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"Sorry for being a pain in the ass lately."

      Exhausting she had been; hurtful, too, but he probably deserved it, and she was who she was — there would barely be a thing he couldn’t forgive her, especially not if it was just her being moody. He’d follow her to the end of the universe. (He did.)

          “No need to apologize. Come here?”

      He loves her. He loves her so much it hurts, and he could never, ever say no to her. 

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"So say I was unobtainable or not into you or something, hypothetically, who would be the next person on your list to screw on the ship?"

            “I’m never going to tell you anything ever again.” 

      There is no way she’s gonna get an answer to that. He’d never hear the end of it. Besides, it kinda degrades their relationship to only sex, and that… kinda stings. 

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"Alenko, report to the ship as soon as possible. We'll bang, okay?"

      “Shepard, this is an open comm line.” 

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MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.

Bold what you apply to your muse. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!

DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE: hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION: arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair //hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders //droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE: hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up/shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY: chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent/closed gestures // clearing throat // “whew” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer/marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION: short breaths // “tsk” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling //revealing teeth/grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw/grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

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weaponsdonotweep:

    It’s habit to curl into his arms, allowing him to share the pain for the briefest of moments. The attempt at distracting him had fallen flat for the first, and hopefully last, time and with it went the last idea on how to avoid the topic. But maybe this was a sign that it shouldn’t be avoided, that the burden of carrying around the thought that she wasn’t going to live past the end of the war needed to be discussed with someone else. 

     But was it too big of a burden? They were both fighting the war, both dealing with the deaths of people known and unknown, with their own always on the horizon as if waiting for one slip up before the reaper came to take them. If he could deal with that surely he could help her deal with her own dread. 

          “I’m going to die at the end of the war. I can feel it in every bone of my body.”

     The words come in a rush as if having been waiting to come out the entire time. But despite that they’re still soft, quiet, hesitant. As if worried about his reaction. It wasn’t as if she wanted to leave him, no, if given the choice she would have run off right then to be with him for the rest of their lives and not had a complaint. 

     Battleworn hands, ones that know how to deal pain and death much better than comfort, draw over her skin, her hair, careful as if he was scared to break her. And this late at night, he is — she's a lioness, a force of nature when she has to be, but in the quiet of their shared bed, she doesn't have to pretend. She still does, more often than he likes, and he doesn't even know how often he doesn't catch it — he knows her quite well by now, but she's good at it, and he's never been the best at keeping secrets, or knowing them.

     She's scared. Of course she is; they all are, she just thinks she's not allowed to be. Not even here, when it's just him. Arms wrap around her a little tighter, as if she might just slip away if he doesn't hold onto her. (It wouldn't be the first time.)

           "You can't know that. It's not true. I won't let you."

     The weak attempt of a smile lingers in his voice, but it's just as her fearlessness — make pretend.

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i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining 

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goremate:

from the bottom of my heart, please know, that i’d appreciate being slammed against a wall with your hand down my pants and your breath against my neck saying that I am yours and only yours

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"Do you know what you and the Mako have in common? I can flip you both on your back."

     Near death experiences — and common ones, at that, as anyone who’s ever been in a Mako with her or even heard via rumor how she drives one — shouldn’t be a turn on. Really. That should kill off any feeling at all. Except he knows full well that she can handle a guy the same way if she wants to. And that probably shouldn’t be a turn on either; but had been long before there was even the hint of anything between them.

     Dry swallow. Yeah, that image too is now engraved in his head.

           "Is that so, Commander?“

     Even if she’s blind, his voice will make sure she knows she’s won that one.

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uranodioning:

“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat

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"Hey Alenko is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants."

            “Are you trying to sleep with me or make fun of me.”

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You should also consider five times kissed as well

i.

she's fire. she's a blazing sun, scouring everything she touches and leaving nothing behind. her flames lick over high and wide, drawing in, consuming. her light is blinding but everywhere; it's impossible to look at anything but even if it means to be doomed forever.

she's a storm, there one moment and gone another, only to come back and wreck havoc another time. she tears down what's in her way and leaves nothing the way it was. her traces are left behind everywhere and it would be useless to try and rebuild because she's still on the horizon, ready to come back and attack anew. she's inescapable.

she's a tsunami, rolling over and taking along what she can take. she nearly drowns only to resurface, giving a hint of breath and something other than this, before she waltzes in again and takes, and takes.

she's dawn after a long night; light soft and warm and promising. hopes of something better, of leaving behind the darkness. fighting the monsters that have come out within night.

she's a force of nature.

