I just couldn't leave it with the first chapter, it felt like all foreplay and no climax (puns intended). So here's a second chapter, hopefully leaving everyone (including me!) more satisfied.

Her room was magnificent, the view over the city absolutely breathtaking. The walk back in the cool Elysium air had cooled them off a little bit too.

"Drink?" she inquired. He nodded, then padded over to a chair and relaxed. It wasn't that late, but it felt like it.

"Take off your shoes, get comfortable. They probably have you in some shoebox till your ship comes, right?"

"Yes. I guess military accommodation never changes."

"Just wait till you get on the ship itself. Packed in tight, you'll barely have room to breathe. I don't miss those days much."

He began to feel a little self-conscious, sitting there in his socks and mussed up uniform. She was 40 times his age. He did the mental arithmetic again. It didn't go any better the second time.

She brought the drinks over, settled next to him on the couch. Ran one hand along his thigh as she leaned in for a kiss. All thoughts of her age disappeared quickly.

"Here's a tip, Kaidan. Lose the socks when you lose the shoes. There's no smooth and seductive way to take off socks." She smiled as she sat back, sipping something pale and golden. He grinned back, then followed her advice. His drink was the same, and when he sipped it, a muted fire burnt down his throat. It was not quite whiskey, something sweeter, a scent that reminded him of vanilla and roses.

"Kalelor. Thessian whiskey, I suppose, in human terms. A little something of home I like to have with me when I'm travelling."

Kaidan raised his glass to her, took another sip in appreciation. She had gone back to eying him rather shamelessly, and he basked in it. Loosed a couple of buttons on his shirt, leaving the top of a lean and muscular chest open to those roving eyes.

She kicked off her heels, and then ran one blue stockinged foot between his thighs, eliciting a groan as a frisson of electricity ran up his legs and through his spine. He captured the foot, kissing it as his hands wandered upwards searching for the top of the stockings. Drink forgotten, he moved towards her, seeking out her feline eyes, watching them heat up. Soon he was holding himself over her, alternately kissing and nipping the side of her neck, below her scalp crests, as nimble fingers worked on his buttons. Hungrily, her mouth found his as her fingers traced his chest, playing with nipples then working their way to his belt buckle.

"Oh you human males. Similar, but still somewhat exotic. Perfect." Her voice had a ragged edge to it, a lust that mirrored his.

Suddenly, she shoved them backwards on the couch, then dragged him upright till they were standing upright, and then she was leading them back towards the bed. His hands were on her back, till she grabbed them dragged them down to her stomach and then lower. Suddenly the backs of his knees buckled as they hit the edge of the bed and he found himself folding down, as his hands struggled with fasteners of her clothing, then her underwear. Clearly she had lost some patience, as her fingers overtook his.

"Kaidan, snap and twist. You'll want to learn that one." He nodded in agreement, but didn't really care. She was far quicker with his belt and pants, and they pooled at the end of the bed, and were quickly joined by his underwear. He sat up on elbows as she worked on him with her mouth, teasing with her lips and tongue. He grew hard and hot under her ministrations, more than it seemed possible, and as he went to pull her up, pull her away so he could maintain control, so he could pleasure her, his arms snapped back. Her biotics flared blue, capturing him in a perfect hold. He had never seen such control, especially given she was also otherwise engaged.

As he came close and closer to peaking, she moved up, writhing sinuously, and then she was riding him, and lips and tongues and bodies met and parted and met again. Kaidan struggled to hold out, but she knew exactly what she was doing, and she set the pace and then they were there, at the same time, as she clenched around him and he buried himself in her, hips thrusting once last time.

Then, they lay there, sweat cooling, arms around each other. He'd never felt like that before. Never known it could be like that. Kaidan hadn't smoked a day in his life and all of a sudden, all he wanted to do was light up a cigarette.

"Not bad for a beginner." She smiled up at him from the crook of his arm, and then sat up to plant a quick kiss on his lips. Kaidan thought about protesting…only to think better of it. He was a beginner, with asari at least. He had earned his "blue wings", as some of the cadets back at the Academy had called it. Her skin was not quite human, but slightly rougher, more textured. He had felt it earlier, but had no time to dwell on it, but now he ran his fingers over the texture of her arm lightly, felt her shiver slightly. In return, her fingers returned the favour, focussing on the fine hair that covered his arms and then to the rougher, coarser hair at the base of his belly and trailed down. He felt himself growing hard again.

"Ready for round 2?" She asked mischievously. In answer, he let his fingers trail between her legs as kissed her, letting his actions speak for themselves.

The next few hours were a blur. She taunted him and teased him, and then she taught him. The differences in anatomy and physiology between asari and human women (most of his knowledge about the latter was theoretical anyway). How their…azure should touched and tasted. How a biotic tingle or twist or pull at exactly the right time could make the world of difference, transporting them to another level of ecstasy. She was his guide and his mentor, and he was an eager pupil. She showed him the meld, her eyes going black as they shared sensation and feeling and he learned her body from the inside out as she learned his as they went to another plane of pleasure, a feedback loop of climax and comedown and climax again that he could never have imagined.

Years later, when he would teach Shepard some of things he had learnt, particular techniques or uses of biotics, she would ask him where he'd learnt that and he would blush. She would tease him a little and eventually he would tell her the truth, tell her about Kasia and the time they had spent on Elysium. But that was later. As he drifted off into an exhausted yet blissful sleep, arm curled over the asari next to him, all he thought about was the wonderful evening he had just spent.

When he woke the next day, the bed was empty next to him, and he could hear the shower going. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, golden-red, and Kaidan felt a pleasant ache throughout his body. Muscles he hadn't even known existed were making their soreness felt, and he grinned as he remembered exactly how they had been exercised last night. Moments later, she stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around her curvaceous body. They eyed each other, him lying there with a sheet lazily draped over his legs, arms behind his head, a defined and muscular chest on display. She stood with one leg out, hip back, her hourglass figure leaving little to the imagination behind the towel. Then she sighed, and went to the closet, speaking to him over her shoulder,

"Oh Kaidan, Much as I'd like to pick up where we left off last night, I have a breakfast meeting over trade concessions with the Foreign Minister."

"Ahh. OK, then." He pursed his lips in disappointment, but he had been expecting it. He got up and reached for his shirt while admiring the view again. Both of Kasia as she wriggled expertly into her dress, and then of the brilliant sunrise out of her window.

"But, I'm free for dinner, if you are? You do have so much still left to learn." She smiled as she turned around to meet his eyes, and his eyes went slightly cloudy with lust as he took in her statement.

"But of course. I look forward to more…learning."