"Miranda, do you have a minute?" Shepard asked over the intercom in his cabin.
A faint hiss and crackle preluded Miranda's response. "Not at the moment Shepard, I really need to finish up some reports on our recent acquisition of Thane."
Shepard sighed and let the connection with Miranda's office drop. After the events at Horizon, the Normandy had traveled around the galaxy gathering more and more new recruits to join in the fight against the Collectors. With Samara, Tali, and finally Thane added to the team, Shepard felt like they were very close to being ready to take the fight to the Collectors.
But being ready meant that they had more and more work to do. Training exercises, team building exercises, ship maintenance, and research and development were never ending. It was a great challenge keeping everything in top form, but it was immensely rewarding.
Shepard settled into the chair at his desk and moved over to his terminal. Absentmindedly, Shepard opened up the application which controlled the security cameras. He started flicking through them, looking at all the different parts of the ship. He would go down himself later and talk to his crewmates, but he needed to take some time to himself to decompress and relax.
Inevitably, Shepard found himself looking from the point of view of the security camera in Miranda's office. It was angled facing the doorway so he could only see the back of Miranda's head as she typed away on a datapad.
Shepard watched Miranda work. The past few weeks with her had been incredible. True to her word, Miranda had joined him for their weekly dates. Thus far, they had all been restricted to private meals in Shepard's cabin. That would change the next time they were back on the Citadel though. Shepard knew of the perfect place he wanted to take Miranda.
Miranda's initial coolness and professionalism had worn off in private. Shepard was surprised to find just how playful Miranda could be once she took her mind off of work for a while and just focused on having fun. They had spent a lot of time talking to each other about their lives. Of course, Miranda knew far more about Shepard's than he did about hers. She admitted that she had spent a fair amount of time researching him and his life during the two years it had taken to rebuild him.
The thumping of his heart in his chest picked up as he thought of Miranda. He already knew that she was someone special. No one that he had been with before made him feel the way he did when he was with her. Miranda's intelligence and skills in the field were incredibly impressive, and her work ethic quite possibly outstripped Shepard's. Miranda certainly was an amazing woman.
With a silent sigh, Miranda slowly stood up from her seat. Shepard watched as Miranda stretched her limbs, shaking her body back awake again. She gently kicked her chair just far back enough to give the camera a full view of her body.
As usual, Miranda was in her full-body white leather uniform. It clung tightly to her body, showing off all of her curves wonderfully. As Miranda stretched out her arms, her sizable chest strained against the confines of her uniform.
Finally finished stretching, Miranda bent forward and planted her forearms on her desk on either side of the datapad she was working on. Her long silky black hair draped around her face as she returned to her work.
Shepard couldn't help but admire Miranda's butt as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. God, he wanted to feel it in his hands right now.
Surely she wasn't that busy with her reports.
Moving quickly, Shepard jogged out of his room and into the elevator which took him further down into the ship. He passed by the crew, keeping his head down to make it seem like he was busy. It worked, mostly. His crew still acknowledged him as he passed, but at least they let him move on without delay.
Miranda's head snapped up as Shepard entered into her office. "I thought I told you I was busy," she sighed as she dropped her datapad down onto her desk.
"Don't worry, you can keep working," Shepard waved her off.
Miranda gave him a perplexed look as he just stood there watching her. Eventually, she picked up her datapad and went back to reading whatever was one it.
Shepard slowly took a few steps into Miranda's office, meandering about. He could feel Miranda's gaze on him but every time he glanced at her, her eyes were back down on the datapad.
Moving around her desk, Shepard stepped right behind Miranda. Gently, he reached out with both hands and cupped her amazing butt. He let his fingers just barely push against her flesh, relishing in the feeling of the firm cheeks.
"Shepard," Miranda said warningly as she looked at him over her shoulder.
"I said you could keep working, didn't I?" Shepard grinned as he gave her butt a squeeze.
