sometimes when you take down a fuckton of reapers, you gotta fist bump your squadmate
ashley and default femshep are belong to bioware and such
ignore ashley’s disappearing arm
"Shepard, let me tell you something that I've learned the hard way.
You can pay a soldier to fire a gun.
You can pay him to charge the enemy and take a hill.
But you can't pay him to believe."
- Admiral Steven Hackett, Mass Effect 3
Spectral Warmth by jadebloods
Female Shepard/Ashley Williams (Mass Effect)
Rated T, ~4300 words
"That kind of night, huh?" She leans back, resting her elbows on the back of the bench as she rolls her thighs open and closed, open and closed, knocking her knees together absently and bumping her elbow against your shoulder with the sway of it. Instead of looking at you, she follows your gaze out to the water and the Relay monument in the distance. "Well, I won’t tell if you won’t."
"You’re smart, Williams. That’ll get you a free drink." You pass the bottle to your left, and she takes it with her right hand, bringing it to her mouth immediately.
"Whoa," she says, pulling a grimace and looking at the label. "Now I know why this needs scare quotes." You reach out like you’re going to take it back, but she pulls it away, back up to her lips. "Didn’t say I wasn’t gonna help you drink it. So, you hiding from the nerd squad?"
You have an idea of who she means, but you ask anyway, for deniable plausibility reasons. “Who?”
"Alenko and T’Soni," she deadpans, finally handing the bottle back to you. "Ugh, get this away from me." She wipes her hands against her thighs, as if trying to scrape the burn of bad liquor shame off onto her jeans.
You take the bottle and rest it on the bench between your legs, holding it in place with your hand on the neck. The rim is still slightly wet from her mouth, and you take the time to rub your thumb around it in a slow circle before speaking. “It’s a delicate situation.”
While on shore leave just before Virmire, Ashley and Shepard share a bottle of New Louisville “Kentucky” bourbon on the Presidium and discuss love triangles, the intricacies of interspecies sex, the burden of of fate and the inevitability of death, and the bone-deep desire to smash skulls. There are no kakliosaurs in the Alliance navy, and nobody smooches anybody. Really.