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Too many curious eyes and ears around for his comfort... Once they came closer to the bar, Garrus released the woman from his grip before the rest could get a chance to notice. She raised a brow, her face uncertain.
“Are we playing strangers now?” Miranda whispered to him.

He smirked, catching the charming sparks of club lights in her eyes.
“The crew will find out eventually… Let’s not spoil the surprise for a while.”

She chuckled softly, adjusting her dark locks. Sign of flirting for humans.
“Does it mean I’m free to pick up some hot guy for the sake of conspiracy until we’re off with the disguise?”

He ran his gloved fingers through her hair, eyeing her up and down.
“You are absolutely free. But no secrecy forbids me to have an eye on you, because the way you look tonight makes it hard to withdraw eyes.”

Her beaming smile and shiny eyes made him proud of his line. He still wasn’t so sure how to fully appreciate human female body with all squishy pads of fat– but maybe it wasn’t all about the different species or the fat tissue. Not anymore.

He remembered the first time they met. Exhausted, worn-out by countless hours all alone against the three major mercenary factions of the whole Terminus Systems, just his faithful rifle in his arms to go to glory with him, he wasn’t sure he had no fatigue-induced hallucinations yet. It was hard to believe his own eyes, but, Sweet Spirits, he wanted to believe. He mustered up all his strength left to stand tall, to squeeze his rifle in a death grip, to show the filthy Spirits of Omega he’s the stubborn one.

Shepard came accompanied by a dark-skinned human male and dark-haired female in similar skintight uniforms which looked hardly like any kind of armor or just simply sensible clothes. He remembered the scorn in the woman’s glare, when she measured him with her eyes icily, turning slightly surprised when Shepard recognized him. She didn’t say a word when Shepard ordered her to stay with him, but she fought devotedly side by side with him like a real warrior; he couldn’t but respect her skills, thinking he’d love to have her in his team.

Then, aboard of the new ‘Normandy’, he learned a few things, about her being one of the most self-conceited arrogant bitches he ever dealt with, Aria included. He believed his shutting down consciousness made up the glimpse of humanity in her cold eyes, as he lay sprawled on the floor in the puddle of his own blood. He just avoided her as well as everyone else.

And then they had sex. Sex they both hardly knew what to think about. A fight turning physical in a quite unexpected way. A spark of anger igniting their fuses to blow their minds.

She changed. He loved these changes, but he couldn’t give her anything aside from his body. All he had was just a long list of ‘ex’ – ex-military, ex-C-Sec, ex-vigilante, ex-Omega legend. Tomorrow they’ll part ways, and he’ll add ‘the perfect human woman’s ex-lover’ there.

But tonight he was grimly determined to take his last chance and use it well. And she was dressed to kill.

Spirits, it’s going to be a night to remember.

He admired her form, memorizing every curve. He loved her footwear, those ‘heels’ making her legs look more like turian. Her waist was exposed, wrapped in black fishnet, and her ‘breasts’ barely covered by a small velvet jacket. She didn’t have that top underwear part on, the one which was pretty useless for covering and supporting her heavy chestpads. He wondered, if it’s even more ‘sexy’ for humans than it being on… or does she wear the lower part or not.

“Just look at her! She dressed out just for you,” he heard Shepard’s enthusiastic whisper, “And you’re standing here keeping your distance? What’s wrong with you, Garrus, every man won’t let her make two steps inside the club dressed like this.”

“Huh?” Garrus turned to him.

“That! Is! A clearest kind of invitation!” Shepard nudged him. “She’s signaling you to fuck her as hard as you can!”

“I’m… saving it for later, enjoying the view,” Garrus took a sip of his drink. “That outfit is supposed to be sexy for humans?”

“Are you kidding?” Shepard hiccupped. “It’s super-sexy, hot as hell, and her perfect body in it…”

“I got it,” Garrus cut him off dryly. “It’s more complicated than it seems to you.”

“Then don’t complicate it!” Shepard shouted, his palm landing on the turian’s armored back with a loud thump.

Garrus sighed. He really was complicating things, wasn’t he?
He downed his glass and ordered another, searching for the dark-haired head in the crowd with his eyes.

She got to be kidding him.

He would smirk if saw her talking to anyone of the crew. He would pretend he didn’t see a thing if she flirted with a human.
But she was with a turian, her sly smile reminded him of the way she smiled to him.

He remembered this one; he shot the batarian racist who almost poisoned Shepard. That was nice of him, but not enough for Garrus to turn a blind eye to them.

“I got a mate and a ship,” he caught the words of that turian in red casual clothes, “And I only took one with me to Omega…”

“Good for your mate,” Garrus leaned on the bar counter, his hand on Miranda’s shoulder, “I hope you didn’t bore mine.”

The other turian shot him a wary glance and shifted a bit farther from the woman, almost unnoticeable motion, yet enough to show respect.
“I hope so,” he looked at Miranda for the last time. “Great woman, pal, any chances she’s got a twin sister?”

“What did you call me there?” Miranda elbowed him lightly as he led her through the crowd. “Your what, Vakarian?”

“A figure of speech,” he whispered in her ear, “To match his tone.”

“So you’re just being mean, forbidding me to have some fun?” she stopped and crossed her arms, furrowing her brows.

