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Chapter Twelve
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and EA Games. This is a work of fanfiction, and I make no money from this fan work at all.
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations, slash, dub/non-con, threesomes, gender bending and mpreg. If I have missed something, please inform me and I will add it.
Characters/pairings: Colonist/War Hero paragade ManShep/Kaidan, ManShep/Garrus and a little ManShep/Zaeed.
Summary: Mindoir's strategy for survival was one that was not well-known to the greater galactic community. Derek Shepard carried this legacy with him, dormant, through the Skyllian Blitz and through the battle with Sovereign. However, after his death at the hands of the Collectors and revival due to the machinations of Cerberus, he must cope with his body no longer being his own.
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A/N: Most of these sections were posted independently on the Mass Effect kink meme, and have little connecting them. However, they are somewhat short. Much of this story has been an experiment in technique for me, and the story often took on an episodic format. I hope you can enjoy them together.
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When Garrus woke up the next morning, it was to bleary eyes, empty fish tanks and wondering where his arms were.
Turns out they were holding on to something soft, warm, and half-sprawled on top of him, and also Commander Shepard.
Memory of the previous night played itself out, and Garrus felt both pride and pleasure at how the night had gone; his surprise had went mostly as planned. He hadn't expected to tell Shepard about how he had felt left out, but he reassured himself that there at least had been booze involved this time.
Shepard's glass still had wine in it, completely untouched by anything save evaporation. Garrus snorted in amusement, then stroked Shepard's fuzzy head when he stirred. Not for the first time, he noted that humanity looked almost nothing like how they acted. They were aggressive, individualistic, prone to extreme emotion: should have looked like the krogan. Instead they presented the galaxy with big eyes, deceptively soft but strong bodies, curiosity and inventiveness and Commander Shepard.
He found himself flicking Shepard's ear back and forth. Weird. Cartilage? He stopped when Shepard swatted his hand, snorted, and rolled off him to the other side of the bed, curling up in a ball.
Garrus checked the clock. Shepard wouldn't be going on duty for another two hours. He wouldn't be missed by anyone on the ship unless they were called away for a mission. Still, going back to sleep didn't really appeal.
Moving with care to keep his spurs away from the mattress and comforter, Garrus got to his feet, exploring the odd array of knickknacks in Shepard's quarters. Prothean artifact, empty fish tanks, an unfinished model of a turian cruiser. Kaidan's picture was next to the display of Shepard's models. He couldn't bring himself to inspect Shepard's old N7 helmet; he didn't want to know how Shepard had gotten it.
There were two more things on Shepard's desk. The first was a datapad filled with book files. Most of it was Earth military history with some turian thrown in, a few of Liara's papers on the protheans, and, if he guessed, some kind of detective novels. Maybe some old myth cycles, given the simplistic titles like "Superman" and "Batman." He put the pad down and turned his attention to the small picture frame.
Touching the edge with a talon, his eyes widened as the picture came up.
Seven humans, of different ages, sitting or standing in deliberate poses. A portrait. Two mature adults, one female with orange hair and green eyes, a male with dark brown on brown sat in the middle row. A very young child with the same orange hair, almost an infant, sat cuddled to the woman's chest. The male had a young boy in his lap, older than the infant but not as old as the other boy sitting on the ground between the two adults. Garrus' gaze traveled up, to the two young adults kneeling behind the elders. One was female, with the same brilliant orange hair as the woman she sat next to, green eyes lifted and mouth quirked in a smile. She looked to be about the same age as the other youth beside her.
Who was Commander Shepard.
Garrus had trouble recognizing him at first. The lines that he had assumed were constant on the human's face were gone. His hair was a brighter color, skin darker. His odd square teeth were white against his skin in a broad grin, echoing the female beside him.
Touching the frame again, it changed to a shot of Shepard and his sister, he assumed. She had her arm around his neck in a lock, his face was a vibrant red, and his sister's free fist against his skull. The next picture was of Shepard tossing the youngest boy into the air. The fourth was Shepard (he assumed it was Shepard) buried underneath a pile of his siblings, and a small furry animal sitting on top and looking smug.
"That was the time we tried to catch my Mom's cat, Conan." Garrus turned, seeing Shepard looking over his shoulder. Garrus lifted an eyebrow ridge. He hadn't heard the human stir.
