"Please Garrus, it will only take a second." She beckoned toward him as she lay sprawled across her own bed. Avoiding eye contact, he let out a low groan, though he frowned, or whatever turians did with their mouths to relay an expression, he didn't really mind what was requested of him. His lover was always very peculiar when it came to one subject.
He stood slowly from his place on the couch, his muscles strained as he stretched his arms and legs.
"Alright, but just one more time. Few people get to see this side of me. You know Shepard," She smirked as he sauntered closer to her, her dark hair fell into her eyes and her smile grew a little more dangerous as an empty bottle of wine rolled onto the floor. "You really should treasure my company more."
He sat by her side on the edge of the bed, his chest turning a deep shade of cobalt blue as she pressed her cheek against his back, and wrapped her fingers delicately around his narrow waist.
He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of his tunic. Undoing a latch on his second knee, he slid one of his boots off. Wiggling what Shepard referred to as his piggies, his claws attached themselves to the plush carpet of the captain's cabin. He removed the other boot as Shepard crawled into his lap, giggling happily as his claws moved against the carpet.
"Vakarian, I order you to lay down." He looked down at her as she placed a sloppy kiss on his mandible, slowly backing himself up onto the head of the bed, sleepily watching Shepard as she moved off of his body and his legs.
He cringed as she hit the floor and took his left foot in her hands and squeezed the bottom of his toes, watching as his claws slightly retracted in and out.
He hummed in his throat, trying to distract himself from the pleasure pain that was Shepard tickling his feet. He hissed and blushed deeper, a low laugh beginning to form from the hum in his throat. Shepard smiled and hiccuped, she placed gentle kisses on the pads of his feet, nuzzling them and nibbling them slightly.
She ran her tongue down the length of his foot, caressing the flat of it gently with the tip of her tongue he squirmed and gritted his teeth as she nibbled.
"Fh-Fox! What are you d-doing?!" He dug his talons into the bed, the blanket ripping slightly.
She had never done this before. He tried his best to not move, to please her in this small way as was apparently human custom when it came to the tickling, which he was not too good at, as proved by the fine scratches on Shepard's rib cage and stomach. He wiggled and squeezed the mattress under him, trying not to howl in protest as she began on the other foot.
She pressed her fingers to the pads of his feet, laughing softly as Garrus struggled to keep from ripping the blankets to shreds. He whimpered slightly as she kissed the side of his foot, her tongue dancing from one side to the other, flicking across his toes gently. She smiled a dangerous smile.
One only Fox Shepard was capable of.
