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Chapter 1 - Confusion And Rage

Commander Tyler Shepard was feeling a variety of emotions as he sat in his quarters: relief, happiness, pride. He had just destroyed the Collector base 2 days ago and now; the crew of the Normandy was safe. They were now on their way to Omega, much to the annoyance of Shepard as he hated Omega, to do repairs on the ship. The ship took a big hit going into the Omega Four Relay and needed immediate repair. But he didn't care about that right now. He was instead feeling very proud of the fact that the Collectors won't be bothering anyone for a while. And an added bonus was pissing off the Illusive Man and leaving Cerberus.

The icing on the cake, Shepard thought.

But although his life was looking very good right now, with no threats of people trying to kill him…

Though the day is still young…

…he just couldn't get over the one bad emotion he was feeling right at that moment; confusion. He just couldn't believe it; The Saviour of The Citadel, the galaxy's only hope against the Reapers was confused. He just couldn't wrap his head around one thing, Miranda Lawson. They had spent the time before going into the Omega Four Relay in each other's arms but since that wonderful encounter they had not talked about their relationship or if there even was a relationship. In all the times they had talked since the Collector base it was professional. That nearly killed Shepard as all he wanted to do was ride her repeatedly until they were both spent, then go some more.

Man, I want her so bad. Her flawless face, her perfect breasts, her finely shaped ass…

The Adept shook his head and looked out into the endless galaxy to distract himself. Of course it didn't work. He looked down to see a bulge in his pants.

Oh my god, you are starting to act like a horny teenager who just saw his first nudie magazine!

But Miranda didn't even look interested in Shepard anymore. He really did love her, the first woman he had ever loved, and she just threw him away like he was Gardner's mystery stew.

Man, have I been had? Is it like "Hey, thanks for the awesome fuck. Bye!" No, she really opened up to him. She had changed, she wouldn't just forget about them now. Would she?

That made Shepard angry, of course, but it also turned him on. In a weird way.

It makes the chase even more thrilling, or so he thought.

But it was driving him nuts. He thought that he should just talk to her, see where they stood…but no. He would not give into the temptation. He would wait it out. She would eventually talk to him about it, right?

Right?

He looked back down at the bulge in his pants and let out a sigh.

"Well, better go "cool" down." He mumbled to himself angrily. He got out of his seat, walked towards the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Miranda Lawson was angry. Very angry. She should be happy like the rest of the crew, like Kasumi and Garrus who are holding a bet to who could drink more krogan liquor before passing out or like Jack who is tagging all over the ship "Collectorz Sux Balls".

Ok, maybe not like Jack.

But no. She just couldn't stop fuming. Miranda and Shepard were very…close…for some time before the Collector base and Miranda decided to finally prove just how much she grown to care for him. Maybe even love him. But now after the Collector base he won't even talk about their relationship. He won't even look at her! She has never wanted men to stare at her all the time but Shepard was…different. She wanted him to stare at her, dream about her, care for her…but no; all their talks are now professional, just like they were before they got together. And it was driving her mad with desire and lust. She wanted nothing more than to jump on him, ride his bones and make him hers but she fought that desire. She wouldn't make the first move.

No matter how much I want his perfectly sculpted body on top of mine, no matter how much I want him inside of me again…

She gave up everything for him! Her job and….well that's it, but her job meant a lot to her. She had resigned from Cerberus, much to Shepard's surprise, because the Illusive Man wanted to keep that horrible place for the "information" it held but Shepard said no.

Of course he did, he is far too nice for his own good. Always doing the nice thing, even if it costs him. I actually love that about him.

But after all that has happened he still won't talk to her about their goddamn relationship!

Maybe it was what it was. Maybe it didn't mean anything to him, Miranda thought. No, Shepard isn't like that. He isn't a "fuck them then chuck them" kinda guy.

Miranda contemplated that for a few minutes before shaking her head and sighing to herself.

Well, if he isn't man enough to talk to me himself then I'll talk to him!

