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Medicine Man	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7405 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Garrus froze. Ashley’s hand fumbled for the medkit, while she let the blanket fall off her body. She propped herself into a more comfortable position, pulled one leg up and motioned Garrus closer, pointing at the medkit.
He opened it for her and held it up. She fished out two plastic tubes in transparent bags. She was straining her eyes, trying to focus. She put the tubes into the turian’s claws.

“This way,” she grabbed one, putting her thumb on the release button at one end, and made a stabbing motion. “You push— push down— button. Okay?” She asked, breathing heavily, holding onto his arm. “You put it— here” she spread her legs and showed a point on her inner thigh. “Around here— muscle” she was panting. “Got it?”

Garrus nodded.

“I got it, Ash.”
Ash fell back to the boulder. “Good.” She flashed a weak smile at him, eyes half-closed. “Show me what you got— stud” she laughed bitterly, head rolling left and right, clawing at his pants, trying to drag it down.

“This is so awkward...” he muttered, helping her.
During their five days here, he never cared about her looks. It didn’t mean anything to him, except noting that even without armor, her moves were that of a warrior. Confident, predatory. Efficient. Ashley was a comrade, not a female, or a possible mate. Until now. Until her so alien, hot fingers touched him.
This felt wrong. Now, when for the first time she is not the strong soldier, now he sees more than just her graceful prowl.

“Uh— here” he took her wrist and guided it to his plates. Ashley’s eyes were trying to focus on the movement, her eyes wide, like she was staring in wonderment. As soon as her fingers touched his plate, both of them gasped.
That warm, soft hand, so gentle, more sensitive than a turian’s claw, exploring every little part of him. He was not sure any more, who was in control here. Although he guided her hand a little, almost like he was taking advantage of her, she wanted this, she told him what to do. Her hands just so gentle—
They gasped again as his cock slipped out, already getting hard, slightly moist, and her fingers wrapped around him.

“This is— so strange,” he gasped.

Ashley’s hand was slowly sliding up and down his shaft, her breathing labored, staring at the strange shape. It was pointy, and ridged, and all the wrong shape for her, but she seemed mesmerized. She spread her legs wider so he could kneel closer. She took him in both five-fingered hands, impossibly soft and smooth and as it wrapped around him, so accommodating. She slowly opened her mouth, well in advance of his cock getting closer, hands working him slowly.

“Give it to me—” she breathed, looking up at him.
That look was almost enough. He thought she was probably delirious, imagining somebody else in his place, which just made him squirm. He didn’t know what was going on in her head. Spirits, he didn’t know what was going on in is.

“Huhh, Ash— this is wrong—” he gasped. Ashley looked up at him.

“I know,” and her lips wrapped around the tip.
Garrus shuddered, his whole length surrounded by the hot, soft flesh of her hands and mouth, her fleshy tongue twirling around the tip. This was an unknown feeling for a turian, this was not possible back at home. That soft mouth! Spirits!
And the noises. The wet noise her lip made as she feverishly worked on the head, her moans resonating along his cock to his very core. He grabbed her skull in one taloned claw.

“Spirits, human” he gasped, her fingers rubbing up and down his ridges.
Ashley closed her eyes, clumsily working on the alien cock. “It tastes— different,” she sighed as she looked up at him again, spreading her saliva all over his cock. She was shivering, and her eyes were glazed over, hard to tell, what she saw. She slid down a little bit, and guided a taloned claw to her panties. She wanted him to pull it off.

“Ash, I don’t think—”

She hushed him, one hand grabbing him. He helped her slip out of her shorts, and he was back between her legs, those lean, smooth thighs spread, and her naked lap exposed to him. There was a tiny patch of fur the color of her hair above a perfectly curved mound, showing him the way.
Not that he needed it. Ashley guided him there with her hand wrapped around his length, and aligned the head up, parting the pink, damp folds of flesh with his tip. He never saw anything like this before. He was simply not interested, not even curious. But oh, that warm softness!
She gasped as he started slipping in, he couldn’t tell why. Was he hurting her? Was it good for her? How could he know? And besides, who was fucking whom? He stopped.
Ash moaned, her breathing labored, looking up at him, reaching her other hand towards his arm.

