Hey folks! For anyone who's still (very) patiently waiting for an update on FSoS, firstly, thank you! And secondly, don't worry - I haven't forgotten about it! I've recently started work on a new chapter and it should be with you soon, though with a newborn and a two-year-old to look after, my writing time is not as ample these days. I apologise profusely for the delay. Blame life, it has a wily way of distracting me!

In the meantime, have some smut! This is just a rambling collection of drabbles and one-shots between my favourite turian and my femShep that I've had stashed away for some time. Plot not included. They need some editing so I'll be adding them one at a time.

Disclaimer: I do not own any the characters or affiliations here mentioned. They belong to Bioware. Lucky, lucky bastards.

Aqua Vitae

Water did wondrous things to human skin, Garrus thought, as he watched it run in rivulets down Shepard's back. The heat of it flushed her complexion a rosy hue where it gathered around her ankles. It even formed little wells and currents as it flowed round her breasts and bottom. It was captivating, almost as much as the sight of her naked. Almost…

She hadn't noticed him yet, lurking in the doorway of her tiny shower room, shamelessly spying. Spirits, she was sexy. He'd never really thought of a human as sexy before he'd met Shepard. They were simply alien. Squishy. Small. Weirdly bendy. Granted, they weren't all that dissimilar from asari - not in appearance at least - but considering he'd never found asari attractive either, it came as a surprise to find himself ogling Shepard's less-than-turian features. Her large, expressive eyes, her trim, toned waist, her breasts – oh yes, did he like those. They were so responsive! It was more than just her appearance, though. Every little thing she did oozed sex: every word, every smile, every motion of her strange, plateless limbs. It was a small wonder he managed to keep his focus on the battlefield with that curvaceous human backside swaying so temptingly in front of him.

She was washing her hair now, applying the sweet smelling soaps that her kind used to clean such an area. It always amused him to see it wet. Human hair was hardly functional at the best of times but damp? Well, it just sort of flopped around uselessly like a fish out of water. It was fun to pull on though, he recalled fondly. To grab in the heat of the moment and -

"Are you just going to stand there?" Shepard spoke suddenly, catching him off guard. "Or do you plan on joining me at some point?"

Garrus's mandibles twitched in a guilty smile. Of course she knew he was there - he really should have known better. Thanks to her cybernetic implants, Shepard's senses were almost as good as his own. Glad he'd not bothered to dress, he stepped into the narrow stall and under the stream of the warm water.

"Better?" he asked, as he slipped an arm around her bare waist. Her soft, smooth skin against his own never ceased to look strange but he would never deny how good it felt. Just being close to her like this always got him going, heating his blood with the beginnings of arousal.

"You're a little chilly, Vakarian" Shepard purred, her own arms reaching up to tangle around his neck. "Let's see if we can't warm you up, hm?"

"I know a nice, warm spot," he growled in reply. He licked teasingly at the column of her throat and was pleased by her gentle moan and the intoxicating scent of her arousal as her pheromones flickered into life. She seemed to have no awareness of these magical chemicals or just how crazy they drove him. More than once he'd inadvertently sparked her lust and spent all night on the verge of committing an act of public indecency because of those maddening hormones. Right now, they were merely teasing the edge of his consciousness but soon he knew they'd be raging in his bloodstream, filling him with an all consuming need. A warm, wet body rubbed up against his own and he groaned, voicing his growing hunger.

"Damn," he rasped. "This was definitely worth getting up for…"

"It will be," smiled Shepard. Her hands stroked his fringe teasingly, evoking another feral sound from his throat. Desire surged, awakening his most primal of needs, and he felt his pelvic plates begin to shift to accommodate the swelling of his groin. He wondered if she could smell his arousal as much as he could smell hers; it was hard to tell with humans. He glanced at her face. Those fascinating green eyes of hers were half lidded and alive with carnality.

"Garrus," she purred and she managed to straddle his thigh in one sleek movement, rubbing her sex quite shamelessly against his tough skin. Even under the spray of water, he could feel her wetness, warm and sticky upon his leg. His rapidly growing erection pulsed with need.