"A small, furry mammal... did that?" He was sure he saw a broken door in the background, but the image was blurry.
He sat down on the couch. "Can you tell me about them?" Garrus gestured with the picture. "You listened enough to my daddy issues back on the first Normandy."
Shepard shrugged, sliding down beside him, taking the picture frame. "The cat, Conan, needed a pill for parasites. I don't know if you're familiar with cats, but this one was evil enough to face a varren." He smiled at the picture. "I grabbed the cat. He wiggled free. Jane," he said, pointing at the other young adult. "She grabbed the cat. The cat escaped again. My little brother, James, started chasing Conan, tripped and fell into the barn gate. The cows got out. While my parents went after the cows, I was still chasing the cat. The cat climbed up a tree. I followed. Conan bit through my pants. Then I fell out. Jane tried to catch me, and Michael, my little little brother, tried to help by grabbing her legs. James cheered Conan on. We made quite a pile. James and Aaron, my baby brother, decided I wasn't buried far enough, so they joined in. Conan landed on us all, just to prove his point. Dad took a picture a moment later. My first great battle went poorly."
Garrus laughed, watching as Shepard looked back at the pictures, pointing. "My parents, Hannah and John." He pointed at the couple, standing next to each other beside a sink. "Both of them were veterans of Shanxi." Garrus twitched. "They wanted a fresh start after that, someplace where they could forget what they saw." Shepard sighed. "Even if it meant letting their first two kids be science experiments."
"So, that's your parent angst?" Garrus asked. "Guess it's a little more, um, earned than mine."
"Right, angst contest, no. I don't do that." Shepard answered, and snorted. "Jane and I were about two weeks apart. Close enough that we were essentially twins." He frowned, this time a little harder. "For all I know, we were. Mom never told me if they donated more than one zygote." He rubbed his chin, and grimaced. "Her gene mod package was different from mine. She would have always produce multiple births, three or more, which is pretty rare and often dangerous in humans. If there were no human males, she would spontaneously get pregnant via parthenogenesis." Shepard shrugged again. "If things had been different, it might be her here with you. She was the one that was gung-ho for joining the Alliance."
Shepard put the picture frame down. "Always getting me into trouble. My job was to get us out. Didn't always work, though."
"Are you still angry at your parents?"
"God," Shepard muttered, now rubbing his eyes. "No. It took me years to forgive them, but I did." He shrugged, picking the frame up again. "It's healed, Garrus." He flipped through the pictures. "It's not perfect, and the scar still aches in cold weather, but I don't have nightmares about them anymore." He put the frame on his lap. "I'll always miss them, though."
Garrus tilted his head. Here he was, sitting on Shepard's sofa, naked, after a night of pretty good sex, looking at pictures of his lover's murdered family. Awkward didn't begin to cover it.
Offer assurances? Platitudes? Make an offer for more sex?
"And this is why I usually listen instead of talk," Shepard said, getting to his feet. He gave Garrus a small, sly smile, tugging Garrus' hand. "Care to join me for a shower?"
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"Soooo," Tali asked, as they placed their food orders at their table kiosk at the nightclub called Eternity. "How was it?"
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to invite Tali out for a meal when they were in a place that served good dextro-compatible food. That was before they had gotten to Illium.
"How was what?" he asked, only half hearing her as he scrolled through the food listings, finally settling on something familiar- his favorite spicy blue meat skewers. His mind was someplace else.
"Oh, you know," Tali said, giggling. Garrus looked up at her, plates lifting. "Details, Garrus. I want details. You broke into the cabin of the most famous human in the galaxy to seduce him and damn if I don't want to hear how it went." She put her chin in her hands, head tilted towards him and bouncing in her seat. "It's been four days and you've told me nothing."
Garrus stared at her. "You want me to, what's that human phrase, kiss and tell?"
Tali snorted. "I doubt there was much kissing involved."
Garrus opened his mouth, dropping his voice. "Um... the first time was... nice?"
"Just nice? Wait, the first time?"
*
Garrus watched as Shepard touched him with curious, probing fingers under the spray of the shower. Sheer anticipation roused him, his length coming free of its sheath and gasping as Shepard stroked it before kneeling. Garrus' talons raked the shower walls as Shepard smiled, meeting his eyes, licking Garrus from base to tip and then swallowing his length.