Miranda huffed. "I prefer to work without any distractions."
Shepard did his best to look dejected. "Alright. I was just feeling a bit stressed and I thought . . ." he trailed off as he took a step back from Miranda.
A bright grin came across Shepard's face as he heard Miranda give an exasperated sigh. "Fine," she said. "But I really do need to get this work done right now."
"That won't be a problem," Shepard assured her. "I'll take care of everything."
He stepped closer to Miranda again and grabbed both of her cheeks. He kneaded the flesh in his hands. Her ass was absolutely incredible, Shepard couldn't get enough of it. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, Miranda bent forward to type something in on her terminal. Her ass popped out towards Shepard.
Shepard groaned as he pressed his crotch against Miranda's ass. Despite her insistence that she had to focus on her work, Miranda wiggled her ass against Shepard. Her wonderful ass pushed his hard cock from side to side inside of his trousers.
In the reflection of her work terminal, Shepard noticed a small smirk playing on Miranda's lips as she teased him. However, she completely avoided meeting Shepard's gaze in the reflection. She just kept typing away and grinding her ass against Shepard.
Shepard's fingers worked swiftly on his belt, quickly undoing it and letting it clatter to the floor. He stepped back to take off his trousers but Miranda just pushed her ass further back, intent on keeping it pressed up against Shepard. With a growl of urgency, Shepard grabbed Miranda's ass with one hand and squeezed it as he unzipped his trousers.
Shepard's cock sprang free of the confines of his trousers and prodded Miranda's ass. The dark haired woman let out a low hum of contentment as she nestled Shepard's cock in between her cheeks. The material of her jumpsuit was firm and leathery, but with far more stretch and give than would be typical with leather. It was some type of hybrid material that offered a solid amount of protection from shrapnel in combat while still remaining breathable and flexible to allow Miranda to move smoothly in it.
And move smoothly she did. With his cock trapped firmly in between Miranda's jumpsuit covered ass cheeks, Miranda started to almost bounce in place. No . . . Shepard could see that she was rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her ass moved slowly up and down, stroking him.
Just as soon as it was starting to get good, Miranda stopped. "Hmm," she hummed aloud as she took a step away from Shepard.
Shepard groaned at the loss as his cock left the warm embrace of Miranda's ass. He swooped up behind her in an instant, pressing his erection back up against ass.
"Just wait a moment, Commander," Miranda said in that amused tone of hers that drove Shepard wild. She was peering at him out of the corner of her eye, her lips were curled ever so slightly upward.
Reluctantly, Shepard let her take a few steps away from it. He couldn't tell if Miranda was doing it on purpose, or if her body was just that magnificent all on its own, but the sway of her hips as she walked into into her room was positively magnetizing. Before he even realized he was doing it, Shepard's hand had found his cock and he started to stroke himself as Miranda bent over in front of a cabinet.
When she spun around, hiding something behind her back, a grin grew on Miranda's face and one eyebrow raised itself up. "This is a first, Commander. I didn't expect you to ever reach a point where you were as needy as you are now."
"I can't help it," Shepard breathed out as he kept stroking himself while Miranda slowly walked over towards him, now very clearly emphasizing her hips. "You're just incredible."
Miranda bit her lower lip as she stopped a couple feet away from Shepard. God, how he wanted to fuck her right there. "Well, Commander. I think we should get on with your treatment."
Miranda pulled out what she had hidden behind her back. It was a thin tube with a cap on the end. "Hold out your hands," she ordered him.
Shepard let go of his aching cock and held out both of his hands. Miranda undid the cap and squeezed out a fair amount of this warm, clear gel-like substance. "What's this?" Shepard asked curiously.
"A special compound," Miranda explained as she stepped around Shepard to go back to her desk. "It helps to promote healthy skin and helps to repair any damage to it. It's normally good for any rashes, minor scrapes, that sort of thing. You'd put it on and wash it off of your skin after an hour. You have to be careful when you have it on though. It also acts as a lubricant." And with that, Miranda returned back to her work.
