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I had forgotten just how relaxing the experience was. Everything beyond my apartment didn’t exist. There was no war. The Reapers never came into our cycle. I had all I needed right there with me on the newer black sectional I had found. I had to laugh and press my cheek to his lap, hiding my face with my arm as I curled into a ball.
His chuckle reverberated through his scales. His bare hand rested on my shoulder, still mostly covered by the slope of the dress. “Laughing at nothing, Shepard?”
“I’m laughing at you,” I said into his shirt, gripping the fabric as I noticed he had a unique scent I had never picked up on before. Leather, and metal. The elements that made up his flesh…
“What could I have possibly done from here? You have me trapped this way.”
I had decided to use him to relax on once the effects kicked in and I sank into the EDM flowing from the sound system. He had been using the other portion of the sectional to lay out on, so it wasn’t as if he could have been uncomfortable. The leg pressed against the back of the couch was propped up, giving me a comfortable hollow to lay in. “This whole thing is crazy.”
I felt him tense a bit. “Shepard?”
I immediately caught his fear. “Oh, no no, I mean how it started.” I tried to restrain a laugh but failed horribly, letting out a personally unattractive snort in the process as he relaxed beneath my touch.
“Don’t do that again. You’ll give me a heart attack. I’m not in the right mood to hear that.”
I bit my lip, keeping my gaze on his thin waist in front of me. “It was completely random. You could have been anywhere else in the Citadel, and I would have never known you had intel on Saren if you hadn’t overheard I was looking for him. Not until it was too late, I think.” I grinned a bit. “To be honest, I hadn’t seen the appeal of your species until I saw you.”
“Is that right? What made you consider me a potential partner?”
“Same thing I look for in a human man. Eyes. Then chest.”
He gave a soft rumble of a laugh. “Always so shallow, Shepard?”
“Eyes are actually the first thing a human woman looks for in a man.”
“Kaidan’s didn’t do it for you?”
I lightly punched his side. “I wasn’t looking for sex. I had a mission to complete at any cost. Your friendship… everyone’s… that was a fluke.” I glanced up at him, meeting the exact same hue that caught my interest in the first place. “And I didn’t hit on Kaidan. I kept my dialogue completely neutral. He picked it up as something more. Hell, I think I only let a flirt slip a few times with you; completely unintentional at the time, no offense. It was duty first then.”
His mandibles twitched in amusement. “More turian than human. And none taken. I was too dense and absorbed in my calibrations to even notice.”
I gave an amused huff and tore my gaze from his eyes, clenching mine closed as I suppressed my giggles.
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I see you making modifications to your guns an awful lot for a human.”
“Fine, you have me there.” I kept my gaze on his clothed torso again. His hand started to run down the tight sleeve of my dress. “Then when I came back to life, you turned out to be the first of the old crew I find willing to follow me into Hell.”
“Did you ever doubt me?”
His hand rested on my hip. “I could never doubt my archangel.” I found my mind begging him to run his fingers one after the other over my thigh to pull up my dress. I bit back the fantasy and swallowed it. It didn’t help the stereo switched to a heavier sort of EDM. I glanced up again and saw he had had the same subtle change of mood. I quickly picked up on the changes his expression would do when he would be in the mood, or pick up on my own aroused scent.
That god damned music was not helping. He growled with his sub-harmonics, and my throat went dry as he started making my fantasy happen. “I knew something was starting to show behind your eyes after we killed the psychotic doctor. You came to see me so often.” I bit my lip as gooseflesh erupted on my upper thigh under his claws. “I caught the scent of arousal a few times as well. From frustration, no doubt.”
I flushed a bit as I remembered the days on the first Normandy, where I had no real privacy. At the end of the day, any way to relax would have been welcomed, but it was impossible to find the time between missions and sleeping off the exhaustion. The current Normandy was better. I had been able to hide my small collection of… relationship aids. Until, of course, I had convinced my turian to come to bed with me before the horrors of the Relay. We only had the chance to repeat it once before he had to leave and I was relieved of duty and unable to have visits from anyone.
Again, it could have been anyone helping us get the primarch to safety. Again, it had been him to come to my aid. If you love something, set it free, I think that was the old saying. He always managed to come back into my life with full support on my decisions. I arched into him as the soft skin-like scales of his palms ran over my ass, dipping down to my clothed heat. “I think it’s time we go upstairs.”
I nodded, my head light and foggy. I got up and fixed the dress, not hearing any sign of protest from him. “I have to show you what else Kasumi sent me.”
“Something else besides what I’m losing patience to see under that dress?”
