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Cat and Mouse	By : aurigarose Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3: Garrus the Gentleman

Interspecies sex was weird. It even sounded different. The usual dull scrape of plates against plates replaced by the wet slap of soft, human skin. The insides of Shepard’s thighs were already turning an angry shade of red as he thrust between them, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Spirits, that was going to chafe in the morning.
Garrus reluctantly unwrapped her legs from his torso and spread them completely apart, the sides of her knees digging into the mattress. He moved his palms into position against the lower section of her thighs, carefully avoiding the raw patches of skin, and used his upper body strength to keep her pinned. It wasn’t entirely comfortable, but less friction meant less pain tomorrow.
Garrus pushed back inside her, drawing a short moan from both of them. He slid in easily this time, and the new position allowed him to go deeper.
“It feels like I’m doing a split,” Shepard declared once they had both adjusted. “Don’t know how long I can keep this one up.”
“I’ll be quick,” he promised.
She gave him a look.
“—and then I’ll help you finish,” he clarified, a bit offended that she would assume otherwise. He hit a particularly nice spot and Shepard’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Such a gentleman,” she gasped.
True to his word, Garrus came a few ragged thrusts later—the orgasm ripping through him like a bullet through a mech. He pulled out, spilling onto her stomach and down her sides. Garrus managed a self-satisfied flare of his mandibles at the sight before collapsing face first next to Shepard. He only narrowly missed faceplanting into her chin.
Spirits.
Shepard stretched out her legs, giving the pleasantly sore muscles running along her inner thigh a much needed rest.
“You’re not done,” she reminded Garrus, propping herself up on an elbow.
“Just catching my breath,” he mumbled into the mattress.
Shepard laughed and pushed him onto his side. The hair around her face was a sweat-drenched mess and he had never seen her cheeks so pink. He hoped those were indicators she was enjoying herself.
Curiously, she skated a hand across her sticky abdomen and examined it closely. Garrus wondered if she had just encountered a new, species difference, and was about to ask when she popped one of the coated fingers into her mouth and sucked it clean.
Garrus froze as Shepard tilted her head in consideration.
“That’s actually not as bad as I thought it’d be.”
She sounded pleased.
“That’s…,” Garrus trailed off, his brain unable to process what it had just witnessed. He cleared his throat.
Definitely a weird, alien thing... Maybe one he could get used to.
He shook the thought from his head and changed tactic.
“You mentioned something about tiny, mass effect fields?”
Shepard grinned.
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The vibrator had gotten Shepard maddeningly close before she had declared it cheating and thrown the blue hunk of plastic haphazardly behind her. It had bounced off the fish tank and scattered what little life had managed to survive in that cursed place.
“Make me cum,” she ordered, her eyes alight with frustrated desire.
Garrus happily obliged, dipping his head between her legs before lightly dragging his tongue across her. Shepard was having none of that. With one hand roughly gripping his fringe, she ground against his mouth plates so hard he was surprised they didn’t crack.
“Shepard,” he growled, pinning both her hands to the bed without fully pulling away. “You can order me around all you want tomorrow. Right now you could try letting someone else be in control for a change.”
Shepard didn’t respond but the death grip of her thighs against his mandibles loosened. It was a promising sign.
“Where are my gloves?” he asked, suddenly struck with an idea. Shepard sighed.
“Gloves, Vakarian? You’re asking me about gloves right now?”
“It’s relevant,” he assured her, sitting back to scan the room. “It’s too dark in here. I can’t find them.”
Shepard sat up and handed him his visor.
“You know I actually kind of thought you’d leave that on during sex,” she confessed. Garrus raised a brow plate.
“Sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about me Commander.” It was supposed to be light hearted ribbing, but Shepard shivered. He decided to go with it.
Garrus strapped the visor back on. One glove was behind Shepard. It had been pushed half way under the bed. He reached for it, choosing not to go around her. One hand cradled the small of her back while the other searched blindly for the glove. His talons closed around supple leather and he sat up to pull the glove on.
Shepard looked confused.
“I keep my talons pretty short for a turian,” he explained, “but by human standards they’re still pretty extreme. Thought a protective buffer might help you relax.”
He could swear she shivered again.
“You really do like this visor, don’t you?”
She laughed.
“Until tonight I’d never seen you without it. It’s like a part of your face.” She reached a hand up to trace it.
“How do you imagine my face?” he asked hesitantly.
Shepard smiled.
“Scarred,” she admitted.
“Should have realized that’d be your type.”
She punched him lightly in the arm…well, lightly for Shepard.
“Isn’t it time you got back to work?”
Garrus complied.
Between his tongue and his talons, it wasn’t long before Shepard was back to vibrator levels of arousal. He could feel how close she was, her body alternating between tense rigidity and uncontrolled bucking.
“Garrus,” she managed between heavy breaths. “I n—need. I—“ Her instructions were cut off by a stream of moaned expletives. She raised a finger and crooked it in a come hither motion. “Like that.”
He dutifully obliged.
Shepard threw her head back, eyes clamped shut.
“Shit,” she gasped. “Fuck.”
Her hips were raised completely off the bed now, and Garrus’ hand was beginning to hurt.
A strange, keening sound escaped Shepard’s throat and she clenched around him.
There was a small gush of fluid, which startled him until he remembered he was with an alien. Once the most intense of the aftershocks had passed, Shepard lowered her hips and relaxed back into the mattress. Garrus looked down at his newly freed hand, and mentally added new gloves to the list of supplies he’d need from the Citadel. He removed the ruined article of clothing and threw it next to his pants. Shepard was smiling, but her eyes were still closed.
“I like the visor,” she admitted. “I really like the visor.”
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