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Of Spars and Tiebreakers	By : MsShadow Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of Spars and Tiebreakers.
Finale
A/N: Wow, I thought I had more up to this story than I do (insert laughing at self here) This should be the final installment even with the quirk I added in at the end of the last chapter. I�m thinking about outlining and putting up a more in-depth story of what happens after but who knows if that would ever get finished�

So without further ado I give you the much anticipated smut scene.
This is dedicated to all my readers especially Jelfia Maleak who found a few errors and pointed them out to me. <3

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Isabelle knew somewhere in the back of her mind, that she should be worried by Garrus� nonchalant statement; however, his tongue was working some magic on her neck right now and she couldn�t be bothered to care. Being immobile and at this man�s mercy was thrilling in a new unexplored way for Isabelle, no one else ever made it out walking from an encounter with her that ended with her pinned but this was Garrus�Second in command to her in all but name, her confidant, best friend, battle buddy and now lover.

Garrus felt Izzy�s attention slip from the activities at hand and rumbled, mildly put out he wasn�t doing a good job in keeping her mind on the here and now. Redoubling his efforts he nipped at her mark, which was still slowly bleeding, his mandibles twitching into a smirk when he felt her intake of breath. Using his free hand, he trailed the sharp edges of usually glove encased talons down the front of Shepard�s under armor, delighting in the way her cheeks turned red and her body subtly arched into the dangerous caress.

The talon�s slid through the otherwise strong material like butter, baring taut honey colored flesh to Garrus� hungry eyes. Backing up from her a step, even releasing her hands from captivity He set about baring more of her to the world, specifically to touch and taste.

�Stay still� He warned with a low growl, daring his pretty, soft, ultimately fragile mate to move, talons ripping through her black spandex with speed and precision until only her arms and legs were still encased.

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Shepard was still under Garrus� movements, caught off guard by his low command, teased by it, brought back to days where she was still more a woman than soldier. It excited her, softened her in these precious moments.

As Garrus took first one arm and then the other in his hands, using his sharp, deadly talons to free her of the spandex, she watched him. Everything about Garrus screamed predator, but now, right here in such close proximity, each movement was indescribable. He never pressed hard with his talons - not enough to damage her - even if she lacked a skin weave- the hunger in his eyes, that thrummed through his body called to her, warmed the pit of her stomach and made her blush for the firs time in at least a decade.

Swallowing, taking a sip of air, Isabelle dared whisper, eyes locked on her partner as he knelt and began the process again on her right leg. �Garrus what are you doing to me��

�There are a few ways I could answer that, Belle.�

�Well�.Try.� She whispered, watching through her eye lashes as the last of her spandex and neoprene suit slid from her skin to rest on the floor.

Garrus shuffled back fro her then, looking over her curves, taking in the valley between her breasts, the soft swell of her hips, the strength in her legs. It was a long moment of silence in which the Commander actually squirmed, something she hadn�t done since she was a girl.

�I am going to ravish you, love you, take you apart and put you back together again so pleasure consumes you, so the only thing that takes you from my arms is the Collectors and Reapers.�

�Oh� was all Shepard could manage, all her now slightly fuzzy brain could come up with for her.

Mandibles twitching in a turian�s version of a smirk, Garrus took a step forward, close enough so Isabelle could wind her arms up around his shoulders and the low ridged cowl around his neck, tilting her head back, boosting up on her toes to press her forehead against Garrus�. The movement caught the vigilante off guard for about a second, before he chuckled, picking the Commander up.

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Strangely, Isabelle was at ease, each display of dominance causing the fire in her belly to flare up deliciously. Though she was in Garrus� arms for a few moments before being dropped rather unceremoniously onto her bed, it was exhilarating, a feeling of home, safety and the incredible urge to get him between her legs abounded.

Watching her soon-to-be lover shed his own cloths, she shifted into a kneeling position, legs folded under her, arms supporting her as she leant forward slightly. Isabelle was going to have sex with the alien male, no doubt enjoy it and want more, but she was going to do it on her terms she decided. A small wicked smirk tugged her lips, eyes a stormy orange lighting as a devious plan to win the new �spar� and get her turian for a whole day formed quickly in her mind.

As Garrus stalked forward, Isabelle sprang forward effectively startling Garrus and taking him to the floor. In a tangle of limbs they rolled, grappling, with squeaks and playful growls filling the room. Grunts and laughter sounded when the duo slammed into the walls, bed and other furniture packed into the small room. When they came to rest, Isabelle was pinned again, laughter shining in her eyes as Garrus loomed over her, tired of playing.

�Submit�

�Make me�

A mandible twitched and Garrus pointedly looked down at Isabelle. The human woman shrugged as if to say �Yes, and?� Her answer came in the form of a growl and Garrus hiking one of her legs to rest against his waist.

