#shinsami

My ship lives.

♣ Shinsami graphic  ↳ requested by Miranda

A little something for Shinsami week :)

Summary: Shady Shin and Asami go gift shopping for one another. A/N: I'm kind of stretching the theme for today, but it's the only thing I could come up with! --- “It’s…” Asami says, lifting the gold chain, with its name plate loudly declaring “Asami” in large, gaudy cursive, turning it this way and that so she can get a better look at it. “…shiny. Thank you.” Shin says nothing, is too busy turning over the silver pocket watch in his hands, fingers the chain gently, as though afraid he might snap the delicate links right off if he handles it any more roughly. Asami smiles at this. She takes the watch from his hands. “You tell time with it,” she supplies helpfully, slipping the watch into the pocket of Shin’s jacket, fastening the chain to one of the buttonholes. She takes a step back to get a better look at him. The silver watch clashes horribly with Shin’s gold jewelry. Shin smiles wryly. “Really? I never would’ve guessed, bearcat,” he says. Carefully, he takes the necklace from Asami’s grasp, and, motioning for her to turn around, fastens it around her neck. He examines her closely. The name plate sits on her chest awkwardly, ungainly and completely out of place. They smile. “Perfect.”

-To the Moon and Back, Savage Garden

Summary: Asami takes Shady Shin for a ride on her bike. A/N: ...I thought the idea was cute. :v --- Contrary to popular belief, Shady Shin isn't one for vespas, choppers, scooters, mopeds, motorcycles, motorbikes, mini bikes, or anything even remotely related to the sort. At least in a Satomobile, one could hope for a (small) chance of survival in the unlikely event of a catastrophic thirty car pileup. (This wasn't experience talking, of course. Certainly not.) On a bike? Well... Those things were called "donor-cycles" for a reason. Still, he has to admit - sitting behind Asami as she drives, his hands resting on her shoulders, her whole body leaning into his when she rounds the turns, the two of them moving as one, like some kind of bizarre dance - it's not so bad - in fact, it was kind of... "FUCK!" Shin swears, loudly, his hands jumping from Asami's shoulders so that he can wrap his arms around her waist as she takes the next curve far too quickly for his liking. He feels his face heat up when he hears her laugh, but he doesn't let go of her - feels himself tightening his arms around her, in fact. "...like an accident waiting to happen," he thinks, morbidly, as Asami, still laughing, hits the gas and drives even faster.