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Ooh, Shiny!	By : Tanwen Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Originally posted at the Mass Effect Kink Meme.
Prompt: Shepard discovers that some turians can be lulled into a trance like state via a shiny object and with a soft voice. She decided to abuse this to get into the turian's pants and have some epic, epic sex.

"… and we were both grounded for a week,” Garrus said, laughing as he leaned back on Lenora Shepard’s couch.

Shepard laughed. “Given how we met, Garrus, I’d never have pegged you and your sister for budding juvenile delinquents.” She was glad that she’d thought to do this. She felt like their relationship needed some repairing after confronting Sidonis on the Citadel. Normally, Shepard wouldn’t have thought twice about putting a bullet in a traitor’s brain, but something about Sidonis’ behavior had stopped her from letting it go forward.
It had been while she and Garrus weren’t speaking as much that Shepard started realizing just how much she missed having him around. She hadn’t let anyone get close to her in years - really, if she was being honest, since her family was killed on Mindoir. She’d rebuffed both Kaidan and Liara when they showed interest in her on the first Normandy.
But Garrus was … different. She’d been trying to make her interest known, but she wasn’t sure if Garrus was clueless due to the species difference, or if he wasn’t interested. And she wasn’t making any headway on figuring it out.
“Dad was pretty upset, let me tell you,” Garrus said, bringing Shepard’s attention back to the here and now. “But he got over it eventually.”
“I kind of wish I’d had a sibling to get in trouble with,” Shepard said.
Garrus looked away for a minute. “I know … you don’t like to talk about your past. I can’t imagine having your entire family killed.”
Shepard sighed. “I miss them. I was so mad for a while, full of anger at the batarians who’d done this.” She absently reached for the necklace she wore when on the Normandy, which had been her mother’s, and her grandmother’s before that. It was a round gold pendant with an etched pattern, which she kept polished and clean - it was one of her most prized possessions. The only reason it had survived the destruction of the first Normandy was that Shepard had been wearing it when the ship was attacked. Her voice softened slightly, as it always did when she started talking about her family. “I try to keep the good memories in mind when I’m feeling lonely. Cooking with my mom. Tending to the garden with my dad - he loved it, loved the process of nurturing flowers and plants from seeds to full growth.” She sighed again, her fingers fiddling with the chain and twirling the pendant around.
“Uh huh,” Garrus said absently. Shepard took it as a sign to continue, perhaps only because she wanted it to be one.
“My dad was from a big family, the youngest of seven,” Shepard said. “The Shepard family reunions were massive. All these people laughing and talking at once. But only a few of them survived, and I haven’t seen them in years. Some of them, not since Mindoir. Not since I enlisted. It’s not the same. It’s too hard to look at them. I always remember what I lost, and they do too.”
This time, Garrus’ response was just a noise. Shepard didn’t look over him as she continued talking. “I remember the first time I saw Earth. It seemed so crowded and … old. Full of history. Vibrant. Different. It seemed like there was color everywhere. I tried every different kind of food I could find. Learned how to cook some of it. Tried to remember my mom that way.”
Shepard finally looked over at Garrus, and wasn’t able to stop her jaw from dropping at what she saw. He was wearing a dazed and dreamy expression - one that had never, ever been on his face before. His mandibles were pulled slightly away from his face. She felt her stomach do a flip. There was something extremely compelling about that look. Something that made her want to investigate further.
“Garrus?” she asked softly.
“Mmm,” Garrus replied, his voice rumbling like distant thunder. Shepard’s stomach flipped again, and she realized that she found the situation incredibly hot. Fuck. What was wrong with her?
“Uh. How are you feeling, Garrus?” she asked.
“Nice,” Garrus said, letting out a sigh. “Relaxed.”
Shepard was starting to get an idea of what had happened, even though it seemed a bit far-fetched on the surface. Then again, she still didn’t know everything about turians.
She should snap him out of it. Then act like nothing had happened, he’d just been tired and drifted off a little. Yes, that was what she should do.
That was not what she did.
“My voice is making you feel relaxed, isn’t it?” she asked him.
“Hmmm,” Garrus rumbled. Oh, that was definitely a yes.
Shepard swallowed. “Good,” she said. “Just keep listening. Feeling relaxed, and sleepy.”
She saw his eyes blink closed, and then open again. She was completely making it up, cribbing from pop culture and that one comedy hypnosis show she’d been to, but if she was right - if he’d been ludicrously easy to put into trance - she didn’t have to be concerned about it that much.
