Hey, for the cute shippy starters how about number 16: “It could be worse.”?
This piece was written for me on my birthday, by me, as a little indulgent Shenko fluff, thanks to @leysendris wanting the prompt ‘It Could be Worse’ and @joufancyhuh really wanted Assless Chaps so I killed three birds with one stone. :)
The crew of the Normandy is
doing a charity calendar photo shoot, where all the proceeds go to
worlds ravaged by the war with the Reapers, but it’s a little hard for
everyone to get into it, much to the photographer’s dismay even if it is
for a good and noble cause…
Sighing heavily Kaidan turned away from the mirror pulling on a long sweater that went a few inches past the tops of his thighs to make it from the dressing room to the area where the charity photoshoot was being held. He would’ve thought he’d be used to being a cowboy by now, thanks to Alyss’ murder mystery party where he was Rusty Cattlebrandt, as well as using that same costume to seduce her in the shuttle bay not that long ago. But nothing could’ve prepared him for the 4-piece costume consisting of black leather assless chaps with a g-string, brown cowboy boots and a matching brown cowboy hat; what he wouldn’t give to have a shirt, even if it was an open one.
He held tightly to the brim of his hat; he’d put it on when it was absolutely necessary.
Joker was finishing up his shoot, his jeans unbuttoned and shirt covered in sugar skulls for day of the dead wide open as he sat, legs spread, next to a large fake turkey nestled on a small table…the pages being shot in reverse order. The photographer, a short-tempered little man, kept muttering about his artistic vision being ruined by a pilot jockey in a hat unable to take this seriously; Joker removed his hat for next to no one. Their ornery pilot stood up slowly, re-buttoning his pants and shirt, scratching his chin under his beard as Alyss came around the corner, wearing a knee-length beige trench coat buttoned all the way up and cinched around the waist with the tie, her black hair hung in waves around her shoulders. Kaidan’s breath hitched. She jammed her hands in her pockets but brightened up when she saw him, making a beeline for him; if it hadn’t been for her makeup, Kaidan would’ve thought she was up next after him.
Her lips were their usual red hue, but her dark grey eye shadow had been traded for red and green sparkles.
“Hey, you.” He went to catch her lips in a light kiss, a tutting sound stopping them when they were a centimeter apart.
“Are you my October?” The photographer asked, clicking his tongue in disapproval as his eyes roved over Kaidan, narrowing in dismay at the sweater he wore. “Why the sweater? Why aren’t you wearing your hat? Commander your crew is trying on my nerves!”
“It’s almost like they have minds of their own.” Alyss giggled, wrapping her fingers around the hem of Kaidan’s sweater and tugging it down gently as she pressed herself against him, grabbing his earlobe gently with her teeth. “Take it off.”
Joker gagged and rolled his eyes.