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Normandy Leave	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 15778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3- Morning on the Presidium

Morning came quickly on the presidium, far quicker than either Garrus or Jane had hoped it would, because to them, morning meant parting, morning meant they had to claw their way out of bed, fumble into their soiled clothes and report back to the Normandy before anyone began to conger up any ideas.
A beam of light reflected off the Citadels polished hull, piercing through the thin curtains to strike Shepard directly in the eye. Shepard squinted, trying to block out the light that insisted on irritating her and rousing her from her sweet slumber. Jane raised her head off of her soft Turian pillow, Garrus’s chest gently rising and falling with each silent breath as he lay quietly in deep sleep. Slowly he began to cringe, his eyes opening to meet Jane’s. “How’d you sleep?” Shepard smiled down at him.
Garrus snickered. “As I remember we didn’t get allot of sleep”
Jane smiled at his snide comment. Garrus slowly slinked out of bed, his Turian talons touching the floor he rose to his feet. Garrus donned a dark blood red nightgown hanging from the back of the chair. He walked briskly across the suite, throwing open the curtains as the light shot through to bask Shepard’s entire face in its warm glow. “Ahhhh” Garrus embraced the warm rays of light as they shone through the window to sweep over him, causing him to glow with a razing golden light. Garrus gazed over his shoulder, staring at Shepard, watching as she rested onto her elbow. “So, what do you want to do today?” Garrus asked.
Jane returned him with an absolutely delicious smirk. “What do you want to do?”
Garrus returned her look. “Well I suggest we return to the Normandy at some point this morning, we don’t want any of the others getting any ideas”
Shepard nodded in agreement. “Well let’s at least get some breakfast first. How about we sample classic human delicacy known as the Full English breakfast?”
Garrus smiled. “Sounds good. I’ll give room service a call” Garrus rounded the side of the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed he reached for the phone sitting on the bed side table. Garrus activated the keys, the small machine chiming enthusiastically.
“Hello. Presidium Hotel room service, how may I help you?”
“Yes, I’d like to order two human English Breakfasts” Garrus replied.
“And some strawberries and cream” Shepard called out from behind him. Garrus looked over his shoulder at her, an innocent look spread across her face. “I have a sweet tooth” she had that cute and devilish child like smile which Garrus could not resist.
Garrus returned to the phone. “And some strawberries and cream” With the order made Garrus returned the device to its port until its services were required once more. Garrus leant back against the bed, his armoured back pressing against the soft pillows, smiling down at the meatbag human lying next to him. “Well, we have twenty minutes until our order arrives” a grin formed on Garrus’s lips. “So what do you want to do while we wait?”

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A sharp knock at the door roused their suite. Garrus once again removed the robe from the chair beside the bed. He opened the door, the hallway beyond dominated by a silver trolley carrying a metal dome cover. The Salarian waiter wheeling the cart was dressed in a smart uniform, a red vest and a black bow tie combined with a pair of crisp dress trousers. “Room service order for a Mr. Vakarian?” the Salarian attendant asked with professional courtesy, reaching into his vest pocket to remove a small holographic tablet. The attendant typed a series of holographic keys on the tablet, handing the device to Garrus. Garrus scanned down the tablet, ensuring the order was correct.
Garrus looked up from the tablet, noticing the Salarian’s black, round eyes looking past him towards Shepard still sitting on the bed, stretching her taut muscles. Garrus continued to scan the bill, adding an additional forty credit tip to the bill. “Here you go. Twenty credits for you” He glanced over his shoulders, indicating Shepard with his eyes. “And there’s another twenty credits to help you overcome your sudden case of selective blindness” The Salarian took the tablet, nodding approvingly as though he had accepted similar offers many times before. And as quickly as he had come the Salarian slinked into the shadows of the corridor, no wonder the Council used the Salarian’s as their agents of espionage.
Garrus wheeled the cart into the suite, closing the door behind him. He moved the cart to the base of the bed, Shepard smiling gleefully at seeing her meal just within her grasp. “Breakfast is served” He removed the metallic covering, the savoury scent of the food wafting gracefully into the air to assault Shepard’s nostrils with its powerful aroma. Shepard’s face beamed with delight, ready to taste the array of flavours before her.
Garrus and Shepard began to taste their breakfasts, Garrus’s face an array of mixed emotions at tasting the sudden flurry of flavours which danced across his alien tongue. Jane placed a slice of bacon on her tongue, enjoying the rich savoury flavour as she chewed it thoughtfully. She reached for the juice, placing it to her lips, washing the savoury taste down her throat. As she pulled the glass from her bright red lips some of the liquid drizzled onto her chest, flowing delicately down the valley of her cleavage.
