Need to Know (Miranda/Ashley) 25/?
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January 19 2015, 23:27:29 UTC
“Does Shepard know you are stalking him, Commander?” Lawson asked, walking to the window of the living room and poured herself a glass of expensive brandy. She raised an eyebrow asking Ashley silently if she wanted one, the bottle hovering over an empty glass. “You still don’t trust him?”
Ashley shook her head at first, then decided she did need a stiff drink. She nodded at the offer.
“Should I have a reason not to?” she managed, buying herself some time while trying to find a way to get to her point. Miranda shrugged, pouring a second glass of brandy and holding it out for her. “I asked him for a favour that can be mutually beneficial. It is concerning Cerberus activities. Is that a satisfactory answer?” Lawson asked over the rim of her glass, cocking a half-smile at Ashley before sipping into the expensive-smelling drink.
Ashley frowned, downing her glass in one big gulp. She hardly had any reason to question their motives. She let out a soft sigh as the brandy slid down her throat smoothly, leaving a pleasant burning sensation.
“Actually, that’s not why I’m here,” she said in a raspy voice as the aftertaste hit, managing a serious expression and somehow tore her gaze away from Lawson’s amused expression, and those piercing, blue eyes. “Oh?” “Yes. I wanted to-to thank you. For what you did.”
Miranda raised a curious eyebrow, the smile not leaving her lips. She took Ashley’s empty glass. Ashley could tell she was not trying to amuse herself and have fun at Ashley’s expense. Whatever favor Lawson asked from Shepard put her in a generous mood and must have decided not to be smug. She stood with the glasses in hand and pondered for a second. “The vids about the Collector Base?” Miranda waved, shrugging it away unassumingly. “I might have had selfish reasons at first, but in the end you deserved to know what happened. There’s really no need to-”
“Not that!” Ashley snapped. She didn’t want to sound so impatient, but she was nervous and wanted to get to the point.
Miranda frowned, eyeing her suspiciously. “The hospital,” Ashley blurted out. “I figured it out.” “Oh,” Lawson said, putting the glasses down absently, and looking away. Ashley couldn’t decide if she was nervous that she got careless or embarrassed that she was caught doing something nice for somebody.
Ashley felt like her head would explode, trying to decode the woman’s body language, but she was really bad at this. She was used to marines and civilians, not the finer points of non-verbal communication. This was not a combat situation. With her heart beating in her throat, she took the chance and seeing the opening, she stepped closer.
Lawson looked back at her warily, and this time it was evident even for Ashley that she was trying to play it down. “Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought it would be a waste-“ Miranda said, trying to sound nonchalant, but before she could finish, Ashley touched her arm and planted a kiss on her lips.
She just couldn’t wait any longer. That tiny hesitation and faux calmness was enough. She was so wound up for a while now, watching every little vibe and gesture and she had so much time to think about every little detail, that she felt if she waited any longer she will go crazy.
That first touch was electric, her lips soft, setting off a spark that made Ashley’s chest almost burst, all that tension releasing, endorphins flooding her system. Whatever happened next, Ashley felt she could handle it. It was liberating, and she was already preparing to apologise. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!
She could feel Miranda tensing up in surprise and pulled away, putting her hands gently on Ashley’s shoulder. “What are you doing?” she asked, more baffled than shocked, shaking her head in confusion as if trying to prevent Ashley from doing something stupid.
Ashley felt much more confident, and the fact that Lawson did not freak out or slam her into the wall with a biotic blast was at least promising. She spoke quietly. “It seems I owe you my life,” Ashley whispered, her eyes flashing. She locked her gaze with Miranda’s.
Ashley shook her head at first, then decided she did need a stiff drink. She nodded at the offer.
“Should I have a reason not to?” she managed, buying herself some time while trying to find a way to get to her point.
Miranda shrugged, pouring a second glass of brandy and holding it out for her.
“I asked him for a favour that can be mutually beneficial. It is concerning Cerberus activities. Is that a satisfactory answer?” Lawson asked over the rim of her glass, cocking a half-smile at Ashley before sipping into the expensive-smelling drink.
Ashley frowned, downing her glass in one big gulp. She hardly had any reason to question their motives. She let out a soft sigh as the brandy slid down her throat smoothly, leaving a pleasant burning sensation.
“Actually, that’s not why I’m here,” she said in a raspy voice as the aftertaste hit, managing a serious expression and somehow tore her gaze away from Lawson’s amused expression, and those piercing, blue eyes.
“Oh?”
“Yes. I wanted to-to thank you. For what you did.”
Miranda raised a curious eyebrow, the smile not leaving her lips. She took Ashley’s empty glass. Ashley could tell she was not trying to amuse herself and have fun at Ashley’s expense. Whatever favor Lawson asked from Shepard put her in a generous mood and must have decided not to be smug. She stood with the glasses in hand and pondered for a second.
“The vids about the Collector Base?” Miranda waved, shrugging it away unassumingly. “I might have had selfish reasons at first, but in the end you deserved to know what happened. There’s really no need to-”
“Not that!” Ashley snapped. She didn’t want to sound so impatient, but she was nervous and wanted to get to the point.
Miranda frowned, eyeing her suspiciously.
“The hospital,” Ashley blurted out. “I figured it out.”
“Oh,” Lawson said, putting the glasses down absently, and looking away. Ashley couldn’t decide if she was nervous that she got careless or embarrassed that she was caught doing something nice for somebody.
Ashley felt like her head would explode, trying to decode the woman’s body language, but she was really bad at this. She was used to marines and civilians, not the finer points of non-verbal communication. This was not a combat situation. With her heart beating in her throat, she took the chance and seeing the opening, she stepped closer.
Lawson looked back at her warily, and this time it was evident even for Ashley that she was trying to play it down.
“Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought it would be a waste-“ Miranda said, trying to sound nonchalant, but before she could finish, Ashley touched her arm and planted a kiss on her lips.
She just couldn’t wait any longer. That tiny hesitation and faux calmness was enough. She was so wound up for a while now, watching every little vibe and gesture and she had so much time to think about every little detail, that she felt if she waited any longer she will go crazy.
That first touch was electric, her lips soft, setting off a spark that made Ashley’s chest almost burst, all that tension releasing, endorphins flooding her system. Whatever happened next, Ashley felt she could handle it. It was liberating, and she was already preparing to apologise.
I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!
She could feel Miranda tensing up in surprise and pulled away, putting her hands gently on Ashley’s shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she asked, more baffled than shocked, shaking her head in confusion as if trying to prevent Ashley from doing something stupid.
Ashley felt much more confident, and the fact that Lawson did not freak out or slam her into the wall with a biotic blast was at least promising. She spoke quietly.
“It seems I owe you my life,” Ashley whispered, her eyes flashing. She locked her gaze with Miranda’s.
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