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[vorchagirl]

Merry Christmas to my best friend and one of the most amazing people I know - @tlcinbflo! I commissioned the very talented @ta-mars-space to draw your stunning Sloan Shepard for you as a Christmas present. I hope you love it!

[scottharper]

Writing prompts: “You’re really soft.” for Coryder, please and thank you!

Pairing: Scott/CoraPrompt: 33. “You’re really soft.”

One of these days I won’t let the length of these drabbles get away from me. Today is not that day. Thanks for the prompt! :D

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The rational part of her feels like they’re just wasting water at this point, but tonight’s one of the few nights that Cora had decided to ignore her internal voice of reason, and had instead convinced herself that after the day they’d had, a long shower was more than deserved.

She and Scott had been up since early that morning, scouting out another potentially habitable new world somewhere on the outskirts of the Zaubray system with Drack, and what should have just been a few hours of recon and exploration turned into a firefight against an unexpected Kett presence.

They’d hit several camps scattered all over, finding evidence of a larger base somewhere on the unnamed planet, and Scott had called down another squad as SAM pinpointed the location of the main encampment, deeming their presence too much of a threat to ignore. They still had two more monoliths to find, which would hopefully clear up the seismic activity that shook the ground under their feet every few hours, and the last thing they needed was kett striking against them every step of the way.

The encampment was located and hit within the hour, with Scott taking Drack and Liam in on one side while Cora, Peebee, and Jaal rushed from the other. Vetra had stayed up on a hill near the Nomad to take her targets down with a sniper rifle but also to keep a look-out for any incoming dangers. It was fortunate that she did, since not only did the kett have two drop ships of reinforcements come in but the chaos had lured in a few eirochs and a pack of wild adhi as well. Why the Andromeda wildlife always rushed towards the gunfire and flames, Cora would never understand.

The battle had nearly gone sideways after that. The eirochs were, for whatever reason, more interested in attacking the Pathfinder team than the kett, and one of them had grabbed Jaal and nearly broken his leg before Scott and Cora had rescued him at the last second with a biotic combo. They’d all had to focus their attention on taking out the attacking beasts first, which had given the Kett time to regroup and lock themselves into the various prefabs scattered around the area.

SAM had gotten all the door unlocked by the time all the creatures were dead, of course, but the eirochs and adhi hadn’t gone down without a fight, and most of them were bruised and bitten by the time they turned their focus to taking out the kett holed up in the buildings.

That hadn’t gone as smoothly as they would’ve liked either; one of the doors was rigged with explosives by some kett willing to die if it meant taking them out. The explosion didn’t kill them, thanks to Cora and Peebee hastily throwing up some shields, but Scott had still been thrown back about 15 feet and Liam had to be retrieved from the battlefield by Vetra when he started to show signs of a concussion after the blast knocked him back against a kett rover.

By the time the last kett was dead they were ill-tempered and exhausted, all of them covered in various bruises, blood, and scrapes, and most were so tired that the Tempest had to fly in to retrieve them, rather than just shuttling the team back to their own temporary camp with the Nomad and resting there.

Lexi was waiting in the cargo bay when they all limped in, and had nearly had a conniption when she saw the state they were in. She’d even called Suvi in to help her patch up the worst of their injuries, while Scott told Kallo to head for the Nexus. They literally trusted Lexi with their lives but she was just one doctor with limited supplies versus a very battered team.

By the time they got back to the Nexus and had gotten everyone patched up to the joint satisfaction of Dr. T’Perro and Dr. Carlyle nearly six hours had passed since the battle had ended, and Cora and Scott were nearly dead on their feet. They opted to go to Scott’s rarely used apartment rather than make the trek back to the Tempest, where they’d been for the past hour. The apartment went largely unused, but there were times like now that they were both very thankful that he had it.

They’d spent about fifteen minutes of that hour lounging on his couch before getting up and into the shower that they were currently enjoying, keeping each other upright as they scrubbed away sweat, blood, and who the hell knew what else off of their body, all the while being mindful of each others bruises and scrapes, and though being under the hot water had woken them up a little their mutual weariness was still evident.

Again, the shower had probably lasted too long already but damned if they hadn’t earned it.