She raised a hand to brush the stain away, but froze her hand before it made contact with her skin, an idea forming in her mind. “Garrus?” He looked up from his meal, just finished a slice of bacon. “I seemed to have spilled something on myself, would you be kind enough to clean it up?” An evil smirk formed on her lips.
Garrus leant down into the valley of Jane’s cleavage, running his slippery tongue across her soft skin. He lapped at the stain, licking at the orange coloured areas of skin. He ran his tongue across the mound of her breast. As he brushed against the nub of Jane’s nipple, she shook in surprise, a soft purr escaping her shaking lips.
The interest in clearing the stain had been thrust aside completely. He instead opted to ravage his partner’s torso, trailing lines of saliva across her flesh in an effort to mop up not only the stain but also the delectable salty taste that encased the majority of her skin.
Jane suddenly cupped his cheeks in her hands, pulling his lips away from her velvety flesh. Garrus looked up into her eyes. “Not yet you” Jane reached down onto her plate, retrieving a full piece of egg, placing it over her engorged nipple. She then retrieved a second piece, placing it with the same precision over the other nipple. Her breasts looking suddenly paler with a bright orange tip, her engorged nipple poking a bump through the very centre of the egg yoke.
Holding the eggs in place with her fingers, she smiled at Garrus, giving him some subliminal signal on what his next course of action should be. He leaned down towards Shepard’s chest, running the tip of his tongue across the slippery egg. Shepard cooed gleefully as parts of the soft egg broke away, revealing the light pink flesh beneath. Garrus mediated between each breast, slowly breaking away more and more of the soft egg until Shepard’s breasts glowed with a bright orange.
When Shepard felt Garrus’s soft tongue pass completely across her nipple, the feeling no longer dulled by the egg shield she felt it time to move on to the next stage. She pressed her palm into Garrus’s chest, enjoying the last delicate swish of Garrus’s tongue across her nipple. She reached across towards her tray retrieving the colourful tube of whipped cream she had specially ordered. She pulled the tip up to her engorged nipple. She activated the trigger, the sticky white liquid spilling out across her breast, consuming more and more pink flesh in a white maelstrom of cream.
Garrus reached for the bowl of strawberries, Shepard drenching her left nipple in a flood of dairy products. Garrus retrieved one of the red gems, placing the strawberry in the centre of Shepard’s breast, the tip of the fruit poking through to scrape against Shepard’s nipple. Garrus raised the cream coated strawberry to her lips, her lips parting to accept the sweet treat.
Shepard wrapped her lips around the strawberry, removing the thin layer of cream from the strawberry. As the half way point of the strawberry passed her lips, Shepard bit down on the delectable fruit, breaking it in half. She chewed the delicious treat, the fact that it came from Garrus only doubled the pleasure.
Jane removed another strawberry from the dish, dipping it into the creamy mound that still covered her right breast. She twirled the strawberry across the boundary of her nipple, gathering an additional layer of cream with each gentle twirl. Shepard pressed the cream covered treat onto Garrus’s Turian lips, his armoured jaws parting to accept the delicious delicacy. Garrus was surely taken aback by the sudden rush of flavour. The breakfast before couldn’t compare to the sweet tingle of this treat. Garrus was surprised, he had never tasted such good food which was originally created on the now smog ridden, junk heap called Earth.
While Garrus was distracted by the strawberry’s taste Shepard reached down onto her plate, retrieving a slowly cooling sausage. She raised it to her lips, licking the tip experimentally. Garrus noticed the item, watching intently as Jane teased the tip of it. She slowly began to encapsulate the entire top half of the sausage. She slowly ran her lips down the length of the sausage, leaving a slick trail of saliva down the sausage.
Jane removed the sausage from her mouth with a wet pop, slowly running the stained sausage down her stomach, leaving a thin trail on her sweat covered skin. She touched the slippery sausage to her glistening sex, tickling herself intently. She slipped the smooth piece of meat past her outer lips, gasping as she punctured herself with a piece of dead pork. She retracted the piece of meat, thrusting it back into herself with unprecedented force. Garrus held her hand in his, helping her to pump the meat into herself. Jane let her head fall back, letting Garrus take the sausage in his hand and continue to puncture his lover with it.
But Jane wasn’t satisfied with this; she wanted the real thing inside of her. Jane gripped the meat in Garrus’s hand, Garrus’s hand freezing at her delicate touch. Jane eased the sausage out of herself, the length of the sausage coated in a thin layer of pre-cum. Jane brought the drenched sausage up to her lips taking in the delicious salty taste of her joy. She ran her tongue against the tip of it, the strong taste being concentrated on the very end of her delicate taste buds.