Shepard looked down at the clear gel in his hands and then over to Miranda. She was bent over her desk again with her ass popped out, ready and waiting for him. The gel felt warm in his hands and so he eagerly brought it down to his cock.
Shepard smeared the warm gel all over his thick cock. It left a pleasant tingly sensation that sent a shiver up his spine. The gel seemed to warm slightly as he rubbed it onto his cock, making his cock twitch in pleasure.
Miranda's ass was Shepard's next target. His warm, sticky hands went right in and grabbed her flesh. Holding one firm cheek in one hand, he used his other to spread the gel on her jumpsuit in between her two cheeks. Miranda wiggled a little, helping to spread the gel around where it was needed. Although Shepard was content to let his hands roam around Miranda's plump ass all day, his cock was begging to be touched again.
Shepard grabbed Miranda's hips and pressed his cock against her ass. The slickness all over them allowed Shepard's cock to pop in between her ass cheeks easily. Miranda's back arched as she pushed her ass against him again.
"Fuck," Shepard groaned as his hips thrust forward. His cock jumped in between Miranda's ass cheeks. Her ass was so big and incredible that when he thrust, only the tip of his head managed to pop up out from in between her two cheeks. The lubrication helped incredibly as now Shepard could thrust against Miranda's ass easily.
Letting go of Miranda's hips, Shepard squeezed her ass cheeks together, trapping his cock in their smothering warmth. His cock screamed in pleasure as he propelled it against Miranda's ass.
Although Miranda appeared to be typing away normally on her datapad, Shepard could see the look in her face through the reflection of her terminal. A faint image of Miranda, her mouth hung open, eyes shut tight brought a grin to Shepard's face. She had an incredible ass and he knew she loved it when he played with it. Even more, he knew just how much Miranda got off on the fact that Shepard all but worshiped her and her perfect body in private.
Miranda rocked on her feet again, using the slickness from the lubricant as a means of sliding her ass up and down Shepard's cock. Shepard felt his thighs go weak and Miranda moved against him, knowing all of his sensitive points and just how to get him off.
He could feel his cock twitching wildly as Miranda ground her ass against him. The constant up and down of her cheeks, stroking his cock, and the little wiggles she did to move his cock slightly from side to side was just incredible.
Shepard was nearing his limit, and it was getting harder and harder to stand up straight without just crumpling on top of Miranda. He hooked his foot around the leg of Miranda's chair and yanked it over to himself. He let go of Miranda's ass and let himself plop back in it.
Miranda shot a curious glance over her shoulder at him. "I don't think I can do work and keep treating you if you're all the way over there."
"Don't worry about it," Shepard reassured her. "I've got an idea."
Kicking off with his feet, Shepard propelled him and the chair forward towards Miranda and her desk. Miranda yelped in surprise as Shepard wrapped his muscled arms around her waist and pulled her down onto his lap. His cock slid directly in between her thighs, coating her jumpsuit there with the lubricant that was all over his cock.
"You see," Shepard whispered into her ear with a grin. "You can still reach your desk from here."
Miranda rolled her eyes but the smile never left her lips. As she leaned forward to pick up the datapad, she tweaked her thighs slightly, rubbing them along the shaft of Shepard's cock. Shepard nearly lost it right there.
After she grabbed her datapad, Miranda leaned back against Shepard's chest and began reading a half-assed report from Joker. It was short, yet rambling, and filled with expletives. Shepard's chuckle made his chest rumble, making Miranda hum happily.
Given the short nature of the report, Miranda didn't need to scroll through it. So, she let go of the datapad with one hand. It didn't take long for her free hand to snake down to her thighs to find the head of Shepard's cock, just barely exposed between her thighs.
Miranda placed her fingertips around the head of Shepard's cock and began to massage it gently as she moved her thighs back and forth. It had the added benefit of rubbing her ass delightfully against him.