“Mhm, something I’ll leave to your imagination on how it will really look.” I quickened my pace up the stairs, walking on the balls of my bare feet. I strolled right into my closet where I had stored the box and took out the skirt and the shirt, keeping my back to him as he came into the room, stopping in front of the bed. I’d leave the corset a nice little surprise. I wasn’t sure how he’d react to it anyway with those clumsy claws of his. I held the two pieces of clothes up and turned to face him. “So what do you think?”
“I think you have a bit of explaining to do.”
My heart stopped as I saw something dark purple in his grasp. My mind instantly fabricated a story under his intense gaze. “O-oh that was-was a joke. Yeah.” I gave a nervous chuckle and hid the clothes behind my back, suddenly more shy than I had ever been in my life. No one had been able to make me be so horrified and turned on at the same time. My breath caught in my throat as I saw his eyes glint with mischief. Holding my used vibrator. Wearing a look that said “I know you’re lying”.
“Then why is it I smell you on it?” I heard the playful amusement in his sub-harmonics. “I mean, if it was just a gift, I have to wonder about these things. How would your scent be all over this if it was only a jest?”
I tossed the clothes back into the closet with a flick of my wrists. “I… may have been a bit curious on a few things with it.” I narrowed my eyes but smirked, my high slowly taking over once again. “Wait a second. You know what this thing is?”
“Shepard, you keep thinking I haven’t worked around humans before. Or seen vids. I know what these things do.” He glanced at the device, and I somehow felt my nerves trickling away. “From what I understand, it brings more pleasure than a partner could in certain ways. With vibrations most men are incapable of.”
“Some men are intimidated by those things.”
“I don’t see why. It saves energy on our part to go longer.” I saw his eyes shift again as he curled his finger towards him. “Now, if I remember correctly, we’re here for something else to encourage relaxation.”
I felt a wave of the drug wash over my mind and I grinned. The music faintly followed us up in the room, continuing the heavy EDM stream. “Think you have what it takes to give your CO orders, Vakarian?”
I wasn’t expecting his response in the slightest. He gave a sharp, reverberating hiss that took the humor from my flesh. “I think I can.” I was thrown off by how… quiet the humanoid tone had grown, and how loud the reptilian hiss had taken over.
He pulled me into a deep kiss, rolling his tongue with my shorter one. He gripped my hips and forced me closer, giving a sharp growl as he tugged and our bodies met. He ran his fingers up my thighs, under the dress just enough to hook his claws around the sides of my panties. As we rolled against each other, he pulled the garments down until I was able to shift out of them.
I faintly heard something hit the bed. Instantly he used his grip to lift me to his hips. I locked my ankles around him, feeling him still restrained in his pants. He pushed me hard into the wall next to my door, rocking his hips against me, pressing against my clit with his slightly rough clothes.
All the while he was relentless on my lips, pressing back in any way he could, and in all the right ways he had found worked for us. My body crested against him as he ran his tongue down my skin, resting against my neck. His mandibles raked against my skin, leaving faint welts in their tracks. I wanted him. Even I was able to smell it in the air. That only turned me on more, realizing how potent it was to him. Fuck it. He could have control next time.
However, it seemed he was not in the mood for what I had tried to plan. He gave a mildly threatening growl and took us away from the wall, depositing me on the bed, still between my legs so I couldn’t close them. He took both my wrists in one hand and held them over my head as he reached for something out of sight. I didn’t have a chance to wonder what it was as the familiar buzzing from before erupted over my clit, immediately forcing my hips to roll away from him. “Oooh, that is so not fair,” I said, giving a mix of a growl and a laugh.
“Mmn, I could make you dance for me like you did last week with this thing.”
I arched my brows suggestively with a sly smirk. “Y-you don’t need that thing if you want a lap dance, Baby,” I purred, trying to throw him off from his role. I had the drug to thank for my looser tongue. I bucked my hips again, feeling a lump in his pants. I hissed against the contact, and he growled. I assumed his sub-harmonics had taken over his speech for now. Every noise he made was primarily… reptilian in nature.
A purr rolled from his throat. “Not my intentions. Keep your hands here or I’ll stop everything. Do you understand?” I flinched and moaned against a wave caused by the toy, unable to answer. He increased the vibrations, making me hiss. “Since you used this, you must have some experience with them,” he purred into my neck, running his now-free hand up my side, dragging the dress up to my ribs. He hovered over the flesh, his breath tickling my skin. “Don’t lie either. I can smell it every time I go into your cabin at night and you had a little time to yourself.”
I was caught. “Guilty as charged.” I had a hard time keeping my arms over my head as a flash of my nerves shot from my sex. My back lifted from the bed, arching into his exploring tongue. It came again and I knew I was in trouble. Every nerve ending was focused on my sex, the vibrations sending me higher than I already was. He pulled the toy away and set it down so he could run both hands over my hips. I whined in desperation as he ignored me. “You evil son of a bitch.” I flinched as I felt his sharp teeth over my fragile skin.
