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Perfect Specimen	By : CyberII Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 10098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Do not own Mass Effect or characters, writing for fun, but not profit.

Chapter List
- 1-Pt.1
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The IFF upgrade was almost ready, and Shepard agreed with EDI to give her some time to test it with minimum crew aboard. They all took a shuttle, leaving the ‘Normandy’ drifting on the orbit near the Omega-4 mass relay, and headed to the notorious crime capital nearby. Maybe that was a right idea after all, they needed some time off before they throw themselves head first into hell. Omega was a piss-hole, but it had its taste of entertainment.

But also it meant they had to spend a night in Omega motel. Miranda would prefer to sleep on the narrow bench in their shuttle – it certainly wasn’t a breeding ground for whatever bugs of all systems origins she might find in a place like this.

She found Shepard near the bar distributing the room keys between the rest of the squad. She almost voiced her disapproval, when his arm snaked around her waist, holding her closer. He pushed her to the darker corner beside the bar and spun around, face to face with him. His strong arms pressed her back against the wall, rough lips found a tender spot on her neck right below her ear. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders, feeling her body responding to his passionate approach with tiny electric jolts.

He grabbed her thighs, lifting her up; she wrapped her legs around him for support, arching into his kiss. Her lips tingled, abdomen heating up with anticipation, she pulled on his collar, urging him to take the T-shirt off…

He backed off slightly, his lips parted in a smirk.

“I’ll be waiting for you in my room tonight, Miranda. Then,” he traced her lower lip with his finger pad, “We can have much more than that.”

She smiled back, tugging on his uniform shirt.

“I’ll be there.”

Miranda stopped right in front of the door. Here’s where her lover was waiting for her. She brushed her hair with her hand mechanically and opened the room.

The door slid open with a soft hiss, it was almost dark inside, only few dim table lamps gave the room a mysterious and romantic air. Miranda stepped in, she noticed a small coffee table with a bottle and a glass and a male figure sitting at it. She approached, opened her mouth to greet him – but didn’t utter a word.

Her eyes slowly getting used to the dim light saw another frame at the other end of the couch. More bulky, more angular, more spiky. Light blue visor gleamed in the dark, metallic plating shimmered reflecting the lamplight.

Shepard didn’t turn to her but waved his hand, gesturing her to take a seat between them. Miranda obeyed, her breath getting deeper and movements more stiff from the strange feeling she was getting about this arrangement. For few seconds the room was silent.

“Shepard,” she started, “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged and took another glass from under the table. “Wanna drink?”
He poured the two glasses without waiting for her to reply, took one and pushed the other towards her.

“I thought you want us… me and you, here…”

“Well, our last time we figured out you have nothing against Garrus joining,” Shepard’s voice turned cold. He swallowed a mouthful of his drink and winced.

“I… hadn’t, but it was just once…”

He stared at her the same intent way he was eyeing up the battleground. Slightly narrowed eyes, furrowed eyebrows, square jaws – the Galaxy savior she used to see on the holograms, but not the expression of her man she’d like to see in private.
“Really?”

“Then I’d like to hear your comments on this,” Shepard reached under the table once again and set another thing on the surface.

Miranda felt cold shivers crawling up between her shoulder blades. It was her vibrator.

“It’s… not… It’s nothing, I swear,” she felt her voice trembling, betraying her. God, she needed a drink right now. She took a glass and drank almost half in one swig. Whiskey burned her throat; she coughed violently, tears on her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, Miranda,” Shepard slammed his fist onto the table. He lowered his voice, visibly trying to stay calm. “Don’t make a fool out of me, please. Since you’re still stuck to your little teasing game with me – then I must ask, do you still want me?”

“Yes,” she answered in a small voice automatically. Shepard didn’t seem to pay attention to the uncertainty in her voice.

“Good. Do you want him too?” he waved at the silent turian frame sitting with his arms crossed.
The woman threw a glance to her right, noticing a slightly curious tilt of spiky head. Her lips trembled, the feeling of shame returning.

“I guess, I do,” she whispered, feeling the skin on her cheeks tingle and the corners of her eyes starting to sting.

Shepard pulled her closer in surprisingly comforting embrace, his fingers rubbing the treacherous drop off her cheek.

“See? It wasn’t hard, you just had to be sincere with us,” he caressed her hair, slid his palm along her neck. “No need to cry, if it’s okay with you. I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want – since you told me you do.”

He kissed her lightly, his hand moving lower.
“I’m not your boss, I won’t accuse you of being open-minded. But that teasing lasted a little bit too long for my taste…”

He continued with her neck, his lips hungrily explored her skin down to her collar; hands settled on the curve of her butt.

“I’m very forgiving, Miranda. I’m not mad at you. And to show you I’m not I want to propose you to spend this night here. With us. Both men you admitted you want – it’s like a dream coming true, right, Miri?”

She nodded, not sure what to say or do, took her glass and sipped the drink awkwardly. Her mind raced, she was scared by Shepard’s determination, yet the idea sounded alluring. What bad could happen, if the man she’s been trying to start relationship with was suggesting a threesome with his best friend and her unexpected fetish? They could break up? There have been enough things he learned about her already that she’d prefer him to never know; he already had a lot of reasons to dump her.

“Glad you agree. Get yourself comfortable,” Shepard stroke her hair and raised his glass. “To us and this night.”

He drank alone, smiled and nudged Miranda.
“Well, I’ve noticed you two are a bit stiff around each other. You know what?”