“Please, Garrus,” she whispered. “Please f—” she gasped again, and he felt her muscles squeezing him, pulling him deeper. He was gasping as well, feeling flesh strain around his cock.
“Ashley. This is not—-” he tried to phrase his doubts, but her hip was rocking, slipping him deeper into her tightness. Her flesh was not easily accommodating him, but she didn’t seem to be in pain from that. She was urging him to move his hips, her moves needy but weak. He felt the urge himself, wanting to sink his cock in her, but feeling reluctant at the same time. “Here goes our friendship,” he moaned and pushed.
Ashley gasped sharply and started to squirm, working her right leg folded up to her chest, then she lifted and rested it against his chestplate.

“Whoa! That’s— flexible!” he exclaimed out of breath from the pleasure of it. Seeing Ashley do this and press her soft leg against him made him dizzy. It was heavenly.

“God,” she moaned, feeling the ripples of his cock starting to move. It was painfully big and the wrong shape, but the movement was worth it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. “Guh, fuck me!” she gasped, pressing her left hand against Garrus’s right thigh to guide his pumping, pressing back harder if he went too deep. Every thrust, every pull made her gasp out louder, grabbing his arm with her other hand and looking deep into his eyes. “Take— me— huhh!”
Garrus was losing it. He tried to hold back, not to hurt her soft flesh, and not to take advantage of her, but this was just too good. He needed this. He grunted, moving in and out slowly. He wanted to see her naked. Completely naked. He grabbed the sports bra between her breasts and sank his claws into it as he pulled it away, shredding it apart easily, letting her breast bounce free, making her cry out when he tore off the last piece of clothing.
They slid down from the boulder, her right leg still on his chest, her back on the ground, her hands grasping around. Her whole body was glistening with rainwater or sweat, mud smeared on her torso and arms, as she squirmed around, feral. She was moaning loud, sobbing, muttering incoherently as the fever burned inside her.
Garrus felt her sex getting more slippery, softening up, his cock sliding in deeper as her flesh gave way. She was thrashing around weakly on his cock arms flailing on the ground. Now HE was fucking HER. She didn’t have the strength to pull herself off from his cock. But he had to pull out. His own body was almost scorching hot now from the whole exercise. He didn’t want to go deep anyway in fear of causing her physical damage. He pulled out his ridged cock from her, which made her cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
He grabbed her head, and pulled her up, pushing his cock between her dry lips, her hot breath washing over his meat. She desperately hung onto his hardness, pushing him down to the back of her throat with a moan that made him explode into her mouth.
Ashley gasped, gagging, swallowing as much as she could, throat burning from the hot fluid. She was spent, collapsing back onto the ground, his cock slipping out of her lips with a wet pop, dripping.
Garrus steadied himself on the boulder, catching his balance, gasping and shuddering from the experience. Ashley’s leg slipped off his torso and dropped to the ground, the only sign that she was alive was her heavy breathing. His eyes now focusing he could see her completely for the first time. Her naked breasts round, firm globes of smooth flesh swaying, small nubs on top of them. She was so out of it, she didn’t even care how naked and vulnerable she seemed.
“Ash” Garrus whispered.

Ashley blinked, slowly turning towards him, rain soaking her hair, washing away his seed from her face. She tried to reach out for him.

Garrus pulled her back under the canopy, cradling her shoulder in his arm.

“You. Have to. Be ready,” she wheezed.

Garrus fumbled around, trying to find the epi pen.

“How do I know?” he asked still looking.

“You will know,” Ashley whispered.

Garrus tried to wrap her in the blanket, but she brushed his hand away.

“Too hot.”

