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Never Again	By : ArcadiaJones Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or ideas of Mass Effect. They belong to Bioware, and I am making no money writing this story.

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Ten

Shepard continued to allow Garrus to lead her about, not caring where they went so long as she could be close to him. They were walking down the promenade once more, her arm hooked in his, head resting against his bicep. It was getting late, and there was only one more place he wanted to take her. As they approached the entrance to a very expensive-looking hotel—the large glowing sign above denoting is as “THE MIRAGE”—Shepard looked up warily.

“Are we robbing the place? You know I don’t do that anymore.”

Garrus chuckled. “Now you’ve ruined all my plans.” He paused so he could lean down and tickle the inside of her ear with the tip of his tongue. She giggled and playfully slapped him away. “I rented us a room in the honeymoon suite. I thought it might be nice to spend the night in…opulence.”

“How did you afford this?”

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy the night.”

His tongue moved down to gently stroke her throat and all thought of further argument fled. There was only one thing Shepard needed right now, and it wouldn’t matter if they ducked into an alley. But since the room was already booked, that was certainly the next best choice. Shepard lowered her hand to grip his firm turian ass, smirking as Garrus jumped. The low growl that meant he was turned on began rumbling in his chest, and he quickly rushed them through the fancy doorway.

They checked in with the beautiful asari receptionist, and as soon as the doors of the elevator closed behind them, Garrus had her up against the wall, running his tongue over every inch of bare flesh the dress revealed. Shepard leaned her head back, raking her nails over his back while wishing she could rip his tux off. When the doors slid back open, Garrus lifted her into his arms and carried her bridal-style down the hall and over the threshold into their room—kicking the door closed behind him.

The Mirage’s honeymoon suite came complete with a balcony overlooking the busy city, a fully equipped restroom (with a hot tub), plush carpeting that would feel quite soft against bare skin, and a giant bed covered with red silk sheets. It was truly the perfect sex palace.

Garrus gently laid Shepard on the bed, covering her with his body. His tongue was still working wonders on the sensitive areas of her throat, his teeth occasionally entering the picture, adding a little pain to intensify the pleasure. Shepard shivered as he began moving lower, nipping at the skin covering her collar bone, fingers pulling the edges of her dress lower. She reached behind her to the zipper keeping the offending garment on, and once it was undone, Garrus had the dress off and on the floor in one swift movement.

Shepard hadn’t bothered wearing a bra with the dress, and so he was immediately greeted by her pert breasts. Garrus lowered his mouth to take her left nipple in his mouth, gently nibbling at it before running his tongue across her flesh to the right. Every feeling was indescribable, and Shepard was already quite wet. She wanted to rip off his pants and feel him inside her, but when she tried to reach for his clothes, Garrus pinned her wrists above her head on the bed. Shepard growled at him; Garrus just smiled up at her from his position at her breast, and the sight of him sucking on her was almost too much.

Garrus teased her nipples endlessly, loving the way it made his human moan and shift against the sheets as if she were on fire. All the times they had had sex, it had been a hot and heavy affair that normally went straight to him plowing into her mercilessly. This day was about Shepard, and there was no reason for the night to be any different. Garrus knew that she enjoyed their escapades—more often than not it was her jumping him and not the other way around—but he was determined to make sure that Shepard enjoyed herself thoroughly this night.

Once her breasts were sufficiently moist and red, Garrus continued to travel further down, still using his tongue to caress every inch of bare flesh along the way. He was forced to release her wrists as he delved down lower, but Garrus was confident that once he began, she wouldn’t be able to interfere. He nestled his face in between her legs, gently nipping at the soft flesh of her thighs. Shepard groaned, moving slightly in an attempt to draw his attention to where she desired him most. Her panties were almost completely soaked through with how wet she was, and the more he teased her, the more desperate she became.

“Garrus…” she moaned, moving her hands behind his head and pressing down in an attempt to force his head to her throbbing center.

The turian grinned, tongue flashing out to lick her through the fabric of her underwear. Shepard groaned louder, grinding her hips into the bed.

“Garrus!”

He quickly removed her panties, returning his face to her wet lips. His tongue slowly ran across her entrance, and Shepard’s hips bucked. Garrus then entered her, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go, twisting the prehensile appendage as he went. Shepard cried out in ecstasy, arching her back off the bed. Never before had she experienced such bliss; she had dreamed of that tongue being put to good use, but thinking and feeling were two very different understandings.

