Written for the Mass Effect Kink Meme in response to a prompt.
It was on Illium that she found it, oddly enough. Or not so oddly, if you considered that Asari and Human physical structures weren't all that different. And that Illium prided itself on being the place you could get anything. The price was obscene, but she was sure it would be worth every credit.
The Asari saleswoman had been all too happy to help Shepard. She'd been efficiently divested of her clothing and re-dressed a half dozen times before the Asari had finally smiled. But it was perfect. She couldn't have asked for anything better.
It was lace. Black lace with red trim.
She wore a red dress, one that hung on her just soto set off the narrowing at her waist and the flare of her hips. She had fished out high heels from the back of her closet, and she'd put on the thigh-high lace-edged stockings to round out her outfit.
She'd pinned her hair loosely on top of her head, spending twenty minutes making it look like she'd just twisted it up. Long strands of red hair fell artfully around her face and down her neck.
She'd strode confidently through the Normandy, to the main battery where she knew he'd be.
"Garrus," she spoke confidently, a small smile teasing her lips.
She knew the exact moment he saw her because his eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open, just a bit. Later, she might tease him about it, but for the moment she made a point of just enjoying his reaction.
"Uh-" He'd been frozen.
She'd closed the distance between him, one deliberate step at a time, putting a little twitch in her hips to make her skirts swing. Her hand had come up to rest upon his scar. He leaned into her touch, his eyes still locked on her.
She smiled.
"Got a minute?" She asked.
"Definitely."