spare a look back.
His grin was dopey as he jogged to catch up with her.
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Kaidan and Shepard picked a back corner where the shadows gave them a little bit of privacy. A Turian waiter appeared almost immediately to tell them about the menu.
Shepard marveled at the atmosphere: So calm, so dark, so…unlike the Normandy. “I’ve never been here before. Looks fancy.”
Kaidan smiled. “So do you, by the way.”
Shepard felt the heat rise to her ears. The last time they went to a ‘fancy’ restaurant together was almost 3 years ago. She’d been in a coma for most of that but… “How many times have you been here?” She blurted out. And instantly regretted it.
Kaidan looked down at his hands. He knew what she was really asking. “You know, I have been here once before.” She couldn’t see his face but could tell his voice sounded strained.
“You don’t have to…”
“The second anniversary of your death I came here and tried to imagine what a date would be like. So I could say goodbye.” A shadow passed across his features. “It had mixed results.”
“Really, you don’t have to talk about it.” She felt a pang of guilt lance through her core, right past her heart.
He put his hands on hers and raised his eyes. “I want to. I want to replace that weird mournful memory with one of us actually being together in the same place without any armor or weapons or enemies. I wanted to come here with the real you. Not the one I imagined.”
Immediately she felt the guilt replaced with a coil of desire. The familiarity of her love for him mixed with the sweetness of their reconciliation. When did it get so warm in here?
Kaidan got the fairytale dinner that he’d wanted for so long. They savored some Illium seafood and a dense dessert invented by Chef Urun, the famous Volus. The low tones of their conversation never stopped; the ease of their friendship falling back into place effortlessly.
Shepard closed her eyes, savoring the last bite. “So good,” Shepard fluttered her eyelashes. She found Kaidan gazing at her with burning intensity. “What? Is there something on my face?”
Kaidan reached toward her and brushed a thumb across her lips. He lingered on her cheek. Then he gave her a mischievous wink. “No,” he said.
Shepard reached up to cradle his hand against her face.
Kaidan continued, “I just really need to ask you for something.”
Shepard knew he could feel the blush radiating across her cheek. “Oh?”
“Please….” He took a deep breath, “Please. If you ever need to leave again, please, Shepard… Give me a chance to come with you.”
Shepard’s breath caught. The few moments they shared on Horizon & Mars playing back in her head involuntarily.
When she remembered to breathe again she said, “Are you sure about that, Kaidan?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.”
Shepard closed her eyes and turned into his hand, landing a soft kiss against his palm. “I promise.”
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Right as they stepped out onto the walkway, a shiny new skycar dropped from the top lanes through the traffic. Shepard & Kaidan heard honks and scrapes as cars tried to avoid the falling vehicle.
They both clocked the trajectory of the smoking car. It was headed for the restaurant they just left.
“Kaidan!” Shepard squeezed his hand.
“Go!”
They jumped away from the storefront as the luxury skycar careened into the glass. Smoke billowed out from the shattered picture window.
"I left my comm on the ship!” Shepard yelled at Kaidan, her eyes wide.
A goofy grin spread across his face. “Wowwww.” He drew it out. “No gun AND no comm. You must REALLY like me.”
Shepard smirked at him, “No shit, Sherlock.”
A small explosion went off inside.
“Everyone out!” Shepard dove back through the door, recalling the faces she’d seen as they left. The smoke was getting thicker, but her enhanced senses helped her find the coughing victims. She paired up stunned people with those who were more lucid and directed them to the door.
“Here! The exit is this way!” Kaidan bellowed from the doorway. Once the restaurant was clear, she turned her attention to the vehicle. Yes, there was fire, there was smoke, & the chasse of the skycar was twisted and bent; but there was a chance whoever was inside might still be alive. Gingerly she tried to touch the metal. “Ahh!” Her fingertips were burned immediately.
Kaidan yelled through the smoke to her, “Shepard? I think that’s everybody! You need to get out of there.”
“I have to check on the driver!”
She tried to see through the overly tinted windows but couldn’t make out anything. She didn’t hear anyone moving around. She folded up a tablecloth and tried to muscle open the emergency release for the car door. The latch wouldn’t budge. And then the tablecloth caught on fire. She threw it off to the side. “God, if only I had my armor!”
She bolted for Kaidan and pulled him out of the smoke with her. “The driver is stuck. I’m going to call Bailey.”
Shepard ran to a public comm access and dialed C-Sec. “Bailey, there’s a car sticking out of a building at this location. The driver could have survived, but there’s bound to be injuries.”
Sounds of alarmed people running and yelling came to him through the connection. “I’m sending a med unit and back-up. Can you get ‘em out of there?”