Shepard moaned loudly as Miranda's fingers worked him incredibly. She was hitting all of the exact sensitive spots that he had. Shepard bit into Miranda's shoulder, trying to stifle his groans as one of his hands worked its way up Miranda's belly. He found the seam of her jumpsuit and slid his slick hand underneath it and then up under her lace bra. His hand cupped her large breast and gave it a squeeze.
This woman is perfect, Shepard decided as Miranda continued to pleasure him. She had him so close to the edge, it was ridiculous. Yet everytime he seemed like he had just about hit the brink, Miranda relaxed her motions and let him cool off a little.
Shepard found himself thrusting his hips up, trying to get the release he so desperately needed. Yet, no matter how he tried, Miranda was able to keep a firm control of the pace with her thighs and fingertips.
After several minutes of failed attempts, Shepard gave up trying and sagged back in the chair. He was lazily rubbing Miranda's nipple, hoping it would spur her own, when he noticed that she had still yet to move away from Joker's report. Surely it wouldn't have taken her all this time to read it?
"Am I distracting you, Miranda?" Shepard breathed into her ear.
"No," the perfectly calm reply came back a second later.
Shepard could tell that she was lying. All this time that she had been toying with him, she was getting off herself. He wondered just what it would take to push her over the edge so that she gave up her work and focused solely on treating him.
Just as Shepard opened his mouth to tease Miranda, a beeping came from a small device on Miranda's desk. Both of them froze but only for half a second. Miranda was up in an instant, releasing the grip her thighs had around Shepard's cock, and she tapped the device to activate the communication channel. "Yes?" Miranda said in an even tone.
"Miranda, there's some sort of dispute going on between a couple of the male crew in their quarters. Would you be able to go check it out right away please?" The pleasant voice of Yeoman Kelly Chambers rang out from the device.
"Yes," Miranda replied, her eyes flickering over to Shepard. "I'll take care of it."
Shepard let out a long sigh as the call ended. "Duty never ends."
"No, it doesn't," Miranda agreed as she unzipped her jumpsuit right in front of him. Shepard grinned at the sight but his spirits fell immediately as Miranda walked around him. Miranda smirked over her shoulder at him. "I needed to change. I can't exactly go walking around with that gel all over my ass."
Shepard snorted. "That would have been a sight that the men would have appreciated."
Miranda chuckled. "Only you get to see me like that, Commander."
With a quick peck on the lips, Miranda quickly ran out of the room, leaving Shepard there in her seat.
Suddenly feeling very deflated, Shepard looked down at his still stiff cock. As much as he would like to finish himself off right now, it would be oh so much better if Miranda was here to do it for him.
Shepard flicked on Miranda's terminal and opened up the security camera system she had installed. He flicked through several different screens until he finally found Miranda. She was in the men's barracks, obviously shouting at a couple sheepish looking technicians.
It took only a couple of minutes for Miranda to finish laying into them before both men saluted her and she walked back out of the room. Shepard flicked over to the next camera, watching her move down the corridor back to her office. Just as she was halfway back, Dr. Chakwas stepped out of her office and called Miranda over. Shepard groaned as he watched Miranda walk over to her.
Shepard twiddled his thumbs eagerly in anticipation. Finally, Dr. Chakwas let Miranda go and walked back into her office. However, Miranda couldn't take more than a few steps before Garrus waved her over to the mess area.
"Alright, that's enough," Shepard growled as he shut down the terminal. At this rate, he'd be stuck here waiting all day.
Walking back into Miranda's bathroom to clean up, Shepard wiped away all of the gel on his hands. He stuffed his still slick cock into his trousers, wiped away any of the gel on his uniform, and picked up his belt on the way out the door. He just finished slipping it back around his waist as the door opened in front of him.
Shepard moved purposefully. He strode right into the mess area where Miranda was sitting down beside Garrus as he went over some requests he had for improved calibration tools for the Normandy's guns. Miranda glanced up at him just as he came to a stop beside the table.
