A little NSFW content at the beginning (they just don't know when to stop, these two). Just a little warning to my beloved readers ;)


Right now, it's pretty much safe to say that James Vega is the happiest man in the entire galaxy. And it isn't exactly difficult to say why.

For starters, he's sleeping in a ridiculously comfortable king size bed for the first time in years.

He's a senior crew member on the Alliance's most advances warship, serving under the greatest human Commander the galaxy has ever seen.

Oh, and he's in bed with that very Commander, her head lightly resting on his broad chest, her leg thrown over his lower body as though to prevent him from leaving their safe haven up in the Captain's Quarters without her.

James wakes up to the pleasant smell of the Commander's shampoo filling his nostrils. He doesn't want to open his eyes at first, terrified that he might wake up to find himself in his bunk bed in the crew's quarters. Terrified that the most beautiful night of his life was just a dream.

The Commander stirs in her sleep, her dishevelled brown hair tickling James' chin. He opens his eyes then, suddenly very aware of the warmth of her naked body against his own. He looks down at her and smiles.

Not a dream, Vega. Not a dream.

He lightly kisses the top of her head, not wanting to wake her up. She needs as much sleep as she could get, especially after the vigorous physical 'exertions' they'd both experienced throughout the night. They made love, went to sleep for an hour or so, woke up, and went at it all over again. James had no idea where they got the energy to be able to accomplish such a feat from, but whatever the source, he was more than thankful for it.

Especially when he thinks about how he had woken up to find her pleasuring him in the middle of the night. At first, he thought he was dreaming, but the moisture of her soft tongue and the heat of her mouth eventually became way too intense for it to be anything but real.

He smiles to himself, the very thought sending a shiver through him, and a delicious heat in his groin threatens to evolve into something a little less… discreet. He glances over at the alarm clock on the bedside table to check the time.

7 am- Citadel Space Standard Time.

He relaxes his head on his pillow, absent-mindedly stroking Shepard's back with his fingertips. She stirs slightly against him and her eyes flutter open to meet his.

"G'morning," she mumbles in a raspy voice that is so ridiculously sexy to James' disbelieving ears.

"Morning, bonita," he smiles down at her. She rubs her eyes and slowly sits up, her eyes moving to the alarm clock. She then stretches and looks at James from over her shoulder with a smile on her sleepy face. He sits up, wraps his arms around her from behind, and softly kisses her neck, his head going dizzy when he inhales her scent.

"Mmmmm," she closes her eyes and sighs under his touch, her body instantly relaxing against his.

"Slept well, Lola?" he murmurs into her ear in between kisses.

"Very," she purrs. "You?"

"What, are you kidding me? I got to sleep in a king size bed in the Captain's crib! Of course I freakin' slept well!"

She turns to look at him with an amused smile and a raised brow.

"Oh, I see how it is," she says humorously. "Get on the Commanding Officer's good side and live the good life, is it?"

James laughs and tightens his embrace around her.

"Eres mi vida," he whispers into her ear, closing his eyes as he feels her shiver against him.

"What does that mean?" she asks him after a brief silence.

He opens his eyes and turns her face towards his. His eyes move all around her face, attempting to commit every one of her features to memory.

"Later," he finally says with a small smile.

"Later?" she asks, confused.

"Later," he repeats, stroking a lock of dark hair away from her eyes.

She furrows her brow in confusion, but smiles and kisses him all the same before hopping out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. James bites his lower lip as he watches her walk away.

Damn, Lola.

She pauses midway and turns to him, an expectant smile on her face.

"Well?" she asks. "Aren't you coming?"

He blinks at her, feeling totally lost. She laughs at the evident look of confusion on his face.

"For a shower, Lieutenant," she clarifies with a smile. He flashes her one of his own seductive smiles as he yanks off the bed cover and quickly strides towards her, barely able to contain his excitement. She takes his hand and leads him to the bathroom, his eyes shamelessly staring at her soft and supple behind as it moves from side to side.

Seriously, I've gotta be dreaming here. This just can't be real.

Almost as soon as they're in the shower, James presses Shepard's back against the wall and kisses her. He slides his tongue into her mouth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when she does the same, her sighs echoing off the walls and hitting him right in the groin. He slides his mouth down to her neck, before moving on to her plump breasts, where he lingers for longer. He caresses her waist as he stoops down and slides his tongue down along her midsection, feeling her tense as he nears the spot.

Eager to return the surprise he woke up to last night, he wastes no time in pleasuring her. He places his hands on the back of her thighs to stabilise her trembling body and pushes one leg up and away, her ecstatic moans growing louder by the second. He fixes his eyes on her face, watching her twitch and squirm as he tries his best to ignore the almost unbearable pressure building up between his legs. He sucks on her as she yells out his name, barely able to catch her breath, let alone support her own weight. He then quickly stands up, covers her mouth with his and starts making love to her, his gentle pace in stark contrast to the overwhelming need he's feeling inside. Over the last few hours, James has learned that the Commander liked to take it slow, and whatever his Lola wanted, James was more than willing to give.

"I… I've never made love in the shower before," Shepard tells him once they'd both regained their breath.

James smiles as he takes her soapy loofa and gently scrubs her back.

"You know what, Lola?" he replies affectionately. "Neither have I."


"Huh."

"Somethin' on your mind, Vakarian?"

