[This is part of her day where Shepard finds herself being thoroughly deeply, meaningfully kissed, made blind in both a literal and metaphorical sense, while standing in someone else's bedroom. And not the man she's kissing.
Sense would dictate a certain decorum about this situation, given the relative danger involved. That even when licking your way into Sam Wilson's mouth, you ought to maintain at least a minimum of situational awareness. The mental link, the bond between them throws any such plan into total disarray. Shepard makes a sound, formless but not without meaning, and clutches him under their mingling robes, to emphasize her appreciation.
Behind her eyes, something else is mingling, psychadelic and strange. This isn't like it is with Annie, or Lavellan, or any other Host. Anyone can separate sex and love, and... and this is anything but separate. Even the too-bright slant of sunlight across the two of them is not enough to distract her.]
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Sense would dictate a certain decorum about this situation, given the relative danger involved. That even when licking your way into Sam Wilson's mouth, you ought to maintain at least a minimum of situational awareness. The mental link, the bond between them throws any such plan into total disarray. Shepard makes a sound, formless but not without meaning, and clutches him under their mingling robes, to emphasize her appreciation.
Behind her eyes, something else is mingling, psychadelic and strange. This isn't like it is with Annie, or Lavellan, or any other Host. Anyone can separate sex and love, and... and this is anything but separate. Even the too-bright slant of sunlight across the two of them is not enough to distract her.]