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"Five more minutes."
It was rare to hear Shepard whine like that, and despite himself, Kaidan found that he kind of liked her pleading. She seemed more infallible, more Human.
"We're already late," Kaidan reminded her, his dress shirt half buttoned up.
"Then what's a few more minutes?" she teased, her voice sultry, pink tongue darting between her lips.
The look he gave her was stern, but she ignored it, sitting up on her knees. She was already dressed in a little black cocktail number; the only thing she had to do was slip on some heels, and she'd be perfect.
"Do you know how long it took me to get a reservation?" Kaidan asked, trying in vain to tug back his own shirt. Her fingers were clenched tightly on her prize, unyielding. "I don't have your Spectre connections."
Shepard offered a shrug, almost as if to say that was his problem and not hers. She slipped her other hand into his shirt, connecting with his bare skin and tangled her fingers in his chest hair.
"We don't need a fancy restaurant to celebrate our anniversary, Kaidan." She used the shirt to tug him closer, lips hungrily claiming his, and she wanted to ensure her intentions for him screamed loud and clear.
The woman was his weakness, and boy, did she know it.
"Shepard...please..." Kaidan whimpered.
The hand on his chest moved up, grasping the hair at the nape of his neck. She moved the kiss down his jaw and began suckling on his neck. He was freshly shaven and smelled so fucking good.
With the bed below her cushioning her knees, she kissed a trail down between his nipples, and her grin was devilish. Shepard reached his navel, hovering above his belt buckle.
"Sure, I can't persuade you?"
Kaidan was conflicted until she placed a particularly wet kiss against the fine hair that trailed down to his most intimate area. He threw his head back as she teased down his zipper.
"I guess we can reschedule!"