Garrus watched his lover intently, gazing as she devoured the meat in the same way she had enjoyed the night before. Jane sucked on the meat in her mouth, the thin layer of pre-cum being replaced by her saliva as her pre-cum was scraped away by her pouty lips.
Jane looked up into Garrus’s eyes, his eyes pleading to be involved in the act. She was more than willing to help him. She threw the sausage aside, reaching over to cup Garrus’s cheeks in her hands. She touched her lips to Garrus’s, Garrus tasting the results of his lover’s actions. Garrus’s and Jane’s tongues ran across each other, each tasting the sweet nectar of the others mouths.
The rest of the uneaten food cascaded onto the floor, staining the dark red carpet with a rainbow of brown from the grease and sauces. Jane leapt on Garrus, rolling them both onto the other side of the bed, their lips still locked together in eternal bliss. Jane lowered herself down onto Garrus’s smooth, Turian flesh. She ground her body against his, stimulating his now engorged cock to full height, not yet allowing him to penetrate her.
Jane ran her hands across Garrus’s bare chest, rubbing his chiselled pecks in her delicate hands. She leaned her chin down onto his stomach, sliding her tongue across every bump and curve. Her serpents tongue slithering across his light gray skin, tasting the salty sweat that coated his body.
Jane slipped her way back up his torso, lowering her drenched pussy onto Garrus’s enraged cock. Jane growled deeply in her throat, trying desperately to fight back the cries as she was infested by Garrus’s alien dong. Jane pumped down hard, Garrus meeting her descent with a sharp thrust.
Jane needed little more encouragement, letting loose with a flurry of girl cum and encasing Garrus’s tool in a coating of sticky delight. Garrus quickly followed suit, draining his juices into Jane’s gapping hole, the two salty liquids mixing together as the remains seeped through the cracks to stain the sheets below them. Jane collapsed on top of Garrus’s rugged chest, panting deeply in order to recover from the body blow she had suffered.
She regained her composure a lot faster than she had the night before, her past experience strengthening her against the inevitable drain of energy that came with the aftermath of deliciously explosive sex. Jane’s world slowly came back into focus around her, raising her head from her Turian lover to look him in the eye. “So what do you want to do today?” He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, 11:06 flashing brightly on its dark screen.
Shepard looked into Garrus’s eyes “I think I could use a walk after breakfast” Garrus smirked at her, slapping her lightly on her shoulders as he rolled her over onto the other side of the bed. He rose, naked and proud, from the bed reaching for his discarded pants on the floor. With the lightening speed of a kinetic round Jane rolled across the bed, reaching down to the floor and scooping Garrus’s pants off the floor and pulling them out his reach before his fingers had even reached the floor. “No clothes allowed” Jane smirked, dangling the stolen pants over the edge of the bed. Garrus smiled at her. “I believe public nudity is legal on the Citadel, officer” Shepard giggled.
Garrus simply replied “That’s Ex-C-Sec Officer to you” Shepard rose from the bed, crossing the short distance to the window, allowing the golden light wash over her, exposing her athletic frame to the prying eyes of the Citadel. Garrus laughed to himself “Kind of makes bribing the room service guy a moot point”

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As a Bartender Nick had seen and heard allot of things in his day to day life of drowning the sorrows of the Citadels population in nothing but the finest alcohol on the station. Every night a new guy came sobbing through his doors and by closing time he was forced to call a C-Sec officer to ensure the patron did not accidently throw himself into the Presidium lake because he thought he saw a credit chit floating on the water he could use to call a cab. But as of yet nothing had prepared him for what he was about to experience.
The Turian and the redhead he’d seen the night before had returned, albeit dressed slightly more casually than he remembered the night before, each clad in little more than a sly grin and the light burn on their cheeks. The red head had her arm clasped tightly around the Turian’s side, possibly reaching to clasp his ass cheek in her serpents grip. The two approached the bar, Nick fought to keep his expression professional in this bizarre circumstance. “Two coffee’s please” Garrus spoke, laying his credit chit on the counter as he had done the night before.
Nick cobbled together the drinks, handing them over as he accepted the credit chit. Garrus took the drinks, directing his companion towards the balcony they had sat on before. Jane sat on the edge of the balcony, sipping her coffee as the warm liquid washed over her tongue. She and Garrus stared out across the presidium, surely surprising commuters as they passed, the poster girl for the Human Alliance and the Citadel Council as the first Human Spectre giving them a little joyous surprise as they went about their daily life in the wondrous Citadel of Citadel Space.
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