Shepard peered over the edge of the divider separating her and Kaidan. Or, more aptly, the shooters from the rest of the masses. He’d vanished from her side so fast she’d thought she’d imagined his company in the first place, until she saw him practically bouncing on his toes, impatiently waiting for his chance at ski ball.
Two feet above his head, a stern sign read, ‘NO BIOTICS’.
She watched him roll his shoulders as he readied the ball, craning on her tiptoes to see over the ledge. Then he abruptly turned, and she practically smacked her face on the board as she slammed back down on her heels and whirled around.
"Shepard, I know you’re there."
"Can’t prove anything, Alenko."
"I need you to hold my amp."
"What?" She turned back around and leaned upwards - and almost hit her face against his.
She was too surprised to back away and even more surprised when he rested his chin on her fingers while unplugging his amp. His lips dangerously close to her knuckles, and she could feel his breath on her skin.
"In case I do too well. Wouldn’t want to be accused of any wrongdoing.”
"Oh," she said, still staring at the two centimeter gap between his lips and her fingers, which closed to one centimeter when he spoke. "Right."
"And since I knew you’d be spying on me, I figured you wouldn’t mind."
"Of course not." He stood back up, and she snapped her eyes back onto his.
"So you don’t deny the spying."
"Hand the amp over, Alenko."
"Thanks," he said. His hand closed around hers, gently prying fingers open since she’d forgotten to do it herself, and depositing the fragile piece of tech. "Wish me luck?"
"Give ‘em hell."
For a moment, he lingered at the edge of the board separating them, his hand still on hers, before departing. At which point, she finally allowed herself to flush. She tried to dismiss the thoughts which bubbled in the back of her mind as she held one of the most precious things a biotic could ask another person to hold on their account - and attempted to not think of what that meant, either.