Order up! #16 (Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble)
From this I love you prompt list!
“Oh, for the love of – which one of you is responsible for this?”
Wrex chuckles. Garrus makes a noncommittal noise. Liara swears she saw nothing. Tali shrugs. James looks only a little worried. Kaidan glares at them all then repeats the question. Same answer.
“Kaidan?” a barely-luid Shepard croaks from the sticky bar floor. “’s’that Kaidan Alenko? Kaidan!”
“What did you give him to drink?” Kaidan demands.
“Little bit of this and that,” Garrus answers.
“Some of it might have been illegal,” Wrex adds.
Liara at least has the decency to look chagrined. “Most of it was probably illegal.”
“Shit,” Kaidan answers. “All right. You people are officially off shore leave. Report back to the ship and just hope that the Hero of the Citadel doesn’t die.”
He doesn’t wait for any of them to respond. He bends down and hooks his arm under Shepard’s, dragging the man up to as standing a position as he can get him. Shepard sways dangerously, eyes closing.
“Don’t you dare pass out,” Kaidan says sharply. “I will leave you in a gutter somewhere. If I can find one.”
“Kaidan,” Shepard drawls. “Kaidan, y’know, you’re amazing.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says sarcastically. “Left, right, soldier. Come on, we’re almost there.”
His back is aching by the time he dumps them into a skycar to the docks and through the decontamination system that lasts much longer than necessary because Shepard is alcohol-sweating something the filters don’t like. The walk of shame to the Captain’s Cabin is worth it for Kaidan’s state of mind. It’ll take a lot for him to live this one down. Then again, he’ll probably wear the drunken shame like a badge of honor.
Kaidan’s glad that he’s been here to the cabin enough that he can maneuver it in the dark.
“Need t’feed the fish,” Shepard mutters.
Kaidan ignores it and dumps the commander on his bed. He sits down on the edge to help remove Shepard’s boots, socks, pants. “You’re plastered,” he says.
“I love you,” Shepard says. He wavers up for a sloppy kiss that Kaidan allows him because there’s no use arguing with a drunk/drugged/whatever man. “I love you,” he says again. Then his brain appears to get stuck in a feedback loop. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” a dozen or more times. A second dozen, and Kaidan starts to chuckle. Shepard is pressing kisses all over him, up his neck and over his face, probably flirting because he keeps missing his mark for the lips. The repeated mantra of love goes on until it sounds like Kaidan’s shorted out his translation implant and can’t understand the words anymore.
They’re rolling on the bed, uncoordinated and laughing and kissing and suddenly Shepard is asleep, snoring loudly. Kaidan both wants to continue laughing and punch him all at the same time. He gives up on both, worming his way out from under his weight to brush his teeth and dress down for bed. He can deal with the commander’s hangover in the morning. Or not.




