Parallax

A/n: This is a quick interlude of sexy dreams.

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That night, she dreamed of nipples.

They were tiny, dark rose colored things and they were attached to a muscular chest that had a light sprinkling of dark hair. And as she gazed upon them, she knew she'd been acquainted with this pair of nipples before. Shepard glanced up and was happy to find that Kaidan was indeed their owner.

"Hello," she purred, running her hands across his chest.

He peered at her though hooded eyes and gave her a lopsided grin. Shepard returned his grin, finding a personal challenge from his cocky visage. She leaned in and flicked her tongue across his nipple; her reward was a loud hiss. Knowing that she found the right spot, Shepard returned to the nipple and gently bit down, her tongue swooping in to caress the entrapped bud.

Kaidan gasped, his hips thrusting forward against her lithe form. His hands shot out to grip her hips as he wantonly ground himself against her. Shepard laughed outright; he was certainly needy. She brought her mouth to his other nipple and suckled gently, her hips rotating to grind her sex into his lap.

"So, you like it like this?" she murmured, "because I can think of all kinds of ways to torture until you beg for..."

Her sentence was cut off by a slap to the face.

Shepard gasped in indignation.

"What the..."

Another slap.

Shepard bolted upright and found herself staring into the inquisitive eyes of Simon. She sighed, glaring at the pyjack.

"Next time I am having an erotic dream, do not, under any circumstance, wake me up," she huffed.

Shepard yawned and stretched. Hot and bothered would have to be the unfortunate mood of the day.

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Kaidan knew that they were right there; all he had to do was reach out and grab them.

Hips. Shepard's hips, to be more precise.

They made her tiny ass look like a little heart in her armor. Just when he'd been wondering if there was any possible way that he could get even hornier around her, it'd happened. He wanted her more than ever before.

The Lieutenant stalked his prey; she was there, standing in front of the table in her quarters. His hands twitched in anticipation as he formed a quick mental plan of attack. He'd come upon her quickly and seize her hips.

Thus decided, Kaidan watched for the proper moment. As Shepard bent over the table to grab an OSD, he leaped into action. His hands gripped her hips as he ground himself into her from behind.

"Ooo," Shepard purred, "you caught me. What will you do now?"

A silly grin spread across his face; he continued to thrust against her. Jolts of pleasure spread from the bulge in his pants outward. Kaidan didn't want to stop.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she teased. She rubbed back against him.

"Yesssss," he hissed.

Somewhere between his brain and his groin, a communications link had been severed. Kaidan continued to wantonly hump against her. If he could stop for just long enough for them to remove their clothes, it would be very worthwhile.

"So, are you?" Shepard asked, her tone growing impatient.

Kaidan found himself unable to speak as his body continued to disobey its orders. His hips merrily chugged along, completely against his will.

"Kaidan?" she asked, "Kaidan!" Shepard's voice grew increasingly impatient.

He awoke to find himself grinding against the bottom of his sleeper pod, a silly grin spread across his face.

"Kaidan," Shepard sighed, "Please wake up." Her voice came from the small speaker inside the pod.

"I'm up," he replied, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Good. We're docking at the Citadel soon. Meet me at the airlock in your armor within the hour," she ordered.

Kaidan didn't have time to reply as the communications shut off. Grumbling to himself about how pissy Shepard seemed and his impossibly painful erection, the Lieutenant opened the sleeper pod. Thankfully, nobody was around to witness him perform the 'waistband tuck' before he left to get ready to join Shepard.

Though his armor would hide any physical evidence, hot and bothered would be the unfortunate mood of the day.