Shepard was actually nervous as she stood outside the personal quarters of one particular woman. She had come to the realization that she really needed some assistance in a particular department before going out for drinks with a goddess. She knew standing outside these particular quarters was in actual fact probably a very bad idea, but she really didn't have any other option. She could already feel herself regretting it to the very core of her being but her hand still reached for the door chime.
The door swished open to a light and airy, "Hey Shep!"
Shepard stepped into the private domain of the master thief with as much courage as she could muster.
"What's up?" Kasumi cocked her head slightly, very curious about the steely expression on Shepard's face.
Shepard cleared her throat but knew if she didn't get right to the point she'd chicken out and Commander Shepard was no coward! "I need your assistance with something."
"Shoot." Kasumi grinned, tickled pink that Shepard was coming to her for whatever this something was.
"I..." Shepard gulped and her cheeks flushed, "I'm taking Miri out for drinks tonight but don't have anything to wear." The way Kasumi's entire being just lit up rang warning bells and at that wicked little grin all Shepard could think was 'Oh shit.'
"Taking Miri out huh?" Kasumi's voice was filled with delighted mirth and was on her feet in a flash, "Are we talking friend's-drinks or date-drinks?" she asked cheekily.
Shepard answered without hesitation and a pointed look at Kasumi, "Friends."
Kasumi crossed her arms and tapped her toe pointedly, waiting for the right response.
Shepard didn't budge.
"You know if it was just for friends you wouldn't have come to see me right." Kasumi pointed out.
Shepard's eyes widened and her face looked like a kid's who'd been caught in the cookie jar. "Uh..." she blushed and the surprise turned into a scowl that she'd been so easily caught out.
Kasumi couldn't help it, she burst out laughing, "Oh Shep, you really do have it bad." She lightly hit the woman's arm.
Shepard's blush deepened and she attempted to defend herself, "I want to look decent for a friend so I don't embarrass her going somewhere nice in my shipboards or armour."
"I thought your armour was nice." Kasumi teased her with her very own words.
Shepard glared at her, "Seriously? You want to help me or not? Because I'm all for leaving if you keep this up."
Kasumi held up her hands submissively with a big grin, "So you realize you can't wear your armour while clothes shopping right?"
Shepard sighed and rolled her eyes, "Yes I have resigned myself to this fact." she sighed, "Hence this." She gestured to herself, she was wearing black slacks and white shirt of what would have been a Cerberus uniform but all the logo's had been carefully removed by one Kelly Chambers.
"Alright then, let's go!" Kasumi grabbed her by the hand and practically dragged Shepard to the elevator before she could change her mind about the whole thing.
It had been two hours. Two hours that felt so much longer to Shepard. Kasumi was finding this far too exciting and she was feeling more and more like a barbie doll for the overly chipper little thief... minus the over sized bust and blonde hair of course. She had tried on dresses and shoes and pants and shirts and had so drawn the line at underwear stating in no uncertain terms that Miranda was not going to be seeing that far. She didn't mention that the woman had already seen her naked far too many times as she'd never hear the end of it.
Yet Shepard persisted because she truly did want to look good for Miranda and Kasumi really wasn't that bad with her perky nature and cheeky grin that was a little endearing.
"Come on Shep let's see it!" Kasumi called out eagerly in anticipation. She'd convinced Shep to try on a stunning dress... convinced, blackmailed minor difference of opinion. But Shep had gallantly taken the dress and disappeared in the changing cubicle some time ago.
There was no response, not even a growling snap for her to 'shut up' or 'go away' or a complaint of 'what were you thinking?'.
Curiously Kasumi approached the door, unlocking it was a snap for the thief who opened it enough to determine that Shep was indeed wearing the dress so she stepped in.
Shepard was just staring at her reflection with a look of shock on her face.
The floor length dress was gorgeous. Silky, soft champagne in colour and hugged Shepard's figure exquisitely. The smooth expanse of her back was left exposed until just above the small of her back where the dress elegantly curved to meet the string of sparkling white gems like diamonds that danced along her spine from the slender halter neck. It clung to her hips before falling away to the floor, a slit in the right side of the dress reached up to her thigh that would give a tantalizing taste of her long legs beneath it when she moved.