"Look what you do to me," she moaned against his skin. "Just the thought of you drives me crazy." Her mouth returned to his throat again, a dexterous pink tongue dragging lines of fire across the sensitive skin there. "I want you to fuck me, Garrus," she whispered. "Fuck me so I hard I won't be able to walk for a week."

The words went straight to his cock and he growled again.

"So obscene, Commander…" he rumbled, nipping at her own neck lightly with his teeth. She hummed her approval, tilting back her head to give him better access. He breathed in deep the sweet, foreign scent that was Shepard and her pheromones hit him like a shot of Ryncol. He reeled against the urge to slam her against the tiles, panting heavily into her wet hair.

"What's up, turian?" she teased, as he struggled to keep himself in check. "You like that?"

"Fuck," he cursed, and he rubbed his sensitive hardness against the smooth plane of her stomach, groaning noisily at the sweet friction it produced. He needed her now, before this went too far. Impatiently, he grasped her taught backside and pulled her up until their hips were level. The very tip of his cock hovered at her sodden entrance and, as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, she sheathed him to the hilt inside of her. A long, strangled sound erupted from his throat. Sprits, was she tight…and wet… and so very, very deep. He was always so astounded that her petite frame could accommodate every inch of him, stretching around his girth. He gave her a moment to accustom, listening to her labored breathing, before shoving her roughly against the glass and beginning to move. His thrusts were slow at first, partly from some apprehension for her wellbeing that he could not quite shake, despite knowing she was tougher than she looked; however, it was also his revenge for teasing him so wickedly. It was clearly effective. Shepard gave a frustrated whine at his languorous pace, trying for all her might to push hard into his hips. But he pinned her fast and smirked at her little howl of frustration.

"Dammit, Vakarian," she hissed, her eyes flashing. "What part of 'fuck me' didn't you understand?"

"What's up, human?" the turian growled, nibbling at her neck again to hide his grin. Her muscles twitched in agitation, eliciting a little burst of pleasure and a throaty moan from him. He continued to thrust light and shallow, biting down the tip of his tongue in attempt to keep his control.

"Oh God, will you just pound me already?" Shepard nearly screamed in frustration. She ground her hips down, impaling herself as best she could with him pinning her to the glass. It was such a wickedly desperate act of wantonness and it was more than he could stand. Snarling, he drew back and began to fuck her with all the ferocity that she craved. Her head went back, her eyes closed in unadulterated bliss, and the blunt little talons of her hands scraped tantalizingly across his spinal plates. Melodic cries mingled with primal grunts, a symphony of pleasure to accompany their vigorous coupling. She felt so good around him – so tight, so wet – and he knew he could not last long this way. Determined to take her with him, he nuzzled eagerly at a generous breast, letting his long tongue tease what he knew to be a sensitive spot. Shepard moaned, her passage flexing, and he knew he was on the right track. Tongue licking and hips snapping, he pounded his human lover to the brink of ecstasy, reveling in her hot, soft body and her delicious little sounds of ecstasy. He was close, so damn close, and he knew she was too from the increased tension in her lower body and the breathy little gasps that fell from her lips in her strange, alien tongue that his translator couldn't cope with.

"Gar-rus," she managed, in a raw voice that made him quiver. Her grip on his back tightened and he could feel her delightfully slick passage begin to convulse with her orgasm, milking his cock. He followed with a hoarse shout not moments later, filling her snug little crack with thick ejaculate. Their erratic thrusts slowed and then halted, and he all but fell forward onto her well-cushioned chest, panting.

"Holy shit, Garrus," she murmured breathlessly, burying her face in his neck. The satisfaction in her tone was obvious and he felt his male ego swell at having gratified her so fully. They remained that way for a moment, their bodies still joined, listening to one another's rapid heartbeats as the steamy water cascaded over them. Only when his erection had softened and retreated, did he pull back to look her in her emerald eyes.

"Was that what you wanted, Commander?" he asked, mandibles twitching into a sly smirk. She returned his smile, her fingers drawing lazy lines up and down his back.

"Everything and more," she purred.