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In Public	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 8903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
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- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Pt.4
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Author's note: next sequel to 'In Command' and 'In Sight' (also posted here). Generally Garrus/Miranda + Kelly + Aria for the final foursome sequence, hint of Shepard/Tali. I still don't believe I'm writing it...

“…So he looks at me and says ‘Can it wait for a bit? I’m in the middle of some copulation!’”

Shepard’s laugh at his own joke was a little too loud, but he knew Joker wouldn’t notice it in the noisy club. Or probably think that’s because of the alcohol consumed. He still was embarrassed a bit about his clumsy entrance – and exit, when he caught his XO and Gunnery Officer having furious sex on her desk. But the booze helped him relax and even joke about it…

“You know, I’ve always thought there would be something between them, but my bets were on Garrus ripping her head off right after the suicide mission. Or maybe halfway to the evacuation point on the Collectors’ base – to spare the cleaning. You know them better, Commander, but I still can’t believe our Cerberus icy bitch warmed up for an alien…”

They were sitting on comfortable couches around the small table in ‘Afterlife’s chillout zone, the whole crew took their chance to cut loose and dispersed in the club. Aria T’Loak could be an arrogant scumbag, but she knew how to entertain people. From their point they had a perfect view of central go-go platform, a holo-screen on the nearby wall; the torches were making a great fire-show and the strippers kept giving their non-stop finely honed performance.

“Man, Fornax would be honored to buy their footage. Maybe I’ll make a fortune someday…” Joker looked at Shepard’s surprised face and hid behind his glass of beer. “I just got busted, right?”

“I won’t pay attention if you share that footage,” Shepard grinned, nudging the helmsman lightly.

“Commander! I’ve never thought you’re into…”

Shepard hushed, pointing with his thumb at the tall figure in battered blue armor approaching. Both went quiet and suddenly interested in the contents of their glasses.

Garrus nodded, greeting them, mandibles spread in a smirk.
“Gossiping?”
Soft turian voice passed through the thumping rhythms of club music with amazing ease. So does his hearing, Shepard presumed.

“Hey, Garrus, glad you joined us dressed properly for the occasion,” Joker pointed at the vacant seats around their table, “Nice lights on your armor, kinda suits the club atmosphere.”

Garrus snorted, jerking a shoulder, lowered himself on the couch.
“No way would I ever step on Omega surface without my armor on.”

“And where’s your lady?” Shepard wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Shepard, please…” the turian rolled his eyes. “Miranda said she’ll join us soon; she’s picking up an outfit for this party.”

“Ha, human women usually make you wait for hours when they’re deciding what to wear,” Shepard winked. “You got to get used to it. Also, I assumed you were undressing her a bit hastily last time…”

Joker hid his broad smile in his glass.

“You’re talking like we’re already, ah, a couple,” Garrus took a sip of his drink, looked at the holo-screen on the wall.

“Hey, you turian stud, don’t tell me you’re going to break Miss Ice Queen’s frozen heart and dump her,” Shepard furrowed his brows jokingly.

“I, ah, never said that, but actually we made no agreements… Nothing is determined between us yet,” Garrus waved his hand.

“Then make up your mind, Vakarian! Dammit, you’re one lucky bastard; you’ve got the woman most of human men wouldn’t dare to dream about! Why such uncertainty, you think a badass like you couldn’t handle a perfect woman?”

Miranda stood in front of her wardrobe in black fishnet stockings only and tried to fight her agitation, to look as confident as ever. The mere thought of club lights, heavy rhythms – dark corners, private areas and seductive body of her lover… And hundreds of curious eyes on them. She hated to state it, but the idea of them revealing their hidden affair seemed… exciting and arousing.

Yet she had no idea what Garrus thinks of it. She wasn’t so sure if he even approves her hanging out with him tonight. She didn’t know if he’s okay with people know there’s something between them.

He always remained so reserved.

She shuffled through her wardrobe once again, she wanted to wear something special tonight. Maybe something she ordered from ‘After Dark Fashions’ catalogue. She wondered if he would appreciate it. In fact she knew nothing about turian fashion.

“Look at yourself, Garrus; you’re like a cat that just got a huge bowl of cream. Whatever activities you shared with Miss Perfect, she must be perfect in it. I’ve never seen you that content.”

“Well, as long as you don’t recruit any women of my kind, it’s hard to, ah, blow off steam thoroughly… And by the way, what is ‘cat’ and ‘cream’?”

“Hahaha, come on, you get stuck on a vessel with no women of your kind and pro-human extremists running the show – and you end up in bed with their top rank officer! I think I almost envy you,” Shepard laughed getting even more drunk with each shot. There already was a battery of empty glasses on the table, and Commander showed no willingness to stop. “Care to share some juicy details?”

“Actually we never made it to bed yet,” the turian smirked smugly.

“Does she swallow?” Shepard downed another shot and asked bluntly.

Garrus raised his browplate, finished his drink and ordered another.

“Did she go down on you, I mean?”

The turian still looked puzzled.

