Mass Effect 3 – Shepard and Miranda fan fiction
3 years after the battle for earth,
Miranda stepped through the door of her house to wild shrieks of laughter as her daughter Hope ran about the living room with her new toys. It just so happened the Hope had been born on Miranda's birthday and so now there shared the same date. Miranda sat down on the sofa and watched Hope as she giggled and laughed. She was always reminded of how much she looked like her father. It had been three years since the battle for earth and there wasn't a day that went by when Miranda didn't miss Shepard but she always managed to smile when she saw Hope. She only wished that Shepard had living long enough to see his daughter, their child. The child who she was convinced she could never have and it had been the bitter-sweet memory to Shepard and his sacrifice.
It was getting further on into evening and Miranda had put Hope to bed, who was worn out after her tiresome day. Miranda walked into the kitchen and tried to think what to do with the rest of her birthday. Suddenly there was a knock at the door; Miranda wondered who it could be as she walked to the door. There was a fuzzy shape of a person through the opaque glass. She opened the door with a pleasant smile to see a darkened figure who was illuminated from the back by the street lights. The figure was wearing a hoodie so Miranda couldn't see his face but the figure had a familiar smell about him. Miranda couldn't pin it down but it was so familiar it was almost comforting. The darkened form said in a low voice, "May I come in?", in Miranda's head the voice sounded like the pouring of honey over smooth ice-cream. It sounded so soft, smooth and low that it nearly made Miranda melt inside. With-out even conscious thought she stepped aside and the stranger walked into her house. A moment later she awoke to her senses and said, with a touch of defiance, "Who are you". At that point the figure swept back the hood of the jacket and in that instant she knew who it was and she passed out.
She awoke lying down in the living room. She blinked a couple of times and tried to remember the last few seconds before she feel unconscious. It couldn't be but how could it not be; the face tanned and well defined, the rugged facial hair, the dark eyebrows and most of all those penetrating blue eyes. The eyes she had looked into with longing and lust, the eyes that washed all her troubles and fears away like water running down a hill. Yes, in her heart she knew but in her head she couldn't believe it. A few moments later the stranger walked in and she knew it was Shepard.
He was holding a glass of water and he was looking a Miranda with concern in his eyes. She couldn't say how much she had missed that face. She tried to sit up to get a better look at him but the moment her head lifted more than a couple of inches off the seat her vision started to blur and her head started to pound like you'd just blown a fog horn next to your ear. With a moan Miranda's head sank back down and within a second a hand was under her head as it lowered her gentle back down. She opened her eyes and looked at Shepard. She didn't have any words; she reached out her hand and touched his check. Yes it was Shepard alright but in her cool, calculating mind she couldn't be sure. She said in a small voice "Shepard, is it really you". He replied "You always need to be convinced hundred percent don't you", Miranda laughed. It was the first time she had genuinely laughed for a while. Miranda tried to sit up and she felt Shepard's hand on her back helping her up. She looked deep into Sheppard's eyes and she leaned forward to touch him. She couldn't help herself she had to be very, very sure that this was Shepard. She couldn't allow a stranger to confuse her. She reached out a fingertip and traced around his lips, down his check and along his jaw. One last check she told herself. She raked her long fingers through his hairline and halfway along his head there was the bump of a scar exactly where she expected to find it. She leaned into Shepard's face and whispered "I've missed you", before she kissed him.
Miranda kissed Shepard as she had wanted for three years. She wanted to ask him so many questions, about how he escaped death and how he managed to find her but right now her body needed satisfying more. He turned to kiss her neck and she gave way to his caresses. She'd forgotten how much she'd missed this. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They sank onto the sofa and Miranda couldn't honestly recall how the hours past until she final fell asleep wrapped in Shepard's embrace.