Lillian decides that she really must have a deathwish, if making out with your boyfriend hidden inside the hammerhead accounts for something.
"Spirits, Shepard..." Garrus groans under her as she moves her lips from his mouth and down his neck. "Cortez could be back any second!"
"It's fine..." She breathes and sits up to pull off her tanktop. "Said he had some errands to run, won't be back for an hour at least."
She looks down at him and smirks at the small nest they've managed to put together. His head is resting on the messy heap of their pants and his shirt and jacket, a poor attempt for a pillow to him, but they have to make due somehow, especially since it's so damn hot to be on top of him.
"Fair enough..." He grumbles at her answer. "Vega could still discover us though."
"Come on Garrus..." She whispers and leans down again, running her fingers down his sides to his platefree waist. "Do you really want to get dressed again and head up all the way to the bedroom?"
He groans and looks up at the ceiling of the vehicle, his mandibles fluttering in agitation.
"I don't want to move an inch." He confesses then, his subharmonics thick with arousal. His hands slowly trails up her legs to rest on her ass, squeezing lightly when she rubs her hands against his skin. She chuckles and presses her forehead against his.
"That's my man." She says, kissing him. He hums in return and hooks his fingers in her panties to slowly drag them off. Lillian is quick to respond and lifts her leg to help him along, throwing the undergarments aside somewhere under the control panel. She really has to remember to collect them later when they're done.
With the panties gone, Garrus grabs her ass again to pull her up to his chest so he quickly can remove his own boxers. Lillian turns her head and unconsciously bites her lip as his erection makes itself known, hot and heavy against his belly. She hums appreciatively and bends down to kiss him again, her tongue pressing against his mouth. When he answers in kind, it's a bit of a struggle to ease back onto his crotch and still make out.
"Imagine-" She breathes between kisses. "-what we could have done in the Mako."
"That'd be something..." He chuckles. "This liaison didn't exist back then though."
"True..." She mumbles. "What a shame really."
Then she kisses him one last time before she sits up again, her hand reaching down to run her fingers down his cock.
"Spirits..." Garrus groans, before he grabs her waist to lift her up while she positions herself. Lillian wouldn't say that a turian-dick is massively different from a human's, yet it always sets her nerves on fire every time he enters her. A deep thrum escapes Garrus' throat as she moves, and she grins and puts a finger over his mouth.
"Remember sexy-." She smirks. "-that someone can enter the cargo any minute."
He just groans and rolls his head back.
"You're absolutely insane, Shepard."