We push and pull like a magnet do

[squadgoals]

Who: Shepard (squadgoals) & Nihlus (beautifulspaceraptor)
When: Morning of April 12th (Day 1), post-party.
Where: Kauto R1, Nihlus' apartment.
What: Welp,
Warnings: ADULTS ARE DISGUSTING, DO NOT READ, CURSED TEXT INSIDE


[For the first time in months, it's not a nightmare that eventually wakes her up — but a gentle filter of light through a window. Without moving, she watches as the light grows, strengthens in intensity, until it's shining on her—on both of them—warming the entire room.

Extracting herself from the tangle of limbs and linens as gently as possible, she pads barefoot to the window, blanket wrapped around her for modesty's sake, and watches the world wake up outside.]

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[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ Sunlight carves golden lines over the pale, scarred and freckled slopes of her shoulders, lighting the edges of her red hair with fire. For a while Nihlus just watches her, haloed, dust motes glimmering as they floated by, drowsing in the lingering warmth she'd left in the sheets next to him.

The night had drifted along in a serene haze. Nihlus hadn't slept- couldn't sleep and didn't particularly want to leave the safety of Shepard's arms to fetch his medication. But he found he didn't really mind the sleeplessness for once.

It takes him a bit to find the will to move though. Eventually, lazily, he stretches out, uttering a soft groan before slowly pushing up onto his knees with a show of yawning. ]

Do you want breakfast?

[ For his part, Nihlus isn't too concerned about modesty. He stands, lets the blankets spill into a heap around his feet and then wanders quietly over, slipping comfortably into the space behind her. Presses his mouth plates against a sun warmed ear with a low, pleasant thrum. ]

I've got a coffee machine now, [ Nihlus adds in a soft murmur, a playful note of seduction lining his harmonics as runs his knuckle up the smooth dip of Shepard's spine. ]

[squadgoals]

[At the first rustle of movement behind her, she turns, watching Nihlus slowly pull himself together, then reluctantly away, from their warm nest of cushions, bean bag, and blankets. It's hard to stop looking as he stretches out, standing to his full height, and her eyes trace the full path of his tattoos, the Turian's body lit to full effect in the sunlight.

It was... well. "Striking" came to mind. Nihlus had never seen cause to avoid flaunting what he had, so to speak — a flirtatious lesson she'd been subjected to a mere one month in to their reconciliation aboard the Moira. But he did have it — in spades, enough that even an untrained human eye could catch it — and Shepard was not untrained. Shaking her head wordlessly at the offer of breakfast, she watches her partner's approach, smile spreading through her features as gently as the sunlight across her face.

As she closes her eyes, letting herself lean in to Nihlus' affections, she scoffs lightly, the humor of the disparate statement versus the actions taking place both sweet and ridiculous.]

Charmer. You really know the way to a girl's heart. [Opening her eyes, she turns, planting a sudden kiss on his mandible, before moving into the space between his arms.] All this shopping without me... don't tell me you found someone else to puke in your favorite homeware stores?

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ Shepard's kiss has him laughing as he embraces her, bundling the woman up, poofy blankets and all, the soft fabric rustling tremendously. Nihlus busies himself playfully nibbling a feather light path over her jawline while she talks, soaking in the warmth of the sunlight and the scarred, bare back pressed against him. ]

I think Rinzler might have visited me while I was online shopping. [ The words come through a bit muffled. ] Didn't discover any evidence of puke though, so don't worry. You're not being usurped just yet.

[ There's a small bout of silence here, Nihlus momentarily wrapped up in the softness of her hair, senses filled with the smell of her. He draws Shepard closer, reaching up to run the back of his claws over her collar bone, eyes half lidded in an expression of quiet adoration. ]

You'll have to walk me through all this fancy coffee tech. I thought there was only one way to prepare the stuff but new research indicates otherwise.

[squadgoals]

Still on top. [She chuckles, settling into the silence with Nihlus, following him into the same half-lidded drowsy state of sun — and body — worship. She can hear every long breath he takes, feel the warmth coming off his carapace. Catching his hand on her collar bone, she holds it, interlacing her fingers with his, keeping his arm wrapped around her.

Last night had been... busy. Drinks, food, mingle, games, chatter, fighting — and that had just been the party. They'd made it breathlessly to the apartment, but once the door was locked (securely), all bets were off.

And they'd both had presents to unwrap.

No more birthdays parties. Nothing was ever going to top this one.]

If there's more methods than "press button, receive coffee", I'm going to need help, too. I just drink it.

[beautifulspaceraptor]

[ They could always just do this again for her next birthday. That's a thing that they can do. Is Shepard really going to say no to more kinky, sexy birthday after parties? ]

There's a setting for that. I paid extra for that setting.

[ They're both saved from trying to figure out gourmet coffee making. Isn't she glad?

Of course, they still need to put the actual ground coffee beans into the machine, but you can't win everything.

It's a little cold now since he'd cranked the temperature down to something Shepard wouldn't find too sweltering. Nihlus snuggles in closer, thrumming long, low notes, the curve of his sternum vibrating gently where it's pressed between the woman's shoulder blades.

Not a purr. Not quite. Closer to a bird's crooning but deeper and the flanging was distinctly alien. ]

How 'bout we take the rest of the day off? [ Nihlus quizzes softly against the back of her ear, free hand sliding into the gap between the bodies so that he could trace a path down her spine. ] Just you, me, the coffee machine and some flicks. Your pick.

[ No cheesy, awful soaps this time. The things he does for love. ]

SUPER OLD TAG DROP THE HECKO OUT OF THIS

[squadgoals]

A whole day off, and I choose the vids? It really must be my birthday.

[The purr-esque noise was almost hypnotising, and she kept catching herself smiling at it, savouring the little vibrations through her spine.

Suddenly, she turns, sneaking under an arm, wrapping the blanket around both of them.]

But seriously, the coffee first. I'm not saying I have a hangover, but I don't not have a hangover, if you get my meaning.