"Whoa…consider me seduced, smooth talker…"

Garrus sighed, "It's just…I've had so much go wrong; c-sec…omega… I just want something to go right for a change."

Shepard raised a hand to his face, stroking her hand over the scarred mandible and shivered, biting her lip as she thought again how close she'd come to losing him. Standing on her toes, she pressed her forehead against his and whispered, "It's already gone right, Garrus. You're my best friend…you're more special to me than anyone has ever been. No matter what happens or doesn't happen tonight or tomorrow, this," she gestured between the two of them…. "THIS is perfect…this is right…"

Garrus sighed and watched Shepard shiver again as his warm breath floated over her face, watching her bite her lower lip and he knew; she was right. No matter what happened, even if this night was an unmitigated failure…it was already right because it wouldn't ever take away from their friendship. "It's stylish…but that's mostly from me…" Shepard laughed and Garrus laughed with her.

Hesitantly, Garrus raised a hand to her face, running the back of his finger over her cheek, before reaching up to touch her hair, caught in a haphazard bun. Bumping his forehead with hers, he whispered, "Can you take your…errr…hair down?"

Smirking at him, "Fantasy of yours?", she reached up and released the pins, tossing them to her desk as her hair fell to just above her shoulders. Garrus reached up and caught a strand, running it through his fingers, then running his talons through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. Garrus started as she made a sound; he looked down and saw her eyes closed and realized that little sound was a sound of pleasure. He widened his mandibles and kept his fingers moving through her hair, gently scratching her scalp.

"Like that, do you?"

"mmmmm"

Garrus chuckled, apparently that was a yes. Carefully, he raised his other hand and ran a talon gently over her lips, then gathered his courage, took a deep breath and lowered his head, teasing her lips with his tongue. He felt her gasp and opened his eyes, not even aware he'd closed them. Her eyes were wide and he raised his head, murmuring, "Sorry…was I doing it…" But she reached up and slid her hand behind his neck and pulled his head back to hers, whispering against his lips plates,

"You were doing it just fine…"

Garrus huffed gently, doing his best to keep his vocalizing to a minimum, whispering against her, "Good…glad I practiced…." He ran his tongue over her lips, and she parted her lips, reaching her own tongue out to touch his. He started, he'd read about this, but the feel of her cool, flat tongue was a bit of a shock. Still, he carefully slid his tongue into her mouth, rolling his tongue around with her, touching, feeling her suckle his tongue. His plates were rapidly shifting; he hadn't been aware this kissing would be so…arousing.

Gently, he raised his head and gazed at her face, eyes closed, lips parted and he realized he'd never seen anything so beautiful. He might not have a thing for humans, but he certainly had a thing for Shepard. Shepard slid her hands to his waist, gently stroking through his civvies, he moaned and she hesitated, glancing up, "Was I…"

Garrus shook his head, feeling his plate shift and release his cock, "No…that was wonderful…my waist is…really sensitive…."

Continuing to caress him, she said, "Where else?" So caught up in the delicious feeling of her hands on his waist, then he caught his breath as her fingers slid beneath his tunic to caress his naked waist. Trying to make his mind work with all the blood in his body was not somewhere below his waist, he said, lowering his head to rest his forehead against hers again,

"Fringe…the skin under it… You?"

Shepard nuzzled him, pressing her lips against him, teasing his tongue, then pulling back to whisper, "Breasts…ears…err…"

"breasts? Hmmm….like this?" he raised his hands and cupped her breasts, feeling her moan and arch into him, her breasts filling his hands. He felt a hardness in the center of her breasts and lowered his head to nuzzle them through her shirt. She made that moaning/purring sound again and he had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from responding with a purr of his own. Tugging her clothes, he murmured, "Too many clothes…."

Shepard laughed, leaning back and pulling her shirt off, tossing it to the side. He gazed down at her, the expanse of her skin pale and beautiful. Across her chest was a piece of blue clothe that seemed to cup her breasts the way he wanted his hands too. Gazing at the blue material, he widened his mandibles and said, "Love the color, Shepard…but it's in my way…."

Shepard laughed, reaching behind her to release the clasps, then let the bra fall off her arms, releasing her breasts into his hands. He moaned as she did, and lowered his head, praying he'd read the material correctly. He slid his tongue over the hard parts of her breasts…nipples he remembered they were called. She gasped and arched into him, then tugged at his tunic, "Now you have too many clothes on…"

Garrus chuckled and felt her moan again…so she liked him to vocalize against her, hmmm? That would come in handy. He kept his tongue moving over first one nipple than the other, using one hand to cup her breasts as he used the other hand to undo the closures and drop the tunic off. Shepard slid her hands up his chest, over his plates and down to his waist, making him moan, which made her moan.

Taking a step back, Garrus looked down at her, her face filled with desire and his cock twitched. Spirits he wanted her…her breasts stood proudly, their nipples gleaming with his saliva and pebbled hard. Gently he dropped his hands down to her pants, sliding a hand inside and over her belly, feeling the extra cloth inside her pants. "Shepard…"

"Garrus, don't you think you can switch to Lia? At a time like this, hearing you call me Shepard is really odd…."