“I’m being farsighted,” Garrus slid his fingers along her jawline, behind her ear, ran his hand through her hair. “My kind is very open to casual sex. And after my… experience with a human I should admit, for ones who tried you are hard to resist.”

She raised her brow with a surprised expression, than wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezed him a bit tighter. Spirits, he loved what that woman was doing to him.
“We were just chatting, nothing he proposed yet!”

“Smart of him,” he smirked. “Should I tell him you actually have a twin sister as an apology?”

“No way,” the woman snickered, “I don’t want your kind, very open to casual sex to ruin Ori.”

“All for yourself, without any rival. How selfish, Miss Lawson, why I’m not surprised,” he bent down and left a brief lick on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes.

“Look who’s talking, someone’s just dragged me away from an innocent chat,” she kissed his left mandible. “What if anyone noticed?”

“Well… a dozen more drinks and I won’t give a damn,” he brushed her cheek with his nose, “And I’m ready to start counting. By the way, you’re not wearing your, ah, undergarments tonight?”

She traced his lower jaw under the mandible.
“You ripped it off of me that furiously last time I thought you prefer me without it…”

“At all?” his hands moved to her bouncy rear, grabbing it, squeezing. She arched towards him, leaving a soft kiss on his mouth.
“At all.”

He groaned under his breath, his sense of smell picking the subtle hints of her starting arousal.

“Then I’m afraid, after I won’t give a damn anymore, I’ll fuck you right here in the club…”

“I will remember this promise,” she twisted out of his arms and headed to the nearest bartender. He followed, keeping the distance of just few steps behind her.

“Excuse me!” they heard Shepard’s drunken voice. Commander got the microphone somewhere and now tried to gather all the crew round. “May I have your attention, please…?”

He grabbed the mic stand in attempt of steadying himself; that resulted only in him swaying with it.

“We… we’re good. We defeated the Collectors. We fought our way out of the galactic core. We deserve a party, and that’s why we’re here.”

Doctor Chakwas raised her glass, toasting everyone, and most of the crew joined. Garrus took a swig of his drink, noticing Miranda sipping her cocktail through a straw at the corner of his eye.

“A-a-also, you may congratulate me and my dear Tali,” Shepard waved her to come closer and wrapped his arm around her. That steadied him a little. “I’m going to build her a house on Rannoch someday! That’s my word, you all hear that!”

“Shepard, you’re drunk,” the quarian murmured in his ear, yet there were soft adoring tones in her voice.

“I promised that while sober!” Shepard objected, almost falling on her.

“And another th- thing!” he continued with his speech. “I recently disc-covered we’re not the only couple formed aboard…”

“Shepard, damn it!..” Garrus hissed under his breath, knowing he couldn’t hear it.

“They’re my best friends. I trust no one more than them. They’ve been through a lot, and I’m glad they found some happiness in each other. I think they’re a perfect match if they wouldn’t fight over leadership,” Shepard looked around to locate them and winked.

“Don’t be so shy, come here!”

Garrus sighed, threw a helpless glance at Miranda. She shrugged, outstretching her hand; he took it gently and guided her through the crowd. He felt the eyes on him, set back his shoulders for no one to doubt his choice. It was a matter of honor; how undetermined their relationship actually was – and was it a relationship or just sex, it wasn’t the others’ concern.

Most part of the crew was silent, indifferent or curious; much to his relief, he must say. Jack spurted her drink, eyes widened. Mordin studied them like they were some kind of a lab sample; Garrus already imagined the lecture he’d give them as soon as he gets a chance. Kelly’s stare was filled with such admiration he felt almost uncomfortable; yet he remembered after the psychological trauma she got because of the abduction by the Collectors, she did her best to get wasted as fast as she could, so that look could’ve meant nothing. Legion’s head panels trembled, the flashlight blinking with interest. Few encouraging smiles from Dr. Chakwas, Kasumi, Gabby Daniels…

“Okay, that explains a lot,” Jacob muttered with a rather disgruntled look. “If she’s got a turian fetish or something, no wonder neither I nor Shepard is her kind…”

Zaeed, standing nearby with a glass of whiskey, let out a short laugh.
“It brings back the memories. We worked with two tech specialists, a guy and a girl. These kids were able to hack…”

Sometimes Garrus regretted he had very keen hearing. He knew Jacob and Miranda had some past; he just didn’t like the idea of commenting on her former or latter choices. He gave a glance around the crew, mandibles tight to his chin, to make it perfectly clear that he won’t take shit from anyone.

“…Ran away with a hanar. Women, sometimes you have no idea what do they need…” he caught the ending of Zaeed’s story.

Ah, anyway it won’t matter tomorrow.

“Miss Miranda, I’m so happy for you!” Kelly broke the uncomfortable silence, pouncing at Miranda and grabbing her arm in a clumsy hug. Garrus stepped back – the so-called psychologist trying to get both into his head and pants with same enthusiasm always succeeded to obtain only one result, to make him nervous.

“I mean, for both of you!” Kelly continued her cheerful monologue full of excitement. “I felt so bad for Garrus after all he’d been through, he really needed some comfort. He’s so great, I’d love to be with someone like him…”

Well, here she goes again… Miranda threw him a questioning glance, taking Kelly by her elbow and leading her away. Garrus nodded. He needed a drink right now…
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