Miranda got out of her seat in her quarters and walked towards the elevator, ignoring the drunken crew singing that 20th century song "We Are Family" with their slurred voices that made it sound like they were banging cats against a wall.

Jesus, we really have way too much free time these days.

Miranda walked into the elevator with her fingers jammed into her ears and smashed the elevator buttons repeatedly until the doors shut.

Man, I really hate slow elevators…

She waited for the elevator to get to Shepard's cabin for what seemed like hours when it finally arrived. And for the first time in Miranda Lawson's life she froze.

What do I say? Do I yell at him or just ask him about it? Do I break the ice with a joke? No, better not do that. I want him to listen to me, not laugh at me. Besides, I don't know any good jokes.

Before Miranda had time to think about it she walked out of the elevator and into his cabin.

His cabin was breathtaking. It had a glowing neon-blue aquarium spanning on the left wall across his cabin leading down to his king-sized bed.

Why does he have a bigger bed than me?

A small lounge area was near the bed and going by the arse-print on the lounge he sat there often. Going back up the set of small steps was his office. The computer and data pads had gathered a fine layer of dust.

Never did his reports, never looked at his emails. My god, he's an annoying man. Why do I find it so alluring?

She shook her head and continued observing his cabin.

Looking at his glass display above his desk were models of various ships: The first Normandy, the current Normandy, a fleet ship and many others that Miranda couldn't be bothered to care about at that moment. Looking around his cabin again Tyler Shepard was nowhere to be seen. Miranda found this odd as EDI had said that he has been up here for the past 3 hours and has not left since. She looked around once more until she was tapped on the shoulder.

She squealed and jumped, which Miranda found to be quite embarrassing.

I do not squeal AND I do not jump. My God, what is happening to me?

She turned to see the Commander himself. His moused down, spiky ebony hair wet from being in the shower she guessed, hanged in his his startling dark blue eyes. She noticed that his eyes were glossed and bloodshot.

He must be really tired. Maybe I should talk to him later? No, you came down here to ask him about your relationship and you are not backing down now!

His wet, tan skin shined slightly in the light. His shoulders were sagged lower and he couldn't stand up straight. His legs were barely holding his weight and he could barely hold his towel to his waist…

Oh my God. He is only wearing a towel. Okay, don't get distracted. You are here to do one thing and that is it. Now stop ogling him like a horny schoolgirl and get to talking, dammit!

"Commander, we need to talk." Miranda said in a shaky voice. That really surprised her but she kept her face neutral. She wouldn't let him see what effect he had on her.

"Look, Miranda, I am really tired and pressed at the moment. Can we-"

"No. We are talking now Commander. It's important."

Shepard looked puzzled but he saw in her face that there was no getting out of this conversation.

Okay, now I am really freaked out. What the hell is this about?

He walked over to the lounge near his bed and sat down. He looked up at her and waved his hand, indicating for her to speak.

"Commander, we need to talk about our…relationship."

Oh, shit! Not now! Please not now! What the hell do I say? And please, not while I am bloody naked!

"Um," Shepard interjected, much to the annoyance of Miranda, "I am really tired right now but maybe we could continue this-"

"No Tyler! We are talking about this now! If there is no relationship just tell me so I can move on, dammit!" Miranda yelled at the top of her voice.

Shepard was really hurt now. She cared for him, more than she let on, and he was trying to send her away.

He got out of his seat and walked towards her. He didn't know what to say but he knew exactly what to do. He leaned in and kissed her. He put his hands around her waist. She was shocked at first but she eventually reciprocated the kiss, placing her hands in his damp hair. He ran his tongue across her lips, begging for entrance. She complied and their tongues fought for dominance. Of course, Miranda won.

She always wins…Shepard thought.

They pulled away for air after a minute and looked in each other's eyes.

"Well," Miranda began with a coy smile across her beautiful lips, "you didn't exactly answer me, Commander."

The way she talked sent shivers down Shepard's spine.

Man, what is she trying to do? Make me explode?

He tucked some of Miranda's ebony locks behind her ear and kissed her earlobe.