Scott had pulled her close once they were both clean enough and she’d been leaning against him for the past few minutes as they stood under the warm spray of water, her head against his chest as she listens to the soft beat of his heart. Scott’s head was currently resting on top of hers, and if it weren’t for him frequently nuzzling his cheek into her hair she might’ve thought he’d fallen asleep where he stood.

One of them probably would doze off if they didn’t get out soon but the warm water feels fantastic against her sore body and she’s seeing very little appeal to withdrawing from Scott’s embrace, as enticing as the thought of going to sleep might be at that moment. Scott likewise seems to be in no hurry to move, holding her close as he gently sways the two of them in place, and letting out a happy little sigh when she presses a soft kiss to his wet collarbone.

Eventually Scott stirs against her, moving his head back just far enough to brush his lips against her forehead. She smiles as she watches him; his eyes are shut, a look of pure contentment on his face as he steps closer to her, gently nudging his nose against hers as he leans down and presses a warm kiss to her lips.

Cora hums softly as she reciprocates, and the kiss is sloppy and unhurried and still so perfect. He reaches up to rub his hands along her shoulders when he finally draws back again, flashing her a smile as she lays her head against his shoulder.

Scott turns to kiss her cheek, nuzzling their heads together. She feels his hands slide from her shoulders and down along the slight curve her back, stopping just above her backside, but his movements are slow and almost lazy. There’s no obvious intent behind the touches even as he pulls her a little closer to him, his palms sliding towards her hips and up along her sides, and Cora squirms when the light brushes from his fingertips started to tickle.

She raises her head from his shoulder to look at him, smiling when she sees that it takes Scott several seconds to respond, slowly blinking his eyes open to meet her gaze. “Hm?”

“What’re you doing?”

“Struggling to stay awake, mostly..”Scott mumbles before he leans his head back down, eyes closing as he nuzzles his forehead against hers, and his hands stroke her sides before settling once more on the curve of her hips. “You’re really soft..”

“Probably because I’m soaking wet,” Cora replies before she can catch herself, and she tries not to roll her eyes when Scott raises his head up again, opening his eyes as he gives her a borderline lecherous grin. “Don’t flatter yourself, pal. The shower gets all the credit this time.”

“Aww.. Not even partial credit for me?” Scott asks with a half-wounded look, and Cora huffs out a laugh, shaking her head before she kisses him again. Scott pouts a little as she draws back, though it doesn’t last long before he’s smiling again. “Fine, but in my defense I’m running on fumes right now..”

“You and me both, sweetheart,” Cora replies before a yawn escapes her, as if admitting that she was exhausted had reminded her body just how long and bruising their day had been. Scott hums softly in reply, kissing her nose again before he steps away to shut the water off. They forego grabbing their fresh change of clothes, instead just toweling themselves off enough so that they wouldn’t drip any water onto the floor before the two of them exit the bathroom, making a beeline for the bed across the room.

Scott flops down onto the mattress first as soon as Cora pulls back the blanket, stretching out across his side with a satisfied groan as she settles in beside him. They scoot towards each other immediately and Scott pulls her close as she tucks herself up against his side, laying her head on his shoulder. He presses his head close to hers, breathing in the scent of shampoo still clinging to her damp hair before kissing her forehead. Cora tilts her head back to look up at him, cupping his stubbled cheek in her hand and smiling as he leans into the contact.

“Wouldn’t mind sleeping for the next twenty-four hours,” Scott mumbles after Cora draws her hand back, sitting up just enough to pull the blankets over their bare bodies and Cora closes her eyes, humming a soft agreement. They probably could, with no pressing missions lined up for tomorrow, but her internal clock hadn’t let her sleep in since she was a teenager. But if nothing else she could at least enjoy a day of just lounging around with the man she loved.

Scott exhales deeply, his own eyes sliding shut as he snuggles down into the bed, his left arm coming up to wrap around her middle and hold her against him, and Cora can’t help but smile at how secure and safe she feels right now in his arms. She presses herself closer to Scott, one hand coming up to rest against his chest, her fingers tracing random patterns until it draws a low, content grunt from him.

She’s almost asleep when Scott lets out a soft noise, starting to stir beside her. “How’d I get so lucky?” he mutters into her ear, and Cora tilts her head to look up at him again. A sleep smile tugs at his mouth but his eyes are still closed, and now she’s wondering if he even knows he’s speaking out loud. It wasn’t the first time he’d talked to her while half-asleep. “Most amazing woman in two galaxies.. falls for a dope like me..”

