oc kiss week
not particularly new, but Aedan and Kaidan's first kiss
Their first kiss, real kiss, she expects to feel desperate. Demanding. Greedy.
God knows, they’re being stupidly greedy, here.
She’s used to kisses being…tests. Deep and hot but mostly just to see if the chemistry is cooking the way it ought to before the main event. Kisses are for lovers and she’s never been that.
Maybe there’s a thought that if it’s their only kiss…that he would get exactly how much she wanted him just now.
But his gravelly confession -the crack in that steady voice- hooks in her gut, brings her up short.
Human. Something unfamiliar and fierce coils along the want pulsing through her and it gentles the hand that she's got around his neck to yank him towards her, her fingers stroking along the upper vertebra just under his amp instead and the noise he makes plants another small hook under her skin, like a berry bramble with a promise of sweetness.
Up on her tiptoes, Aedan places her other hand on his cheek and Kaidan leans into it. From underneath her lashes, she watches his dark eyes flutter shut at the tentative, questioning soft pressure of their lips meeting.
Parting her lips slightly, brushing the tip of her tongue against the faint ridge of the scar that has fascinated her for months. The skin around it velvety as if he’d shaved minutes ago. Kaidan breathes in sharp and his fingers dig into her side as he drags his other hand up to cradle her skull.
She feels him whisper her name against the corner of her mouth. And then he shifts, his tongue slides against hers and heat floods down her spine.
She’s working her way to the corner of his jaw, enjoying the way he’s stretched out against her, how fluid he’s turned suddenly when he’s usually so solid, his fingers pressing her closer as if he can’t quite get enough of her mouth on him when he flinches.
She pulls back. “Okay there?”
“Yeah. yeah, Just uh, nicked myself. Shaving earlier.” His pupils are blown wide and dark and she wants to drown herself in them.
But…”Did you shave for me?” That tender bit of consideration is something she’d like to get a little more of.
His fingers brush the soft underside of her jaw, already flushed and red. “Well...yeah?”
Fuck, she doesn't know what to do with that. Where does that even come from? Burying the moment of bafflement, she dives back into the kiss, into him. Into a slide of tongue and hint of teeth, into the way his fingers, calloused and warm, are skimming up her spine and dragging back down.
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oc kiss week!
in which Regis puts his sights on Nyx... (Nyx Shepard canon [no-Reapers/Protheans almost won but there are remnants of Reapers], Regis as a mercenary AU)
first time really writing Nyx's POV and it's a non-canon (maybe) prompt fic. not sure if I'll do much more for this week, but this was fun :).
visuals of Nyx and Regis:
"So, you're the man my dear Alliance ended up with," he purred into the comms. Nyx made a sound in disgust, nearly muting the comm after realizing it was a private channel. Kaidan gave him an odd look, and by all means, he should tell Kaidan about the conversation. But... he didn't. Not yet. And Steven wasn't here either to actually interrogate him.
With a nod and an incline towards the back of the hideout where he knew the bathroom was, he hoped that he singled to Kaidan that he needed a bit of time alone. Kaidan, again--did his boyfriend have any other looks--gave him a concerned look, but he didn't protest. They were weathering a sandstorm in some house that Massani and Shepard had for themselves. A safe place to stay. They were upstairs, while he and Kaidan took the downstairs.
Being in unfamiliar territory has made them all on edge. Backwater terminus system planet that supposedly had some prothean tech, possibly another beacon that could shine even more light on the remaining Reapers. Their numbers were dwindling, that much Nyx knew. But their mission wouldn't be done until they get them all.
By the time he was out of earshot, the comm was dark. No one was picking up. He cursed, shaking his head and entering the bathroom to splash some water on his face. His hair was a goddamn mess, long since frizzed and unkempt, no longer in a smooth ponytail. Dark circles were deep set, and his biotics crackled underneath his skin, desperate to be released.
He couldn't wait until he was long gone and back home on Arcturus with Steven and Kaidan.
A knock sounded on the door. "Kaidan, I'm fine," he yelled back, but it wasn't Kaidan that responded with a laugh.
The door opened, revealing Shepard, in a low-cut pair of joggers and a tanktop that was definitely too large for him. He had a distinct feeling those belonged to Massani.
"Do you not believe in any goddamn privacy?" Nyx bit out, narrowing his eyebrows.
"Please, we all know you weren't doing shit in here, and you didn't lock the door. That's on you," Shepard replied, walking towards him. "No, I just wanted to talk to you."
"And what, put a claim on Alenko? He's mine, Shepard, and also Hackett's. Life intervened with your chance, and I'm sorry, but if you're here to--"
"We lost his data too," Shepard interrupted, his face surprisingly open. His stance was relaxed, and Nyx belatedly realized he wasn't here to start a fight, despite how casual he was when he barged in.
Love has made him blind, for fuck's sake.
"And?" Nyx said, crossing his arms.
"Zee's talking to Alliance," he said, sliding up to him. Nyx stepped back. "We just want to clear the air."
Nyx met his gaze. "Fine. What about?"
"When all this shit is over and you two head your pretty little asses back down to Alliance territory, we were thinkin' of following." A hint of red was on his cheeks, betraying something deeper underneath his confident tone. "Zee wants to see your mutual admiral again. I'd like to go toe-to-toe with the one biotic that beat my ass in pure power. And you... you're the unknown."
"I'd like to keep it that way."
"Do you?" Shepard leaned in, whispering in his ear. "I feel that power you are trying to hide, my friend."
"You know what has happened to those that learned of my power?" Nyx challenged, grabbing Shepard's chin. "They're dead. Be careful to not end up with them."
"And there's that Phoenix coming out," he teased, not even flinching. "Good grip. Maybe it's you I need to test my skill with."
Nyx simply raised an eyebrow. "If you want biotic power, that's all Alenko. But if you want to know what it's like to fight a veteran of the FCW, by all means, I'll offer myself up with one caveat."
"And that is?"
Nyx let go of his chin and instead pulled him in for a quick kiss, tangling his hand in his hair and letting out a muffled chuckle at Shepard's gasp of surprise, enjoying the scrape of his beard against his own. His shocked expression was a treasure, those red eyes blown with lust. Nyx took a little amusement in Kaidan's penchant for men with gene-modded eyes and faces full of piercings. "Be a bit more upfront with what you really wanted. If all you wanted to do was fuck us, then just ask."
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