�You�re under me�Ready to see if you can handle a turian, little human?� it was a taunt, bait to get her to fight him more, to make this violent, put this encounter back into Garrus� comfort zone.

�Born ready, turian�

There was a flurry of motion then, mouths thought to be unsuited to each other crashing against each other; lips; teeth and tongue probing at their counterparts seeking familiarity. The need for air pulled them apart, Isabelle�s lips red and bruised, begging for more attention as they parted for sips of breath.

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Garrus blazed a molten path of licks and nips over the skin of Isabelle�s neck, paying special attention to the mark on her shoulder. Isabelle squirmed underneath Garrus, the softness of her breasts pressing against his chest plates. The feeling was new and different for the turian sniper, but on the whole - he could get used to it.

The sandpaper feel of his tongue on her skin - it ignited fire under Isabelle�s skin, made her whine and moan. Ever murmured noise encouraged Garrus, staved off the panic brewing in the back of his mind. The hand that held Isabelle�s leg against his waist began stroking her thigh; inching to cup her ass cheek, his talons cutting into her skin a bit and only serving to drive her passion higher.

�Everything about you is so soft�� Garrus marveled at the woman underneath him. Nothing stood between her and death but man-made armor, hell he had seen her die and now she was back, his - if only for these moments.

The Commander groaned when he poked at her breasts, wiggling her hands from his grip to smooth over his arm and rest on his hand, showing him how to touch her, not flinching if his talon caught her in the wrong way. Their movements were exploratory, breaths heavy, eyes bright with lust as they touched and learned.

Garrus rumbled in pleasure when Shepard�s hands found the taper of his waist, ground into her core when she ran her fingers over his fringe. He drank each arch of her back, loved every whisper of sound his hands evoked from Isabelle�s body.

Suckling nipples and seeing the look on Shepard�s face when he did sent a thrill through him. The feel of her soft lips dancing over his skin was amazing, but soon he wanted to explore more than her mouth and breaths; draw frenzied moans instead of soft lazy ones. The sniper laid a path of licks and nibbles down Isabelle�s torso, leaving little skin untouched, purring as he heard her breathy moans; his hands followed close behind his mouth, settling at the curve of her wasp-like waist even as he descended lower.

Kissing over wiggling hips, Garrus looked up in time to see honey hands flit up to caress and pinch at tawny nipples. The sight sent his lust roaring, his groin plates shifting open now and letting his hardness protrude, twitching with an urgent need. Shepard, unaware of Garrus� state bumped her mound against his chin, giggling darkly at the look in her turian�s eyes. Curiosity warred with want and uncertainty as Garrus came face to face with Sheppard�s genitalia.

�So vulnerable,� he murmured, bringing a talon to trace over her lips, head cocking to the side when he encountered stubble. Isabelle laughed throatily when he looked up for an explanation.

�Human�s have hair on their respective genitals�I choose to remove mine for the sake of easy upkeep� She explained, hands still providing a mesmerizing show for her lover, even being as bold as to reach down and part her naked lips; making her scent wash over Garrus and allowing to see there was more to her than what was outwardly presented.

Carefully the male explored with his talons, tracing inside each of her outer lips and then pinching very warily the inner lips, making Isabelle�s hand fall away and coaxing a squeal from her lips. What baffled him the most was the slickness of her and a small little bud that if he flicked made his little human shout and raise her hips encouragingly.

�L-lick it.� She breathed out softly, as Garrus took her in, mussed Red locks pulled from her pristine bun, flushed pink skin and glossy eyes.

�Vakarian�please.� She murmured again, the hand that had held her lips open for him petting along is fringe making him growl.

Deciding it couldn�t kill him - and if he were allergic he could simply run down to Mordin, decency be damned, Garrus parted Shepard to his eyes again and leaned forward. His rough forked tongue slid from between his mouth plates and took a slow swipe along Isabelle�s slit, a low moan drifted to his ears and drove him to do it again.

Soon Garrus feasted on her with abandon, happy after a few minutes he wouldn�t go into anaphylactic shock. His tongue and talons mapped out the little orifice between his Commander�s legs and he ground his cock into the floor to try and alleviate his rising passion as Isabelle cries and movements became more and more pronounced. Thigh�s now well known; clench around the sniper�s head, mandibles rubbing against the soft skin as his tongue, slick with the taste of her delved deeper, burrowing into her until the woman screamed.

Isabelle came undone at Garrus� torture, chest heaving in effort to reclaim the breath stolen by her sniper�s devil tongue. Her blunt nails scrabbling for purchase at her lover�s fringe, cries for mercy as he drove her higher to near the point of painful bliss.