kissing her for the first time is like fighting a war he already knows he's lost before he stepped on the battleground. she takes more than she gives, than anyone could give, but it's just how he'd have it, and he gives her what he got, for he has known it was hers before she did. long before. she grabs his collar and pulls, and it's like falling into her trap, finally locking the cage she built for his heart before she knew she was doing it.

she takes, and he gives.

ii.

she's darkness. where there had been light, there's now shadows twirling, hiding away. she lures, beckons, in a way that isn't her. she never comes too close; and the intent in her eyes is hidden away. chasing her seems like an endless task, and he tires, but it's also impossible to stop. it's impossible not to follow her closer, deeper, further down into the dark, the unknown.

she's a drug, intoxicating, and it's hard to quit. she gives just a little bit, but it's not enough, it's never enough. it seeps into his veins and poisons them, turning the insides into something different, vile, aggressive. it burns from within, but it's no longer in an enjoyable way. liquid acid sits in his veins and he has no way of getting rid of it.

when she's there, she's not. he tastes but smoke and mirrors, and when he wakes, he's alone, as he has been since she's left. knowing full well that she won't return; not now, not ever. all that's left is the image engraved into his mind, eating away at him.

she's gone, but she still takes.

interlude.

she's new beginnings. she is there when she shouldn't be and there are things missing — he knows scars that aren't there, and imperfect skin that is smoothed out, and marks on her skin that aren't there because they haven't been obvious enough to be remembered by anyone but. she says she is still herself, but he doesn't believe her.

later, he regrets. later, he wishes he'd have tried a little harder and chased after her again the way he did when she was gone. later, he wishes he could have taken for once.

they both don't sleep that night.

iii.

she is reality. better than the fantasies, and more tangible too. larger than life, and she feels more real than anything else, anyone else ever has. she shines in the brightest colors, she sings in sounds unheard before.

she is spring, warm and blooming, long desired after the dread. she touches and new life forms. she lights up everything around her, causing it to aim further, higher, to become more than it was. she inspires, she promises, and everything follows.

she's water in the desert. soft, cool, soothing, but also dangerous; easy to succumb to. she lures, and she helps, and sometimes, she strikes down, and hard so.

he apologizes, but not with words. she accepts, but not with words. they relearn, slowly, talking on for hours, and then they relearn in a different language, one they both know better, that feels less awkward and that's so much quicker.

he takes on no ends, and she lets him.

iv.

she is the end. of nothing, of everything; she falls mountains and drains oceans. she speaks, and a thousand suns go dark all at once. she lifts her hand and civilizations fall.

she is destiny, the one deciding over them all. one false step and everything has gone to waste; one false decision and they won't have time left to regret it. she knows of it, but she likes it no more than they all do.

she's insecure, and she comes to him to hide. she's not the strength people want to see, not always, so he stays with her and lends her as much of his own as he can. she drains him dry and it's not enough, but it will have to do.

it will have to, for this one is goodbye, no matter the outcome.

she takes until there's nothing left to be taken, but it's not enough. it's not enough.

v.

she is the future. the one he didn't believe into ever being able to see, but she is there. she's with him, always, has been even when she hasn't. (she never truly left.) she is soft laughter and softer touches, she is hushed whispers and dancing through the morning. she is hiding away the nightmares and chasing the bad memories away. she is broken, bent, imperfect, but so is he — pieces made into a puzzle that fits just perfectly together.

she kisses him, and it's like the first time, the fifth time, the seventeenth time. it's all of them and none, for they all have been this one and none.

they are one. drawn to each other.

they drink in each other, and drown in one another, and it's not enough, and just enough.

she takes, but she gives just as much; as he gives, and takes.

they are one.

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"I'm Commander Shepard and this is my favorite ass on the Citadel."

     He knows she thinks she's being clever, and it might have worked, too, except by now whenever she uses these explicit words, the entire crew groans, and he barely keeps that from slipping past his lips now too. He loves her. Really does. And it's not like there's effort needed for her to get him going — why is she going with one liners now anyway, when all it takes is a simple "now" — but that's just. Honestly, she's using that phrase a bit too often.

         "Only on the Citadel? Not even on the Normandy? Who surpasses me, I got to know."

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"Let's call the sheets calibrations because we're gonna be in the middle of them real soon."

            “Allie, I’m not entirely certain the effect you wanted to have was images of Garrus in bed, but — “

      Yeah, he’s never going to get that out of his head again now. Thanks, Shepard. 