He leaned back, relaxed, with his glass in his palm and a mischievous grin on his face.

“I’ll give you both a head start. Use it well, I’ll watch… for now.”

Miranda threw a quick glance at Garrus. He didn’t say a word since she came in, he didn’t even move. The visor glowed indifferently; she wondered if he even endorsed Shepard’s idea.

The next moment he rose to his full height, and his fingers ran over the hidden clasps of his armor.

She watched him discarding the pieces of his heavy armor calmly and deliberately, revealing the undersuit hugging his slender frame. She noted involuntarily, he looked sexier than any turian in her magazine, or maybe that was just her – but she felt she was starting to blush, breath getting deeper from arousal as she watched her squadmate undressing.

He unzipped the undersuit and peeled it off gracefully, standing there, teasing her with a shameless leer – six and a half feet of alien elegance, steel-gray plates, long limbs and piercing eyes. Hesitantly she stood up and stepped closer, lifting her hand to touch him – scared to touch him, to move her hand few inches to cross the distance.

He helped her getting over that weak moment, his long arms encircling her torso and drawing her closer. His long legs folded, he made her sit on his lap, his face unreadable when he caught the zipper on her suit between his talons and slid it down.

The turian body felt so hot and calming, sharp angular plates pressed to her chest reminded her of their differences, but not discouraged her from enjoying his warm gentle touch. She leaned closer, her lips to the side of his head where the ears must’ve been.
“You seem so… comfortable with it.”

Garrus looked at her, head tilted to the side; he touched her cheek with the backside of his talon.

“I must say, I’ve never considered a cross-species… intercourse. Neither thought of you… that way. But I’m not the optimistic one here. We can all be dead tomorrow… and I’m grateful for the opportunity to try it with the best human as my first one.”

He rolled her unzipped suit down her shoulders, cupping her revealed breasts, clear hesitation in his stare.

“I have no idea what to do with a human though…”

She chuckled, patting the silvery plates on his shoulders.

“Neither do I with a turian. Aside from… you know. The act itself.”

“Cut it out, pals!” Shepard laughed from the opposite side of the couch. “Enough talking, give me some action!”

Garrus smirked, giving her neck a rough lick, while he was peeling the rest of her clothes off of her body. She pressed herself closer into his body heat unwittingly, her lips reaching for his sensitive neck.

“Let here be action.”

He picked her up like a bride at the wedding night and placed her on the large bed. His angular frame hovered above her, brushing her skin with his long agile tongue. He licked one of her nipples – and stopped for a second, watching for her reaction then repeated it with another one. She gasped, as his tongue snaked lower and lower down her stomach. His bony fingers grabbed her legs, spreading them wider, his head dipped in between. Miranda moaned, clenching her fists, while the rough alien tongue touched her wet pussy.

She couldn’t believe it, no holographic emulation could prepare her for that kind of turian skills. The unfriendly, distant and reserved turian, the best sniper and amazing soldier they fought side by side so many times, was eating her out selflessly; and she loved every flick of his strong muscle savoring every drop of her moistness, drawing more out of her with each electric spark running through her loins.

She bit on her thumb, then sucked on it, another hand travelling to the long turian fringe. Miranda rubbed the slightly bent spikes, rocking her hips along with his tongue moving around her clit. She pushed her two fingers deep in her mouth, licking and sucking them, gently scratching Garrus’ skin under the fringe.

The woman could see a content grin on Shepard’s face, while he was drinking his whiskey, his palm flexing on his groin. Another rough motion of hot turian tongue against her aching nub made her squirm and moan. Damn, Garrus was too good, even better than her fantasies…

She stopped him with her hand, pressed her finger to his mouth and motioned him to get on the bed.

“I’ve got an idea…”

He sat on the edge of the bed, devouring her with his eyes. The plates on his crotch already started to shift, the blue tip of his cock peeking out.

Miranda pushed him on his back, straddling his waist. She rolled her hips, pressing her ass to his plated groin – he lifted one hand, reaching out for her body, she caught his wrist, wiggling her ass against his emerging member. Garrus uttered a long impatient sound, vibrating deep inside his broad chest.

She leaned forward, looking into his burning eyes, licking his mouthplates – she could taste herself on them; and threw her leg over his body, turning around. Now she was on her fours above him; she looked backwards at him, smiled and placed his hand on her butt cheek.

“Now it’s twice the fun.”

He hummed approvingly and pulled her ass closer, while she bent over his hips, hungry for his gorgeous cock.

Her delighted moans mixed with his melodious sighs, as they pleasured each other orally. His shaft still coming outside of its natural hide, growing thicker and harder with each lick she gave him, filled her mouth in such delicious way she wanted to taste that new sensation as long as possible.

A brief look at the couch ensured her their watcher enjoyed the show. Shepard set his glass aside and unzipped his pants, his fist clenched around his hard cock. His eyes never removed from her body, he stroked himself along with the two performing sixty-nine in front of him.

Miranda grabbed the base of Garrus’ cock, her hand sliding up and down along his impressive length her mouth couldn’t take in that easy anymore. His flanging trills were telling her he liked it either way, and the enthusiasm he was licking her dripping entrance, prodding it with the tip of his tongue encouraged her to go on. But when the hot wriggling appendage began to work its way inside her vagina, she almost cried of the intense heat and pleasure focused at the apex of her legs, her eyes flew open wide and her mouth agape.
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