( biotickaidan also asked for this one)
Shepard still couldn’t figure out how she’d managed to get someone like Kaidan into her bed. It wasn’t the first time, but each night when she looked over at him, she was in awe. Someone so kind and gentle seemed to love her.
He was half asleep, his hair slightly messy, clothing tossed carelessly on the floor, but he still held her hand and stroked the back of her palm so softly. She inched closer, sliding an arm over his body and pressing her forehead to his. Her eyes looked straight in front of her, at his lips. She’d stared at them enough, but she clearly had never noticed one thing.
“We match,” she said, a thumb brushing across his bottom lip.
He opened his eyes just a little bit, beautiful and light brown, and warm as ever. “What do you mean?”
Her thumb graced over a silvery scar that extended from above his lip to part of his chin. It was subtle, something she could only notice up close or in the right light. He drew a hand up to her lips, tracing the curve of her bottom lip and smiling. His fingers found her nearly identical matching scar across her lips. It was on the same side, and just as faint.
“We do,” he said. He stroked his thumb across her lips, letting his hand linger at her bottom lip. “I think it’s a sign.”
“Of what?” she teased, pressing the tip of her nose against his.
“I don’t know, but I have some theories.”
“Why don’t you show me then, Lieutenant?”
He gave a tired, but content smile, and pressed his lips against hers over and over and over again.