Garrus chuckled, then pulled her against his body, letting her feel that he was incredibly aroused; she gasped, rubbing her pelvis against him. "Yeah…I think maybe we're on first name basis now…"

Shepard took his hand and led him to the bed, he watched her bare back as they walked, and once they reached the bed, she turned and he slid his hands back to her pants, undoing the clasp, sliding them off her hips. Under her pants, she wore a tiny piece of cloth that was the same color as the one across her chest.

She smiled at him, reaching out to undo the clasp on his pants and pushed them over his hips. He stepped back and took his pants off, sliding them over his spurs. He stood up and watched her lower her eyes to his groin. He waited, realizing that he was holding his breath. She smiled and reached out, then hesitated, glancing up to him as if for permission. He nodded and she reached out and the moment that her hand closed around his cock, he moaned, his head falling back. "Spirits….yes, Lia…that feels so good…"

She laughed, joyous and when he looked down at her, she looked so pleased with herself, he widened his mandibles. She massaged him, sliding her hands around his cock, stroking him from root to tip. Then she looked up at him and he frowned at the considering look on her face. Then in one move, she sat on the bed, gripped his hips and pulled him a step closer and took his cock in her mouth. Garrus keened, throwing his head back; her mouth was hot and wet and the gentle suction she applied to him nearly undid him. She glanced up at him as he looked down at her and he felt himself harden even more. For obvious reasons, turian's didn't dooral sex. But he'd read about it…even heard some of his friends talk about it. He'd never expected to be the recipient…or to enjoy it as much as he did.

She slid her mouth to the tip of his cock, rolling her tongue around the head, then sliding her mouth back down taking him deep in her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair and he moaned, if she kept this up, he was going to… his voice was hoarse as he said, "Spirits, lia…stop…you have to stop…."

She slid him from her mouth and frowned up at him, pouting. He moaned, and caressed her head and said, "Don't look at me like that, Lia…if you keep that up, we're going to really put this medication of Mordin's to the test by ingesting a lot more than a few skin cells!" Lia threw back her head and laughed, reaching back to touch his cock, but Garrus avoided her hand, reaching down and gripping her ass and picking her up. He knelt on the bed and slid her back up the bed, resting her against the pillows. He crawled up her body, and lowered his head to begin to lick her nipples again. Sliding his hands over her body, stroking and caressing her. She moaned and arched into his touch and he slid his hands inside the cloth across her pelvis and slid them down her legs. Sitting up, he slid them down her shapely legs and then slid his hands up her legs to the juncture of her thighs.

She tensed and he glanced up at her, she was biting her hips again and he leaned over to nuzzle her cheek, whispering, "relax, Lia…amica….relax….I just want to touch you…to see you…." He felt her nod and he ran his tongue over her ear, then sat back and stroked her thighs, feeling her relax and her legs spread. His first thought was that she had hair over her genitals. He ran his fingers through the hair and found that unlike the soft, silky hair on her head, the hair between her legs was short, curly and coarse. He separated the hairs and they sprang back; he huffed, leaning over and scented her. She smelled like desire, like need and he moaned, purring.

She heard a strange sound come from him, raisin her head to listen. It was almost like a deep, chuffing purr. She began to comment on it, when he decided to do more than pet her pussy. He reached down and separated the flesh of her pussy, moaning as he saw the glistening wetness. Spirits, she was wet and ready for him and she smelled so damn good. Sliding one finger between the flesh, which were almost like lips, vertical instead of horizontal, but similar in build, he heard her gasp. Sliding his finger out, he brought it to his face and sniffed, moaning then gathering his courage, he slid his finger into his mouth, tasting her. She gasped; and they both waited a few breaths to see if he'd have a reaction. When nothing happened, he smiled and lowered his head, nuzzling her pussy. She gasped and arched toward him, her legs spreading wider.

When his nose slid over one part of her, she actual arched almost violently toward him, gasping and writing. He reached down with his fingers and separated the lower lips of her pussy and exposed her, gazing at the top of her pussy and seeing a little nub there. Glancing up at her face, he saw her head was thrown back, eyes half lidded as she watched him. Her mouth was partially opened and she panted.

Smiling, he reached his tongue out and began touched that little nub and nearly had her wrapped around his face. Smiling in his unique turian way, he moved to kneel between her legs, holding them open, his arm now resting across her belly, holding her still. He used his mandibles to separate the lips of her pussy, and applied his tongue to her sensitive area. She arched, crying out, reaching out to touch his head. He growled and she gasped again, her hands almost of their own accord beginning to massage and rub his fringe as she'd been doing to his cock earlier.

He kept licking at her little nub, feeling her body respond to him, then with another glance up at her pleasure wracked face, he slid one finger against her, replacing his tongue. "What this called, Lia…"

Gasping, she was arching against him, but she managed to gasp, "My clit…it's…god, Garrus, that feels so good…if you keep that up, I'm going to cum…."

Smiling, he murmured, "How often can you cum, Lia?"

She shook her head, arching but not able to get far thanks to the arm across her. "As many as you can make me cum…." Garrus smiled, that was a relief. He wanted to bring her to pleasure…to make her "cum" with his mouth…but he also wanted to be inside her when she found release.

