“True love’s kiss? What is this? A fairytale?” Shep placed his hands on Garrus’ broad shoulders, lifted himself on his tiptoes, and brushed his lips over the Turian’s mandible. Then he ran his hands over his cranial crest. “You know, this would work so much better if you weren’t this freaking tall, Garr. Almost seven feet.” Shep sighed dramatically.
“And if he weren’t a life-sized cardboard replica, then you two could have a nice Valentine’s dinner in your quarters… er...apartment, where yo