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Friends With Benefits	By : The_Red_Celt Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The ship rocks hard again as another blast tears through the hull.
“Commander!”
She grabs the wall, her fingers grappling for purchase.
“Shepard!”
She just manages to punch the button that would launch Joker’s escape shuttle before another explosion sends her careening into the wall and out into space. Even now, in her last minutes, she thinks that Alchera looks so beautiful from up here, so blue. Her favorite color.
There’s a hissing sound and suddenly she can’t breathe; she reaches desperately for the leak in her suit, but her armor is too restrictive. The seconds turn into years as black spots grow larger and her chest is so tight—
“Shepard!” Joker again, but he should be gone already.
“Shepard, breathe!” No, not Joker—a familiar flanging voice that she knows so well.
“Come on, damn it, breathe!” Her eyes flew open and she took a huge whooping breath. Garrus was holding her arms so hard he’d broken the skin in two places with his talons. He helped her sit up and tilted her head this way and that, looking for god only knew what.
“I heard you thrashing around out here,” he explained, and Shepard noticed he was wearing a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and nothing else; she must have woken him up. He saw blood dotting her sleeves and hissed in a breath. “Damn, Shepard, I’m sorry.” He grabbed some medigel and a glass of water, handing the water to her and smearing some gel on the small puncture marks.
“It’s all right,” she said. Her heart was still beating too hard and her chest ached, but she knew from experience that both would pass soon enough. “I’m okay, Garrus, it was just a dream.” She took a drink while he watched her intently.
His voice was soft when he asked, “Alchera?”
“Yeah.” She yawned and rubbed her temple.
Garrus stood up and she thought he was going to go back to sleep, but then he said, “Come to bed with me.”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“Then do it for me.” She looked up at him and saw the concern written all over his face. God, she really must have scared the hell out of him. “Otherwise I’ll just be out here all night checking on you.”
“Awww, I knew you cared,” she said with a grin.
“Yeah, yeah, you can make fun of me in the morning,” he grumbled. She padded behind him to the bedroom and slid in under the blanket. It was surprisingly soft, with a lot of give near the top to allow for his cowl. She lay on her side facing the wall and he got in behind her, laying an arm over her body.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she answered, scooting closer. He was a warm, solid mass at her back and something about his presence calmed her. She felt a weight in her chest she hadn’t even known was there begin to loosen and fall away. “More than okay.” Within minutes, they were both sound asleep.
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Consciousness came slowly to Shepard the next morning, first manifesting in the weight of Garrus’ hand on her hip, the dim light from the cracked door illuminating his visor on the night stand, his breath in her hair. She shifted a little to free her arm, the pins and needles tingling in her fingers, and she got her first surprise of the day.
Huh, I guess morning wood really is universal.
The small movements were enough to make him stir and he pushed against her butt and slid his hand down to rest on her lower belly. She turned her head to look at him, but he was still asleep. A sly smile crept across her face and she slowly rolled her hips back against him and he groaned. He cracked an eyelid and saw her looking at him expectantly . . . and then he noticed what was going on below the waist and started to roll away.
“Mmmph, shit. Sorry , Shepard.” She reached back and stopped him, pulling him back close to her. He gave a sleepy sigh and nuzzled her neck, then had to disentangle a few strands of hair that caught on his mandibles.
“You, uh, want some help with that, big guy?” she asked, punctuating the question with another wiggle of her hips. He groaned in answer, his voice low and thick with sleep, and immediately started trying to pull her pants down, but he was at the wrong angle for it. “My goodness, someone wakes up horny,” she mused, and he made a low rumbling sound that might have been a chuckle had he been more awake. She lifted up high enough for him to slide her pants down her legs and kicked them out from under the blankets.
He hooked her knee over his elbow and lifted her leg up, then maneuvered himself into place and slid inside her in one smooth motion. He moaned in her ear and snaked his other arm under her armpit and beneath her shirt to cup her breast as he moved slowly within her. Shepard sucked on her finger then slipped it between her legs to touch herself, her skin so warm and more supple than usual. A slow, sweet ache spread from her core and all throughout her body as Garrus buried his face in her hair and made quiet pleading sounds against her neck. His breathing changed and he squeezed her breast a little tighter, his body taking on a new urgency and Shepard took that to mean he was close, so she rubbed herself a little faster, her breath hitching in her throat. With one last thrust he came with a gasp and she followed soon after, her inner muscles tightening around him, milking the aftershocks out of him.