Kasumi's eyes flicked to the mirror where she could see the plunging neckline that almost reached Shepard's navel and was elegantly held together by a half dozen small delicate strings of glistening white gems just below her breasts to hold the dress together. The first couple of strings were shorter and straight while the rest gradually became longer and drooped a little more each time until all together they were about the width of Shepard's hand. The dress revealed a lot of Shepard's slightly darker toned skin in a very tasteful and elegant manner that Kasumi just knew would make Miranda swoon.
"Oh we are so buying that one! Don't care if you don't wear it tonight but wow, I mean wow." Kasumi gushed softly, eyes a little wide at the sight before her. She grinned, if Shep didn't buy that dress right now she'd just have to come back and 'borrow' it for a good cause.
Shepard couldn't deny that she looked sensational in it but she could barely recognize herself! Who was that gorgeous woman in the reflection? Kasumi's voice broke through her dazed thoughts and she blushed furiously when she saw her in the mirror.
"You look amazing." Kasumi gushed with absolute sincerity, beaming up at Shep with a sunny smile and no hint of all the earlier teasing she'd inflicted on the soldier.
"I-I can't wear this!" Shepard shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sure you can. Miranda won't be able to take her eyes off you." Kasumi's eyes twinkled under her hood.
Shepard slowly started to smile at that thought.
"Save it for a special night but Shep in all seriousness, you've got to get that dress." Kasumi advised her very strongly and patted her arm lightly before ducking back out of the cubicle.
Shepard was left a little dazed after that one, eventually they found something they both approved of for tonight. Before Shepard could make her escape back to the ship, however, Kasumi had grabbed her hand and dragged her into a salon. There were enough humans on Illium to warrant such an establishment though it was a little surprising to find a couple of asari stylists.
Shepard had to concede that she did need a cut of some kind. She kept her hair tied back in a pony tail during missions and everywhere but her quarters, but right now her hair was the result of regrowth due to the Lazarus project and not entirely... satisfactory if the face on the hair dresser was anything to go by.
Miranda couldn't believe how late it was. She knew Shepard had been waiting for her, and Kasumi had been sending her reminder messages much to her frustration, but Shepard had said for her to finish her reports and given how distracted she'd been of late there had been quite a substantial amount to get through. Closing down her console she quickly proceeded to leave her quarters and head up to the Loft to meet with Shepard finally.
"You're not going in that are you?" Kasumi's voice suddenly stopped Miranda in her tracks at the elevator.
Miranda turned to the younger woman with a frown and slightly raised brow, "We're just having a couple drinks in the Loft, Kasumi." She was slightly annoyed at Kasumi. Given all the messages the meddlesome woman had sent all afternoon Shepard had clearly told her about it. Although it wasn't exactly a secret she didn't want the crew gossiping about anything that might develop between them.
Kasumi's grin became conspiratorial, "Oh really? I happen know that someone spent hours shopping for something to wear so she didn't embarrass a certain someone else by going out in her shipboards or armour." she winked then slipped back into her own quarters.
"Wait, what?" Miranda frowned at the retreating hooded figure who just ignored her. Neither she nor Shepard had spoken of going out for drinks only that they'd share them tonight. The knowledge that Shepard had actually taken the time to consider her appearance and wanted to take her out was both surprising and very pleasing. Miranda smiled and returned to her quarters quickly to change into something more fitting. She hadn't opted to change before as she hadn't wanted to make Shepard feel uncomfortable, she was very aware of how self conscious Shepard had been with her initially during the tests. Kasumi had recommended she wear something 'nice', she had a few options to choose from as she was always prepared for anything.
Shepard was surprisingly relaxed. The music she played soothing her soul and causing the Prothean intrusion into her conscious thoughts further back into the Cipher making her feel much more human again. She didn't hear the doors swish open or the click of heels that came to a rather abrupt halt by the fish tank.
Miranda couldn't help but watch for a moment. Shepard generally looked like a different woman when she played her piano, so free, so graceful, without a care in the world. Right now though it was something else to watch her.
Shepard was wearing dark hipster jeans with a black belt fastened by a circular silver buckle, and fashionable calf high black boots. Her top was sleeveless, white for the most part but curving around her bust extending up to and including the stylish collar was black with a black stripe the width of two fingers cutting around behind her back to meet up again on the other side. From just under the bust the top was open fully exposing the battle toned abdomen that given her current attire looked very feminine and downright sexy.
