Songfic Challenge: Partition.

"Rev, if you looked any hotter in that suit, I might have to tear if off."

Shepard raised an eyebrow to the man beside him, both curious and humored. The two decided that dinner would not be cooked at home, but instead at the best five star resturaunt on the Silversun Strip. Well, newest five star restaurant after the incident at Ryuusei's.

"Major Alenko, as tempting as that sounds we do have to show table etiquette. Or have you gone off the handle?" Rev asked playfully. Kaidan knew how to handle his alcohol, wine especially. Kaidan had a rather unusual talent on knowing his wine. Or as Shepard called it, "fancy grape shit."

"Yeah.. Too bad for you there's no fish tank to fall through." Kaidan mocked. Shepard snorted, he was constantly teased about the fish tank thing. But somehow it was worth it, seeing how the other man was practically eye-humping the commander in the car dealership while in the middle of gunplay. I guess many people would have enjoyed a wet, fiery, sexy Rev Shepard. In his N7 jacket and jeans, his undershirt wet and clinging to his skin.

Yes, dinner dates with the commander were great.

Driver roll up the partition please
I don't need you seeing yonce on her knees
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smashed
Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinsky'd all on my gown
Oh, there daddy daddy didn't bring the towel
Oh, baby baby be better slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
And we ain't even gonna make it to this club

Lyrics of "Partition" by Beyonce.