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6. What is/are their love language(s)?

Touch. Under all those figurative shield emitters, the Savior of the Galaxy is a cuddle slut, and Kaidan is here for it.

This doesn’t mean sex, per se, as they could both go for extended periods of time without sex and not think anything of it. While they very much enjoy sex with each other, they are both on the ace spectrum and sex is not crucial to their relationship.

Touch, on the other hand, is crucial. Casual touching, hand holding, cuddling, random hugs…After all they go through, I think that physical touch is reassuring. An anchor, if you will. A reminder that the other is real, and still here.

30. Write a short exchange of dirty talk between them.

Kaidan walks past Shepard sprawled on the couch on his way upstairs, nearly reaching the steps before he stops, turns, and blinks.

“You’re naked,” Kaidan says.

“Someone's observant,” Shepard replies, elbow propped on a cushion and indeed wearing nothing but a smirk. He stretches a little to emphasize it, arcing his hips just so. Kaidan runs a finger over his datapad. It’s a nice, uh. View.

“Aren’t you cold?” Kaidan asks. “It’s freezing in here.”

Shepard rolls his eyes. “Then why don’t you come warm me up.”

Kaidan retraces his steps back to the couch and sits on the edge, being much more observant this time. These days, the hard muscle Shepard wore as a soldier has grown softer, and he carries a hint more flesh than he used to.

It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful.

“Looking like that, think I might do more than warm you up,” Kaidan murmurs, running a hand down his chest.

“Fuck, your ice cube hands,” Shepard yelps, belly jumping under Kaidan’s fingers. “I said warm me up, not give me hypothermia.”

“I’m sorry, are you seducing me, or…..?”

“Yes, damn it, I’m seducing you. Be seduced.”

“Dunno,” Kaidan muses. “I might need more of a show.”

Shepard drops his chin as well as his voice. “C’mere and kiss me and I’ll give you a show you won’t soon forget.”

Ok, not his smoothest move, but the voice works every time, so Kaidan leans in to oblige him. Shepard’s lips part willingly as Kaidan slips his tongue past. Warm, soft, and…what the fuck?

He sputters and tries to pull back, but Shepard already has an arm locked around his waist.

“Is that vinegar in your mouth?”

Shepard grins.

“Did you gargle vinegar?” Kaidan exclaims.

“Maybe.”

Kaidan stares at him. “You tried to seduce me so that I’d get a mouthful of vinegar when I kissed you?”

“Tried? I think I successfully seduced you.”

“You’re just lying there naked with that fucking grin I fucking love. Like it was hard.”

Shepard waggles an eyebrow. “Not the only thing that’s hard.” He presses himself against Kaidan’s thigh.

Kaidan narrows his eyes and does some pressing of his own. Only it’s the backs of his knuckles against Shepard’s pelvis. Now Kaidan’s the one grinning when Shepard squawks in dismay and nearly shoves Kaidan off the couch.

“Fucking swear I’m going to find you some goddamned mittens,” Shepard grumbles.

“No you won’t.”

“And what makes you so confident?”

Kaidan leans closer to whisper in his ear. “Because you love what I do with my hands.”

Shepard swallows. “Ok, you may have a point there.”

“Come on.” Kaidan takes him by the hand to pull him off the couch. “We’re going upstairs. I’m not kissing you again until you’ve gone through half a bottle of mouthwash. This is revenge for the lemon the other day, isn’t it?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Shepard confirms as they trudge up the stairs hand in hand. “And I’m about to get laid for it, so you’re not exactly discouraging future retaliation.”

“Sam, there is an entire bag of black licorice in the pantry.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Depends on how many times you tell me I’m pretty and I believe it.”

When they reach the top of the steps, Shepard tugs on Kaidan’s hand, spinning him around until they’re in each other’s arms.

“You are, you know,” he murmurs, running a thumb along Kaidan’s jaw. His other arm tightens around Kaidan’s waist. “You’re beautiful. I can’t get over it sometimes.”

A knowing smile spreads across Kaidan’s face as Shepard nestles his naked body against Kaidan’s fully clothed chest.

“You’re freezing, aren’t you.”

Shepard huffs against Kaidan’s neck. “Okay, fine, yes, it’s freezing, I’m freezing.”

Kaidan chuckles as he presses a kiss against his temple. “Then go wash your disgusting mouth out, and when it actually tastes like mouth again I’ll be waiting under the covers wearing about as much as you are.”

Shepard gazes at him for a moment. “I love you, you know that?”

Yeah she really out did herself on that one. But she always does make pretty jewelry. If you want to see more a link to her etsy is on our main page. 

Okay we have another one for Sight of You by Sigrid so I grabbed some different lyrics:

Breakin' in but I won't break down I get tired, kinda grumpy But I'm never in doubt that you've got my back When I see you again

“Lardo!” Shitty shouted. He was already running, and she was laughing at him but her arms were wide open. They collided in the middle of the park, and it was just right. They spun in a circle for what could’ve been ten seconds or ten minutes, and then he pulled back. Just enough to see her face properly.

“I need you to tell me everything about how the installation went. Did they love it? They better have loved it.”

“They made me reposition everything by like two centimeters five times,” Lardo said, rolling her eyes. “But still. They paid me enough that it was worth going to Los Angeles for a sculpture. I need some Dunkin coffee and like thirty minutes of complaining before dinner.”

 THANK YOU! How about a little bit from the Case Files fic I’m working on off and on.  Like the Gellix piece, I decided to focus more on ME2 stories for right now and this got shoved to the back burner.  It’s basically Kaidan using his Spectre status to catch up on some things.  And maybe a little bit of poking around in some back story that he’s been curious about, lol.  

Shepard’s file starts with a few entries from an orphanage that he just glances through until he gets to a series of attempts at foster care. Some only lasted days and attached- what draws his attention- is the black and white holoscan of a serious little girl with a pointed chin in a plaid school uniform with tight braids, freckles, big eyes over a snubbed nose.  She's already got the scar through her left eyebrow. 

No other record found matching available data. Possible id not confirmed.

But it’s her.  He can see her in those clear, direct eyes.

There’s an arrest for an “Ace” Shepard 

Possible alias. Matches available data. Records sealed for age 

And a mugshot.  Definitely Aedan Shepard, the curved scar under her eye still fresh and stark in the forward view. Red hair, unnaturally crayon bright, half shaved and shaggy on the other.  Those eyes lined in red, staring at the camera. Pure murder from a pale, bone thin face, freckles spattered like buckshot. Purple lipstick smeared across her sneer for the camera. One arm long and dangling, the other in a cast, strapped to her side. A sketchy green tattoo on her neck of the side view of an old style pistol, the edge of another, maybe razor wire just at the neck of her shirt, another slash of red makeup stark across her pixie face. No age listed but she can’t be 15 by the date.  

When I was 12 we were gong into town for like school shopping or something. well we drive past tis house and I swear to God I see and small bear in the yard. So I;m freaking out because we need to call the cops because there’s a bear in their yard, and my mom is insisting that there was no bear and we don’t have bears in this part of the state ( we totally do but whatever). turns out It was not a bear but a large stump and yet we still didn’t realize I need glassses!