thievinghippo passed me this one also:
sunsets and bullets, Mass Effect, characters of your choice
It was a pretty sunset, the sun low and red on the horizon, casting ruby light halfway around the dome of the sky, fading out to orange and gold on the edges.
Shame the mercs were coming out of it, so the sun was getting in his eyes. Garrus adjusted the light filtration on his visor, but even that only helped so much. He put his eye to the scope and focused: yes, there it was.
Shepard streaked across his vision in a haze of blue sparks, a shooting star, and he could hear the impact in his ear as she crashed into a knot of mercs. One of them reeled back from her, into his scope, and he pulled the trigger. “One less,” he said to himself.
“What was that?” Shepard called, breathless, and he heard the blast of her shotgun.
“Got one,” he said, already seeking his next target.
She laughed. “Garrus, I got three with that. Nova!”
He scanned away while she built up and discharged the power a detonation at his 1 o’clock, and there, coming up behind her, another merc, until he blew the man’s head off his shoulders. “Got your six, Shepard.”
“You always do,” she said, affection easing through her exhilaration.
“We done with these guys yet?” he asked, scanning the horizon. Motion detector wasn’t picking up anything more.
“I think so,” she said. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
He caught another flicker of blue and realized with a jolt that she was headed straight for him—
And then he hit the ground hard, dropping his rifle, arms full of Shepard. “Ouch,” he said.
“Sorry,” she said, her voice soft and husky, and kissed him, her lips warm and soft and urgent, the sun’s last rays shedding ruddy light over her hair.