~ Bar At The End Of The Universe ~
"Been waiting long?" "Long enough. What took you?" Shepard and her lover meet up at a bar.
Shepard sat alone in a corner of the bar, swirling the faintly pink liquid around in her glass. The bass from the overloud music thrummed through her body. On the dance floor and around the bar was an assortment of Asari, Salarian, Turian, and any number of other aliens.
But not the one she was waiting for.
Tilting her head back, she took another gulp of her drink, almost draining the glass before placing it down on the countertop and spinning in her seat to watch the people dancing. He'd always maintained that she couldn't dance worth shit, and maybe she couldn't, but she liked to watch other people dancing. So that's what she did.
The song that was playing finished, and another came on, with even more bass and some obnoxious instrument that she couldn't place. It grated on her ears, making her sigh in irritation as she covered one with a hand, leaning that elbow on the countertop.
Honestly, what could be taking him so long? They'd both agreed that this would be the meeting place, right? A group of drunken humans cheered and raised their glasses to her across the bar, and she raised hers in reply before downing it.
If she had to wait much longer, she wouldn't be impressed. Shepard figured she'd waited long enough already. She more than any surely deserved to not be kept waiting, right? After the shit storm her life had gone through, she figured she should be allowed to have anything she damn well wanted.
"Hey."
She couldn't have stopped the grin on her face even if she'd tried. Spinning on her seat, Shepard turned towards the duel-toned voice. "Hey yourself."
"Been waiting long?" Garrus asked as he took the seat beside her, pulling it close enough that they could lean on each other. Shepard could have sighed at the touch of him. It'd been too long since they'd been together.
"Long enough. What took you?" she asked, taking one of his taloned hands in hers, he placing his other on top and squeezing.
"I had some... business to take care of," he replied, leaning forward so that their foreheads touched. They both of them closed their eyes to enjoy the intimate gesture.
"What business?" Shepard murmured. The thumping music had faded to the background, each only aware of the other. The way it was supposed to be.
"Not important," Garrus rumbled, then took Shepard's mouth in a kiss. When neither could breathe, he pulled back and added quietly, "Really not important."
The two spent some time just sitting with each other, holding hands, pressing against each other and kissing. It had been a hell of a journey that they had taken together, becoming first friends, then something more. Something special. Something permanent.
"I guess it is the same, huh," Garrus breathed against Shepard's neck, pressing his face against it.
"Yeah." Shepard smiled into the crook between Garrus' neck and fringe. "Guess something finally went right for us."
"And it only took a lifetime," he chuckled, pulling back to kiss her again.
"Any regrets?" Shepard asked, once her mouth was free again.
"I really would have liked to see our human-turian baby," Garrus replied with a sigh and a smirk before amending, "No. No regrets."
Shepard grinned. "Just as well. I don't think either of us will be going back."
"Does it matter, now that we're both here?" he asked.
"No. Guess it doesn't." Shepard moved herself more into his arms, and Garrus began a deep, rumbling purr.
They sat together at the bar for some time, content in each other's arms, in each other's hearts. Now that everything was done, everything was as safe as they could possibly make it, they could rest. At peace with their lives and the legacy and legends that they left behind.
And Shepard and Garrus were remembered long after their deaths.