Lup is bathing in hot water and her success, letting herself be buoyed by both. Right now she can think of nothing better than sloppy makeouts in a hot tub. She grins indulgently at whatever the heck Shepard is saying, oh yeah she's agreeing with her, that checks out.

Time and practice. She had a lot of that, with Barry. With all of them, time and practice to grow indescribably close. Is this-- fuck, she doesn't need any more of that, here. She's got a family, waiting for her, she doesn't want time to grow another one. She's not gonna wait another hundred fucking years to get to where she's supposed to be. Longing flares up hotly in her chest and she bites her lip, not wanting to make it a thing in front of Shepard.

And Shepard's still very much here? Warm and sweet and not out of reach. Suddenly that seems even more irresistible than the kiss and she floats closer again, sneaking her arm snugly around her waist and sinking until she can rest her head on the shorter woman's shoulder. Mmm, perfect. Nailed it.

Maybe a little time wouldn't be so bad.