"I'm sorry, Garrus, but I really need to borrow Miranda for a few minutes," Shepard informed him.
Garrus nodded. "Not a problem, Commander. I'll send the rest of the details to your datapad, Miranda."
"Of course, I'll take care of it shortly," Miranda nodded professionally as she got back to her feet.
Just as Shepard started guiding them away, Miranda pulled him around the corner. "What the hell, Shepard? I told you that I was incredibly busy today. This takes priority."
"Are you questioning your commanding officer, Miranda?" Shepard teased.
Miranda frowned angrily at him. "Oh no, you had better not be making a joke out of this. My work is important, and I need to be able to take care of it."
"I know, Miranda," Shepard replied, dropping the teasing tone. "And you are incredible at what you do, but sometimes you need a break."
"Your treatments are still work, you know," Miranda rebutted.
"Well, if that's the way you want to play it, shouldn't my health be your top priority?"
Miranda rested a hand on her hips. "You know it is, Shepard."
"Then test my vitals right now," Shepard told her.
Miranda sighed but pulled out her omni-tool regardless. A few quick taps and a brief scan ran over Shepard's body. Miranda's eyes narrowed at the results. "I suppose you are due for a treatment, according to this."
"Five minutes," Shepard said. "Just five minutes and you can go back to your work."
"Fine, five minutes, but then I-"
Miranda's words were cut off as Shepard slapped a panel on the wall and shoved Miranda inside an empty storage closet. He stepped in behind her and the door sealed behind them. There was barely enough room for both of them in the tiny closet. Their bodies were pressed up against each other firmly as Shepard ran his hand up and down the side wall. A faint light flickered on above their heads as he hit the light switch.
"What the hell, Shepard?" Miranda asked in annoyance.
"We only have five minutes and this is closer than your office," Shepard said as he quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his cock.
"My office is literally ten seconds away from here," Miranda pointed out as Shepard found the seam in her jumpsuit and pulled the material apart. It fell down to her feet, leaving her in just a lacy set of underwear.
"Ten extra seconds I can't spend fucking you," Shepard explained as he spun Miranda around so that she was facing away from him.
"Someone might hear us," Miranda protested as Shepard grabbed her lace thong and pulled it to the side.
"I don't really care at the moment," Shepard replied as grasped his cock. It was still slick from the gel and perfectly ready to go. He pressed himself against Miranda's ass before dragging the head of his cock down in between her wonderful cheeks. Shepard moved up and down before he stopped at her anus.
"Shepard," Miranda groaned as she pressed back gently. The tip of Shepard's cock just barely pushed inside the tight ring of muscle.
Shepard grabbed Miranda's hips and slowly pushed his cock inside of her. Inch by inch he moved into her ass. The heat and tightness were absolutely incredible.
As Shepard pushed his cock all the way inside of Miranda, he pressed her up against the back wall. He ran his hands up her sides, feeling the curves of her breasts as they squished against the wall and pushed out on either side of her torso.
This wasn't the first time they had had anal sex, and thankfully Miranda was already prepared for it today. She forced herself to relax her muscles slightly to allow Shepard to move more easily inside of her.
Shepard wiggled his hips back and forth, pushing up against Miranda's incredible ass. She reacted to his movements, pushing her ass back against him. Barely any of Shepard's cock was visible now.
"This is exactly what I needed," Shepard groaned as he pulled his hips back and roughly slammed them forward again.
Miranda had to stifle a gasp as Shepard's cock quickly filled her back up and his hips smacked off of her tight ass. He was really going for it right off the start. He wasn't going to go easy on her. A burst of pleasure shot through her body as Shepard's cock pulled almost all the way out and then shoved itself right back inside of her.
"Fuck," Miranda hissed quietly as her knees trembled from Shepard's cock.