Garrus brought her over the edge, and even as her juices spilled over his tongue, he did not relent. He brought her to a climax three more times before finally straightening and removing his clothes, his blue cock free and hard. Garrus looked up at Shepard who laid back against the sheets, flushed and panting. Moving back up her body with another succession of nips and licks, Garrus finally reached her mouth once more. Shepard wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close, pressing her tongue inside his mouth so that she could taste herself on him.

Growling low in his throat, Garrus’s hands moved her legs up onto his shoulders, positioning the tip of his cock at her moist, throbbing sex. They had stopped using condoms with help from a special drug Mordin had devised to mitigate any allergic reaction, and for that he was grateful. It was so much more satisfying to feel every crevice of her body against him with no “middle man” to steal the pleasure.

Shepard moaned as he slid into her, kneading her fingers against the thinner scales of his neck. Garrus was forced to use every ounce of willpower not to explode as soon as he entered her; he wanted this moment to last as long as possible.

But between Shepard’s little cries and the way her body throbbed around his penis, it was too much. Garrus thrust into her with a frantic pace, reaching up to grasp one of her nipples in between two of his talons as he neared the edge. When he came, she joined him again. Spent, Garrus slumped forward, resting on his elbows to keep from crushing his human but not pulling out just yet. He savored the feeling of being inside her, and wasn’t ready to relinquish it just yet. Shepard moved her hands down to cup his face, careful of the bandage on the right side. She traced her thumb over the visible cybernetics, wondering how much it still pained him.

Garrus captured her hand in his, nibbling at the pads of her fingers. Shepard shivered in delight. His blue eyes burned into her soul, and she could feel herself getting aroused again. Judging from the way that his cock began filling her once more, it was obvious that he, too, was ready for more.

No part of the room was left untouched. Garrus took her in the hot tub and the shower, even on the balcony where Shepard’s cried echoed in the crisp air; he took her against the wall, let her ride him on the floor. No matter where they were, they were together, and every moment was bliss.

They ended up tangled together on the plush carpet, exhausted. Shepard had her head resting on Garrus’s chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat soothe her aching body. They would be sore in the morning, but as far as either of them was concerned, it was completely worth it. Garrus ran his talons lightly up and down her side, smiling as she began to purr.

Shepard moved her leg—her foot coming in contact with the silky fabric of her dress. A sudden curiosity came over her, and she pulled it up into her grasp, tracing her fingers over the little embroidered symbols.

“What do these say?” she asked.

Garrus took the garment from her, studying the intricately woven words. It was an old form of the turian language, but no matter how bad a turian he was, Garrus still knew how to read it.

“This word says ‘respect.’ This one ‘beauty.’”

Shepard watched him as he deciphered the little drawings. He rattled off a few more, including “strength” and “valor.” She just listened, the soothing sound of his flanging voice and the heartbeat under her ear lulling her into a light sleep.

“And this word…” Garrus paused, running his talons over the embroidery. Shepard looked up at him, wondering why he hesitated. The words were simple enough, all endearments in favor of the wearer.

“This word means ‘love.’”

A loaded word, indeed. There was no one else she enjoyed spending time with as much as him—sex or not—and there was no one’s advice she valued more. Garrus was her rock, and even though he was a bit brash about certain things, Shepard had come to rely on him implicitly. But bringing a word like that into the equation… Well, the truth was that she did love him. Would admitting that to him chase him away?

“Shepard…” Garrus buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. He never would have thought it would be possible to feel so strongly for a human, but then here he was, and never before in his life had Garrus felt happier. The only time he felt whole was when she was with him, and there was nothing that he wouldn’t do if only she asked. Garrus hadn’t wanted to scare her off before and had kept the word out of his vocabulary. But now…why not? Would she have stayed with him if she didn’t feel the same?

“I love you, Shepard.”

His murmured confession wrenched at her heart. Loving people had never been an easy feat for her, especially growing up an orphan in the harsh alleys of Earth. But hearing that sentiment from him—seeing it mirrored in her own heart—made Shepard feel it was right.

Shepard moved herself on top of him, straddling his hips as she leaned down to kiss him. When she pulled back, her eyes glowed down at him, brimming with tears.

“I love you, too.”

With his arms holding her close, they fell asleep in blissful contentment.
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