Favorite scene from most recent fic/chapter
I was tagged by a group of lovely and talented ladies @vorchagirl, @siriusordo and @keliandrada, to show off my most recent favorite moment from a fic or chapter. Since this was really the last thing I wrote, it’s from Just You, my first Shega one-shot. :)
It always amazed James how small she actually was. Commander Alisha Shepard had always seemed larger than life in all of the vids he'd ever seen, and yet she barely reached his shoulders, but she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms.
She laughed softly, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "Steve and Joker are just downstairs. They wouldn't let me bring my own stuff up."
James chuckled, widening his stance to drop his height enough to be almost eye level with her. "You'll just have to get used to that, Lola. You're moving in with two overprotective guys. We're all about chivalry here."
Biting her lip, Alisha slid her hands down his neck to rest on his chest. "I hope you don't mind, but I invited them to eat with us. I just figured it would be a nice way to thank them, you know? Cortez did a lot for me while you guys were gone, and Joker is still upset about EDI... "
James did his best to swallow his disappointment. He'd hoped for a nice, quiet evening alone with her, but he couldn't deny that she was right. She would have been alone all of those months after the war if not for Cortez. He felt a little guilty about not inviting them himself.
"If it's not okay, I mean, I can always - "
He smiled, cutting her off by reaching up to tug her lip free from her teeth. Truthfully, James knew he could deny her nothing. "Whatever you want, Ali."
Alisha pushed up on her toes and placed a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. But before she could pull away, James turned his head and caught her lips between his as his hands came up to frame the sides of her face.
Humming with approval, Alisha pressed herself tighter against him, wrapping her own arms around his waist.
James' hands slid from her face to tangle themselves in her hair, enjoying the feel of the silkiness of it against his calloused fingers. He coaxed her lips apart to deepen the kiss, pressing her back against the island counter. He groaned with impatience when he felt her small hands press against his chest. "You're going to burn the food."
"Shit," he pulled away quickly, ignoring her laughter as he resumed his cooking, thankful nothing had actually burned. "Get outta here, Lola. You're distracting me."
