Bryann shook her head to Cyrus’s question when her girlfriend returned. “No, leanbh, I’ve got it.” she was feeling supercharged in the rainy weather, and was excited to be returning home. She used her biotics to Lift the luggage of the two ladies, and dump it in the trunk.
They got into the shuttle, Bruce’s cage stuck in the back seat, and Bryann began the trip home. It was a long trip, and on the ferry across the canal they had to get coffee. Well, coffee for Bryann and an energy drink for Cyrus.
It took them about 10 hours to get to Enniscrone, it was near dawn when they were finally arriving. Cyrus was dozing in the passenger seat, by Bryann was too wired. She hadn’t been back to her home for nearly ten years. When she first caught a glimpse of the old house in the distance she shook Cyrus awake.
They made their way up the long drive, Bryann’s heart pounding for reasons beyond excitement to see her childhood home.
The cottage looked simple enough to Cyrus, the dark roof was pleasantly set off by the lush foliage around the fenced in, yet wild garden. Ivy grew haphazardly- yet articulacy up it’s walls and a small walkway to the wooden door was cut off by a thigh high robin’s egg blue gate. The stone home was well kept, yet the plant life seem in symbiosis with the man made structure, adding beauty in exchange for protection.
“Home?” The pale woman asked, her azure eyes carefully inspecting the blonde for any hesitation or trepidation. Satisfied when she found none, or none showed, she reached out to loop their fingers together.
Bryann stared at Cyrus, bemused.
“labhairt ar a son féin. Tá mé go hiomlán dÚsachtach, agus bródúil.” she sticks out her tongue.
She brings them to the docks in due time, her luggage already safely stowed away on their ship. She watches Cyrus part ways with her mongrel cat, as It is packed away with the other live and fragile cargo.
They make their way to the passenger area of the ship, and their journey begins. Bryann is surprised she stays awake the entire time; she normally falls right asleep while travelling, but she is so entranced by Cyrus’s stories she can’t help but stay awake.
Before they know it, they are touching down on Earth, in the public docks in London’s spaceport.
“We need to get a shuttle…” Bryann murmurs to Cyrus, clutching her hand as they stand outside in the rain.
Cy nodded absently, taking in the sight of a rebuilt London. No longer chard and beaten, but covered in a cool rain and light fog. “I’ll get it Ammour, you look like you just got off a thresher maw.” The ginger giggled.
Setting away with an objecting Bruce, the Officer made her way across the small sub-station to the taxi terminal, lazily tapping the screen and issuing the commands for a family sized sky-car. The idea amused her and she selected a dark paint job for the set, swiping her credit chit for completion.
“Bry-ann~ do you want some help with your things?” Cyrus asked when she sauntered back.
oh god what did i do
Bryann took to the sky in the car, aware of Cyrus’s eyes on her.
“For?” she asked, without turning to look at Cyrus. She had missed her red-haired lover and best friend for the past few months and only felt now that they were growing back together again. The past few weeks alone they had both been busy, Bryann settling back in and getting her life back in order, Cyrus with her own life, the life she had kept up during Bryann’s absence. She was grateful that Cyrus hadn’t forgotten about her in that time; 6 months was a long time to be away, with not a word of goodbye, or even a message saying she wasn’t dead.
She reached over with her right hand, and grasped Cyrus’ hand, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles. They needed this trip.
A small smile broke across Cyrus’ face and she leaned down to kiss Bryann’s fingers. “For saying hello at the docks.” An uncontrollable glee spread threw her, the warm beds and long nights together compounding into a fit of giggles. “T-t-tá brón orm ach tá muid i ton poill sionnach, tá muid t-ádh go bhfuil muid sane. Bhuel den chuid is mó.”
As the outside flew by, the small cabin of the sky-car felt almost fimilar, so close to her girlfriend and their life together. Everything had been leading up to this and it was defiantly a sweet victory.
She laughed, tilting her head to the side as though to help accommodate her cocky smile. “Nah, I get enough offers but it’s not in me ta take the easy road.” she shrugged slightly. “Does it sound bad if I say I like the chase?” she asked, not sounding ashamed of her words in the slightest.
Catching sight of the flaring interest in the admirals eyes, she couldn’t help cocking her hip to the side and adjusting her stance to offer the best view. “No complaints from this corner, admiral.” she said, the title slipping off her tongue like hand-spun silk as her eyes make their own slow perusal of Cyrus’ body. “None at all.”
A small shiver passed threw the redhead. “Ah, well Shepard, be careful the hunter often becomes the hunted in these… situations.” Cy smiled showing two rows of perfect white teeth, and her finger slowly traced up the Commanders right arm. “You never know, someone might make you stop and leave you completely defenseless.”
The Admiral leaned forward to whisper in the other woman’s ear. “I enjoy seeing my pray fooled.” Cyrus winked a small blush decorating her cheeks when she stood back. “You better keep those charms in check, you never know who might get the wrong idea.” She purred.
She hummed her sympathy. “I understand completely. Pretty sure I couldn’t handle a desk ‘less it tried ta kill me every so often.” she said. “Think i’d spend most of my time bein’ convinced it was just plottin’ my demise in secret.”
“Nothin’ wrong with bein’ closer ta a tall glass.” she said.
Natasha laughed. “Not so much with the savin’ of virgins. In those situations, I’m sure I’m more of a dragon’n anythin’ else.” her smile was impish. “But I try ta fight as good as I can. Been told I give even better’n I get but scuttlebutt’s only so reliable.” she said with a slight shrug.
A warm laugh escaped the Admiral, “Really now I would have thought the great commander would have thousands of suitors clawing at her cabin door, shes certainly cute enough.”
Cyrus twirled a lock of scarlet hair innocently. “You’d be surprised how often people die of paper cuts, a real tragedy, the Reapers would be envious.” She slowly examined the techy from head to toe making a small sound of approval before her eyes shot back up. “Sorry if I’m not exactly the ‘mighty war harden leader’ you excepted, Commander.”