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In Sight	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
- 2-Pt.2
- 3-Pt.3
- 4-Fin.
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Damn, she’d discard any human male for this hungry gaze of a turian. Was it about his eyes, intense, bright, getting under her skin or about his surprisingly attractive in a weird way body? Or her being tired of human males’ attention?

She didn’t want to think of him that way, as if he’s just an exotic fling, an amazing fuck-buddy to satisfy her thrill-seeking urges. She shivered every time she caught a glimpse of his saw-like teeth or looked at his talons on her bare skin, but it was the exciting kind of shiver she’d exchange all her former lovers for…

Maybe she discovered a turian fetish in herself. But it was him who made her see a man in him, not an alien, not a toy, not a pure entertainment.

She slid her palms along her body, making sure to accentuate every perfect line of it; he followed with his burning eyes.

“You want me to take this off?” she bit her lower lip seductively, tugging on her Cerberus uniform.

“No,“ he breathed out, pushing her on her back. His talons traced her curves and then dug into the stretchy white fabric, shredding it. He encircled her waist with one arm, lifting her up, ripping the suit completely off of her with another.

“What do you think you’re doing!?” she yelped as soon as he lowered her back on the desk. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy his rough dominant actions – right on the opposite she found herself getting so turned on by it she’d ride him without any foreplay.

“I never liked this one,“ he grinned with an overpowering hunger in his eyes, “It makes your ass look huge.”

She failed to keep a straight face.

“Is it something the turian women hate to hear as much as the human ones or someone did his homework on humans?”

“Which answer do you like more?” Garrus leered, showing his pointed teeth. Oh, she never suggested the sight of those dangerous teeth could be alluring.

Now he was all above her, getting rid of her underwear in a similar way; and she couldn’t simply be angry at him as long as she arched towards his lethal talons, rough plates, sharp teeth. As long as he made love to her, caressed her with rough flicks of his incredible long and agile tongue, as long as his bony fingers cupped her breasts, and they fit in as if were made for them…

His tongue went all the way down her torso, leaving a hot damp trail between her breasts, around her navel and settled between her legs. She gasped when that incredible hotness brushed against her aching clit, and sure as hell he noticed that. He lapped on her moist flesh, exploring her lower anatomy with a closer look. The strokes of his tongue varying from slow and tentative to rough and fast were driving her insane. That muscular organ wiggling around her lower lips and inner thighs – she couldn’t dream of such stimulation.

The narrow tip of his tongue circled her clit and slid lower to prod her entrance, his fingerpad landing on her sensitive nub of flesh between the folds. She swore she was already dripping, she felt his tongue tasting her juices…

He threw her legs on his shoulders, arms crossed behind her back.

“Hold on,” Miranda heard his soft purring voice.

It was… another impressive demonstration of a masterpiece of a turian body… He straightened up, with her sitting on his shoulders in a manner of an erotic totem pole. She almost forgot how to breathe – because of sudden immense height she was lifted to, because of her thighs spread wide by his cowl, giving him the perfect access to her private parts, because of his tongue still down there. She braced herself against the wall even though his arms held her upper body firmly – she just needed something to hold onto…

And then his tongue entered her pussy.

She bucked her hips, trying to maintain the balance, squealed out something inarticulate feeling that inhuman heat crawling up her vagina. Her eyes froze wide-open when she felt his tongue reached for her uterus, and its rough texture rubbed her inner walls in an amazing way which guided her closer to the peak.

Oh, God. Spirits. Whatever.

She grabbed his fringe with one hand, rubbing it, driving him into her core. The sparks ran from the apex of her legs, she couldn’t remember what she was crying out loud when Garrus drove her to the most fantastic orgasm ever…

The blinding white light faded away, and her lover bent down gently, letting her rest her back on the desk.

“Oh, Garrus… I’ll start to pray to your Spirits, because our God has no idea what happens when there’s a turian involved…”

He looked at her with that overconfident stare she loved the most. She rubbed his neck, still sprawled on her own desk.

“Come on, I need you… my Archangel. I need you inside of me. Just fill me with your cock… the most amazing cock I’ve ever met.”

He turned her over, rubbed her buttocks with his rough fingers. And then he slid in her, as far as her stretching flesh could allow him to. Miranda almost cried when his huge cock reached her inner wall and slammed into it…

Much to his surprise, Shepard found the Main Battery empty. It was weird, to see this place without Garrus calibrating. Shepard rubbed his eyes, still hoping the familiar turian form appears, then turned back hesitantly.

He walked across the mess hall, and then a thought crossed his mind. Gardner. Right, there was no way Vakarian left his workplace unnoticed by Gardner.

“Rupert, have you seen Garrus?” Shepard asked, turning to the bald man.

“Yes, Commander,” Gardner pointed his thumb behind his back, “Gunnery Officer Vakarian is in Executive Officer Lawson’s cabinet.”

“Fine,” Shepard nodded, “I needed to talk to both of them anyway…”

“I’m sure he’s still there. No one leaved the cabinet since he walked in about an hour ago,” Mess Sergeant rubbed his neck. “Must be some serious talk they’re having…”

And there Shepard’s premonition of disaster was back…

It only grew stronger when he discovered the lock on his XO’s door was orange. That was strange, Miranda never locked her office. He approached to the door only to…

The high-pitch screams from behind the door couldn’t belong to anyone but Miranda; and low flanging growl was too familiar as well. Something was going on inside, hastily Shepard powered on his omnitool, it took him few seconds to recall a trick Tali taught him…

The lock was overridden, and Shepard darted into the room.