*
"You did hear the part about his increased libido, right?" Garrus asked. "The second time was... very good. The third time..."
"Third time?"
*
Shepard's smirk was more evil than a cat's when he rubbed just above Garrus ass, making him trill in surprise and stop dead in his tracks. Given that they were just getting out of the Kodiak after returning to the Normandy, after investigating the MSV Strontium Mule, this was a shock.
Garrus' head whipped over to stare at Shepard, who then followed the touch with his blunt fingers scratching under the turian's fringe, making him feel limp and relaxed and just a little tingly.
"You talked to Mordin?" Garrus asked, hoarse.
"Didn't need to," Shepard said. "He sent the information without being asked."
*
"You've already had sex with him three times?" Tali asked, voice rising in volume. "In four days? Garrus, damn."
"Keep it down!" Garrus hissed, as their food arrived: his skewers, covered in orange sauce and still sizzling on their plate, and Tali's well pureed and purified green soup in a thermal retention cup and long, bendable straw. Garrus dropped his voice. "And it was nine."
Tali, who was about to take a sip of her soup, quickly put it down.
"Garrus, do not tell me something like that when I'm eating! Do you have any idea what it's like when I spray in this helmet? When the hell did you find the time?"
*
"Garrus," a voice called, but he couldn't hear. He was too busy trying to hold Weaver's guts inside.
"Garrus, you can wake up now," the voice continued, and he shuddered. He couldn't leave yet. Not when he could still-
"Wake up," the voice murmured. "That's an order."
Garrus woke with a jolt, finding himself in the captain's cabin, hands clamped onto Shepard's shoulders. Air burned in his lungs, limbs heavy, heart racing."What?"
"Back with me?" Too many fingers touched the uninjured side of his face.
"I-" he swallowed, nodded, sweeping at the cobwebs of memories and nightmares. "Yeah, I'm good, I'm fine."
Shepard laughed without humor. "Right." That was when Garrus noticed the neat punctures on Shepard's shoulder.
"Shit." Garrus tried to get his up, Shepard pushed him back.
"What happened?"
"Nothing." Garrus saw Shepard's eyebrow tilt up. "Just old scars, aching." He rubbed his skin graft, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Does it ever stop?"
"No." Shepard propped himself beside Garrus, head on his fist. He kept one hand on Garrus'.
"Well, that's helpful. Run out of platitudes?"
"Okay then." Shepard couldn't quite smile. "You're not alone."
Garrus exhaled, and they reached for each other.
*
"No, really, when do you find time?" Tali asked, taking a careful sip of her soup and swallowing. "Shepard is still going around and checking on the crew, leading missions and recruiting. Add in every available female on Illium flirting with him-"
"Don't remind me," Garrus growled, taking a large bite off his skewer, chewing hard. "Liara," he mumbled, mouth full. "I can understand letting her cop a feel. But he let Parasini kiss him, and don't tell me Shiala wasn't trying to get all 'embrace eternity' on him." He tried not to spit food as he spoke.
This time Tali did choke, but she didn't spew, just coughed for a solid minute and pounding the table. "Oh, Keelah, I never thought you would be the jealous type." Her choking was mixed with laughter. "You are so cute like this!"
"I am not!" Garrus took another bite. "Jealous, I mean. It's not like we're doing anything more than blowing off steam. He's someone I respect, who needs help with a medical condition-"
"Keep telling yourself that, Garrus," Tali said. She took another sip of her soup. "You might even start to believe it. You've got it bad."
"I am not jealous," Garrus muttered. "It's not like I care that he's still in love with Alenko."
"And, I quote," Tali lifted her fingers for air-quotes. "'It's... Alenko.' You don't have problems sharing the Commander with Kaidan, but you don't want any anyone else touching your human."
Garrus snorted, grabbing his liquor glass and taking a swig. "You make it sound like we're going to get married." He took another drink. "We're just scratching an itch. We've not even talked about whatever this beyond trying to keep it discrete for the sake of the crew."
"You call nine times in four days being-"
Both Tali and Garrus were so caught up in their conversation that they missed Shepard's entrance, and he didn't see (or hear) them sitting at their booth in the far corner. This explained why Shepard headed straight to the bar kiosk to check out the drink selection.