Blue eyes travelling from the boots and up that gorgeous figure came to Shepard's peaceful face and noticed the layered bangs that framed the right side of her face, the rest of Shepard's brown hair pulled away from her face in a simple but elegant twist. Having grown used to seeing her in armour or jogging clothes... or naked, it was so different seeing Shepard dressed up like this, it wasn't over the top or flashy, it was simple but nice, very nice.
Shepard finished the piece and opened her eyes to see Miranda openly admiring her. Grinning she flicked off the piano, "Ah so reports are conquered I take it?"
"You had any doubt?" Miranda returned with an amused half-smile, her eyes twinkling.
Shepard gracefully rose to her feet, "I'd hoped I'd given you incentive." Striding around the coffee table she approached Miranda, appraising her quickly with instant approval but not sure what to say. Miranda had never really liked being complimented on her appearance... or her intelligence, or her biotics or anything really.
Miranda wore a sexy little black dress that came to just above her knees with wide glittering black belt hugging her hips, capped sleeves, a tantalizing V neckline that showed just enough to set hearts racing... much like her usual uniform, and nice strappy heels that showed off her perfect ankles and those incredible legs.
Catching that hesitation Miranda smiled and inclined her head, "You look great Steph." she assured the self conscious woman.
Shepard grinned, her cheeks flushing a little, "So can I actually say you look amazing?" Shepard's heart beat a little faster as she moved a little closer, smoothly gliding into Miranda's personal space without crowding her, her husky voice was soft now, "Or do I tell you how I find the dress distracting?" she asked with an endearing touch of hopefulness in her voice.
Miranda didn't move, didn't have to, she could feel that Shepard wouldn't proceed any closer without her approval. Shepard was excited and hopeful and nervous with a hint of desire flickering away in the background not yet overpowering or insisting on more than perhaps a light kiss on the cheek. So that's what she gave her, reaching up she gently touched Shepard's chin and closed the distance between them to brush her lips across Shepard's cheek. "Thank you Steph. I'd be interested in hearing how you find my dress distracting." she pulled back with a wink and turned to leave.
Shepard grinned triumphantly and followed with a spring in her step, she had a really good feeling about tonight and didn't care how late it was.
Being so late only a couple people saw the dressed up women leaving the Normandy but it wouldn't take long for scuttlebutt to hear of it.
Walking the well lit streets towards the nearest taxi vehicle parking lot the coolness of the evening didn't bother either Miranda or Shepard.
Shepard would have liked to reach over and hold Miranda's hand but felt it was an entirely school girl thing to do so kept her hands to herself. She was very pleased that she'd been able to make Miranda actually laugh by teasing her about her dress while making it clear she thought Miranda looked beautiful.
"So where are we going?" Miranda asked curiously.
"Hey I distinctly remember you asked me out. Aren't you supposed to have a destination in mind?" Shepard grinned at her.
Miranda arched her brow, "I'd just meant in the Loft, Commander."
Shepard's grin wavered slightly at both her wrong assumption and being called Commander as opposed to Steph, "Oh. Well I just figured seeing as we're actually at a nice place as opposed to scooting around the Terminus..." she cleared her throat and slowed her pace a little, "We could go to Eternity, that's not far, or we could go back to the Loft..." Her tone was a little strained in its forced cheerfulness.
"Steph," Miranda's voice was actually gentle for a change at the instant disappointment and self-recrimination she felt from Shepard, "I'd much rather go out somewhere nice while we have the chance. I'm glad you thought of it." she assured her calmly, turning back a little to flash a disarming smile at Shepard.
Shepard blushed but relaxed and smiled, "Good. I don't actually know anywhere decent other than Eternity though."
"Well then, I know the perfect place." Miranda nodded and led the way.
In true Miranda Lawson style the 'perfect place' turned out to be a very classy establishment atop the Keluah Tower. Keluah was primarily business offices of wealthy contractors, however, the top floors were dedicated to a lavish and expensive hotel with associated commodities such as a restaurants, bars, dance club, casino, massage rooms, spa's and other luxuries to both indulge the senses and encourage clients to spend a few more credits.
Miranda had stayed in the extravagant hotel numerous times for though it had the option of some of the more sensual indulgences like Azure it was nowhere near as... trashy. Azure felt more like a whorehouse in comparison to the upper class accommodations of Keluah.
