The war was over, reapers are gone and the galaxy was slowly rebuilding. However, her job was not over.
Aranel sighed as the hot water cascaded down her skin followed by the soapy suds from her lilac body wash. Her hands slide up her torso to feel the smooth supple skin free of scars and bruises. Her body healed quickly after the destruction of the crucible and for that she was glad.
She braced her hands on the tiled wall and let the water rinse her hair out. Her forehead pressed against the cold tile as her thoughts turned inwards thinking of the recent events. The Normandy had been repaired and the Council, after being replaced, were getting ready to send her on another Spectre assignment.
Ignoring the thoughts of work her mind focused on a more pressing matter.
As the water rained on her head she let out a deep sigh, 'Garrus...what are you hiding...'
Turning the water off, she toweled off the moisture on her skin and pulled on the black silk robe Kasumi had given her after her recovery in the hospital. She stepped into her room and noticed Garrus sitting on her bed.
"Ara, we need to talk..." his eyes focused on a spot just right over her shoulder.
"Oh? Here you come to peep and now you're giving me orders? How coy of you Gar-,"
"Aranel that's not funny, especially not right now," he snaps in annoyance.
She holds her hands up placatingly, and slowly moves to her vanity table. She sits down, and pulls the brush through her hair watching his reflection through the mirror.
"What is it, Garrus," her eyes dropped to focus on his.
"..."
He only let out a sigh as he tried to come up with the words to say. She put the brush down and bit her bottom lip.
"Garrus just say it. What do you want?"
He looked at her with pained eyes, "I've been elected for Primarch..." He rests his hand on her lap, "I have to return to Palavan tomorrow morning."
Hopeful, Aranel gripped his hands, "Congratulations, Garrus!"
Garrus withdrew his hands, "I'm not done..."he shifts back a bit, "As a Primarch I have to set an example for my people and I..."
Aranel's heart started pounding, tears swelling up in her eyes.
"While it would be great and all dating the Saviour of the Galaxy, but I-"
"Aranel! Are you ready yet?!" Liara's voice shouted from downstairs of the apartment.
She sucks in a breath, lifting her head trying to regain composure,
"G-give me one sec to put my dress on...A-actually, just...just go, Garrus and I will met you at the club, alright?" she called down the stairs.
Garrus' face twisted in agony, "Aranel, now is..I don't think we should-"
She grabbed his face and planted weak kisses, "Just...let me have just this one night...please?"
He nodded and presses his forehead against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist to pulling her tightly into him.
"I lov-" he started to say but she presses her finger to his lips.
"Let's go."
The group piles into a booth with drinks scattered on the table between them. Her hand clutching Garrus' tightly under the table. She taps her glass lightly as the group quiets down.
She held out her glass filled with bubbly delight, "A toast, a toast to those we lost. May you watch from your version of heaven and know that we'll never forget you. A toast to you all, each going your own separate ways to rebuild what you've lost and know that my heart goes with you. Liara, I hope you don't let your new found position get to your head," she grins as she turns to the next. "Tali, may your home in Rannoch be as beautiful as you imagined, James and Ashley, I believe a congratulations are in order," she gestures to the couple cuddling in the corner. "And to Garrus...or should I say the new Primarch of Palavan..."
She looks down as the group quiets down even more, their focus on the two of them as she tosses back the shot before sitting down.
"Here, here..." Joker raises his glass.
She reaches for another shot glass quickly downs it. Letting out a soft hiss as the alcohol burns her throat.
"The Council has sent me dossiers for the new crew members. They should begin arriving tomorrow. Not that they could ever replace any of you," she winks to the group as they give a light chuckle. "With that said, I believe I'm going to return to my apartment now. You guys can continue to have fun and feel free to crash at my place," the lights of the club hid her tear stained cheeks she made her way out of the booth.
Garrus bit out a curse and quickly followed behind her.
Once he caught up to her he could only mutter out a few words, "Aranel...I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, Garrus it really is. You know, I knew from the moment I met you that you were destined for great things," she gave a tearful chuckle and a weak smile, "Look, this...this is your chance. This is your chance to do what is best for your people. Everyone will be looking up to you, Garrus Vakarian...I guess you're a good turian after all, right?"
A bulge lifted in Garrus' throat as he looked deep into her eyes.
"...Come on, tonight, just for tonight, lets just make it a night to remember..." she tugged his hands and they raced out the club.
As they arrive at the apartment he carries her through the doors and up the stairs placing her in the middle of their bed. He quickly unhooks his clothes and reaches for her as she kneels in the middle of the bed.
"Rip it..." she gestured to her dress.
"No," he slides the tip of his talon into the zipper loop pulling it down.
Her smooth skin tingled as she gave a him a sneer. She quickly forced his hand down tugging the dress off her shoulders. She then laid down and scooted up the bed pulling her black satin panties off chucking them across the room. She held out her arms as he crawled in to join her.
His hands slid up her waist to cup her breast as he leaned his head down nipping at her neck. His erection pressed tightly against the curve of her ass as he presses her down forward. With a low moan he slid his erection between her legs rubbing against her core, his hands gripping her waist tightly.
"Please..." she whimpered as her hips rocked against his.
He let out a soft growl as he slid himself deep into her, burying himself to the hilt. She slowly moved against him setting the pace. Rocking against him slow and steady she moaned loudly as his grip tightened around her waist pulling her closer. Leaning her up against his chest he angled his hips under hers feeling her inner walls close tightly around him as he slid a hand to her front starting to rub the nub of flesh at the apex of her thighs.
"That's it Aranel...don't hold back..." he rasps deeply into her ear while his tongue lightly traced the small shell.
She bit back a groan as she flexed her legs causing her inner walls to tighten around him signalling her orgasm. His follows shortly afterwards, his mouth and tongue licking the curve of her neck and shoulder before his teeth sink in marking her. They fell limp on the bed as he tucked her into his chest. He held her tight against him. her lilac scent filling his mind as he let out a soft rumbling purr falling asleep.
Her hand reached up to touch the bite mark on her neck, her fingers coming away bloody.
"Garrus...what did you..?" confusion in her voice.
When he doesn't stir, she turns and shakes him, watching as his blue eyes open and stared uncomprehendingly at her hand. His eyes slowly drift to her neck and he freezes.
"Oh shit..." he quickly climbed out of bed and ran to the bathroom for a medi-gel. "I'm so sorry Aranel!" he applied it to her neck in distress.
He sat back as she began to laugh with tears sliding down her cheeks in a mix of blood and med-gel.
"It's okay...I'll remember you by it," she said sadly before laying back down on the bed, her back facing him.
He let out an unhappy sigh and climbed back into bed, tucking her back into his chest he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Morning came, she found herself alone. Left in his play lay a single blue palavan rose. It held a warm spicy scent.
"Good bye...Garrus..."