They did, however, hear the moment the Eclipse merc tried to proposition him.
"Hey, I remember you," the tall, lanky merc in scuffed yellow armor said. "You're the guy that stormed the Dantius Towers."
Both Garrus and Tali, who had been part of that attack, turned, seeing Shepard beside the bar, hand frozen mid-point. "I might have had something to do with that, yes." Shepard turned back to the kiosk.
"You didn't kill me," the merc said. At some point, he had removed his helmet. His features were even, snub-nosed, with a cautious smile. "Actually asked me if Nassana was worth dying for, and let me walk off instead of putting a bullet in my skull. Name's Carver. Let me buy you a drink?"
Garrus got to his feet.
Shepard looked at him. "Oh, that was you?" He looked at the merc, Carver, leaning away and turning back to the kiosk. "No thanks." The archon visor Shepard wore meant watching his eyes were impossible, but his lips tightened.
"I can't show some gratitude to the guy who decided to not throw me out a window?" The merc leaned in, smiling a little wider. "Just a drink, come on."
"I'm seeing someone," Shepard answered, flatly. "Let me get a drink in peace."
Carver put his hand on the small of Shepard's back. "Then where are they? Handsome guy like you shouldn't be drowning his sorrows alone."
Garrus had crossed the floor before Tali could stop him.
Shepard sighed, not turning around. "I'm cramping, thirsty, and more than a little bitchy right now. Get your fucking hand off me before I shoot you."
"Sounds like you need to relax a little-"
Shepard twisted, grabbed the merc's shoulders and slammed their heads together. Carver was knocked on his ass, clutching his face. "Argh- son of a-"
"Second time today," Shepard muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Damn pheromones." His face was flushed, but Garrus didn't see any distress that he could recognize."Still, better than last time."
Garrus chuckled, relieved that Shepard was able to shrug off the merc's interest as he walked up behind Shepard and put his arms and lands low on Shepard's waist, pulling the human to his chest.
"Garrus?" Shepard yelped, back going stiff.
"Been waiting on you," Garrus said, deciding some bullshit was in order. The merc was still watching them. "Sweetheart."
Shepard relaxed and leaned back against him, hands over Garrus', and Garrus nuzzled his hair. "I thought I beat you here... muffin. Didn't see you."
Garrus heard Tali cackle as the merc got to his feet, swearing.
"Huh. Don't be doing that to too many krogan, they might think you're flirting." Matriach Aethyta had a smirk on her face. "Glad you didn't draw your weapon, babe. Blood stains are hard to get out." She waved the merc over. "Come on, sweetie. I'll give you a drink on the house, and give you some tips on picking up people that don't have you come off as a total perv. Or at least how to perv with some style." She shrugged at Garrus and Shepard. " Sorry. Enjoy the rest of your date."
That left the two of them standing together, Garrus arms around Shepard and he had trouble wanting to let go. Shepard smelled like his soap, hot gun metal and after four days of sex, like Garrus himself. Garrus approved. Very much so. Despite armor, weapons, and the obvious ability to take care of himself, Garrus was happy to have him safe and there.
"Let me finish my order and we can take a seat, love," Shepard said, quietly, and Garrus nodded, forcing his hands off Shepard. He reckoned he had made his point anyway.
Tali, still seated in the corner, was howling like a pyjack.
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Derek smiled; it had been a long time since he had heard children laughing.
He sat with his back against a paper bark tree, watching as four children played out in the well lit square of the dusty yard. Two of them were chasing a pissed off Maine Coon monster with only one eye. The other two, just older than babies, one with red hair and the other with black, sat and played in the dirt with cups and spoons. The day was warm, smelled like cow and wildflowers, and small scaled not-sparrows trilled in the distance.
"Been awhile," a voice said in his ear, and Derek saw an orange head out of the corner of his eye. He felt a warm body leaning against his side, head on his shoulder. Absently he adjusted the bundle in his arms so he could put an arm around her. "Big badass marine. Long time no see."
"I know." Derek sighed, listening to happy squeals (and one very unhappy yowl) from across the sunny yard. "I don't get home near often enough. I've missed you."
"Uh-huh. You know you like being a hero."
"Maybe a little." There was a soft squirming from the bundle against his chest, and Derek bounced it carefully. "Someone has to be."
He heard a raspberry blow in his ear.
