A/N: I have no idea where this one came from, but the idea bubbled up in my brain. Just a very short little one-off...

In the Commander's Cabin

"Shepard, I'm not sure I can last much longer." Tali gasped.

"Giving up already?" Shepard taunted, her own voice a bit strained.

"No, I don't want to stop." The quarian shifted a bit, her elbow digging into Shepard's side.

"At least your legs bend that way. It hurts just looking at you like this." Her eyes followed the curve of Tali's hips down her long legs. "Even if the view is nice."

"I like what I see as well." Tali smirked as she stared at Shepard's chest, sending a blush across the human's face.

"Oh, do you?" Shepard smiled slyly. She pressed a little closer to the quarian, drawing out a gasp from her as their legs touched. "And what do you think about this?"

"Keelah, that is not fair..." Tali growled.

"It's also not fair that you're so flexible..." She purred.

"You can't talk like that. I can't think properly when you do." The quarian complained. "It's tough enough with you touching me like this."

"Oh? Is this distracting?" She brushed Tali's fingers with her free hand, tracing those long, slender fingers with her own. "I know it is for me."

The quarian sighed happily. "Maybe a little." She slid a bit, letting her weight settle some against Shepard's hip. Her back brushed against the human's breasts, and Shepard found herself trying hard to keep her concentration. "Are we going to continue?"

"Are you sure about this?" Shepard asked.

"Very." Tali's voice had a raw note to it. "I wasn't sure at first, but now..."

"Yeah..." Her own voice was fairly husky at the moment too. Having Tali up against her like this was doing bad, bad things to her train of thought. "Uh, Tali, I can't... With you on top..."

"Should I...?" The quarian moved a little to the left, her leg slipping between Shepard's.

"Do you think you can reach...?" She turned her head a little, and the quarian followed her gaze. Tali reached out, her fingers stretching closer and closer to her goal, and gave a little flick...

The dial spun. "Right hand red."

End

A/N 2: So yeah, that's pretty much it. Had the weird little idea of them playing Twister, and since my drawing skills cap out at really bad stick figures, I had to write it instead. I have no idea where the image came from in the first place, but my brain insisted I get it out there.

I'm so, so sorry.