A/N: There is a severe lack of Shepard/Traynor, and I'm going to do my best to fix that. Since Traynor doesn't play a huge role, it's been a bit difficult for me to really get a firm grasp on her character, so any feedback in regards to voice/personality is extremely appreciated.
It's probably also important to note that these are all very short, so I've decided to upload them in groups. Everything gets put on my tumblr when it's written (there's a link on my profile page), and will be put here once I've written a few. I'll be using the same Shepard throughout all the stories. I typically refer to her as simply "Shepard" but I think I call her Kira a few times as well.
Also, prompts and suggestions are welcome. If I get once, I'll probably upload it by itself instead of waiting to have a whole group finished. I'll stop talking now, and I hope you enjoy!
Lavender.
Shepard rubbed her eyes and rolled over, not surprised to find the other side of the bed empty. The scent of the soap filled the entire cabin, stronger than Shepard remembered; she'd only used it once since Liara had given it to her. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she called out, "I see you found my fancy soap, Traynor?"
"Oh! That's not a problem, is it?" Traynor's voice was muffled, barely audible between the closed bathroom door and the running water. "I was just getting tired of that awful standard stuff. I saw this and thought I'd pamper myself a bit."
"You'll smell like lavender for a week," Shepard warned, reaching for her hoodie on the bedside table.
"That's not a problem, is it?" she repeated, more playfully this time.
Shepard just chuckled, leaning against the back of the bed and closing her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the last few minutes of peace before the day truly began. Though she hadn't ever admitted it, Shepard was glad that Traynor preferred early morning showers; waking up with someone cuddled close - even when that someone was Traynor - was unfamiliar, and almost awkward, for Shepard. It had been so long since she'd been close with anyone. She'd lost her family when she was only sixteen, and it hadn't been until she'd met Ashley that she'd allowed herself to have a true friend.
And even then, she and Ash were comrades before they were friends. Traynor, though? She'd quickly become Shepard's biggest motivation to keep fighting. After losing as many friends and comrades as Shepard had, it was nice to know she'd have someone to come home to, whether it was after the war or just after a mission.
A smile had crept onto Shepard's lips, and as she crossed the room, she tossed her hoodie onto the couch. "You know, Traynor," she mused, tugging the bathroom door open, "I could get used to the smell of lavender."