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Blackwork	By : PestoMonkey Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11593 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: For those who don't know, apparently April 11 is Shepard's birthday. This chapter was written in honor of the date.

"So, I got you a present," he said from the sofa, a bit anxiously. This was the first gift-giving occasion they'd had together so far.
"Oh yeah?" she asked from her desk. "I like presents. Let me guess... it's in that big box you stuck in the corner over there, thinking I wouldn't notice."
He laughed, "You don't miss a thing, do you?"
"That's why I'm the Commander and you're the Lieutenant, James," she said. He could hear the amusement in her voice.
"What's the occasion?" she asked.
He was confused for a second. Had he gotten the date wrong?
"It's... your birthday. Isn't it?" he asked cautiously.
She checked her calendar. No shit... he was right. She'd been so preoccupied with the war she hadn't even realized what day it was. She'd survived another year. Go figure.
"So... how many is this now?" she heard him ask.
She gave up on her work and strolled barefoot down to sit next to him. He wrapped his strong arm around her and pulled her close, handing her his tumbler of whiskey.
"You always know the way to my heart, James," she said as she took a sip, then answered his question.
"Thirty-three, I think. But maybe it's only thirty-one if you don't count the two years I was dead." She turned to look into his eyes.
"So I've been dating an older woman all this time? I had no idea," he said with a studly smirk as he met her gaze.
She laughed at him and punched him gently in the ribs. "Not that much older. There's only, what... five years between us? Five years is nothing. Besides, the older we get, the less it matters. You just wait, when you're ninety and I'm ninety-five… or ninety-three... it won't seem like such a big deal."
"Maybe not, but I'll still know I banged an older woman," he said, sliding his hand down her side and squeezing her hip. He lowered his head and captured her lips in his, reveling in their softness and the way she always eagerly opened up to him, letting his tongue in to slide against hers. But she pulled back suddenly, much to his disappointment.
"Don't I get to open my present?" she asked.
He paused for a second in surprise, then laughed softly and stood up. He came back to her with the box a moment later and set it on her lap. She ripped the ribbon and paper off and he almost giggled to himself at the excitement in her eyes.
"What?" she asked, catching his entertained stare and pausing before she lifted the lid off the box.
"Nothing... I've never seen you this excited about something. You're like a little kid on Christmas."
"James, you've been teasing me with this thing for a fucking week. You have no idea what kind of torture you've put me through, wondering what's in here."
"So..." he said, nodding his head at the box that sat still unopened in her lap. "Open it, already if you're so eager."
She lifted the lid off the box and stared in rapt wonder at its contents.
"She's gorgeous!" she gasped, lifting the shiny Tempest submachine gun out of the foam nest it rested in. She threw the empty box to the floor and held the gun up in her hands, hefting it gently and testing the weight. She could already tell it was far superior to the tired old SMG she'd been using for months already. Her heart did a little flip-flop at his thoughtfulness. She found the box and set it gently back in its nest and closed it up with a small sigh. She almost regretted now that it would be a couple days until their next mission when she would actually get to use it.
She stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love it. Thank you," she said, giving him a huge kiss.
He was struck by her mood suddenly. He hadn't seen her appear truly happy about anything since he'd known her, but if he had to describe how she seemed now, that's the word he would have used. Had he caused this? He suddenly had the strongest conviction that if he had, he would do anything in his power to keep her this way, or at least make sure he drew this reaction out of her as often as possible.
"What is it?" she asked, pulling back from him when she sensed his reaction.
"Nothing. I'm just glad you liked it," he said softly and his hands drifted down her back, softly gripping her backside. She leaned into him again with another softly murmured thank you and kissed him more deeply than before, her lips hot against his mouth and her hands slipping beneath his shirt and gliding against the soft skin of his back.
"Lola," he groaned when he felt her hips press against his. He bent over abruptly and lifted her up in his arms. He carried her the short distance to the bed and laid her down, then climbed onto the bed next to her, nestling his lips against hers again, his tongue teasing to be let in.
He trailed his hand down her side, pausing at her waistband. He pushed her pajama pants down her hips and slid a hand up her inner thigh, finding her soft and wet and enticingly hot. She let out a soft moan against his kiss when he began stroking her gently. He drifted his lips over her jaw and down to her neck, enjoying the soft ecstatic sounds she made in his ear as his fingers worked at her.
"James," she gasped after a minute. "Oh god, you're going to make me come."
He rumbled in her ear, "That's kindof the idea, Lola."
"But... I want you..." she gasped suddenly when he thrust a couple digits deep inside her wet depths. "I wan't you inside me."
He felt her hands ineffectually pawing at his clothing, one hand gripping at his waistband and failing to unfasten his button, the other pulling desperately at his shirt. It amused him somewhat that she was too addled by that point to actually undress him. He loved that he could affect her to that degree.
He whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon enough. This moment is for you. Happy birthday, Lola."
She let out a series of sharp gasps and her hips bucked against his hand as her climax hit. He gripped her pelvis with his large hand, sinking his fingers into her deeply as the spasms played out.
They lay for several seconds as she caught her breath, his nose pressed against her cheek and his strong arm resting gently on her stomach, his hand still inches away from the depths his fingers had just inhabited.
She took a deep breath and said, "How 'bout now?"
He laughed against her neck and murmured, "Now works for me." He stood up and stripped, catching her eye when she'd tossed her shirt and pants to the side. He caught that same glimmer of joy he so rarely saw in her eyes and felt a little surge of pride.
The gift had definitely been worth it, he thought as he buried himself inside her and she wrapped her legs around him.
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