I finally decided to create a second chapter for this story. Instead of gushing over other more well-written stories all the time, I think I should make more of my own. I kinda wanna try to drift away from inserting myself into the Mass Effect ones but you guys gotta admit, this is one of the best universes to imagine being in. Anyways, enough rambling from me, onto the fic!

If there's anything I can take away from losing my virginity to the great Commander Shepard- and doing a damn good job according to her- it's that she definitely has flexibility...and is quite passionate to say the least. After our nearly 2-hour-long session, I'm lying on my back with Shepard's head peacefully resting against my chest. I stare up at the view of space, basking in the afterglow. I'd assumed Shepard was asleep until she started drawing imaginary circles around my chest.

"Why does your heart sound like that? It's like you have a third heartbeat or something...it's cool yet weird."

My eyebrow rose at the random yet not unwarranted question. "Oh! My heart murmur. To be honest I forgot I even had one. Guess it comes with the tachycardia. Don't worry, though. I've been handling it since I was 16. I still have a strong heart." For reassurance, I gently rubbed her lower back and kissed the top of her head.

She let out a small giggle, a noise I never thought I'd hear coming out of her mouth. "Oh trust me, I'm not worried about your heart at all with THAT kind of endurance. I was just curious. You know how I operate. I like noticing the little things about people."

"I guess you could say we have that in common, an appreciation for the little things. But, even though I'm content with how things are in my universe, I WISH we had it like you guys...minus reapers ofcourse."

She looked up at me with a playful smile. "Nope. You gotta get the galaxy to band together somehow. What better way than convincing everyone to team up and fight against a violent, apocalyptic doom brought by giant, sentient machines?"

"Hmmmm...Yeah, no thanks. We'll figure it out with wars and peace treaties. That always does the trick."

There was a silence...and then pure laughter after a few seconds. I wiped the tears from my eyes before speaking.

"Aww man. But seriously, if I were to go back to my universe and discover a Turian or something, I'd probably cry in happiness. Just let me see a jumpstart in our technology, travel through space, and meet all the races and I'll be golden."

Shepard then had a thoughtful look on her face, pondering something. She has a cute "thinking" face.

"There actually is something I want to understand...how did you get here? You literally jumped to a different reality, and I've never heard of anyone doing that beyond their dreams."

That was...actually a good question but not one I wasn't prepared to answer.

"Well, what I imagine is that I'd wanted to meet you guys so badly...that my consciousness literally ripped away from my reality and jumped into this one. I know it sounds like bad writing wink or something but that's just my hypothesis. I'm just glad I'm here."

Shepard seemed to think about this for a while, but then she managed to pull off a smirk. You know that smirk women can do that gives off that Prepare to be flustered vibe? Yeah, that one.

"So you wanted in my pants that badly?"

A heavy blush developed on my face after that statement. "No! I mean not exactly. I mean, well, uhhh I thought of everyone because I like all of yo-"

She interrupted my stammering with a quick lick on the neck, calming yet arousing me at the same time. "It's alright, Dev. I was kidding. But that is strange. You'd think someone else would have done the same thing a long time ago."

"Maybe they did, but their perception of your reality is just different from mine, so everyone just creates their own little version of your universe to dip into. Like, in some cases you'd be male instead of female."

Shepard became curious of the idea of a male version of herself. She stared up at the ceiling, contemplating the idea of her counterpart. "I bet I'd have my own little harem." She glances at me. "Who do you think would be my fir-"

"Ashley or Liara," I said before she even finished the question. I grinned as she had a look of surprise on her face with one eyebrow raised. "Call it a hunch."