Shepard grabbed Miranda's hips to leverage himself as he pounded her tight asshole over and over again. He only had about four minutes left now, and he fully intended to use every second of it to its fullest. He could feel Miranda's legs start to quiver as his cock ravaged her ass. He pressed his muscled chest against her back, pinning her front to the wall, and held on to her hips even tighter so that she wouldn't accidentally fall down. It would probably leave some minor bruises, but Shepard knew that Miranda would love it and tell him so later on whenever she gave him his next treatment.
Outside the tiny closet, Shepard could hear a few people walking past. He started to be a bit careful with his thrusts, not letting his hips make a loud sound against Miranda's ass as he fucked her. The footsteps trailed off quickly though and Shepard was able to return to his fast pace.
Miranda was breathing heavily. Shepard's cock was stretching her so much. He was rarely as rough with her as he was being right now. She often tried to push him into being more domineering at times, but Shepard usually seemed content to let Miranda take the lead. This sudden change made her entire body light up with lust and she couldn't help but lose herself to the pleasure she was feeling. Shepard was in control right now, and Miranda loved everything about it.
"Yes, fuck my ass like you mean it, Shepard," Miranda groaned as Shepard bottomed out inside of her ass again. He responded by reeling back his hips and slamming forward again, filling her up so completely.
Shepard nearly came inside of Miranda when she said those words, but he forced himself to hold off. If she wanted it rough like this . . . well, he had a few ideas on his to make it even better.
Letting go off her hips, Shepard snaked an arm around Miranda's front. He grabbed the front of her lacy bra and roughly tore the material off of her and onto the ground. His arm moved up, placing itself in between Miranda's bouncing breasts, and he put his hand around Miranda's neck.
Miranda let out a low moan as Shepard held her like that and choked her properly. He knew not to cutoff the airflow in her throat, just to apply pressure to the sides of her neck. Miranda gave herself fully to Shepard's control as he held her like that and kept fucking her ass.
Shepard was fighting a losing battle. He knew that he was close to cumming but he didn't want this to end. His hips moved like pistons, slamming his cock in and out of Miranda's tight asshole. Her mouth hung open as he fucked her and quiet sounds of pleasure kept escaping. With his hand around her throat, his arm between her breasts, and his cock buried deep in her ass, Shepard felt incredible. Not only was the sex amazing, but the level of trust and care between them was something he hadn't expect to come quite so quickly or easily.
"Maybe next time you can give me my treatment when I ask for it the first time," Shepard whispered into Miranda's ear as he wiggled his cock around inside of her ass.
"Maybe I like it better this way," Miranda replied breathlessly. She let out a string of curses as Shepard pressed her tightly against the wall again and started to hammer away wildly against her ass.
"You . . . absolute . . . slut," Shepard punctuated in between thrusts.
"Yes," Miranda mumbled in agreement as pleasure began to cloud her mind. Her legs shook and finally gave out beneath her as she felt an orgasm tear through her body.
Shepard wasn't exactly expecting Miranda to suddenly not be able to hold herself up, but he reacted almost instantly. He dropped his hand from her neck and grabbed her hips again. He held her up, using the muscles in his arms to support her and his chest to keep her pinned against the wall, as he fucked her tight ass. Miranda's feet were just barely off the ground as her body shook from her orgasm.
Shepard cursed as Miranda's ass tightened up incredibly around his cock. It was so tight that he could barely move inside of her. Miranda let out a loud cry which she quickly muffled by slamming her hand right over her mouth. Shepard ground his hips against Miranda's ass, stirring his cock around inside of her.
When Miranda finally loosened back up again, Shepard gently let her feet back down onto the floor. Miranda managed to hold up her own weight easily enough. Slowly, Shepard pulled his cock out of Miranda's ass. From the light from above, he could see how her asshole was stretched open slightly from the girth of his cock.
A growl rumbled in Shepard's chest as he placed the head of his cock back against Miranda's asshole. The burning heat from it felt incredible. When Shepard slammed his cock all the way back inside of Miranda, he knew that he was about to be done.