“Just listen to my voice, let it take you deeper,” she said. “Into a completely relaxed state. Relaxed and sleepy. Feeling like you can’t keep your eyes open any longer, they just want to close. It’s okay to let them close.”
Garrus sighed, his eyes falling shut. Shepard took a moment to study his face, trying to memorize the expression there. He looked … content. Relaxed, as she’d coaxed him to be.
“Very good,” she said, trying to keep her voice even. “Garrus, I’m going to count backwards from ten. With each number you are going to let go and sink further into a completely relaxed state.” She swallowed, and added, “Can you do that for me, Garrus?”
His answer was a soft rumble that Shepard sincerely hoped meant “yes”. “Ten,” she said, and saw him exhale. “Nine.”
By the time she got to one, she was certain that she had him. He’d continued to visibly relax the whole time she was counting him down, and now he was completely limp, head sagging forward, arms resting by his sides. And the part of Shepard that made the tough calls, took the shortcuts and didn’t care about people’s feelings, was practically jumping with joy at the sight of him like that. There was no denying the fact that she was turned on to a degree she hadn’t thought possible. And she had the opportunity to put Garrus into the same state. The only question was how she was going to do it.
“Garrus,” she said, “if you can hear me, nod your head.”
He gave a slow bob of his turian head, and Shepard took a deep breath, trying to decide how to frame the next bit.
“When I ask you a question, you will respond truthfully, but remain asleep. Do you understand?”
Another slow nod. “Have you ever been attracted to a human?”
“Yes,” Garrus said. His voice was a light trill, a tone Shepard hadn’t heard from him before, and it sent a shiver up her spine.
Shepard swallowed. “Have you ever been attracted to me?”
“Can’t tell you.”
Damn. Apparently “respond truthfully” wasn’t good enough. He didn’t want to admit how he felt about her (and that had to mean he’d been attracted to her, right?), so she had to convince him to do so.
“It’s all right, Garrus,” she said, and saw him relax again. Above all, she needed to keep him in a trance until she was done. “Listening to me feels good, doesn’t it?”
He nodded. “Answering my questions feels good too.” Another nod. “When you answer my questions, what are you doing?”
“Following orders,” he said in that same trilling tone. Shepard almost jumped. She hadn’t been expecting that, and an instant later she cursed herself for not seeing it. He was a turian. They were very hierarchical and regimented. Of course he’d see it that way.
She took a slow, deep breath. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right. “It feels good to follow my orders, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” he said. Shepard wasn’t sure why he’d vocalized that time, but she wasn’t going to press the issue. Not when he was speaking in that tone.
She swallowed. “You want to feel good. You want to follow my orders. Every time you do what I tell you, you will feel even more relaxed, even more comfortable than before. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Garrus replied.
“So,” Shepard said, deliberately pitching her voice lower, “have you ever been attracted to me?”
Garrus let out a long sigh. “Yes,” he said.
Shepard’s heart did several backflips. She started frantically combing through her memory, then stopped, and realized that she had a much easier way of determining just what it was that she’d missed. “When was that?” she asked him.
“When I first came to the Normandy,” he said in a dreamy tone. “You were … so strong. So determined. Different. But, it wasn’t appropriate for me to think about you that way. You were my commanding officer. So I buried the feelings. Deep.”
She felt like cursing, but forced herself to think for a minute. If the feelings were buried, they could be unburied. “Think back to those days,” she said. “When you first came on board and started getting to know me. Remember the excitement of chasing after Saren.” She paused and dredged up her own memory of the time, of their conversations. “The thrill of being away from C-Sec, away from the rules. From what was appropriate.” Shepard couldn’t help but put an emphasis on the last word. Damn hierarchical turians. She could have taken him to bed a long time ago if she’d known…
“Mmmm,” Garrus replied, shifting in his seat slightly.
“Remember how exciting it was,” Shepard coaxed. “How it felt like danger was just around the corner. That’s how it feels now, too, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Garrus said after a minute. Shepard grinned.
“Isn’t it natural,” she said, trying to give him a logic trail to follow, “that you might have the same feelings for me now, under such similar circumstances? That you might find yourself thinking about me, reliving those old fantasies.”
Garrus trilled - there was no other way to describe it - and shifted again. Shepard leapt eagerly on that angle. “Tell me one of your fantasies,” she said.
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