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prompted by emby: "F!Shep/Joker, Bows. Undressing, preferably. ;D"
She had an old-fashioned set of mess dress blues, a tuxedo cut coat and a long slim skirt instead of the long jacket and trousers most people wore.
He didn’t hear a word of her speech at the reception, or anyone else’s, his attention entirely caught by the curve of her hips and ass when she stood, the glimpse of leg behind the slit of her skirt as she walked, smooth and dark and strong.
For once he wasn’t even sure he wanted to take it off of her right away, or if he wanted to run his hands down her curves, make her stretch and purr, and think about the slide of all that cloth against her skin.
akuracain: For a prompt: How about Ella and Joker and if they could have one wish what would it be?"
They’re mostly pretty content in life, actually, I couldn’t think of anything. *laughs*
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"I want to retire. Learn how to make my own boots. No more getting shot at."
"But that would also mean much less getting to be the one shooting back. And the same sky every morning. And dealing with me being grounded."
"Huh. That sounds awful."
yarnandtea: Oooh. Joker and Ella. Regency era party?
He hated these things, him and his bones, always on display, always watched, always talked about, but almost never talked to. Occasionally a neglected or jilted lady would sit beside him and pretend to make polite conversation, but the only thing he hated more than being ignored was being pitied.
This new lady, though, she’d turned down every invitation, and sat beside him instead, rolling her eyes and sighing, "dear lord, please have a flask hidden in that fancy jacket or I’ll never make it to dinner."
a kiss meme prompt from yarnandtea
"You’re an idiot."
"But I’m your idiot."
"Yes, yes you are."
And she wasn’t quite laughing, but it was close, so close, and he grinned, and she leaned in close, and their lips brushed, ever so softly, before she had to pull back, and let one quiet laugh free into the air between them.
"My very favorite idiot, ever."
"before the beginning" prompted by vieralynn for a WIP meme on tumblr
There was blood caught in the seam of the cover of her shotgun, dark blood, just enough to catch, to stop it from retracting so she could clip it securely to the weapons rack.
Too dark for human.
She tried not to smile as she sat at the bench, carefully, slowly, getting all that was left of a batarian squad out of her kit.