Shakarian - A promt from masskink. Shepard gets into the habit of using Garrus hips as an armrest. Complete. Short oneshot.
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EDIT: Due to popular demands (lets face it, I'm a pushover. Ask and you shall receive!) There is a part 2. All smut. (Warning: Chapter 2 contains Explicit +18 Sexual Content. If that is not your cup of tea then stay clear of that chapter. Chapter 1 stands well on it's own either way.)
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There was this thing. It wasn't really a big deal, not really, but still, it was weird. Or at least he thought so. Maybe it wasn't so strange among humans? He had never seen anyone else do it, but he hadn't seen that many humans. Okay so he had been working on the Citadel for a few years. Working with and around the soft skinned species every day. Still though, maybe it was something they did back on earth?
Or maybe it was just Shepard. He had noticed she was kind of special, even for a human.
The first time it happened he almost jumped out of his skin. It was right after a particularly bad battle before they left Menae. They were all out of sorts, their armor smudged with dirt and blood, their breath labored. Shepard had taken a bad beating in one of her sides when a tank were torn asunder from a Reaper beam and some of the scraps had knocked her flat on her back. It had taken both Garrus, Vega and two krogan soldiers that happened to pass by to get the thing off her. They had tried to convince her to retreat to base, but Shepard was Shepard and wouldn't hear of it.
That was the only reason Garrus didn't recoil when he felt her elbow shift in and fit snugly on top of his right hip bone. His armor pressed on his under suit below her arm and the soft fabric rubbed deliciously against his sensitive skin there. It sent pleasant tingles throughout his body and he forced down a very turian sounding rumble in his throat. His commander needed to relieve the pressure on her torso, no doubt. He wouldn't be the man to deny her something that would make her hard life a little easier, however temporary.
Still, it was awkward. Even Vega gave him a look. So maybe it was just Shepard being weird after all. The weird did not reach really bad levels until the newly appointed Primarch Victus entered the small prefab they were gathered in.
He stopped flat when he saw them, his eyes expanding slightly, a huff escaping his nose. Maybe humans weren't aware of the... sensitive nature of turian hips, but he was. Garrus crossed his arms in front of his chest and coughed awkwardly.
"So..." he started, trying to play it off as no big deal. "How are things going out there?" His lower vocals only vibrated a little off key as he tried to implore the turian leader to not comment on this strange human behavior.
To his relief the dark turian quickly collected his cool and started to brief them on the situation since they had left the battle field.
Garrus didn't think much more about it for the longest time. Brushing it off as one of those once in a lifetime strange occurrences. He joined his long lost Commander on the Normandy and together they continued their strife against the Reapers, just like old times. He got to know the new crew and squad as they traveled between the stars and despite the war they fell into a comfortable rhythm on the ship.
But then it happened again.
The Normandy was taking another travel in FTL speed across the 'verse and there wasn't much to do for the squad when they had taken care of their daily chores. They got into the habit of gathering in the mess. Some drinking coffee, tea or what have they, while talking, trying to get the hours to go by before their next brush with death. Some would play cards while others bragged about their different adventures. Anything to take their mind off the war.
Garrus just laughed at one of Vega's alleged escapades while he poured himself another cup of dextro-coffee. As he stood behind Tali's chair listening to the rest of the preposterous story an arm snuck in and placed itself in the crook where his hip met his waist. He was completely unprepared for it this time and a deep rumble you wouldn't hear outside a turian couple's bedroom rose from his chest as he started. His fringe blew up slightly and the mug with hot liquid slipped out of his grip and fell, shattering to the floor.
The room quieted for a moment as every pair of alien eyes turned to look at him. He was glad turians couldn't blush.
"How's it going there, Vakarian?" Vega wondered as Garrus bent down on the floor to pick up the pieces of his broken mug. He tried his damnedest to ignore the smug hint in his voice.
"I'm sorry Garrus," Shepard said and went down with him to help with the cleanup. "I didn't mean to startle you. I didn't even know turians could be startled. Aren't they supposed to be some kind of apex predator or something?" There was a laugh somewhere there under her breath.
"No I..." Garrus stuttered but didn't have any clue how to explain it to her. "I..." Then he just gruffed out some air through his nose as some of his gathered comrades laughed at him. Yeah, he was definitively glad turians couldn't blush.
When the mess on the floor was cleaned up he retreated back to his guns. Muttering under his breath about calibrations. He had noticed no one argued or tried to follow him when he used that word.
What the hell? Once could have been an accident, two was suspicious... He shook his head and pushed the thought of the pleasant feeling out of his mind. Garrus had no reason to think the Commander had any idea how the turian pleasure points worked. Filling his head with numbers and algorithms he went back to work.
Third time's the charm they say. If two times was suspicious, three times was a pattern. The third time was also a time were Garrus didn't exactly have all of his faculties accounted for.
They spent a short shore leave between missions on the Citadel and almost all of the crewmen on Normandy had taken their escape to Purgatory, the popular dance club. Garrus was leaning against the wall next to the bar, peacefully minding his own business. Watching the people writhe around the dance floor while sipping his third drink of the evening. When his red headed Commander decides this to be a good time to strut over to him and lean in on his hip once again.