Shepard did her best not to let her jaw drop or eyes turn into saucers as she followed Miranda into the bar.
The designers had kept the bar smaller than expected to add to its exclusive feel. The dominant themes of the bar appeared to be the night sky and water. The roof was a velvety dark blue that was almost black and dotted with little blue lights in the imitation of stars. The actual lights were exquisite clear crystal pieces of art, like someone had tried glass-blowing with diamonds and filled the curving nest of vines with streams of blue light. At the end of each vine was a small sphere of light, that in conjunction with all the other small sphere's, gave off a soft glow which reflected off the water features below.
In the centre of the room the largest water feature softly bubbled away, a soft 's' in shape with two tables tucked in either side of the curves. It was a mesmerizing sight of sweeping whorls of similar clear crystal as the lights, so smooth in form to be almost hypnotic in watching the flow of water bubble over its surfaces.
Seating was arranged in secluded circular pods for the most part. There were a few 'open' tables with padded chairs arranged through the centre of the room but by and large the pods both looked far more comfortable and had more clients reclining in them than the tables for privacy. Smaller water features curved around numerous pods but were nowhere near as dominating as the central feature.
Music played quietly in the background, soft asari wind instruments to float along with the sounds of trickling water.
While Shepard was trying hard not to gawk she managed to follow Miranda to a private pod in a subtly darker corner of the bar. Sliding in it was automatic for both women to position themselves where they could see the rest of the room, which meant at the back of the U-shaped pod almost side by side but with enough distance between them to be able to comfortably face each other.
Miranda tapped the table to activate the holographic ordering system.
Shepard was more interested in the padded seat at the moment, pressing down on it and bouncing a little, "Now this is nice." Her grin excited and eyes twinkling with delight.
Miranda smirked, Shepard was right but she wasn't about to make a big deal of it as to her this was 'normal', one of her usual haunts when on Illium and needing some space from inferior Cerberus operatives.
"Though I'm curious, and this may just be the uncivilized marine in me, but wouldn't all these water fountains make people need to go to the bathroom more often? They'd have to have some pretty decent bathrooms." Shepard mused as she quickly got comfortable leaning back into the plush padding that reached higher than her head to add to the feel of being alone with Miranda.
Miranda shook her head with a soft chuckle, "That they do." was all she said on that particular line of conversation. "What would you like to drink?" she asked instead.
Shepard leaned forward and began to scroll through, this didn't feel like a regular Ice Brandy establishment so she ordered an asari wine that was produced on Thessia, sweet but potent apparently. She'd see if it had any effect on her.
Miranda was surprised by the choice, she'd expected her to order a brandy but then Shepard had stocked her cooler with an assortment of beverages and not just the favoured brandy.
"So you been here often?" Shepard asked conversationally.
"Yes. I've worked from Illium quite a lot, with the right permits there is little considered to be illegal in terms of resources here." Miranda acknowledged and having set up the privacy shield after ordering her own wine she let herself relax and turn her attention to Shepard.
"Of course." Shepard sighed, bloody Cerberus. "So other than relaxing in bars and playing piano what do you do to relax these days?" she changed the subject not wanting to spoil her thoughts on things to do with the Illusive Man.
"I rarely have the time to relax, Steph, there's always something that requires my personal attention to resolve. Here and playing piano are my favourite ways to relax." she admitted with a wistful smile as just mentioning piano had her picturing Shepard's playing earlier.
"So you wouldn't be opposed to my playing for you every now and then?" Shepard asked, rather shyly, her face a little lower and eyes on her twiddling fingers just below the table.
Miranda looked to her quickly at that soft offer and beamed, "I'd enjoy that."
Shepard couldn't help the buzz of excitement at that, having to stop herself from thinking of things she could play for Miri right now.
Comfortable small talk ensued that was relaxing. The first time in years either of them could just put everything aside for a few minutes with a friend. A few drinks into the evening had Miranda loosening up considerably though Shepard had yet to feel any kind of tingle or buzz from the alcohol she'd consumed, much to her dismay.
Shepard frowned at the sudden shift in Miranda, there'd been a lull in their conversation, not an uncomfortable one though. Whatever Miranda was thinking about was clearly upsetting for her, "Miri?" She reached over and lightly put her hand over Miranda's, waiting for Miranda to look at her so she could search those gorgeous blue eyes. "What're you thinking about?"
