Elements of these prompts may wind up getting reworked in my main fics, but for now, it's safe to consider them drabbles and loose explorations of my head-canons.

Some of these drabbles contain spoilers for the following stories:
Red Streak / A Pretty Taste For Paradox / In The Yellow Time Of Pollen
Proceed with awareness.

Index sorted by fic canon and pairing.
(Bold = posted. Prompts will be filled in the order they were received)

Red Streak

Hannah Shepard/Albacus Regidonis
-01. when one person's face is scrunched up... (major fic spoilers / 0.5k / G)
-02. throwing their arms around the other person... (major fic spoilers / 1.2k / M)
-03. hands on the other person's back, fingertips pressing under their top...
-04. lazy morning kisses before they've even opened their eyes...
-05. a hoarse whisper "kiss me"...

Jane Shepard/Garrus Vakarian
-06. breaking the kiss to say something... (fic spoilers / 1.2k / M)
-07. a gentle "I love you" whispered after a soft kiss...
-08. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things...

Ashley Williams/Nihlus Kryik
-09. one small kiss, pulling away for an instant...
-10. when one stops the kiss to whisper...

Jane Shepard+Albacus Regidonis
-11. height difference kisses...
-12. one person is sitting in the other's lap...

Other Pairings

Grace Shepard/Mordin Solus (A Pretty Taste For Paradox)
-13. routine kisses... (0.7k / G)
-14. kisses meant to distract... (1.8k / G)
-15. being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterward...
-16. top of head kisses...

Sara Ryder/Kallo Jath (In The Yellow Time of Pollen)
-17. starting with a kiss meant to be gentle... (1.8k / M)

Jack/Miranda
-18. kissing so desperately...

ME3 NPCs, female human/male salarian
-19. staring at the other's lips...

Javik/Liara
-20. following the kiss with a series of kisses down the neck...

Hannah and Albacus
when one person's face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead

(for ofthe14thchakra)

"You're making that face again."

Albacus didn't look up from his desk, but Hannah could see the expression perfectly well in her mind's eye. The look he always adopted when fighting with Cortez's mess of ledgers: fierce and fed-up in equal parts.

"What face?" he spat, shuffling datapads. "There is no face."

Hannah grunted, injecting as much sarcasm into the noise as she could manage.

If Albacus wanted to scowl through his latest mountain of spreadsheets, so be it. It was hard for anybody to do this kind of accounting with a smile on their face. For a turian with a military pedigree and no practical business knowledge whatsoever, the task was uniquely thankless.

The spaceport's numbers were always too tight, resources always too thin. Cortez' crew was loyal, but the man knew how to manage people, not credits. Hannah had made progress on his books, and Albacus did what he could to assist, but when it came to penny pinching, the disgraced starship Captain was easy to frustrate.

Defeated at last, Albacus rubbed his eyes and threw three separate data pads into three separate piles.

He leaned back in his creaking chair and jumped: she'd silently closed in on him. She was inches away, close enough to land a sudden sneak attack. A rough kiss to one glowering brow plate, which he swatted away with a sigh, acknowledging he had been beaten.

Taking a step back, she grunted at him again to hide a snort of laughter.

"Yep, you're definitely making the face."

"What about you?" he said, gesturing to her crossed arms, the know-it-all jut of her hip. "You loom above me in perfect judgment, making that noise."

"My God-given right."

She freed her left hand and waggled her fingers, allowing the glint of her wedding band do the sarcastic winking on her behalf.

He rolled his eyes, a bratty attitude he'd picked up from Jane, who had picked it up from Cortez' youngest, who had picked it up from who knows where. Ignoring Hannah completely, Albacus hefted another datapad and pretended to resume the dull and never-ending chore of turning a profit on Mindoir.

His face - forever turian and untranslatable - nonetheless had a familiar old-world sculpt to it. Smart and dour, a librarian peering over his spectacles. She waited for the dutiful sigh.

There it was.

Her chest flared with warmth, pulse humming with affection. Her limbs filled with the new ache she'd learned to associate with Albacus: those hungry moments when he was out of arm's reach and being an admirable bore.

She moved to his back and draped herself around him with oozing stubbornness, then noticed that his datapad was blank. Tricky.

Another sigh, even more dutiful than the first.

"Quite busy here, no time for meaningless distractions."

She pressed her lips into his sensitive neck.

"Like this one, for instance."

He tossed away the datapad and pulled her onto the desk instead.