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‘Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down TheNeck‘

The Citadel, beacon of civilization, spread out below Miranda’s window in lush gardens and silver architecture. All she saw was the potential threat of the window, the door, the crowds walking the hallways and walkways of the Presidium.

Kai Leng…Her fingers brushed her pistol. Even being here was a risk, one she’d weighed in her head a dozen times over before she’d snuck aboard under a fake identity and found this safehouse. Cerberus would gladly kill her and the Alliance had no reason to do anything but slap cuffs on her.

But she had to find Oriana, and with her own network disrupted or destroyed that meant she needed Alliance resources. Whatever the risk.

And there was only one Alliance officer who would even consider it.

The door slid open and despite herself, her fingers slid to her concealed pistol.

“Easy,” Shepard filled the doorway, arms crossed, that infuriating little half smirk on her mouth. “It’s just me.”

The scientist in Miranda always enjoyed the sight of Commander Shepard - a woman torn from death’s grasp by medicine and science. A warmth settled in her chest now - but that had nothing to do with the pursuits of science..

Jane was dressed in Alliance blue, and for all of Miranda’s complicated feelings towards the Systems Alliance, she had to admit the Commander wore that uniform with a self-assurance and ease that’d always been absent when she was in Cerberus colours. She wore it like a second skin.

She opened her mouth to launch her entreaty, but Shepard crossed the distance between them in long, confident strides and kissed her. Her mouth was as steady as her hands on Miranda’s hips, a slow burn of warmth. An anchoring.  Hard guilt was heavy and sharp-edged in her gut but she couldn’t help but return it, threading her fingers through tousled red hair.  

When their lips parted with a soft pop audible in the silent room, she tugged at those strands of hair. “Does the Alliance not have hair regulations anymore?”

Shepard’s lips curved, her green eyes not wavering. “I’m special forces, Miss Lawson. Don’t need to worry about that during wartime.”

“Listen, I need to talk to you about something.”

“In a minute,” Shepard murmured, her lips ghosting over her jaw. “I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Impatient as ever,” she managed as the kisses continued down her neck, soft and lingering.

Was tagged by @illusivesoul. Thanks dude! Been a while since I did one of these. You are all in for a treat. Been sitting on this FemShiranda WIP for a couple weeks at least now. Aaaaaalmost done. I hope.

“I really admire you, Miranda.” Artemis twists the glass clockwise and counterclockwise in her hands, watching the light bounce off the glass. Her words come out in a whisper, almost as if she’s talking to her drink, and not the woman next to her.