So the turian held the human female, quietly, searching for the signs, any sign. She looked up at him, her gaze clinging onto his. She was scared. She was naked, muddy, too sick and very scared.
The tremors came soon, he felt her muscles vibrating.

“Don’t let me—” she tried to speak, but her breathing was already shallow, her throat closing. “Hold... me...” she gasped with her last breath before the air was cut off, her hands swelling up, skin reddening and she started shaking more violently. She stared at him in panic.
Garrus ripped off the packaging from the epi-pen with his teeth and stabbed the pen it into her thigh where she showed him. He pressed the button, there was a small hiss and that was it.

Nothing changed. She was turning blue, gasping for air, shaking like a leaf.

“Hold on!” Garrus growled, her hand squeezing his arm hard. “It’s gonna be fine.”

She didn’t believe him.
Seconds passed painfully slow, rain drumming around the turian and the human under the canvas. Everybody waited.
And then Ashley gasped. She took a long, deep, rasping breath, arching her back, as finally air flowed freely. She blinked rapidly, taking several more, loud breaths, holding onto Garrus while she regained control of her body. By that time she was sobbing, and she could not stop.
Garrus could only hope that this meant it was over, so he gathered her into his arms and pulled the blanket over them. He settled back against the boulder, and arranged her limbs and torso so she could absorb his heat. He rubbed her shoulder as she cried, all the tension, the panic leaving her. This was relief.
Garrus stared out into the dark, rainy jungle and tried to figure out what just happened.
E P I L O G U E
The next day they slept late to recover. Her clothes were in ruins, but she managed to dress up and look decent, if very crumpled and disheveled. Garrus packed their gear as Ashley watched him, and then carried her down most of the way. It was a long and exhausting descent. They didn’t say a word, just exchanging embarrassed looks, Ashley constantly blushing. He started to see it as adorable, but he didn’t dare to say it out loud.
Cortez went up for the rest of the gear. Mordin did a quick check up on her declaring the danger passed and suggesting a few days of rest for full physical recover. Garrus got busy with packing up the equipment and preparing for leaving the planet. The signal came the next morning, the satellite detecting the Normandy’s approach.
They didn’t exactly avoid each other, but kept to themselves as best as they could. Ashley needed rest, so she was sitting around a lot, gazing out into the jungle, only occasionally meeting the turian’s gaze and blushing.
Mordin was expressing fascination about the medical relevance, but Garrus could count on his confidentiality.

Cortez on the other hand was grinning like crazy the whole day, and when the others were out of earshot he would bump his fist against the turian’s shoulder.

“Garrus, you dog, you!” he smirked.

Garrus grabbed his collar and lifted him off the ground.

“Listen to me, marine,” he snarled, his voice resonating in his bones. “One word to anyone. ANYONE, and I’m gonna rip off your arm and beat you to death with it. Got it?” This was an other thing he learned from Joker. He snapped his lethal claws in front of his face.

Cortez stopped grinning permanently.

“Yessir.”
When the Kodiak docked back with the Normandy, everybody was very quiet. Shepard waited for them when the shuttle doors opened, only to be greeted with short nods and muttered greetings.

“Ash!” Shepard smiled. “Had a relaxing time down there?” he asked in genuine interest. He knew she needed some R&R. Ashley looked up and shot him a glance that clearly indicated she would break arms if anybody tried to speak to her. She grabbed her gear and walked off without an other word. That was highly unusual.

“Garrus!” he turned toward the turian cheerfully, trying to play off the awkward exchange with Williams. “Shot anything interesting down there?”

Garrus stopped, looked at him wordlessly. His mandibles quivered. Then he snapped his head away like a bird and walked out, dragging his rifle.
Mordin was Shepard’s last chance. The good doctor was picking off the smaller boxes from the shuttle and checking them.

“Mordin!” Shepard was getting desperate. “What the hell happened down there?”

The salarian looked down at him with a triumphant smile.

“Science!”
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