Cora watches him for another moment, looking for any sign that he was awake and very much aware of what he was saying but he doesn’t stir again, his breathing evening out and now she was pretty sure he was asleep. She smiles again, burying her face into his chest as a soft blush heats her face.

Right now, she was pretty sure that she was the lucky one.

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[cute-ellyna]

I just wanted to drop a line and let you know I absolutely adore your art and seeing it on my dash always brightens my day. Thank you for sharing your talent!! <3

Thank you very very much!! :3 I’m twice as happy that I’m drawing something new then, so I feel like I deserve this super cute message ;)

[miss-aligned]

tlcinbflo reblogged your post and added:

If I ever don’t reblog something you’ve written...

How sweet is this?! You and @citadelsushi and @juleshawke have been making me smile a lot lately with your marvelous notes and tags. I heart you, too!

The creative juices aren’t flowing much at the moment, but comments like this make me feel much better about it. Thank you!

[goddesstiera]

Sloan Shepard (wearing Kaidan's stolen shirt) for @tlcinbflo. I was the anonymous ask about her face claim. :) I hope you like it.

[vorchagirl]

Oooooh!!! Will you write a kiss for Sloan and one of your Shepards? 😁😁

You didn’t specify what kind of kiss, so Sloan is getting a sexy kiss with Pandora Shepard.

The music in the club pounded like a krogan in full charge, the drum beats reverberating up through the soles of Sloan’s boots and shaking her bones as she threw herself into the beat. Techno tunes fresh from the quarian Migrant Fleet, the latest hip new thing in the party scene, shrieked and oscillated as the strobe lights flickered and coloured lasers flashed. 

Her head swam from the vodka shots she’d been doing, or maybe from the overwhelming wave of sound and light, but she abandoned herself to the music with a kind of single minded ferocity with which the other Alliance marines were beginning to associate her. She grinned as another body crashed into hers and caught a glimpse of wild blue eyes, tanned skin and a feminine grin that looked as mad as her own.

Sloan saw the invitation to dance in that mad smile; she took it.

They clung together and twirled, moving like entwined snakes to the frantic beats of the music, holding tight as they ground against one another and danced; soft curves and hard muscles alike. She could feel the strength in the other woman; recognised the sinewy grace of someone trained to move in combat like herself, and she laughed with the madness of if all.

When she felt the other woman’s mouth against her own, warm soft lips and the flick of a warm velvet tongue, she responded in kind, and the noise, the light, the madness finally faded away in a moment of calm within that kiss. A single heartbeat of peace in the whirling craziness of the club. The eye of the storm. The kiss was brief, but soft, warm and gentle ... and then it was gone.

The other woman pulled away with a grin and a wink, and the dance was on again, the music crashing over them both in a cacophony of overwhelming noise.

Sloane Shepard never even got her name.

[vorchagirl]

There are so many things unique to your writing and a lot of them have been touched on already - characterization, description, sexy times, tone of voice - you're truly a brilliant write; but if I was given two identical smut scenes from two different writers, with their names removed - I could pick yours because of two reasons. One: there's always a palpable love between the people in the sex scene, and two: there is *ALWAYS* a moment when consent is given. Always. You're bloody brilliant.

*hugs and clings*

So, sexual consent is a huge, huge thing for me for many many reasons, but I think it’s very important that in my writing and between my characters, consent is always clear. Whether it’s verbal, physical, a look, a nod, a signal ... whatever the characters do, it’s so important to me that the characters having sex have clear consent, especially if they’re engaging in D/s play.

I do love writing smut. Sex is such an important part of the relationships I write between my characters, and I like to write characters who have healthy sex lives, and who take joy in being with each other - I’m glad that comes through, and that you think it’s something that makes my writing ... mine.

I’m going to go curl up and blush now. Thank you!

[ What is my writing trademark? ]

[vorchagirl]

I would love to see something for Alex and Kaidan! I miss them! lol

I was thinking about Alex and Kaidan too. The plan was to write something for SZ Alenko for each day (even just a short drabble) and then to write something for my other Kaidan’s too.

I am hoping to turn Alliance Training smutty if I use Alex and Kaidan ... since they’re such smutty creatures.