A/N:

Not beta, all mistakes are my own.

No real spoilers.

Rated M because I cuss like a goddamn sailor. =) Also rated M for some hot moments.

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Shepard stepped into her office on Friday morning to find her desk chair already occupied. Major Coats was leaning back in the chair with his boots up on her desk. She clung to the cup of coffee in her hand like it was a lifeline. She'd gotten back from Arcturus late and hadn't managed to get much sleep. It was too fucking early to deal with him.

"Get your damn feet off of my desk." She glared at him. "Did the L.C. turn you down?"

"Who?" He dropped his boots from her desk and stood up to let her take her seat.

She waited for him to move away from her desk, when he didn't. She rolled her eyes and slide past him, ignoring the warm, hard body that brushed against her. "Why are you in my office?"

"I was waiting for you. I wanted to know how your brief visit to Arcturus went." He perched on the edge of her desk. He swung his leg a little, letting it bump hers.

"Quit that." She frowned at him. "How the hell did you know where I went?"

"Spies."

"You mean you flirted with one of the women at the port," she corrected.

"I believe in using all the tools of my trade." He nudged her leg again with his. "So, how was the Admiral? Is he bald under that cap? I've always wondered."

"The Admiral was…satisfying." She didn't bother answering his second question. "Now go away, I have work to do."

"Have lunch with me?" He was fucking charm personified when he wanted to be.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Do you ever wear a tuxedo?" Shepard ignored his question. She'd never seen Coats in a suit. She was briefly distracted by the idea.

He frowned at her. "If I show up in bloody black tie, will you go to lunch with me?"

"Sure." She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't you have your own fucking office?"

"I'll hold you to that, love." He stole her cup of coffee and walked out of her office.

"Jackass."

Shepard forgot completely about him until five minutes after twelve o'clock, Coats stepped into her office in a goddamn suit. She tried to force her eyes to focus on the datapad on her desk and not the man moving towards her. He did look fucking good in the suit.

"What the hell are you doing?" She glared at him when he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of her chair.

"You said if I showed up in black tie, that you'd go to lunch with me." He gestured towards his current state of dress. "Voila, so, let's go."

"I'm in fucking fatigues." She complained while trailing after him. It was impossible not to follow; he had an iron grip on her hand. Hackett was going to kill her.


Inter-Relay Text Chat

Location: London

From: Shepard

To: Hackett

14:03 S: I think I just accidentally went on a lunch date.

14:13 H: Accidentally?

14:15 H: How does one accidentally go on a date, Shepard? And who was this date with?

14:16 S: I thought it was just lunch…but…it wasn't.

14:17 H: Who was it?

14:18 S: Major Coats.

14:19 H: I thought he was distracted.

14:21 S: So did I.

14:22 H: Why were you going to lunch with him in the first place?

14:23 S: I accidentally agreed to it.

14:34 S: I was trying to get him out of my office. I didn't think he'd actually do it.

14:35 H: Do what?

14:57 H: Shepard?

15:01 S: Show up in a suit.

15:03 H: A suit?

15:05 S: I'm late for a meeting. Can we finish this later? I promise, it really wasn't a date from my perspective.

15:06 User has disconnected.


When her meeting was over, Shepard tried to reach the Admiral again but he didn't appear to be available. She tried a few hours later without success. It was well after midnight when she finally walked back to her apartment. She half-expected to find the Major loitering outside her apartment again. There was a man by her door who was much more welcome sight.

"I've been trying to reach you all afternoon." She remarked before walking past him into her apartment. She headed into the kitchen to grab a power bar and a bottle of juice. She'd missed dinner again.

"That's what you're having for dinner?" Hackett frowned at her.

"It's better than pizza and beer." She sat on one of the stools in the kitchen and munched on the bar. She pointed in the general direction of the stars. "Aren't you supposed to be on a station up there somewhere?"

He walked over to her and took the empty wrapper from her hand. He set it on the kitchen counter and then did the same with the juice. "I just have a simple question for you."

"Ok?"

"Did he look better than me in a suit? I know how fond you are of them." Hackett's hands rested on her thighs.

"Nope."

"Good to know." He lifted her up and began carrying her towards the bedroom.

"Are we going somewhere?"

"I want to make sure that you don't accidentally have any more dates." He dropped her on the bed.

"Oh? And how do you intend to do that?" She grinned up at him.

"I believe screwing you into exhaustion was high up on my list of ideas to try."