imagineyourotp:

Imagine your OTP singing along to "Baby, It's Cold Outside", or living out the story of the song.

Another stupid drabble from tumblr uploaded for posterity.

Your eyes are like starlight now

Kaidan gripped Shepard's hand as they breathlessly piled through the back door, snow falling from their hair and boots.

They'd went ice skating, spending the day laughing and falling over a lot, Kaidan successfully trying to teach her to skate. It was one of their few days, just the two of them, and with no baby vomit. He held his wife's hand like they were two teenagers out on a first date and he had felt young and so very loved.

The winter fog and chill had gotten worse as the day progressed, the nasty cough Shepard had had for a week sounding more and more like a rattle, but she had only agreed to head home when Kaidan promised they could go skating again next week. He would make sure of it.

A blustery cold flurry had left slowly melting flakes of snow in their hair, and with Shepard's long, dark curly locks, rosy cheeks, beanie and scarf Kaidan's mother had knitted for her, Kaidan felt mostly old and worn out next to her youthful vibrancy and beauty. He also felt a lot smug, deep down, and knew at the ice rink that men would have wished to even be allowed to hold her hand, shooting him envious looks.

Well, that part might have been his imagination but he didn't care. His wife was the prettiest woman there.

He spun her as they closed the kitchen door, the smell of freshly baked cookies and Ma Alenko's gentle voice talking to the boys in the next room.

"Shepard, you look so pretty."

"And you're such a charmer," she tutted and pulled off her winter gloves, slapping him on the chest with them.

"I'm not," he protested. "I can't tell my wife that she looks pretty with no ulterior motive?"

"Ah ah!" she said, waggling a finger at him and grinning. She giggled as he grabbed the pointing hand, wrapped an arm around her back and tugged her so close their chests touched. "I know you, though," she whispered, looking up at him with snow on her eyelashes. "Major Alenko always has an ulterior motive."

"You wound me so with your cruel jibes."

His eyes traced her lips, as he whispered back, not wanting to disturb Ma so they could have a moment alone in the kitchen without the boys crawling all over them. Shepard's lips were slightly chapped but pink from the cold. Her nose was red and her eyes vibrant. His heart clenched, love a painful enormity and tender torture.

"Ha!" she laughed, the corners of her eyes crinkling and his heart thumped again, the worn, beat-up old thing always charmed by her. "Anyway, I sound like a dog. And look like one too, all snotty and gross."

She did sound husky with her scratchy voice and it was doing strange things to Kaidan. She somehow sounded adorable, with her unusual low timbre. It also reminded him of their eldest when he caught a cold and wanted nothing more than his dad to read him a bedtime story and carry him around like he was a baby again.

It was going to be Christmas soon and a song his mother used to play for his dad popped into Kaidan's head.

He caressed a lock of her hair and said, "Baby, it's cold outside."

Shepard pouted. "Thought I told you not to call me baby?"

"It's a song."

"Mm hmm," she hummed, a suspicious slant to her eyebrows.

He continued, grinning and leaned closer to her, ignoring a squeal from Andy in the next room. He could already tell Ma had him overexcited and getting the baby to sleep tonight would be torture. But he had this moment in the kitchen and every sleepless moment was worth it.

Shepard looked up at him and she still had stars in her eyes, exactly like the first time he had met her on the Normandy. Galaxies were still drowning in the bottomless oceans of her eyes. Snowflakes dusted her long, dark lashes and she looked at him with warmth and tenderness and home in her expression.

"Your eyes are like starlight now."

"Then you'd better kiss me," she murmured and closed the distance between their mouths.