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You know what you should consider? Five times kissed x)

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Five Times Kissed

I. “You weren’t supposed to get out of bed yet,” he calls to her looking exquisitely rumpled from where he’s laying in her sheets. It takes a hell of a lot of self-restraint not to climb back in with him before she gives a quiet hum. Their newly minted ‘couple’ status had her grinning constantly, chalking it up with the crew to being glad that they’d gotten rid of Saren. Luckily they’d all bought it easily enough, but she and Kaidan were going to have to have a discussion about how they were going to navigate life going forward together. The threat of a court-martial hung over both of their heads though at the moment neither seemed to give a shit.

“One of us has to work around here,” she teases him, leaning over the edge to give him a quick kiss, caressing the side of his face before heading back towards the door. “We’re on day four of looking, something’s bound to pop up sooner or later. I’m gonna go check with Joker and see how things are going.”

II. Despite the fact that Dr. Michel’s prognosis was that Kaidan would have a full turn around, the fact he was still unconscious and no one knew when ( or if ) he’d wake up was enough to worry anyone sick. Garrus and James had also been down with them and continuously swore that there was nothing that could have been done to stop it. It didn’t matter though, Allie couldn’t help thinking that if she’d taken the shot earlier it would have saved him a significant bit of trouble. He looks awful, bruised from head to toe and half-naked ( she shouldn’t be this turned on but someone had been working out more since last she’d seen ) and it terrifies her to think that he may never wake up again. That she’d never get to hear him say he loved her again, and he’d die without knowing how much she loved him. The doctor that comes around says nothing as she talks to her unconscious lover friend, merely gives a nod after Allie relays that he should let her know if she needed anything. And he’s blissfully quiet when Commander Shepard places a gentle peck on her superior’s cheek as well. “Get better, love.”

III.  He’d called it a ‘sanity check’ and said how glad he was that she’d agreed to take some time off to come. She couldn’t complain about it, not after he’d told her that there were ‘benefits to his happiness’ that she’d get to explore later on. Of course, his insistence over later meant sitting in silent anticipation until they’d decided to call it a night and head back to the Normandy. But after several hours together getting a chance to catch up over steak sandwiches and beer, the waiting was appreciated. Had they returned back immediately it wouldn’t have given them the time to enjoy each other’s company, to remember the reasons they’d fallen in love with each other in the first place. It was needed after Horizon and Mars, especially now that he trusted her again. When they finally make it back to the ship she’s anxious with anticipation, even more so when they happen to find each other’s hands on the walk back. Neither ignores the opportunity though, lacing their fingers together and realizing how nice it is, especially after being away from each other for so long. Kaidan pauses outside the door to her cabin, giving a soft look as if giving her one more out in case she needed it. She drags him down to take his lips with her own, fumbling with the door switch before pushing him backwards into the room.

IV. The monitor is beeping steadily. It’s annoying, but a much better sound than the intermittent one that it had been giving for a while there as the doctors said that they weren’t sure whether or not she’d make it again. She cracks an eye, instantly regretting the movement as the light of the day hits her eyes, blinding for a moment. He’s there, slumped over the bed looking to be dozing and she can’t help but raise a trembling hand to his hair. It’s too much effort to run her fingers through it, but for the moment just feeling it was enough. He stirs the tiniest bit, Allie thinking it might have been better to let him sleep, but being unable to go any longer without him. “I told you I wasn’t going to make it out alive,” she remarks hoarsely, causing Kaidan to jerk in her direction with a shocked face. Carefully she pulls him to her the best she can, tears streaming down her face in relief that she got to see him again. 

She thinks later on that that kiss was the best they’d ever shared. 

V. There’s no way to sneak out, not when there are millions of eyes on them, the Alliance having decided to broadcast it live. Every now and then a wisp of anxiety creeps up, thinking about all that were watching and would watch. Their private affair becoming galaxy-wide for ‘morale’ ( she thinks his lack of complaining was due to him being glad that with them broadcasting it, the chance of a nudist wedding went out the window ) and leaving no argument otherwise. He always noticed though, giving her a brief squeeze while they both repeated the words. They were safe enough in their love for each other for him to know any hesitations had while reciting their vows was merely her nervous about the crowd, not about spending the rest of her life with him ( although when you put it that way… ). 

“You may now kiss the bride.”

He gets a brief second to grin before Allie throws her arms around his neck, yanking him down to her height so that she can lay one on him. It’s passionate and loving, with an overwhelming joy that says she’s ecstatic that they’re finally at this moment. The news reports it as ‘The Kiss Celebrated Around the Galaxy’.

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#tali and kaidan can bond over their hatred of spiders

fucking fight me, shep

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