*post-ME3, Shepard and Miranda, Dinner in the Cabin*
Shepard sighed as he looked through the mess of datapads on his desk. No less than a week after he'd been let out of the hospital had the Council called to assign him back to the Normandy. It made sense considering they really needed their two human SPECTREs right now, but it didn't make him feel much better about the situation.
He'd been so distracted by the reports that he didn't hear the cabin door open.
"You look like you could use a break," a voice said from somewhere to Shepard's left.
"I'm a bit busy right now," he answered without looking.
A quick pull of his chair made the commander drop the datapad in surprise and send a few more to the ground. The strong pull of Biotics sent him into his attacker's arms. He found himself eye to eye with Miranda. She had a bag of food from Deck Two, probably dinner, and two bottles he assumed were filled with alcohol.
"That wasn't a suggestion, Commander," she said in a slightly seductive tone.
A few moments later, Shepard found himself sitting on the couch near his bed pouring Miranda and himself a drink. He could tell from the dinner's main course that Vega had prepaired his huevos rancheros. Even after all the months he'd known Vega, Shepard hadn't had teh chance to try his dinners. Just looking at the plate in front of him made him realize how hungry he was. It must have been hours since his last meal.
Shepard quickly cut himself a piece and devoured it. He closed his eyes and let out a slight moan through his closed mouth. Usually he wasn't one for Mexican food, but this was delicious. He quickly cut himself another piece.
Miranda raised an eyebrow at how hungrily he was consuming his dinner. Though, She had only had dinner with him back when Gardner was cooking the food and that wasn't something to be eating at a quick pace.
Those were the days though. Everyone would be sitting on Deck Two talking about the days missions and talking together. Jack and Wrex would be discussing the latest football game. Mordin and Doctor Chakwas often talked about medical procedues and issues, though they usually made sure the topic wouldn't reuin dinner for anyone who overheard; usually. It seemed Tali and Kasumi had also become friends. In a really odd way, it was a very odd family on the ship.
Miranda took a bite of the rancheros and adimently agreed with Shepard's reaction; they were really good. Maybe a bit more spicy than she was used to, but the flavors melded well.
Only half way through her own dinner, she looked over to find Shepard finished with his. He sat their watching her as he took a sip from his drink. A red splotch of chile was on his cheek. The small mark on his face gave Miranda an idea.
Shepard saw her eyes gain a different look; one of a seductive nature.
Miranda put her plate down and took a quick drink before moving next to Shepard. Neither of them said a word; their eyes did the talking. She leaned in close and, as slowly as she could licked the small ammount of chille from he face. Pulling herself up, the two kissed.
The kiss ended. "Are we moving stright to desert, Miss Lawson?" he asked in a rougher voice than usual.
"I think I know what's on the menu, Commander," she replied.
Ummmmm....I think you guys can headcanon the rest.
Modifié par LanceSolous13, 22 août 2012 - 01:42 .