Shepard moaned as he made a series of quick, deep thrusts into Miranda's ass. Miranda panted from the vigorous fucking Shepard was giving her. Miranda ass felt incredible around Shepard's cock and as his balls jostled around in his trousers with every thrust, he knew that he was about to fill her up with his cum.
With a final thrust, Shepard came inside of Miranda. His body shook as an incredibly pleasurable sensation overtook him as he pumped rope after rope of cum into Miranda's ass. Miranda moaned at the feeling of Shepard's seed spilling inside of her. She reached back and grabbed her ass cheek, spreading it wider for Shepard so that he could get as deep inside of her as possible.
When Shepard finished cumming, he staggered back a step and his cock plopped out of Miranda's ass.
The two of them stood there, catching their breaths for a moment. "That was amazing," Miranda breathed out.
"Yeah," Shepard panted.
Just as Miranda went to readjust her panties back onto herself, a glob of cum dripped out of her asshole and down her thighs. With a smirk, Miranda used two fingers to scoop up the thick liquid and brought it up to her lips. She popped her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean.
As Miranda finally fixed her panties and bent over to put her jumpsuit back on, Shepard could see even more of his cum dribbling out onto her panties. "Hmm, you ruined this," Miranda said, holding up her damaged bra.
"It was a brave casualty in the line of duty," Shepard joked.
Miranda cracked a smile but still rolled her eyes at him. Shepard happily watched as Miranda fit the skin tight jumpsuit back over herself and sealed it up. She turned around to face him. "How do I look?" She asked.
"Like the most beautiful woman in the galaxy," Shepard answered honestly.
Miranda smiled lightly. "I meant do I look like I just got fucked?"
"Yes."
Miranda chuckled quietly. "Well, I suppose its not too far to my office. Maybe I'll make it there without anyone noticing me."
"Do you think anyone heard us?" Shepard asked her.
"Hard to say really," Miranda shrugged. "But given the background noise from the ship, and the fact that no one should be around this storage closet for more than a few seconds at a time, I think we're safe."
Shepard nodded. "Alright, I'll leave first and then you can follow a few seconds later."
Shepard opened the door behind himself and stepped out, glancing from side to side. No one was around. He moved a few steps away and then Miranda came out of the closet behind him. Instantly, her face returned to that mask of professional neutrality she always wore.
Together, they walked the short distance back to Miranda's office and slipped inside. "You can take a shower if you need it," Miranda said as she slipped around her desk and settled herself back down in her chair. "I need to . . ."
Shepard gave Miranda a curious look as she trailed off. "What's wrong?" He asked her.
Miranda let out a long sigh and swung her terminal around so Shepard could take a look at it. He leaned in close, reading the text presented to him.
Dear Miranda,
I am writing this to inform you that all of the storage closets on the third deck have connecting ventilation systems. As such, any noise made within one can easily travel to the others.
Imagine my surprise when I stepped out of my office and saw several members of our crew clustered around one such closet. I shooed them off, but in the future I recommend that you and the Commander maintain more discretion.
Sincerely,
Dr. Karin Chakwas
Shepard wasn't sure if he should be mortified or laughing at the moment. Over top of her terminal, Miranda was giving Shepard a withering glare. "From now on, we're keeping your treatments confined to either your room or mine."
Shepard cracked a smile. "In that case, I'll see you in my room at 7 p.m. sharp. Oh, and be sure to send me your finalized reports on the upgrade status of the Normandy by then."
It took all of his skills to duck the book that Miranda sent flying at his head with her biotic talents. Shepard chuckled quietly as he dodged backwards and the door opened behind him.
Just as Shepard stepped out of Miranda's office and the door started to close, he winked at Miranda. Despite herself, Miranda couldn't help but let a small smile grace her lips at his antics.
"God," Shepard muttered to himself as the door shut closed. "This woman is making me crazy."
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