I thought my body could use a few more scars. The one on my throat had healed on its own, leaving faint white marks that the cybernetics couldn’t heal completely. He reached up and undid the fastenings to his shirt while his hands were free. He tossed the cloth aside, leaning over my frame again while he held himself up with one arm. The other held the vibe to my clit again, the resulting wave went all the way to my head, tilting it back as a moan escaped me. “Touch me, Shepard.”
I felt the blood returning to my arms as I brought them between us, running my fingers over the plates covering his chest, following the shape of them. I let my fingers meet on either side of the ridge between those chest plates, running them up to the bare flesh of his thick throat. Another firmer shock hit me. My nails dug between the smaller scales of his neck. I heard his fingers near my head dig in to the sheets. My head was so light. I couldn’t breathe. It was like I was being slowly constricted. Each breath I let out turned into a shorter and shorter whimper.
I felt myself start to break. I gripped on to his neck and his carapace, pressing myself to him as close as I could as my sex was set ablaze. All he had to do was make one slight adjustment and I snapped. His free arm slid under my back, reducing space for me to arch out of his grasp as he leaned over me, pressing his lips to my neck. I couldn’t handle it. “G-Garrus, stop. Oh fuck I can’t—“
“You’re going to.” There was no arguing in his tone. He gave a rumble of a laugh. “Isn’t that the point of these things? To go beyond what you can handle?”
He had me there. My body trembled a bit from an aftershock. Kasumi was getting roses in the morning.
“And it’s not like I’ll tell anyone what the ruthless Commander Shepard looks like when she comes for me, her subordinate.”
I bit my lip against another wave. “Stop being so good at dirty talk,” I said between my teeth.
“Still don’t think I can take control? I am a turian leader, you know.” He growled as my fingers dug into his neck. I couldn’t take another one.
I gripped whatever part of him I could as I breathed heavily against his scars, pressing my lips to the remodeled flesh. My mind went white and I gasped into his skin. My thighs gripped his waist hard. I let go of his carapace to claw at his chest plates. I felt like I was dying, in a good way. “Baby, no more!” He actually made me squeal as I twitched in his grip at one point, and I knew I was done. I had the sudden urge to press down and my body followed through.
I actually cried. Breathing wasn’t a possibility any longer. He made it worse, if possible.
“I haven’t even begun to indulge you in what I’ve learned,” he hissed. “I’m going to tear that pussy of yours apart. I’m taking you as soon as you come, right when you’re tightest.”
I bit my lip as I continued to teeter on the edge. How the hell had he learned that? And why was he so good at it, even with his usually subordinate vocals.
“Come for me,” he growled. “I want to see it again.” He increased the setting, immediately making my chest tighten completely. Short, breathless screams escaped me at every twitch of my hips. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t feel my fingers as I gripped him hard. My body rolled out of my control. My nails dug uselessly at the plates of his chest. I begged him to stop. I couldn’t breathe.
All at once, air filled my lungs, releasing in a short scream. I felt everything rush to my sex, leaving me tense. Every reverberation made me twitch away. He finally let up and turned the device off.
I fell back into the pillows, my throat dry. I was given no chance to calm down before he growled at me and nudged my hips. I got the hint and rolled over. I lifted my hips for him. He took advantage of the slickness of his teasing and slipped right in to his knot. He put a hand above mine, keeping close to my back as he took me. My muscles clenched against him with every pass of his ridges. He held my hip hard, and I felt his claws start to break skin.
I heard his flanging hisses shifting between his teeth as he took me, sharp and fast, forever taunting me with that knot of his. His weight pressed against me, sliding us forward while he kept my hips up and pressed into him, meeting his harsh thrusts. The free hand that had rested by mine unfastened my hair from its usual ponytail, letting my hair fall into his grasp. With his forearm taking most of his weight, he used our tight situation to his advantage. He used his grip to tilt my neck for him. I felt a shiver of a moan reverberate through his body.
I couldn’t breathe as his teeth sank into the back of my neck, pinning me down farther as his strokes became firmer. We were both sober by then. We didn’t need the high to continue. At any other time, the pain would have made me shoot him in the ass for doing. That wasn’t the case with how he kept them at just the right depth to not sever anything vital. I moaned into the sheets, my fingers gripping them uselessly, trying to find something to hold on to. A knot quickly built in my stomach, amplified by electric surrounding my sex.
He must have felt it by his increased pace. It lost pattern, becoming desperate. His moans came out more and more gravelly.
