Prompt: Shepard and Kaidan negotiating room space?
Kaidan wrapped his arm around Shepard, her legs slung across his and head on his shoulder as they stared out the window on the observation deck. He couldn't tell if she'd fallen asleep on him or not, though it wouldn't have surprised him. She'd been running herself ragged lately, after all.
"I was thinking," Shepard finally mumbled, shifting slightly. "You basically moved into the Loft. You should probably just take the rest of your stuff up there."
"You asking me to move in, Shepard?"
"Like you haven't already?" she teased. One hand idly played with part of his uniform. "I'm just thinking about making it official."
"Hm." Kaidan frowned, and Shepard glanced up at him.
"Kaidan, it's the apocalypse. No one's going to care if we're bunking together."
"I hadn't told you no, had I?" She rested her head back on his shoulder, and he rubbed a circle on her arm through her uniform. "You're going to have to share your desk, you know."
"No I'm not. You write all your reports on your datapad."
He nuzzled her hair. "What if I want to change that?"
"We can put a terminal on the side desk."
"Mm," he replied. "I'd rather save that desk for other things."
Shepard gently smacked his chest, releasing a small, light laugh. "Of course you would," she replied. "And there's room for another locker under the bed. One thing though." She held up a finger.
"What's that?"
"The hamster shelf is non-negotiable. Tribbles needs his room."
"I think I can agree to that." Kaidan rubbed her arm. "Anything else?"
"Yeah. Rule number one of the captain's quarters." She adjusted so their noses were barely touching. "Major Kaidan Alenko isn't allowed to wear shirts."
"What sort of rule is that?" he protested. She laughed. "Well, if I'm not allowed to wear shirts … you shouldn't be allowed to wear anything."
Shepard laughed again, and Kaidan pressed her back into the couch, lips pressing into hers. "All right," he murmured. "Maybe I'll let you wear something occasionally. Something … nice."
"I think I can stand that," she replied. "As long as the no-shirt rule is kept."
"Consider it kept." Kaidan captured her lips again.
"Just be lucky I didn't tell you that the rule was no shirt and assless chaps," she murmured.
As so often happened in their conversations, Kaidan wasn't sure how to answer. "Uh … what, Shepard?"