"Oh my, well we can always talk about it la- Ohh!" Miranda let out a sigh as Shepard slowly started kissing her neck.

"Well," Shepard said as he started biting her neck eliciting soft moans from Miranda "We can always talk if you really want to…" he whispered as he started to lick her bite-marks.

"No, just…keep going" Miranda breathed out, barely audible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Say again please?" Shepard said as a sly grin etched his face.

"Please, keep going."

"Oh, of course, my dear. Anything you wish" He said as he fully bit and licked her neck making Miranda gasp and shiver from pleasure.

Miranda pulled away and Tyler thought he did something wrong.

Shit, what have you done? Biting her like a vampire. Way to go, Ty, Way to go…

But much to Shepard's surprise she started to unzip her Cerberus uniform, so slowly that Shepard just wanted to rip it off her. When she was finally done she stood there with just her lacy bra and panties on.

"Oh god." Shepard managed to say without passing out.

"Are you ready for me, Commander?" Miranda said with a sly wink looking down at his erection, pointing at her through the towel.

Shepard didn't answer. He just dropped his towel and started to kiss her neck…

Shepard and Miranda laid on the bed, under the covers holding each other for what seemed like hours. Miranda loved every minute of it. She was not angry anymore, but she was curious.

Are we together now? Was this just a fling? I can't believe how he makes me act!

Miranda let out a small chuckle and looked into Shepard's deep blue eyes.

"What's so funny? I wasn't that bad, was I?" Shepard said while brushing Miranda's ebony locks out of her eyes.

"Oh no. Your performance was very impressive. Always has been. What I'm giggling about is how this turned out."

"What do you mean?"

"I came down here to talk to you about our relationship and where we stood," Miranda paused hoping Shepard would tell her an answer but he stayed silent and looked into her eyes.

Gonna make me do all the talking, are you?

"And I got completely distracted by your naked form. So it's your fault." Miranda said with a hint of humour in her voice.

"What's my fault? That I am unbelievably sexy? I can't help that." Shepard interrupted while kissing the back of Miranda's neck. Miranda just laughed and sighed.

"Okay, here it goes." Shepard took a deep breath and Miranda turned to him. "The only thing I want right now is you, Miranda. I want to be with you. I can't ever stop thinking about you and-"

Miranda silenced him with a kiss. It was perfect. Miranda was ecstatic that he felt the same way. She pulled away and looked into his deep blue eyes. She took a deep breath and prepared herself to say the same thing when something slipped out of Shepard's mouth.

"I love you, Miranda."

Shepard just stared into space, not believing what he just said.

I can't believe I just said that! What have I done?

"Umm, I um, I'm sorry. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. It just-" Miranda pulled him into a deep kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck. She repositioned herself on top of Shepard and continued kissing him. After a few minutes Miranda pulled away and said something Shepard thought he'd never hear her say.

"I love you, too. So much" Miranda continued kissing him when a single tear rolled down her cheek. Shepard brushed it off her face and looked into her eyes. He pulled her in for a deep embrace and nothing in the galaxy would have persuaded him to let go.

"Uh, Commander," Joker said over the intercom. "We're at Omega."

Fuck my life…

"Thankyou Joker. I'll be there in a minute." Shepard said, agitated. He looked into Miranda's eyes and gave her a slight smile.

"So Commander, I have been meaning to ask you something. I'll be quick; how good is Miranda in bed?" Miranda blushed furiously and got that "I'm gonna kill you" look in her eyes.

"Mr Moreau, if you breathe one more word, I'll push you out an airlock and watch your eyes pop out of your head. Understood?" Miranda said deathly while cuddling herself into Shepard.

"Um, uh, of course Miss Lawson. Very sorry. Won't happen again. You have my-"

"Joker, go away." Shepard said flatly.

"Yes Commander." With that Joker was gone and they were alone again.

Ha-ha, well it's good to know I can still scare Joker.

Shepard and Miranda stayed in each other's arms for what seemed like hours and neither of them could be any happier at that moment.