The prompt was "Pillows are overrated"
"Hey Lola, looks like we may be here awhile," James called out through a shit-eating grin, heedless of the bullets whizzing by. He was definitely up to something. "I know I have a hard body that drives you wild, but my muscles are a surprisingly soft place to lay your head. Just keep that in mind if you get tired. I'll even keep you warm if you ask nicely."
Shepard chuckled despite herself. That man was a shameless flirt, all bark and no bite, but the sudden stillness to her left made it clear the other member of their party wasn't so sure. Kaidan missed a lot in the months he spent hospitalized and in direct service to the Council, and the scant few days since his return were not enough to catch him up to speed. His mind was probably filling in the blanks with the exact wrong answer. That was the last thing Shepard wanted, especially when there was still a chance…
"Tempting, but I think I'll pass, Vega. Pillows are over-rated, anyway." Shepard ignored the exaggerated cry of disappointment and focused on the whiskey-colored eyes boring into hers. "Besides, I can think of a few places I'd rather rest my head."