He put her leg back down and stroked her thigh. It was so warm under the blankets that she never wanted to leave. “A man could get used to waking up like this,” he murmured.
“That would mean we’d have to share a bed every night,” she said, and he hummed.
“Yeah, but what would the neighbors say?”
“They’d probably be thumping on the ceiling telling us to shut the fuck up.” He laughed gently. She moved his hand up to her breast and he ran his finger across the swell where gravity was pulling it down toward the bed.
“Think of the gossip.”
“Westerlund news would have a field day with it.”
“It would be worth it just to see you punch that al-Jilani bitch in the face again.”
She smiled wistfully. “Yeah, that was fun. We should totally do that again sometime.”
“Mmmm, I’d rather do this again sometime.” There was something about his voice, a new tenderness that sent warm shivers through her.
“This mission is bound to get really stressful,” she said, and wondered what it would be like to be with him like this every morning. Not necessarily the sex part, although that had been really good, just . . . being with him. “I think we could both stand to ease some tension every once in a while.” Her stomach picked that moment to rumble loud enough that Garrus heard it and she felt his mandibles spread in a smile.
“Maybe after breakfast.” He rolled onto his back to stretch and Shepard planted a kiss on his cheek. He looked up at her, took one look at her hair, and laughed.
“What?” she asked with a frown.
“Your hair is sticking out all over the place.” He tried to smooth it down but it just sprang back up.
“Yeah, it does that sometimes.” His hand drifted down to her cheek and she turned into his touch with a soft hum of contentment.
“Tell you what—you go take a shower and I’ll go out and get you breakfast. I don’t have anything here for you to eat.”
“My hero.” She swung her feet onto the floor and stood up, and that was when she remembered she wasn’t wearing pants. She turned back and saw Garrus looking at her body with his arms crossed behind his head and a smile on his face. “Like what you see, cowboy?”
“Definitely.” She grinned and sauntered out of the bedroom, switching her hips and giving him a wink just as she disappeared down the hall.
“Tease,” he called after her.
“You know you like it,” she answered and he heard the bathroom door close.
Yeah, a man could really get used to waking up like this.
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It wasn’t until she was in the shower that she realized that, in her haste to be off the ship, she had forgotten her soap. She considered going without, then figured ‘what the hell’ and went ahead and used Garrus’. It was really abrasive and had what felt like an entire beach in it, but at least she was clean. She washed her hair and dried off, then wrapped the towel around herself to find some clothes.
It took Garrus a few minutes to return with breakfast, and when he did there was a hard light in his eyes that she recognized. It usually meant that he was about to bring the pain, and she wondered what could have happened between the apartment and the store to make him look like that.
It didn’t take long to find out; he was practically vibrating with excitement. “I got a message from one of my contacts. You remember Sidonis, the one who betrayed my team? I think I’ve finally got a lead on him.”
She remembered Sidonis, all right. She’d never seen him so angry as when he talked about him, laying out for her all the details about what had happened. Half of her wanted to hunt down the bastard that had put that uncharacteristic hardness in her best friend, and the other half hoped he never found him. Now that he had . . . she had to play this very carefully. “So who are we looking for?”
“A forger named Fade—he’s an expert at making people disappear. Sidonis was seen with him.”
“What are you planning to do to him when you find him?” she asked, an inscrutable expression on her face.
“You humans have a saying: an eye for an eye, a life for a life.” His face was hard and his eyes were hot with anger—at Sidonis’ betrayal, at the fact that he was still walking around free while ten good men lay dead. “He owes me ten lives, and I plan to collect.”
Shepard froze and withdrew into herself almost completely. That was something she did out in public when she had her image to protect, not with him. It got his attention, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t figure out what was going through her head, and not because he couldn’t read human expressions—he could always read hers. No—she was actively trying to school her features into an unreadable mask.
“Garrus, you don’t know what you’re asking,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He shook his head; no, he’d been after Sidonis for too long to let him go now. “Look Shepard, you may not agree with me, but I need your help with this.” He stepped closer to her, willing her to relax. She swallowed hard, but didn’t meet his eyes.
“I told you I’d help you, and I will.” She looked up at him then, and there was a strained look to her that hadn’t been there before. “We’ll leave as soon as you’re ready.” And without any more comment, she went back to the bedroom to grab her armor and Garrus thought the room felt colder than it had a moment ago.
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