My girlfriend was really excited to see this. An English cider from Somerset, where her parents are from. I’m not a cider drinker, I don’t drinks it all of the day, so please bugger off. Sorry, whenever I drink cider I can’t help but sing some Chaos U.K.
This cider is really good! Nice and crisp.
LitNiche - Her Liara femshep one shot is a collection of the fluffiest fluff on the planet.
cassie.hack - One more story (it is not likely to finish, but the lead up is cute a fluff)
themarshal - A Good Night (READ THIS I BEG YOU - I was so sad the author appears to have stop writing the only femshep control ending continuation i am aware of…*cut*)
@sigmalied - yeah i know she is known to write Aria/Tevos, but I stumbled on her because of the shiara fics XD. (I am a fan that Liara is still too young to have kids post ending and poor Sheppy is a clucky mess.)
Imagine your OTP cuddling on the couch while a massive blizzard rages on outside.
Turians hated cold. They weren’t bred for it, didn’t want it, didn’t need anything to do with it. And here they were, on Noveria. Benezia had gone out to Peak 15. Even though they were in a Mako, the cold still gripped Garrus’ skin. It felt like his plates were going to freeze and fall off.
“You okay?” Shepard asked. She glanced at him.
“Birds don’t like the cold,” Wrex muttered with a cruel grin.
“I’m fine.” Garrus’ mandibles flared, and he looked forward in earnest.
They drove through the steep pass for a long while. The sun was a pale orb in the distance, not the burning ball of fire Garrus was so used to. The whole world was washed in white and he wanted out before it smothered him.
A car was damaged up ahead. There were bodies.
“Let’s check it out,” Shepard said.
“No point. There’s no life signs. I’ll go see what I can scrounge up before the turian turns to ice.” Wrex laughed as the Mako came to a stop. He jumped out.
“Ignore him.” Shepard wrapped an arm around the turian and rubbed his arms.
Confused, he pushed her away. “What are you doing?”
She laughed. “It’s a human thing. Gets the blood flowing in the cold. My dad used to do it when I was little.”
“Turian circulation doesn’t work that way, but thanks for the thought.” He nodded. There was no way he’d look weak or inexperienced in front of Shepard. No way.
It didn’t occur to him until after the SR-1 incident that that was the first time he’d felt anything like attraction for her. And it didn’t surprise him when, two years later, he saw her through his scope again and felt that same squeeze against his heart.