Garrus leans against one of the pull up bar's support poles and sweeps James' miniature gym with his pale blue eyes.

"Strange…" Garrus drawls.

"What is?" James asks as he continues to work on his private terminal.

"How you humans have to work at getting stronger. We turians are born with it. We just have to train to get better."

James looks away from his terminal and meets Garrus' mocking smile.

"Hard to believe when you consider the fact that your entire kind have chicken legs to walk on," James smirks.

"Chicken? I don't even know what that is. Though, I have heard that pretty much everything in the galaxy tastes like it. Anyway, I bet I could beat your confident little ass any time, Vega. No sweat."

"Is that a challenge I detect, Vakarian?"

"Maybe…" Garrus smirks, his blue eyes glinting. James puts his terminal on standby and cracks his knuckles.

"You're on, Vakarian," he says. "You. Me. Pull up bar. Now."

"Heh. You won't be so confident once I'm through with you, pretty boy," Garrus replies, his widening smirk revealing his razor sharp predator's teeth.

"Yeah, yeah. Less talk, more action, chicken legs."

They both crack their knuckles and position themselves beneath the bar.

"Uno…dos… tres!"

Garrus beats James at jumping onto the bar first, already looking super-smug.

The competition is brutal. They're both relentless in their determination to win this thing. James starts off confidently at first, but when he nears his twentieth pull up, his ability to ignore the burn quickly begins to wear off.

"Still not giving up, Vega?" Garrus asks, his voice strained from the exertion.

"Not even close," James grunts.

"Your shaking body begs to differ," Garrus smirks. He's showing no signs of slowing down.

Fuck. I won't be able to keep this up much long—

"What the hell are you guys up to?"

James' grip loosens at that moment, and he drops down to the floor, his arm and shoulder muscles burning.

"Hah!"

Garrus performs one last pull up before gracefully dropping down next to a panting and sweating James.

"Vega here thought he could take on a turian on the pull up bar, Commander," he explains to a confused and for some reason, annoyed Commander Shepard.

"Oh, I totally would've taken you on, Vakarian," James says breathlessly, wiping the sweat off his brow. "The Commander's voice just surprised me, that's all."

"Yeah, and I'm the Queen of Tuchanka," Garrus mutters, looking incredibly smug and happy with himself.

James summons all of his willpower to ignore him and focuses his attention on the fuming Commander instead.

"What's up, Lola? You look pissed, jefe."

"I am pissed," Shepard replies through gritted teeth. "Fucking salarian Dalatrass is getting on my fucking nerves."

"Politics usually involves a lot of bull, Shepard," Garrus tells her wisely. "Especially when the salarians and the krogan are involved. Speaking of krogan, how's Wrex? Is he still aboard?"

"In the war room," Shepard mutters.

"I think I'll drop by to say hi before he leaves," Garrus says. "Take it easy, Shepard. Oh, and looking forward to beating your ass again in the near future, Vega," he adds with a wink.

"Keep dreaming, Scars," he calls out after him.

"Later, Garrus," Shepard mumbles.

James brings his attention back to the Commander and whistles as he checks her out from top to bottom.

"Woah, Lola," he says appreciatively. "Lookin' good in that Captain's suit. Lookin' real good."

The smallest smile starts to form on Shepard's lips.

"Had to look 'professional' for the stupid politicians," she replies bitterly. "I mean fuck, James. I'm a soldier! I don't deal in fucking politics!"

"What'd they do to piss you off so much, anyway?" James asks, leaning back against his work station.

"It's about the genophage," Shepard replies, positioning herself before the punching bag and aiming a hit. "The krogan won't help the turians on Palaven until the genophage is cured." She aims another stronger punch as her frustration escalates.

"What the?" James laughs in ridicule. "Is that even possible? Cure the freakin' genophage?"

"A few female krogan survived that research facility back on Tuchanka. They're on the salarian homeworld. Gaaah, fuck this!" She shakes the hair out of her eyes and turns to James, her eyes bright. "James, wanna dance? This punching bag is just too… stationary for my tastes."

James smiles at her in amusement.

"Sure, Lola. But isn't that Captain's suit a little restrictive?"

"Damn straight it is," she replies. She swiftly undoes it's large golden buttons and throws it to the floor, revealing the fitted black tank top she's wearing underneath. She jogs to the centre of the shuttle bay and puts her arms up in position, only to slowly put them down when she realises that James hasn't moved from his place by his terminal.

"Something wrong, Vega?" she asks impatiently.

"You could say that, Lola," he grins, slowly striding towards her.

"What?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Have you ever wondered for one second how ridiculously distracting you can be? Especially to a young, handsome marine like myself?" he winks.

He can tell by the look on her face that she's still confused.

"I don't get it," she says monotonously.

He laughs and shakes his head, bringing his hands up in preparation for the fight.

"You're too damn sexy for your own good, Lola. I mean, damn."

She chuckles and shakes her head, looking at James affectionately.

"And here I thought you were gonna say something serious for a change," she says.

"Hey! I can be serious when I wanna be!"

"Oh yeah?" Shepard asks in silky voice.

"Is that a challenge I detect, Commander?" he grins.

"You bet," she grins back.

"All right, Lola." He closes the distance between them and lifts her up in his arms. "You. Me. Bedroom. Now."