@alenk0s says, “ i don't care if someone sees us, i need you, now. ”
flushed, that's what she is, the heat from him coupled with the want that slams into her from his words making her desperate. his hands on her hips, she thinks his lap may be her new favorite place. her mind is addled, thinking of all the ways they could be caught, thoughts drifting briefly to them still at the circle; if she had been a little less thickheaded, if possibly they'd be doing this behind a bookcase in the library, or hiding in the storage closet. kaidan was never this bold at kinloch, she thinks, or maybe he was and she just never noticed. she was never this bold either, hands gripping tight to his shoulders as she rocks against him, the barest hint of friction between them with clothes still on.
the water of the pond is soft behind them, gentle lapping at the edges that feels fundamentally opposite for what they were doing, what they are doing. someone could see them — the pond is only a five minute walk from their camp, all of them know this is where her and kaidan come to train. what if someone came looking, and found them like this? the thought sends a shiver down her spine, and she leans in to kiss him again, licking at his lower lip before letting out a faint laugh. “ you need me, is that it? ” another roll of her hips, and another, and another, eyes half lidden in pleasure. la'harya thinks that if there are any gods out there, they've certainly blessed kaidan with endowment, if the hardness buried within the fabric between her thighs had anything to say about it, and she's extremely grateful for it right now.
one hand comes up to card her fingers through the top of his hair, eyes catching his. a wicked smile takes over her mouth, “ what part of me do you need, kaidan? ”