Miranda didn't pull her hand away from Shepard's warm touch even with knowing that Shepard could now feel what she was feeling far more easily. "When you were speaking with Garrus about Cerberus and... me, you mentioned several things."
Shepard didn't say anything but the entire atmosphere around them had certainly changed.
"I know I'm just a tool for Cerberus, I was for my father until I fled. Being a tool I knew my place, where I fit in the world given... how I came to be." she was studying her wine intently. "Everything about me has been engineered, my looks, my biotics, my intelligence. The only thing I can take credit for are my mistakes." her tone was sad but filled with conviction.
Shepard took a deep breath and spoke only when it was clear Miranda had finished. How could she respond to that deeply held belief, as Steph or the Commander? "Miranda," she reached over with her other hand to hold Miranda's in both of hers.
Miranda couldn't look at her just yet so closed her eyes, keeping her face lowered.
"I don't want a tool, I don't want to use you like that, as though your sole purpose is one particular thing that you can be discarded for once the task is complete." she shook her head at the thought, "You are under my command yes, but you are a living, breathing, intelligent being whose life and soul I value greatly. Who you are is far more important to me than what you can do because what you choose to do and how you choose to act is determined by who you are." She spoke with soft passion, a mix of Steph and the Commander in the response.
Miranda glanced up at Shepard with the glistening of unshed tears in her eyes at not only those deeply personal words but the associated tenderness and love Shepard was sharing with her through their connection.
"Miri, you are so much more than the foundation you were given." she thought quickly, "Please don't hit me for this but I'm a simple marine so bear with me." she smiled and sat forward a little, inching closer to Miranda.
Miranda's brow rose slightly, Shepard was anything but simple and her proximity was starting to have an effect on her.
"Think of yourself like the Normandy. It's the most powerful ship humans have, it has a super intelligent AI for a brain, it has all the bells and whistles it could possibly need and goddess is she a gorgeous looking ship." she smiled, "But without the captain it has no meaning, no goal, no purpose, no soul." she cleared her throat, "Not that I'm comparing myself to being the soul of the ship or anything." she quickly asserted.
Miranda rolled her eyes, "Just keep talking Shepard, I'm sure there's a shovel somewhere around here."
Shepard grinned and continued on quickly, "What I'm trying to say is that your father gave you the ship, but you are the captain. Everything you do, the good, the bad, the ugly, the magnificent, it's all you. All your choices. You decide where you go in your life, how you use your skills and the foundation you've been given. No one else can take the credit for anything you've done because it's all been you. You are the captain of your life and you are no mere tool Miri. You are bloody amazing woman, especially right here." she leaned forward and tapped between Miranda's breasts over her heart with an empowering smile.
Miranda was a little lost for words. Though she perhaps wouldn't have compared herself to a ship she understood what Shepard was trying to tell her and was actually rather eloquent in the delivery of. "I... thank you Shepard." It would take her some time to truly believe it but the fact that she could even consider it, that Shepard believed it with all her heart...
Shepard smiled tenderly, lifting Miranda's hand she turned it to kiss the palm of her hand, not breaking eye contact with the stunning woman beside her.
Perhaps it was the alcohol warming her or just the magnetic pull coming from Shepard but Miranda found herself caressing Shepard's cheek. Then she was leaning in, reaching out with her other hand and sliding it across that warm plane of Shepard's toned stomach, feeling the muscles ripple beneath her touch, reaching around to her hip and pulling her closer. She closed her eyes as their lips touched, Shepard's soft, compliant beneath hers and tasting of sweet asari wine, her scent that was entirely Shepard was intoxicating. She wasn't even fully aware of what she expected from Shepard but when the beautiful marine pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, a moan rumbled through her chest and hungrily she pushed Shepard back against the seat. Pressing up against her, running her fingers through that soft brown hair, her hand sliding up Shepard's side underneath her shirt. She was lost to the world around her outside of Shepard and the burning desire that was welling up within her fiercely.
Shepard only broke the kiss when she needed air, turning her face slightly and gasping for breath. She moaned as the action caused Miranda's full, moist lips to begin tracing her jaw. Turning her face more opened up her neck to the passionate exploration of this woman she'd loved for so long, who'd set the bar for every other relationship she'd ever had causing them all to ultimately fail... for none were Miranda Solheim.
