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+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,649
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Mass Effect, or its characters, and I do not make any money from these writings. They all belong to Bioware and Demiurge Studios. They're the talented ones... I just needed to get this damned thing out of my head.
Epilogue
I felt a laugh bubble up. Smooth Turian devil. I couldn't stop grinning, shaking my head a little at myself as a flood of warmth illuminated my cheeks. 'See you soon' indeed.
Then, I heard the door click behind me. I turned. He was standing behind me, awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tell. "So..."
I nodded towards the wine. "Nice touch."
"Heh. Thanks." He stepped forward, within arm's reach. "Listen, Shepherd...about..." I looked up at him, locking eyes. He stuttered a bit, glancing down. When he looked back up, there was resolve in his eyes...and my best reassuring smile on my face.
He drew in a deep breath. "I've always admired you, Shepherd. In many ways." I stepped forward, close to him, and rested my hand on his upper arm. I felt his relieved sigh. He reached out and put his hand on my waist, drawing me closer. His other hand ran through my hair, brushing it away from my face and caressing it down to my neck. "Many ways. I never even thought... even entertained the possibility that you might...that we might..."
"I know." I rested my forehead on his chest, my other hand snaking around his waist. We stood there a moment, holding each other, silent. I felt strangely at peace, his taloned fingers stroking my hair, the small scales on his arms warm and smooth under my fingers. I'd trusted him with my life time and again. He'd had my back more times than I could count. He was a solid friend. In his arms, that friendship felt warmer, sweeter.
After a very long moment, his arms relaxed, releasing me. I did the same, somewhat reluctantly. He grinned down at me. "Well, I fear that we've gone about this a touch backwards."
I blinked. "How so?" I resisted the dirty jokes that sped to mind, mostly out of curiosity.
He bowed slightly. "Katherine, would you do me the honor of going to lunch with me?" He held out a hand.
I took it. "I'd love to." And with that, we strolled out through the Normandy with a new understanding.
Then, I heard the door click behind me. I turned. He was standing behind me, awkwardly. He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tell. "So..."
I nodded towards the wine. "Nice touch."
"Heh. Thanks." He stepped forward, within arm's reach. "Listen, Shepherd...about..." I looked up at him, locking eyes. He stuttered a bit, glancing down. When he looked back up, there was resolve in his eyes...and my best reassuring smile on my face.
He drew in a deep breath. "I've always admired you, Shepherd. In many ways." I stepped forward, close to him, and rested my hand on his upper arm. I felt his relieved sigh. He reached out and put his hand on my waist, drawing me closer. His other hand ran through my hair, brushing it away from my face and caressing it down to my neck. "Many ways. I never even thought... even entertained the possibility that you might...that we might..."
"I know." I rested my forehead on his chest, my other hand snaking around his waist. We stood there a moment, holding each other, silent. I felt strangely at peace, his taloned fingers stroking my hair, the small scales on his arms warm and smooth under my fingers. I'd trusted him with my life time and again. He'd had my back more times than I could count. He was a solid friend. In his arms, that friendship felt warmer, sweeter.
After a very long moment, his arms relaxed, releasing me. I did the same, somewhat reluctantly. He grinned down at me. "Well, I fear that we've gone about this a touch backwards."
I blinked. "How so?" I resisted the dirty jokes that sped to mind, mostly out of curiosity.
He bowed slightly. "Katherine, would you do me the honor of going to lunch with me?" He held out a hand.
I took it. "I'd love to." And with that, we strolled out through the Normandy with a new understanding.