A/N:I'm in the process of backing up the fic I have posted on tumblr, and decided to go ahead and post all my delilah fic here. mostly atm it's just short prompt responses, and there's a decent mix of ship stuff and delilah-centric stuff.
as a heads-up/warning, I headcanon that miranda spends at least part of me3 aboard the normandy, though I haven't yet worked out the exact timeline/circumstances.
Set mid/late ME2
"This was a good idea."
"Mmm." Giving Miranda's hand a light squeeze, Delilah placed a light kiss to her exposed shoulder. Letting her lips linger for a moment, she asked, "Even though we have to be up in a few hours and you didn't finish that report you were working on?"
"I can forgive you, this once." Miranda sat up straight, stretching her arms above her head. "The movie was nice. As… was the company. But I should–" She stifled a yawn.
"Stay?" Delilah finished for her. She wrapped her arms around Miranda's waist, holding her close. "Please?"
"I… don't think that's a good idea, Commander." Miranda stood, pulling herself away from Delilah. "Maybe…" Her fingers tugged on the neckline of the too-large Cerberus t-shirt she wore. "Maybe when this is all over."
Delilahs' heart sunk with disappointment, but she simply nodded and stood. "I understand. See you in the morning?"
"Of course." Taking Delilah's hands in hers, Miranda tilted her face up for a soft goodnight kiss. "Goodnight, Commander."