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Paul laid outstretched in his clawfoot bathtub as the hot water engulfed his body. His taut muscles were worn after a battle against a surviving Geth fighter. Paul groaned and sunk lower and lower into the welcoming water, including bubbles — in which he was not afraid to admit he had poured in. He was a manly man and he had no shame in a bubble or five thousand.

With his eyes closed, the commander of the Normandy grunted softly as his body eased into a more relaxed state. He had earned this, as he told himself with every soothing bubble bath he partook in. He rubbed the suds over his chiseled abs and over his broad chest, kneading his skin as he did so. A few bubbles caught air and began to float around his personal bathroom, laden with silence. Until…

Her.

With a loud thunk against the tub and the water rising over the edge at an alarming rate, Paul sat up straight, his eyes opened wide in shock as he looked upon the psychotic biotic in all her glory, sitting cross-legged between his in the tub. The smirk on her lips was undeniable as the bubbles climbed over her bared body, covering many of her tattoos, but Paul knew they were there. He panicked slightly before quickly plunging his hands beneath the water to provide cover to his nether regions. He wasn’t too keen on letting Jack see his “Big Diq”, as she so dubbed it. Not just yet…