He knew it was an easily available spot to place your elbow for the shorter human, and his jutting hips might look almost made to lounge against. But it didn't make him any favors. It had been long, way to long, since he had seen any action with a woman. He'd been busy dodging bullets and kicking ass the last couple of years to really have time for any such thing. Especially since he seemed to end up around humans with their strict rules about fraternization.
So maybe he was a bit more sensitive than he should have been. Maybe he was a bit too long gone into his drinks to think clearly. Maybe his long time friend smelled a little too good to resist. Whatever the case he let out a rumbling moan when she rubbed her elbow over his hip and looked down at her, a fire building in his gut.
"Only do that if you mean it," he said, casting his voice even lower than usual.
She gave him a confounded look. But before she had the time to object or say anything at all he had gripped her arm and dragged her out onto the dance floor. Shepard must have been a bit into her own drinks since she didn't give up much of a struggle. His big stature made it easy to force their way through the sea of people and when he found a good spot he pulled her close, placing his hands on her waist.
Her finely defined muscles moved tauntingly under her snugly fitted dress and made Garrus rumble deep in his chest. She smiled up at him, her thin fingers tracing his collar and the heat from her body only threw more kindle to the fire in his belly. He felt her heart start to beat a bit faster as he leaned in and, without actually touching her, nuzzled her neck. A delicious scent started to drift up from her impossibly thin, pale skin. So she was responding to him, Garrus had been around humans long enough to know the signs of arousal. The thought of the strong woman, Commander and friend being turned on by him made his own plates start to loosen.
He danced with her, tightly gripping her hips, enjoying her slow movements against his body, for as long as he could stand it. Gradually he started to push her through the crowd again. Back, always back, until they were met with a wall. The breath caught in Shepard's throat and her body tensed for a moment. Garrus was way past the point of caring. All he could feel or hear was her racing heart and her fingers snaking around his neck. He pressed himself against her, pinning her to the wall. Letting his hands explore her alien curves. When his course fingers met the naked skin on her thigh he lingered. He could never have imagined it being so soft. He had never touched her without his gloves on before, and then only to pull her out of the way of a bullet to the head. Or to drag her body into cover when she had taken a particularly bad hit. This was totally different.
Garrus nuzzled her neck again, this time letting his mouth plates scrape her skin. He drew a deep breath of her hair. She smelled fantastic. Like warm summer days on Palaven after rain.
Two small hands pressed against his chest. It forced him to come back from the land of Shepard and it's uninterrupted smooth valleys and hills for a moment.
Green, questing eyes met him.
"What... uhm... Garrus?" Shepard's cheeks took on a rose red hue and he couldn't resist thinking she looked even more appealing now.
"Yeah?" he said, the back of a sharp talon traveling down the flushed cheek, trailing along her jaw and continuing down over her neck. She shivered and closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying his touch.
"What are you..." she continued when she opened her eyes again. He read confusion in them, confusion but also desire, maybe insecurity. He would assure her.
"Well, you started it," he rumbled next to her head, light as a feather he let his nose touch the curve of her ear.
"What do you mean?" Shepard's voice sounded distracted. He took that as a good sign.
Garrus gripped her arms and ran his hands down to her wrists. He placed her hands on his waist and squeezed them slightly, enjoying the feel of her five fingers massaging him. The slightest of moans escaped him that she probably would have missed if they hadn't been so close.
A grin spread on his lips as comprehension slowly dawned in her face.
"But... so you mean... That... You... But..." Her eyes were blown wide, her mouth slightly agape.
Garrus had never seen her stuttering before. He found he liked it.
"You're such a tease," he said meeting her green forest dreams. Letting the fire inside of him pour down in her.
"I didn't know..." she started, still a bit befuddled, but she had started to gather her wits again. Nothing kept her unbalanced for long. Not Shepard.
"I know," Garrus grinned. "Still though..." He tilted his head to one side, going for an innocent look. "If you wanted to take this party somewhere... less public." He deepened his lower harmonics and squeezed her thigh almost unnoticeable. Shepard let out a short gasp. "I wouldn't complain."
"I'm not sure if..." she mumbled hesitantly, but Garrus interrupted her by leaning in on her again, one elbow against the wall behind her. He would have none of that.
Somewhere far back in his head the voice of reason, the voice that wasn't intoxicated with her smell or alcohol. Suggested that maybe she was right. That tomorrow would be very awkward if he slept with his closest friend and Commanding Officer.
That voice was but a distant buzz as his entire focus lay on her lips inches from his own. Her bated breath came in short puffs between her slightly parted lips and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. Or maybe it was his heart? He couldn't tell any longer. When her wet, red tongue darted out for a fraction of a second he felt the fragile wall still between them break and he captured her mouth with his.
Shepard's lips were so, so soft against his and when he carefully touched his tongue against hers he managed to draw a moan out of her. His body burned. Yeah, this would not end here tonight.