I wasn’t prepared for him to stop everything and pull out. He knelt back and nudged my hips. I rested on my back, letting him press my thighs to his bared waist. One of his arms slid under my head, careful of his forearm scales. The other laid on the other side, letting him press his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with the sensitive spot under his fringe. He jerked his hips forward, his ridges running over my still-sensitive clit. “Garrus…”
“Beg me.”
I let out a breathless laugh. His hips thrust forward again and I moaned. “Please…” Again. “Oh, fuck.” He kept doing it, making me curse each time.
His chuckle came out as a warped purr. “I love how high of a pitch your voice goes. Like a little mouse.”
Those fucking ridges… I immediately forgot his mouse quip as I arched up into him, my hips seeking his as he continued to thrust through my orgasm. “Fuck me, please Garrus!”
All it took was a subtle shift of his hips. One moment he was drawing out my orgasm, the next, he was part of it, filling me up. I couldn’t handle his never-ending thrusts. One after the other, my muscles couldn’t stop clenching. I held on to his neck, clawing uselessly against the scales as he moaned heavily into my throat.
I couldn’t take it. I pressed my lips to his scars, leaving kisses as I trailed down to his neck, feeling his mandibles twitch against my hair. His free hand ran up my thigh, pressing it against the plates of his ribs. His claws ran down my leg the whole way.
His thrusts left me gasping at each one, my breath on his neck. Without thinking, I sank my teeth into the softer scales, immediately hearing him purr possessively.
My back arched, pushing me full-flush to him as he took me. The free arm held the small of my back in place, knowing I’d keep my leg where he put it.
I almost couldn’t believe it as he managed to hit something I thought to be a myth on the female body. Immediately my moans against his skin increased and I bit harder. He growled, his talons flexing against my skin. “I-If you stop I will kill you, Vakarian.” I squealed the last bit, pressing into his throat again.
He did quite the opposite. His thrusts became animalistic. A sharp stab sent his knot into me. The screams I made with each thrust would have been heard by the level below had we been on the ship.
That urge to press down came again and I did. His thrusts tore through my hold over and over again. All of a sudden, it was too much again.
Luckily his tone and pace faltered. His hips gave a jerk and he pulled out, rubbing against my clit again as he spilled. I released my hold on his throat only when he stopped moving, both of us trying hard to remember the correct pattern to cycle air.
I let my head fall back and ran a hand through my hair, laughing as the air came back in normal tugs. “Holy shit…”
“My thoughts exactly.” His primary vocals had returned. He pressed his forehead to mine, both of us closing our eyes as our hearts were the next things to slow down.
Nothing else existed.
I pressed my lips to his.
The battles didn’t exist.
He pressed back, his fingers holding my cheeks gently, claws entangled in my hair.
Cerberus didn’t exist.
He leaned back, taking me with him, never breaking our pace as he let me straddle his hips. My hands splayed over his pectoral plates.
The Reapers. Those fucking things didn’t exist.
Only this man did. If every glowing scar on my face was what it took to keep us both alive, I’d wear them proudly. I never had a reason to come back from a battle, from a war before. I had no family. I had no one waiting for me at home. I still didn’t. I had someone by my side. And I by his.
He pressed his flat nose to mine. “I love you.” He kissed me again. His breath seemed short again. Almost desperate. “I love you.”
I frowned and held on to his mandibles, looking at him. “What—“
“This mission terrifies me, Shepard,” he admitted, letting me understand his sudden anxiety. “Every single calculation and tactic I can think of, despite our progress, I can’t.—“ He cut himself off and leaned his head to mine. “Even the Collector base wasn’t as bleak as this. We’re running out of preparations. Our military strength is almost complete. We’ve recruited almost every soul in the galaxy.” His arms encased me, keeping me on his legs.
“Which means this nightmare is almost over.”
“I can’t put duty before you.”
My heart clenched at his words, but I had no response.
“Call me a bad turian, but I can’t.”
“Then we don’t.” I found one of his hands and held it in mine. “I’m giving you a new duty. Survive for me. Fight for me. Your duty is keeping yourself alive for me to come home to.”
He laughed, a sound that gave away how scared he really was. “I can do that.”
“And just so you know, I wouldn’t want anyone else out there with me, covering my back.” I gripped his hand. “I’m scared too.”
“That’s how we know we’re still sane. Knowing this could be our last night completely alone… I think what we’re doing is logical.”
“In that case, I think we should start round two.” I put my hands to his face gently, holding him there a little longer. “I love you, too, Garrus.”
We used whatever waking hour we could making sure that, in case it was to be our last night completely alone, it would be one we would be able to hold on to. Regardless of the outcome.
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