Miranda felt the rapidly beating pulse of Shepard as she lingered on the sensitive spot over the carotid artery and gently sucked on the soft skin.
"Goddess..." Shepard breathed as it sent a surge of hot desire due south and reactively she gripped Miranda tighter.
The alabaster skin of the perfect woman would be marred by bruises from Shepard's powerful grip but right now it only served to encourage her further. Until her movements were stopped by a sharp pain in her hip as she found the table blocking her from getting closer to Shepard and she hissed, pulling back sharply to glare at the offending object.
It was enough of a reprieve for Shepard's clouded mind to remember where they were and that Miranda still had no idea who she was. "You okay?" she asked softly, breathlessly, gently rubbing Miranda's hip.
Miranda seemed to gather her wits again and her already flushed cheeks darkened. She pulled away quickly, putting some distance between them and clearing her throat, "Yes." she answered Shepard's question a little more brusquely than she'd intended.
Shepard smiled at the embarrassment coming from Miranda so sighed contentedly, "That was incredible, I don't think I've ever been kissed like that."
Miranda felt a flutter of satisfaction and smiled, it was a sentiment she'd heard from others but from Stephanie Shepard it actually meant something, "You weren't so bad either."
Shepard chuckled and very lightly hit Miranda's arm, "Not so bad huh? Think I need some practice do you?" She decided it would be a bad idea to add that 'practice makes perfect' considering it was Miranda she was talking to and their earlier conversation.
Miranda huffed, "I don't practice, Shepard."
"Need to find someone else do I? Massani'd definitely be game, Garrus'd pose a bit of a challenge with those turian lip plates and I'm sure Jacob'd follow orders..." she laughed as Miranda's icy cold glare landed on her, she deliberately hadn't mentioned any of the girls in case Miranda got the wrong idea. She held up her hands innocently with a cheeky grin to show she was just teasing.
Miranda's glare melted and she rolled her eyes.
It wasn't long after that heated kiss that they departed the Keluah, Shepard paying for the drinks of course, and returned to the Normandy. Their 'friends-date' had most definitely turned into a 'date-date'.
When the doors of the elevator opened up onto deck three Miranda found herself wondering if she should say goodnight now or...
While Miranda was hesitating Shepard took her hand and gently pulled her out with a smile, the taller woman quickly fell into step behind her until they rounded the corner and walked side by side with her. Shepard noted the mess was clear of people, it was four in the morning after all.
Stopping outside Miranda's quarters Miranda keyed in her security code and the door hissed open going to lead Shepard inside she was stopped as the woman didn't move to follow her.
"I'm going to say goodnight here Miri." Shepard said softly.
Miranda turned back to her, a little surprised... and disappointed.
Shepard stepped up to her and kissed her in what she'd intended to be just a chaste kiss on the lips.
Miranda had other ideas. Her arms were around Shepard's strong, slender body in a heartbeat, pulling her close and deepening the kiss once more. She felt a light touch on her hip and found herself guided to the wall, moaning as Shepard's warm body pressed her against the cold bulkhead.
It was incredibly difficult for Shepard to pull back from the searing kiss, but pull back she did, eyes locked with Miri's.
Even though those dark eyes were unfamiliar still there was no mistaking the love that shone through them and it made Miranda's pounding heart almost skip a beat. No one had ever looked at her like that before.
Smiling, Shepard stepped right back, hands to her sides, "I had a wonderful time tonight, thank you Miri. I guess the next one will be in the Loft's Lounge." She winked and before Miranda could protest at her departure she turned and strode back to the elevator knowing that if she didn't leave now she'd be following that goddess of a woman back into her quarters and it was just too soon for that.
Miranda watched her go, a feeling fluttering through her that she'd never thought she'd truly experience. While still largely undefined within herself she knew what it was, she knew it because she could already feel it in Shepard, in Steph. God she wanted her memory back! She wanted to remember all of the woman who was capturing her heart.
So I'd thought about chucking a spanner in the works, maybe Liara calling to say she's got intel on Samara or Thane because being an info broker she's been watching for Shep of course and jealously wants to interrupt the date cos she loves Shep... but then I figured with all the trouble I've put these two through they deserve one night of uninterrupted romance... one night ;)
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[After post note: I wasn't overly happy with the original opening paragraph... it just didn't sit right so I edited it a little and picked up a few typos so it should be all good now!]