To win over all of your reviews, I give you a happy snapshot. It's intentionally written so that it could take place at any time after the events of the first game. It spawned from my experience earlier today with formal wear and specifically my thought, "I'm visually impaired, I should be allowed to wear whatever the hell shoes I want." Anyways, this contains copious amounts of fluff. Actually, it's all fluff. You have been warned.
Have fun and please review or I will have to take even more drastic measures.
Formality
"I'm the savior of the damn galaxy," I muttered in frustration.
Kaidan let out a low chuckle from the other side of the room, content to observe my suffering. I shot him a look, which unfortunately did not dissuade him from continuing.
"They know that," he reminded me. "It's the reason for the party."
"Politics," I said acidly, "is the reason for the party." Kaidan stood up, crossing over to where I was surveying my choices. There was a mischievous light in his eye that I distrusted; I knew that look.
"And so the great Commander Shepard was defeated by a dress," he teased, attempting to wrap his arms around me. "Where did they get these for you? You better do something about that place before everyone discovers your weakness." I rolled my eyes, dodging his reach and snatching up one of the most promising candidates- a modest red dress with the least amount of embellishments of the group.
"It's not the dresses I have a problem with, actually." I informed him as I proceeded to try the dress on, attracting a fair amount of his attention. "It's the whole principle. I have to jump through their hoops even as they're thanking me." At this point, however, he was barely focused on what I was saying. When I fumbled with the zipper in the back of dress, he moved my fingers gently, replacing them with his own. I felt his touch through the thin fabric of the garment as he secured the zipper and fastened the top clasp.
"Well," I said, turning towards him and fidgeting with a stray piece of my hair. "What do you think?" He was quiet for a moment, tucking the stray hair that I had been playing with moments earlier behind my ear. Then he leaned in and kissed me.
"You look beautiful," he reassured me when we parted, holding me in his arms. Our foreheads met, lips only a breath widths away.
"I don't feel like myself." I admitted.
"But you still are," he assured. I brushed my lips against his again briefly and then pulled away, ducking out of his reach before he could pull me back.
"You, sir," I said with mock severity, "still have a lot to do. I could leave now, without you."
"Not quite, Shepard," he countered. "Unless you're planning on going barefoot."
Looking down at my feet, I felt a sense of dread filling me. The small pile of impractical shoes taunted me from the other side of the room.
"I'm the savior of the galaxy," I stated. "I should be entitled to wear whatever shoes I want."
Kaidan just laughed.