A Night Off, part 2 (end)
anonymous
February 7 2013, 00:49:22 UTC
“I love listening to you,” she said softly, the little puffs of air as she spoke tickling the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Thanks for everything, Zaeed.”
“Don’t go saying goodbye just yet, Shepard. I’m still here.” He had to turn his head a little more to see her with his good eye, which put his face mere inches from hers. “I’m not about to leave just yet.”
“I hope not. You haven’t been paid yet.”
“The credits just cleared this morning,” he said, his voice husky and low, and she shivered. He felt a surge of male pride that even at his age he could elicit a reaction out of a woman, especially a woman like Shepard.
“You haven’t gotten your payment from me.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” They were balanced right on the razor’s edge between comrades and something more-what that something was, he wasn’t sure, but he thought he’d like very much to find out. Rather than answer his question, she stretched up and closed the gap between them, her lips feather-light against his before pressing closer and kissing him properly. He brought his other hand around to cup her jaw and she tasted just as sweet and warm as he’d thought she would. Her tongue met his and explored his mouth and he let out a little moan before he could stop himself. She smiled and kissed him once more, then rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.
“I’ve been waiting weeks to do that,” she said.
“You could have done it sooner. I wouldn’t have said no.”
“I know, but you so rarely shut up long enough for me to ask.”
“There you go, taking the piss again.”
She stood up and held a hand out to him, helping him to his feet. They started to walk back toward the bar, close enough to hold hands but for the beers that hung between them. “So, I’ve got a room booked for the night, and I don’t mind sharing.”
“I’d planned to go back to the Normandy and drink alone until I passed out,” he said, his hand grazing along the strip of naked skin above the waistband of her pants, “but I don’t think you’re done paying me yet.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I think you’re right. We’re big goddamn heroes now-I think we deserve a night off.”
Re: A Night Off, part 2 (end)
anonymous
February 7 2013, 02:08:08 UTC
A!A--Thanks! Glad you liked it. I was going to go for something more badass at first, but I had a sad about the whole thing and went this route instead. (That being said, if anyone else wants to take a stab at something more becoming of the grizzled ol' merc, feel free to post. The more the merrier, as far as I'm concerned.)
“Don’t go saying goodbye just yet, Shepard. I’m still here.” He had to turn his head a little more to see her with his good eye, which put his face mere inches from hers. “I’m not about to leave just yet.”
“I hope not. You haven’t been paid yet.”
“The credits just cleared this morning,” he said, his voice husky and low, and she shivered. He felt a surge of male pride that even at his age he could elicit a reaction out of a woman, especially a woman like Shepard.
“You haven’t gotten your payment from me.”
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” They were balanced right on the razor’s edge between comrades and something more-what that something was, he wasn’t sure, but he thought he’d like very much to find out. Rather than answer his question, she stretched up and closed the gap between them, her lips feather-light against his before pressing closer and kissing him properly. He brought his other hand around to cup her jaw and she tasted just as sweet and warm as he’d thought she would. Her tongue met his and explored his mouth and he let out a little moan before he could stop himself. She smiled and kissed him once more, then rested her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.
“I’ve been waiting weeks to do that,” she said.
“You could have done it sooner. I wouldn’t have said no.”
“I know, but you so rarely shut up long enough for me to ask.”
“There you go, taking the piss again.”
She stood up and held a hand out to him, helping him to his feet. They started to walk back toward the bar, close enough to hold hands but for the beers that hung between them. “So, I’ve got a room booked for the night, and I don’t mind sharing.”
“I’d planned to go back to the Normandy and drink alone until I passed out,” he said, his hand grazing along the strip of naked skin above the waistband of her pants, “but I don’t think you’re done paying me yet.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I think you’re right. We’re big goddamn heroes now-I think we deserve a night off.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
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