“Bailey, I don’t have my armor. This isn’t even my comm. We got the people out of the room, but the car is on fire and jammed closed. We need help to get the driver to safety. Not to mention the explosion and fires will spread through the building.”
“You don’t….you don’t have your armor?” He seemed to struggle with the concept.
“No. I’m on a date.” It still thrilled her to say so.
A beat of silence. Then: “With who?” suspicion in his tone.
“Oh my god Bailey! Send help! I’m with Major Alenko, and he doesn’t have his equipment either.”
Another long beat. “A date?” He seemed incredulous. “The guy who almost sided with Udina like, yesterday?”
Shepard pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yes!” She hissed, hoping Kaidan wasn’t hearing this.
Then she heard laughing. She looked around at the panicked crowd. It was the most incongruous sound to hear in this chaotic environment. Kaidan was valiantly trying to direct the crowds away to a safer distance. No one was laughing here. Then she realized: it wasn’t coming from the crowd.
“HahahaHAA! Is this whole call a prank? I already sent out the units, Shepard, but goddam… this is hilarious! There is no way you are on an actual date with that idiot HAHAHAHAWHOO…”
Shepard did not have time for this. “We are together!” She hissed into the comm.
Bailey’s laughter continued. “Sure. Sure! Look, whatever cover you need for whatever Spectre nonsense you’ve got going on…Just ask me next time. Hahaha…or, you know what? This has been delightful. Do this again! Pahaha…” The line clicked off.
She could practically feel the steam coming from her ears and not because of the fire she’d just run through.
Shepard looked down. Her outfit was a mess. Blood and soot were smeared across her, and the edge of her dress was singed. She picked a piece of broken glass out of her hair. “Garrus is going to have a field day,” she muttered to herself.
Brown eyes were narrowed in concentration, tongue flicking out between lips as Kaidan shifted his gaze between the datapad and the terminal screen.
From her vantage point on the couch, Faith Shepard-Alenko was meant to be reading but she found watching her husband so much more fascinating. His desk was deliberately situated in front of the window, a view of the ocean added to the inspiration.
Lowering the actual paperback, Shepard shifted and then slowly stood up, tossing it aside. The cover had been battered to hell and back, but it was a newfound favourite of hers and she had read it cover to cover.
Kaidan sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, mumbling to himself in the process as if he were completely alone.
Shepard smiled softly as she approached him, slipping her hands over his shoulders and massaging them gently. He gave a low rumble of approval at the unexpected contact.
“Hey…” he whispered, his gaze never leaving the screen.
Leaning in close to his ear, she perused the text for a brief moment. “You know, when I was carrying out crew evaluations, I never went into this much detail.”
His lips slipped into a smile. “Well, being a teacher is a lot different than being a commanding officer,” Kaidan reminded her. “And I'll have you know when I was in command of Normandy, my evaluations were extremely thorough.”
When Shepard had lost three years worth of memories after destroying the Reapers, Kaidan had been left in charge of the ship and although it was a role he hadn't wanted, he had excelled in the position. No one else could have filled her boots the way he had, and nor would she have wanted them to.
However, although he was still an Alliance officer, he dedicated a lot of his time to his students, helping mold the next generation of biotics. It was extremely important since thanks to Cerberus, albeit begrudging gratitude, human biotics were known to be able to safely carry pregnancies to term.
Their own child was proof of that, even if they did keep them on their toes.
“Dork,” she whispered, kissing a spot behind his ear.
Kaidan shifted his head a little, although she knew it was a weak spot. “Faith…”
“What?” she asked, her voice trying to sound innocent enough. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, kneading the flesh beneath and she was rewarded with a rumble of approval, deep and guttural.
“Stop distracting me,” he murmured as his eyes fluttered closed.
“I'm not doing anything,” Shepard retorted, dragging her lips down his neck with a devilish grin. Wherever she kissed made his skin feel like it was on fire and Kaidan couldn't get enough.
Despite his quiet protests, he actually tilted his head so she could access him more easily. This only spurred her on and she kissed back up his neck until she hit his jaw, the stubble tickling her lips.
“I'm trying to work…”
“Take a break,” she countered, eyelids heavy as she moved closer and closer to his mouth.
Kaidan brought up his right hand, tangling it in her hair and stopping her from distracting him further. “You're trouble,” he whispered.
Need to look into how biotics actually work but I'm having stupid silly brain worms about Menai and Kaidan smooching and there's like a literal charge between them,,
Melani's biotics feeling like a warm tropical rainfall , unsure of what kaidan's would feel like rn !! All I know is they'd smooch and feel everything and more and both lost for words but in a good way :-)
ugh agh I am so normal about them (she was not at all normal about them)