“Miranda, is everything…”

He cut off mid-sentence as he tripped over a piece of armor. Hot wave of air made him think of climate control glitch, but the scene that greeted him was hotter…

Miranda was lying on her desk, black waterfall of long silky hair cascaded over the edge, contrasting her pale skin – she was stark naked except for her boots. Her high boots, soles to the ceiling, were thrown on silvery-plated shoulders of a turian relentlessly pounding into her. Garrus was no less naked; his bony taloned fingers were squeezing her ample breasts, bouncing heavily with each powerful thrust; long bluish tongue lapping at woman’s skin like she was the delicious sort of ice-cream and he didn’t want to waste a single drop of it.

And her cries, gasps and sobs indicated she’s wild over it.

“…Ah, yes, Garrus, oh, please, oh, God, yes, more, ah, ah, I’m… Garrus!”

Her back arched off the desk, her whole body shaking, the spiky frame above her bent lower, dipping his head into her shoulder. With few more slams into her writhing body he reached his own peak, convulsing with a multitone growling moan, muffled by her neck…

Shepard forgot he froze on a spot round-eyed and slack-jawed. The two entwined shuddering bodies in front of him – it was like an unexpected Fornax pop-up in the Extranet. Or sneaking up on Joker. And he never felt any interest in ‘turian-on-human’ porn, so the stark contrast of curvy, porcelain-skinned woman and angular, metallic-plated alien caught him unprepared. To his embarrassment he felt an erection straining his uniform pants…

A hasty retreat would be the best option; but a pair of piercing blue eyes met his already and amazingly calm purring voice spoke.

“Shepard. Didn’t anyone teach you to knock? We’re trying to have some privacy here.”

The turian straightened up to his full height lazily. Shepard tried to fold his hands in front of his groin as natural as he only could, feeling a pinprick to his male ego at the size of shaft drawn out of his perfect XO.

“I, uh… wanted to talk.”

Garrus fished under the desk and picked up his underarmor jacket to drape over Miranda’s bare shoulders. She slid from the desk into her chair, brushing disheveled hair off her face; the turian took place behind her chair, his hands resting on its back.

“Could it wait for a bit? Mind you, we were in the middle of…”

“Calibrations?” Shepard felt the dumbest smile plastered on his face. Now he noticed Miranda’s document cases, datapads and books, always so neatly placed in order, and now scattered on the desk and around the floor. The pattern of blue heavy armor pieces across the room looked like they were torn off of the wearer by an explosion. And white shreds must’ve been the remains of Cerberus uniform… Damn, things were really hot between these two.

Miranda snickered, Garrus rolled his eyes.

“I still don’t find your ‘calibrations jokes’ funny, Shepard.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It was least expected, to, uhm, discover Miranda helps you… polishing your rifle.” Shepard found it hard to take his eyes off of her perfect skin, still covered in sweat, shimmering in the lamp light… Her barely covered breasts raised heavily with still uneven breath; and the seductive way her reddened swollen lips parted made him think what if he took his chance with her… What if she had that inviting look of soft blue eyes for him… What if she screamed his name pinned down by him…

“You must be a good shot then,” he barely found something to hide his embarrassment and lack of words. “You know, for Miss Perfect to take it lying down…” Not that it sounded good at all…

“Well thank you, I’m always a perfect shot,” the way Vakarian emphasized the last words smugly made them sound like a duotone purring. “Since you interrupted us – care to tell what you wanted us for?”

Shepard was almost sure – it was the possessive kind of ‘us’. The ‘go look at some other woman’ kind of ‘us’. Lazy glance of the turian certainly didn’t miss him eyeing Miranda.

“Well… I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. Since, erm, you two are, well… getting along better than I feared. So, ah, see you when we dock on Omega. A small calibra… celebration party.”

Shepard edged off the door nervously. Oh, if he only could skip the mess hall without this walk of shame with a hard-on… He regretted he saved whole Cerberus crew for the first time, because he felt like whole ship is staring.

He flew in the elevator and slammed the Captain’s Quarters button. Maybe he could ask Tali to join him via intercom. Maybe not, it would be a horrible idea to explain her this entire confusing story…

Miranda looked up on Garrus and giggled awkwardly.

“So, let’s sum this up,” the turian clicked his talons on the back of her chair, “We made our point perfectly clear in front of The Illusive Man and now Shepard. Maybe next we should try doing it in the CIC just to make sure everyone noticed?”

“You don’t want it, not really,” she chuckled, “Because Kelly certainly would be up to join.”

“Hah, point taken,” he laughed, “Besides, have you noticed Shepard’s face?”

“Have you noticed his tent?! I think it counts for an approval of us being hotter than hell.”

“Mmm-hm,” Garrus hummed, talons’ clicking growing harsher, “If he keeps looking at you this way, friends or not, we’ll have a talk…”

Miranda spun around in her chair, throwing a surprised glance up on him – eyes narrowed, mandibles tight to his chin.

“Someone’s jealous?” she put her arms around his waist, “Vakarian, he spent two years sprawled on the surgical table in front of me. When you rebuild someone by cells in a Lego-like manner, it’s hard to avoid the clinical approach towards him.”

“Also,” she smiled kinkily, “I know the exact size in this tent. And I settle for nothing but the best…”
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