Darkness.
The Commander followed the trail before her, ready for anything.
Laughter.
The soft, delicate petals caressed her bare feet.
Ambience.
Soft, red, fluorescent lights flicking into life, revealing exactly what he'd done.
"You've been watching those vids again, haven't you?" She purred, a brow raised.
He said nothing, sat on the end of the bed, wearing naught but a cocky, turian grin.
Warmth.
She made her way to the warm embrace of her soul mate. Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her soft lips against his, lightly fingering the ridges of his neck. His hands wandered to her waist, to her rear, to her legs. He pulled her on top of him, straddling his waist. She could feel him rubbing against her. A hand to her lower back and she arched slightly, as he slowly alternated between kisses and nips along her throat, her neck, her shoulder. Slipping off her top, he travelled further down, licking her supple breast. She kept down the sudden urge to moan as he undid her bra with ease, throwing it to the floor and nibbled at her perked nipple.
"Garrus..." she whispered, "How did you learn that?"
He ignored her, instead preferring to flip her over, onto the rose-petal laden bed. His mouth kept exploring, heading further south, enjoying the sounds her throat made. With great practise, he removed the final barriers to her pale skin. She arched her back spectacularly as his tongue made its way between her legs.
Pleasure.
She was already half gone as he teased her mercilessly.
"Please..." She moaned, tightly gripping the bed, legs spread wide apart. The turian chuckled.
"Not yet." He smirked. He crawled along the bed and lay next to the panting girl, head held up by his arm, his other hand tracing circles around her navel. Her legs deflated onto the bed. "What will you do for more?"
"Anything."
"Anything?"
Hardness.
She smiled at him and pulled herself up. She kissed him hungrily, ignoring her own taste on his tongue, before giving him the same treatment. She slowly made her way down his tensed body, his soft growls giving her pleasure. She licked him down, past where he'd hoped she'd stop. Instead, she nibbled at his thigh, whilst using her hand to pump him.
"That's new." He closed his eyes as her mouth caught up with her hand, gingerly licking, rubbing, pumping. With his hard skin, she felt the need to bite down softly, causing him to moan in amazement. She'd never done this before.
Wetness.
She couldn't take it anymore. She began to make her way back up his body, swinging a leg over him. He held her thighs as she nibbled at his neck before slowly lowering herself onto him. As always, she was never prepared enough. His long, hard girth penetrating her. Rough skin stimulating her muscles. She began to rock her hips, causing him to push his head back, into the pillows. She bit her lip as she rode him, feeling her wetness trickling down them.
Suddenly, Garrus took her hips and began to madly push against her rhythm. She lost the ability to form a coherent thought. He spun them both around and started pounding against her. She held him there with her legs and hands, desperately clawing at his back, still unable to focus on anything but him.
Arrival.
She could feel her body tensing. He leant down and chewed on her neck, still going relentlessly. This was it. The last straw. He held her wrists down on the bed and began to work on her raw nipples as she arched and twisted underneath him, yelling unintelligibly at him, causing him merely to try harder.
"This is it." He growled in her ear. He sat up, gripping her legs and gave it his all.
A vociferous call to the heavens.
Darkness.
Her bed was empty; her pants wet. She looked around for a sign of him.
Realisation.
She giggled to herself before snuggling back under her bed covers.
She sighed contentedly, falling back asleep.