Joker just sat there, sipping his beer with an expression of painful suppression of laughter ready to burst out. Shepard didn’t give up.
“Damn it, did she perform orally? Blow you? Suck you off?”

“Oh, this,” Garrus grinned, “You humans have so many words for it… Y-yes, she did… And she swallowed…”

“Man, she really loves you,” Shepard’s tone turned drunken-serious.

The turian made a sound similar to cough, giving him an incredulous look from under a raised browplate.
“Hm? What kind of indication it is?”

“Hey, haven’t you forgotten yet, you’re scary spiky monster, Vakarian! And she’s a real beauty, and she knows it…”

“It’s really weird to see Miranda smiling,” Tali almost jumped out of her enviro-suit when she suddenly heard Kasumi’s voice too close. The thief sneaked up on her cloaked, as usual. “I’d love to know who’s the one she’s smiling and dressing up for.”

The quarian spun around to see Miranda Lawson entering the club. And if her Cerberus uniform could be described as ‘slutty’, this velvet and fishnet outfit beat it. Stiletto heels, higher than usual, emphasized the wiggle of her butt in an indecent way. And she headed towards the booth Shepard, Joker and Garrus were having a talk at.

Earlier that day Tali became rather nervous after Shepard started to act strange a few hours before they docked – and with a little help of EDI she found out it was after his visit in Lawson’s cabinet. That raised her suspicion, the first time she met him alive again at Freedom’s Progress, he was with that Cerberus operative; he was rebuilt by her after all – who knew what she may come up with. Tali didn’t like her from the first sight. And all his following ‘friendship’ with that perfect and pretty damn arrogant bitch seemed bullshit. But if the perfect human whore thought she can take Shepard from her with bare hands or any other body parts, she was deadly wrong.

The young quarian left her half-emptied glass of dextro brandy with a straw, slid from her chair near the bar and hurried to the chillout zone. That swagger, those swaying hips as Miranda went up the stairs – it spoke of her readiness to go for it. But Tali didn’t plan to go down without a fight. She ran up the stairs, words she was about to say running through her mind, and not too many of them were suitable for a nice girl to say in public…

And she froze half a dozen steps behind Miranda.

Because Miranda waved to Shepard and Joker and… sat on Garrus’ lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and whispering something to him. And Garrus let his hands rest on her waist in return – rather intimate gesture, especially for him, usually keeping everyone at distance… And the way she was smiling at him she unmistakably wanted to get all his attention, not anyone else’s.

Tali inwardly thanked herself for keeping her mouth shut. She won’t have to apologize for the expletives she’s got on her mind on her way here. But… Keelah, Garrus? How come? No wonder she mistook that new look of Cerberus ‘Cheerleader’ for something different, she could’ve never thought about her and the turian sniper… getting along.

“Hey, there’s my little quarian girl too!” Shepard waved to Tali, she approached hesitantly as if changed her mind halfway. “Only Joker is alone now…”

“Yeah, I already miss EDI,” Joker shrugged, “I’ll return to the ship soon anyway; it’s dangerous to stay around all of you getting drunk in my condition. I’m glad the docks are just around the corner, maybe I should thank Aria for that.”

“We’ll be somewhere around the bar,” Garrus stood up, his arm still wrapped around Miranda’s shoulders.

“Great, I’ll join soon. I guess I owe you all some kind of speech before I’ll be dead drunk.”

Shepard ogled Miranda’s luscious ass bouncing lightly with each step and turned to the fidgeting from foot to foot quarian watching the unexpected couple leave.
“Hey, Tali, having fun?”

He caught her hand and pulled, making her land on the couch next to him. She folded her arms on her chest, still looking in the same direction.

“You seem tense, anything wrong?”

“Not really,” she shook off the startled daze, “I’m just not sure of what I just saw…”

“They made a sexy couple,” Shepard stated absentmindedly, Miranda’s naked body returned before his eyes once again. He embraced Tali, pulling her on his lap, his fingers playing with her drape straps

“Just for a second when I saw her entering the club, dressed… worse than ever, and going here, I almost thought she set her mind on taking the last chance to seduce you,” Tali’s accent was slightly sharper than most of the times; she sounded nervous.

“Come on, we’re just friends, I told you many times,” Shepard took her three-fingered hand in his, “And Garrus is my friend, I’d hate to get on his bad side… It’s… nice to see them both happy.”

“I have no idea, what Garrus saw in her!”

Tali sounded so sexy when edgy, Shepard caressed her curvy hip, kissing her draped shoulder. He knew she felt it even through the suit, the impossibility of really touching her anywhere and anytime he wanted just heated his imagination.

“Hey, what’s wrong, I thought you’ve never got along with him well?”

“Yes, but he still was one of us when we fought Cerberus,” Tali tilted her head. “Fine, these two years changed him. A lot.”

“Give them a chance,” Shepard kissed her gloved fingers, “She’s not that bad as you think of her. I think it’s great our mission helped the two lonely people find and appreciate each other.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Tali sighed under her mask and slid her hand up his muscular arm. “Why should I care anyway?”
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