Heads to her room

Shepard’s breaths came in short, uneven gasps as she stumbled down the dimly lit corridor of the Normandy. Her body still hummed with the aftershocks of what had just happened. Kaidan. The wall. The way she’d pinned him there, her hands trembling with a need that wasn’t entirely her own. It had been raw, primal, and utterly consuming. But now, as the haze of that strange, electric desire began to fade, clarity returned—and with it, a gnawing unease.

What the hell was that? She pressed a hand to her forehead, her skin damp with sweat. Her thoughts felt scattered, like fragments of a dream slipping through her fingers. She’d had moments like this before, flashes of something… other. But this? This was different. It wasn’t just a fleeting urge. It was as though something had taken control of her body, her mind, and left her at its mercy.

She reached her quarters and slid the door shut behind her, leaning against it for a moment as her chest heaved. The room was quiet, the soft hum of the ship’s engines a familiar backdrop. But the silence did nothing to calm the storm inside her. Her body was still alight with tension, her skin prickling with a restless energy that demanded release.

She moved to the bed, her legs unsteady beneath her, and sat down heavily. The mattress dipped under her weight, and she let out a shaky breath, her hands resting on her thighs. Think, Shepard. What just happened? What’s happening to you? But her thoughts were a jumble, impossible to untangle. The only thing she could focus on was the heat pooling low in her belly, the ache between her legs that refused to be ignored.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she fought against it. But the harder she resisted, the more insistent it became. Why are you fighting this? The voice in her head was soft, almost teasing. Isn’t this what you wanted? What you’ve always wanted?

Shepard shook her head, her jaw tightening. No. This isn’t me. This isn’t— But the words caught in her throat as her body betrayed her. Her legs shifted restlessly, her thighs pressing together as a fresh wave of arousal washed over her. She could still feel Kaidan’s hands on her, the way he’d looked at her, the way he’d touched her. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, and she let out a low, frustrated groan.

Her fingers twitched, and before she could stop herself, they were moving. The first touch was tentative, her fingertips brushing over the fabric of her pants. But it was enough to make her breath catch, her hips arching slightly into the contact. Just one touch. Just to take the edge off. But she knew it wouldn’t stop there. It couldn’t.

Her hands moved with a mind of their own, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs. The cool air against her heated skin made her shudder, and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. Her fingers trailed up her inner thighs, teasing, exploring, until they found the wetness waiting for them. Fuck. The word slipped out in a whisper, her body trembling as she circled her clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips rocking into her hand. It wasn’t enough. She needed more. Her fingers dipped lower, sliding through her slick folds before pressing inside. A gasp escaped her as she curled them, finding that sweet spot that made her toes curl. Yes. Like that. She moved faster, her breaths coming in short, **** pants as pleasure surged through her.

She could see him in her mind—Kaidan, his dark eyes filled with desire, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her. The memory was vivid, intoxicating, and it only fueled the fire burning inside her. Her fingers worked faster, her other hand reaching up to cup her breast, her thumb brushing over her nipple in time with her thrusts. Fuck, yes. Just like that.

But even as the pleasure built, a part of her mind fought against it. This isn’t you. This isn’t— But the thought was cut off as her body tightened, her muscles coiling with the promise of release. She was so close, so close, but she couldn’t let herself go. Not yet. Not until she understood what was happening to her.

She slowed her movements, her chest heaving as she fought to regain control. Her fingers stilled inside her, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. What the hell is wrong with you, Shepard? She didn’t know. But she was going to find out.