Curious Jealousy- a F!Shenko Fic

Chapter Forty: Angry

(Last Sentence from Chapter Thirty-Nine)

"It didn't mean anything- it was just a shock and my body reacted automatically!" he assured her, stepping towards her, wanting her to understand that it didn't mean anything.

She narrowed her eyes and pushed him so that he stumbled down the stairs. She narrowed the space again and drew close enough to draw his lower lip in between her teeth as he gripped her hips tightly in his hands (in the back of him mind, he absently thought that he'd probably leave bruises, but it wasn't pressing enough to loosen his fingers).

Strangely, he found it painfully erotic- her kiss.

"Did you like it?" she demanded.

"Huh?" His mind was completely lost on anything but her body pressed against him so he started when she pulled back far enough to slap him across the face.

He deserved that.

He was lucky she didn't punch him.

She gripped his face between her hands and forced him to focus on her. "Her kiss," she emphasized it with a hard kiss of her own.

Her kiss was very different from that of Adria. Despite being drunk, Adria's kiss had been soft and almost questioning- pleading. Shepard's was hard- demanding. She knew what she wanted from Kaidan and she took it by her own power. She didn't need him to make her feel wanted, she allowed him the pleasure of knowing that she wanted him.

"Her hand down your pants," she continued as she snaked a hand to just above his waistband- not dipping any lower. Their bodies were still pressed tight against each other and he could practically feel her anger radiating off of her.

"Her body pressed against yours." Shepard pressed another hard kiss against his lips- more of a war with tongues and teeth than a kiss, really.

"No," he choked out as she forced his hands to grip her breasts through her tank.

Her breath stuttered when he lowered his head to lay kisses along her neck. "Is this what you did with her?" she demanded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down harder. "Did you palm her breasts and kiss her like she was the only woman you thought of?"

"No," he insisted.

She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled hard enough so that his head was forced up. "Are you sure your body didn't just do it automatically?" she hissed.

Kaidan shook his head and stepped back (despite his body insisting that he stay exactly where he was). "You don't get it, do you?" he asked gently.

Shepard's eyebrows shot up as she stared at him in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Oh boy. He knew that tone. If he didn't remedy the situation soon, there was likely to be at least one murder (most likely two, though) and possibly an explosion on the Citadel.

Everyone knew how Hope loved explosions.

"I don't love her- I never did. There's only you- only ever been you, Hope. What happened earlier was a mistake that won't happen again."

She eyed him coldly as she tried to figure out his sincerity. "You're mine," she informed him matter-of-factly. "You're not hers."

"I know," he assured her.

Again, she stared at him. "I'm still mad."

"I know."

"Would it make you very angry if she happened to turn up dead in the next could of days?" she asked, deceptively sweetly.

Kaidan shook his head tiredly. "Not so much angry as upset that you let it bother you so much. You won't do it, anyway- it's not who you are."

She let a small smile loose as she walked up to him and kissed him gently on the lips. "Doesn't mean that I can't fantasize about it."

He gripped her hips once again. "How about we forget about it and continue our evening?" he asked, kissing her.

Laughing, she pushed him away. "Take a shower, brush your teeth, and go to bed, Romeo," she ordered. "We'll have to pick this up some other night- for some reason, the thought of you still wearing the same clothes that another woman pressed her naked body on doesn't do it for me."

"Hope," he groaned.

"March it, Major," she ordered. "Back to the crew deck with you- and consider it appropriate punishment for your body reacting automatically."

Kaidan pouted on his way out the door. "Good night, Hope."

"Try again some other night when another woman hasn't had her tongue down your throat and her hands down your pants," she offered.

Dejected, he shuffled uncomfortably down to his quarters.

He glanced down at his erect member and sighed. "This is your fault," he muttered.