A/N: prompt: wanna dance?
set at some vague point near the end of ME3, after the Citadel dates
Delilah finally gave up on her workout when her hair fell entirely out of her ponytail, the bright pink elastic falling to the floor. Sweeping her hair back into a loose ponytail, she wiped at her sweat-covered brow with her thin Alliance tanktop before shedding the shirt entirely, tossing it onto the floor.
Left only in a lilac sports bra and the bottom half of her fatigues, Delilah took a long swig from her water bottle and headed to the front room, hoping Ash had remembered to close the blinds before leaving. She found, however, that Ash hadn't left.
Instead, still in the shorts and Delilah's oversized N7 shirt she'd slept in the night before, Ashley was in the front room dancing to a lively song with Miranda. Neither of the two women were particularly adept dancers, but they moved with grace and skill regardless.
Unable to keep herself from breaking out into a wide smile, Delilah slipped into the room and held out a hand. "May I cut in?"
Ash planted a kiss on Miranda's cheek, then grinned, "She's all yours."
But Delilah didn't take Miranda's hand, instead grabbing Ash before she could escape. "Miranda and I did plenty of dancing at that party yesterday. You and I just got wasted. You owe me a dance."