Lowering his head again, he began to lick her clit again, and then ran his finger down and slid it inside her body, feeling her tunnel tighten and loosen around him. Just the imagination of what that was going to feel like around his cock made him even harder. He spread her legs a bit further and lowered his head, sliding his tongue deeply inside her tunnel, then sliding back up to her clit. He slid one finger inside her, moving it in and out as he licked her clit; soft and hard, alternating. Before long, he felt her begin to quiver, gasping and writhing, her hands working his fringe nearly to his undoing. Then her legs tightened around his face and she cried his name, and he felt her cum. He kept licking her, stroking her gently and until she began to calm back down.

He kept stroking her with his finger as he watched her face. She moaned and her hands were still massaging his fringe. He nuzzled his way up her body, until he was kneeling between her legs, his hands on either side of her shoulders, his face close to hers. He finished lowering his head and licked her, and she responded by meeting his tongue with her own. She arched toward him and whispered, "God, Garrus…that was so good…."

Smirking at her, he nuzzled her and said, "I take it you enjoyed that…."

She laughed and pressed kisses to him chin, his mandibles, and down his throat. He moaned, and lowered his head to nuzzle her again, whispering, "I want to be inside you , amica….."

She did something he didn't expect, she arched up, wrapping her legs around his waist and placed her feet flat against his ass, arching up towards him. He gazed down at her, surprised and she chuckled, "Guess I'm more flexible than you thought?"

"Mmmmm", he was still purring, but neither was thinking about it. He moved himself a bit and the head of his cock slid into her pussy as though drawn there. She gasped and moaned, he went still. She was tight and wet. He moaned, "Spirits, Lia…..you're tight…am I hurting you?"

"Gods no, Garrus…I love it….please…..fuck me…."

Garrus growled, and began to stroke himself inside her, until he was hilted there, their pelvis rubbing together. She gasped and arched up to him as he thrust deeply, before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back inside her again. It took a few tried, but the fell into a rhythm, and way too quickly, he felt his body tighten, preparing to cum. She gasped, cumming for the fourth time since he'd thrust inside her the first time. That made her tunnel tighten around him until it was almost painful, then release, before tightening again. That brought him to the edge and her hands squeezing his fringe sent him over the edge.

Garrus was shocked when he felt his seed spurt inside her; that had been unexpected. For turians, there was two different types of sex; mating and breeding. A male only bred with his mate. Garrus wasn't thinking of that, however, as his body reached the release and spurted his seed inside her, he had the uncontrollable need to sink his teeth to her shoulder. Latching on, he felt her scream his name and cum again writing beneath him.

Panting, Garrus rolled to the side, taking her with him and he realized something else; he was stuck. The base of his phallus had swollen and he was now stuck inside her body and had NO idea how to tell her. Before he could say anything, however, she raised her head, face flushed and said, "are you…purring?"

Garrus clenched his mandibles, "I'm sorry…I tried to control the vocalizations…"

"NO! I love it, Garrus….it's….it's just perfect."

"It's not too…awkward?"

She shook her head, "god no…I honestly love it….purr all you want…"

Part of him wanted to tell her it wasn't a "purr", but she seemed so happy, he didn't. Then he frowned, "Lia...amica…there is something else…."

She snuggled close to him, his arms around her, holding her to him. "I love that you're cuddling me, Garrus…this is….this has been the most perfect…." Her voice trailed off and Garrus sighed and said,
"Yeah, it has…but amica, I have to tell you…I'm stuck".

Raising her head, she met his eyes, frowning, "huh?"

Garrus sighed, "When a turian male…errr…cums…. Spirits, amica…my phallus swells and keeps me inside you. I should have mentioned the possibility, but…"

Lia gave a little squirm, that very nearly had him rolling them both over and fucking her senseless again, and said, "I like it…it's…hell, Garrus…do you know how many human women would give their left arm to have their man hold them after making love?"

He looked down at her, surprised, "It's not common?"

She snorted, "Hell no…most guys finish and roll over and go to sleep..."

It was Garrus turn to snort now, "Not something you'll ever have to worry about…."

She smiled at him and he clutched his mandibles, realizing what he'd said, "I didn't mean to imply…"

She ran her tongue over his mouth, and his tongue came out to twine with hers. When she broke the kiss, she said, "Garrus…I think we both knew from the beginning this wouldn't be just blowing off steam…" now she looked worried, "or at least…I didn't. I guess I just assumed that we'd…well, that you and I…."

It was Garrus turn to nuzzle her now, "Yeah, amica…I know. At this point, I have no desire to let this be a one-time thing….of course, you know what that means, right?"

Frowning, she said, "Could mean a lot of things…what in particular are you talking about?"

He chuckled, "It means, you and I both have to live through tomorrow…because I just found you, just got you here with me…and I'm not losing you ever again…"

She smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his chin as she said, "Back at you, big guy…"

She settled down with a sigh, snuggled close to him, held securely in his arms as he was held to her by her legs. Eventually they slept; tomorrow was going to be hell…but at least they were walking into it together.

Just like old times.