�Garrus, Garrus! I yield! Let me tend to your pleasures� the breathless plea fell upon Garrus� ears and he growled in answer against her lips before pulling away.

Sitting up, he took stock in the havoc he wrought upon his battle mate. Her breasts heaving in the light, a sight that should not rouse him, but did none the less. His wild mate�s fiery mane moves like water as she sits up and begins her explorations.
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�All hard edges without forgiveness� Isabelle quips, fingers and lips tracing each line, scar and ridge of Garrus� chest plates. The purrs of her lover�s flanged voice, spurred the woman on, lips and teeth finding the soft skin of his neck, the sensitive nip of his waist.

The true pleasure however was found below her lover�s waist; Shepard had thought to find Garrus formed in such a way she could not accommodate him. However, such was not the case as she knelt before her quarry. Blue tinged skin with little roughness to it; surrounded but places, the head near as wide as his shaft, ridged in a foreign way to her orange tinted eyes.

�Are you going to just stare at it or do something with it woman?�

Garrus� deep, flanged voice broke Isabelle from her perusal of his member and she turned wicked eyes upon his face. Watching the lust on his face, Shepard leant close, her slippery pink tongue peaking from between her lips to catch a taste of the fluids he produced. Licking and kissing along Garrus� hardness, nimble fingers trailing not far behind, Isabelle found she enjoyed his sweet taste, a far cry from the salt-sweat taste of her previous encounters.

Brushing her hair from her shoulders, Isabelle brought her lips to wrap around the head of his phallus. With torture upon her mine, she began her assault, lips and tongue moving, sucking; smoothing along each vein and ridge- revisiting the pleasures given to her upon him.

Smiling when she felt talons snuck to tangle in her hair, Shepard was caught off guard when the same talons pulled her forward. In moments Garrus took her control away once more, his hips thrusting his cock between her lips in a mimicry of what was to come in moments . It was exhilarating to be at her second in command�s mercy.

Garrus� mandibles widened into a smirk, eyes on his flesh disappearing between Shepard�s lips, blood rushing hot beneath his plates. The inkling of Shepard taking pleasure from the way he manhandled her drove him faster. His thrusts were brutal and relentless Shepard receiving them with only a mild struggle, her mouth and throat welcoming, clenching around him.

All to soon for Shepard�s liking, she was pulled off and away from the blue twitching cock, only the harsh breaths of the couple to fill the silence before she was tossed onto her back. Garrus followed close after, notching himself between her drenched thighs seeking entrance into her warmth. The first thrust wrenched a shriek from the woman�s red and bruised lips, her head pressing into her mattress as her back arched.

Garrus held her steady as he thrust home, groaning at the combine slickness her tightness of her cunt. His pace was unforgiving on Shepard�s channel, his girth something that she�d not known before. They were a flurry of motion, teeth, tongues, lips and hands scratching; biting and smoothing over each others flesh. Twice Garrus bit harder at Shepard�s mating wound before withdrawing and flipping his commander onto her stomach.

�Kneel, Isabelle.�
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Oddly, Shepard did not question the command, instead curling her knees under herself, spreading her legs wide pressing her breasts to the coverlet of her bed and resting her cheek against her forearms. From the corner of her vision she saw Garrus� mandibles widen into a pleased grin and moaned low when he took hold of her hips with his talons thrusting into her once more.

She rode his thrusts as best she could, pushing back as much as Garrus would allow. It was quickly apparent to her that Garrus wanted to wrench noises of pleasure from her, and she gave them freely. The fire within her womb grew and with it the volume of her cries. When Garrus withdrew from her canal yet again it wrenched a whimper from her body.

�Garrus!� She whined as he maneuvered her to sitting astride his hips, one hand steadying her hips the other cupping and caressing a breast.

�Shepard,� He growled, eyes hard on her face, lust clear within their depths.

�You best hold on woman.�

Raising an eyebrow Isabelle parted her lips in retort but the only thing that was uttered was a scream as Garrus pierced her yet again. From that moment their movements were a blur again. He had her screaming over him, made her cum underneath him. Garrus took Shepard against her fish tank; fucked her on the floor; plowed her across her desk until he couldn�t hold back anymore. The force of his orgasm rendered the turian motionless, hovering precariously over his lover.

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The next morning Shepard walked towards Mordin Solus� lab with a spring and bit of a limp in her step. No one noticed the commander until she entered the lab to see Garrus undressed on a table with Mordin hovering over him; scanning away and chattering with typical speed. Both turned towards the door when it closed, eyes lighting up like Christmas com early after settling on Shepard. Within moments the crew heard the commander�s screech.

�What the FUCK do you mean scanning while sexual intercourse is had?!�
　

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