Ack! Why was I thinking today was Tuesday? (answer: we've got a major winter storm heading through and I was distracted, but still...
SO, how about a snippet, hmm? Let me see... what do I have? How about some noodling around with Caleb and Kaidan I've been drabbling the past day or two? Not sure where this is going or where exactly it fits (post Leviathan and post Omega, I know that much, but prior to Thessia).
(forgive the very rough draft!)
Sleep is a mixed blessing these days. Harder to come by the deeper into the war they get, less rejuvenating than it once was. Cat naps snatched greedily between watches and missions and moments of downtime guarded like a jealous lover protects their partner; blissful oblivion the most precious of commodities in all the galaxy.
Relinquishing his hold on that state comes only with great reluctance… until the first gentle buzz of sensation, familiar and just beneath the surface, tempts and coaxes him back towards consciousness, a reminder that life goes on…
Eyes fluttering open, he reaches out and blinks through semi-darkness, swimming through the morass that stands between sleep and full consciousness. An arm tightens around him, strong, capable, yet careful at the same time. Not so much restraint as reassurance – for Kaidan? For him? At this point, it’s difficult to know anymore – its presence helps keep the chaos and occasional anxiety at bay. Even now.
The arm flexes, the only acknowledgement he receives. It’s enough to chase away the last of the cobwebs. Kaidan retrieves his hand and covers a jaw-cracking yawn and smiles when the arm flexes yet again. He can’t help the soft huff that escapes or the way his knees automatically draw up towards his chest.
The arm loosens. A warm puff of air brushes lightly across the base of his neck. He shivers as it lightly tickles the skin around his implant, the sensation new and unique… and delightful.
Sighing, Kaidan leans back, a move which brings Shepard’s chin over his shoulder as much as it lets Kaidan lean into his chest. “Not that I know of?”
A rumble of laughter, more felt than heard, flutters along Kaidan’s spine. Shepard spans his arm across Kaidan’s chest, his fingertips lightly tracing the shape of muscles and flesh while he moves his lips across the join of Kaidan’s neck and shoulder. Kaidan groans quietly, tilting his head to the side to give him more space.
How did I not know you would like this sort of thing so much? Touching? Kissing? Savoring every moment we can. The world around us ceasing to exist so we can have this time together just for us…
Shepard’s lips curve upward as they cross Kaidan’s collar bone. “That noise you make… do it again?”
Kaidan starts to laugh, but the fingertips, still exploring, find a sensitive spot just as Shepard’s lips find his neck again and he’s lost.