"Stealing my shtick, brother-mine." Jane leaned out, catching Derek's eye. She looked just as he remembered her: young, muscular, callused hands, wide green eyes and an mischievous grin under a bobbed carrot-top. "That was what I wanted to do."
"I know," Derek repeated, feeling guilty. "How've you been?"
"Same old, same old. Mike and Jimmy are the same. Aaron's enjoyed having a new playmate."
Derek squinted. The sun was bright, and he could make out the faces of his brothers as they darted out of the barn yard and into the fields. He felt a stretch and a yawn from the swaddled bundle in his arms, but he didn't glance down. Aaron's bright head stood out from the black one sitting beside him in shadow, back to him. Derek tried to tear his eyes away. It didn't work.
"Does he?"
"Yup." She sighed, curling up against him. "So, hear you're seeing two guys?" She chuckled, warm and evil. "Mind if I borrow one?"
"Jane!"
"Not fair. I was never even kissed-"
"You liar." The smaller baby flung a plume of dirt into the air.
"Practicing on you doesn't count," Jane returned, poking him in the arm hard enough to bruise. "Good thing you've got the extra hole and like using it."
Derek went both hot and cold at the same time. "Jane, stop it." He was coming to terms with his new body, but his own willingness and pleasure at using his new parts had been a shock. It had felt good.
"I always wanted a sister."
"Jane." He brought out the big brother voice, the one that had transformed into his command voice. "You're being a brat. Besides, you never were a girl to begin with."
She stuck out her tongue.
The two toddlers crawled towards each other, squealing, babbling in baby talk. Derek still couldn't see the black-haired one's face. A cloud passed over the sun.
"I'm jealous," Jane offered, after several moments. "It's not fair. I wanted to be out there, kicking ass." She sighed. "Instead..."
"I'm sorry." Derek closed his eyes, and didn't dare open them as the warm sun and happy sounds faded to be replaced by a knife-cold wind and screams. He knew what he would see.
The body under his arm disappeared. The bundle against his chest went still.
"Don't worry," Jane whispered, even if she was no longer there. "I'll take care of them; all of them. Promise."
Derek choked back a sob, clutching the empty wad of bloody rags to his chest; then let go.
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"Do the Collectors know of your great weakness?" Samara asked, a faint smile on her face.
Derek, who had been sitting beside her, legs crossed, blinked. "My what?"
"That if a suitably aged person offers to tell you the tale of her life, you will stop and listen?" Samara murmured, a note of humor lurking in her voice. "I imagine that should the one called Harbinger pause, and tell you its history, you would sit at its feet with the same look of rapt attention you are giving me now. I cannot imagine it is simply my beauty that attracts you, if the rumors I have heard of you are true." Her lips did not -quite- come to a smile.
Shepard chuckled. "You've found me out, Samara." He smiled back at her, and slathered on the charm. "I fear that if the Reapers should find out, all they have to do is broadcast 'once upon a time' and I'll be indoctrinated." Her lips inched higher, before she looked away.
"I know what you are trying to do, and it is unnecessary." She looked out into the star-filled blackness. "I am at peace with Morinth's death. You do not need concern yourself with me."
"You're a member of my crew, Samara. And you killed your own child." He sat back, holding his own belly without thought. Then he hissed; his cramps were still coming and going, and this one felt like buck shot. "I don't think I could forgive myself if I left you to your pain alone." He laughed, soundlessly. "And yes, I have a weakness for a good story."
"I thank you for making time for me. You work hard to take care of your people." She tilted her head to the side. "And I am glad to pass on my experiences to someone else. My daughters will never have daughters of their own. I will never have more." She bowed her head, face smooth yet her voice held a note of deep sorrow. "Knowing that someone else will remember my tales is... comforting."
"I'm glad to hear I'm not pestering you," Shepard answered. Then he frowned. "Wait, what have you heard about me? And I thought you didn't listen to rumors?"
"This is not a large ship. Gossip is hard to avoid, and there is little else for the crew to do when they are not on duty." Her smile turned a bit teasing. "What I have heard is largely flattering. You care for your crew, asking questions and always willing to offer a listening ear. You take the time to earn their loyalty. Your romantic interest is also primarily towards males," she looked confused at that. "And have been attempting to keep your relationship with the turian, Vakarian, under wraps."
Shepard palmed his face.
"So much for being careful," he said, then grunted at another twist in his guts. "And what's your opinion on that?" he asked, curious.
"I do not know how wise it is for you to take a lover from your crew." Samara made an elegant shrug. "But we are also under a lot of stress, and it is not unusual for turians to take lovers from within the ranks. Both of you are well respected. Unless you were to show obvious favoritism towards him, I believe you will be all right."
"That's... a relief."
"So the rumors are true?" she asked.
"It's complicated." Shepard frowned. "Very complicated. And I intend to treat him as I used to, like a good and trusted comrade, especially out in the field."
"Does he know how much you love him?"
Shepard blinked, then choked down another wince.
"I've been in love myself, Commander. Many times. I saw my eldest daughter feel the first stirrings of affection and lust, before we discovered her condition. I can recognize the emotion in others." There were faint lines creasing the corners of her eyes. "It can be hard to lead when your heart is pulling you to protect."
Shepard looked away. He remembered telling himself, over and over again, that the reason he had saved Kaidan back on Virmire had been because he was assigned to Kirrahe's squad. Save more people, he had thought. Ashley was a one-woman army. She could hold the geth back. She would understand.
"I know," he murmured, wishing for another cramp. He deserved some pain. "I know."
~*~*~*~*~
"So, you and the cuttlebone?" Jacob asked, leaning back against the gun mini-facturing plant and crossing his arms, eyebrow raised. Every line of his body was tense, unhappy. He looked like a man who had... expectations, that had not been met. That, or the voice of a jealous ex.
Shepard's eyebrows both shot up, about to hit his hairline as he sat against the table across from Jacob. He had to bite his tongue to keep from snapping back, taking a deep breath as his pulse rang in his ears. He frowned back at Jacob, gripping the table to keep from crossing his arms or punching Jacob in the face.
Shepard had known there would be fallout. No matter how big the Normandy was, gossip always traveled faster than light, and while Samara had taken it well, he should have known not everyone would. He and Garrus had attempted to keep the sexual part of their relationship discrete but it wasn't hard to put together when they were disappearing into the captain's cabin after a mission and Garrus not emerging for several hours, if not an entire sleep cycle.
Derek blamed himself for that part. He hadn't expected Garrus to be so enthusiastic when it came to indulging his lusts. He had been weak enough to take advantage of it, keeping him there for second, sometimes third rounds after their initial adrenaline-fueled rutting had finished. Not that Garrus had complained. Having a trusted partner, someone he felt safe with, had made this heat downright pleasant compared to the tension of the first.
"Is that a good idea?" Jacob asked, after the silence wore on him. "He's..."
"Someone I trust with my life," Shepard cut him off. "And the lives of the people on this ship."
"I was going to say that he is not Kaidan Alenko." Jacob's frown was fierce. "Does he know you're cheating on him with an alien?"
Shepard blinked at him, before narrowing his eyes. "One: what the hell does Garrus being an alien have to do with anything?" Now Shepard did clench his fists, walking up to Jacob and glaring him in the eye. "And two: Why yes, he does."
Jacob's jaw dropped.
"I was rather surprised that they decided, on their own, to 'help' me, but I'm not sorry that they did." Shepard leaned back. "Kaidan was needed back in the Alliance; someone has to keep fighting the good fight there. But it's impossible for me to remain celibate while I'm ovulating." He crossed his arms. "I trust Garrus more than I trust any of the humans on this ship, and I've never made a secret of that."
Jacob's mouth opened again, before he shut it and nodded.
"You're a good man, Mr. Taylor." Derek thumbed his eyes. "And an attractive one." He quirked the corner of his mouth. "But I trust you in a fight, just not in my bed. And, come on, you're just interested in my pheromones."
"I'm entitled to a little hero-worship on occasion," Jacob answered, back straight, tone stiff. "You don't give yourself enough credit." Then he shook his head. "Damn. They agreed to... I didn't realize you had that kind of relationship."
"What kind of relationship?"
"Uh," Jacob looked at Derek's red ears, clenched teeth, and verbally backed off. "A... um... Nevermind, Commander. It's none of my business."
"Good." Shepard exhaled, unclenching fists and noticing that he'd cut his hands. "I'm glad we understand each other."
To be continued.
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