Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews. Let me know what you think. Chapter 3 is coming up. Oh, PS: I always had issue with the lack of sleeping space on SR1 so I made up a crews sleeping quarters type area that may have been "behind the scenes" in game, so lets just go with that. Hahah!

PPS: Chaanged the rating to M, cause I don't wanna get in trouble.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bioware's awesome characters or games. I just write about them for fun.


Skin

He jolted awake suddenly. Slowly he reached over the side of the cot for his omni-tool. The orange holographic images nearly blinding him, he checked the time. 0300 hours. Heaving a sigh, he let the tool fall quietly to the floor and shifted himself around in bed. He fluffed his flattened pillow and turned onto his side. He frowned and squeezed his eyes shut. Normally his sleep went uninterrupted. None of the men in the shared quarters snored, usually. He must have had a dream or something, he couldn't remember. He didn't really care, he just wanted to sleep.

He was looking forward to tomorrow. The Normandy had entered the Kepler Verge just as the night shift began, and by morning they would reach the Herschel System, where he could finally confront that twisted bastard Saleon. Just like Shepard promised him. He smirked. Oh, was he looking forward to it. He drifted off contentedly, his mind relaxed and his body soon followed, the grin on his face slipping away.

It seemed like only a minute later when he was suddenly aware of movement at the foot of his bed. His eyes flew open, but it was too dark to see who it was that had started crawling on top of him. The intruder inserted themselves between him and the thin covers, and Garrus realized who it was. He recognized the scent of lavender as she straddled him. His heart thudded violently in his chest.

It was Shepard. Here, in his cot. In a room full of six other sleeping marines. Shepard.

His brain was short-circuiting, trying to register what was happening as he felt the warmth of her body against his, felt her hands slide up his chest. What the hell was happening? As shocked as he was, as many questions as he had, he was powerless to the intense desire coursing through him as she writhed on top of him. He wanted to reciprocate her actions, wanted to grab her and dig his talons into the supple skin of her hips. Instead he swallowed the instincts he felt flooding to the surface and tried to speak, quietly, for fear of being discovered by anyone waking up.

"Shepard, what-?" She silenced his weak protest before it even began, pressing a finger to his mouth and shook her head, her black slept-in hair falling over her shimmering green eyes, reflecting the electric blue of his own. He shut up, his body aching as he watched her move, his sight adjusted so that he could make out her form in the dark. She sat across his waist, in nothing but her white N7 tank and black exercise shorts. The fabric of the shirt had ridden up and exposed her well-toned abdomen, the blanket feebly covering her lower back.

She flashed a bright smile, leaning in close to his face, and nuzzled his neck, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. She reached her arms up past his shoulders, but in doing so lost her balance on the tiny bed. Garrus' reflexes reacted and his talons went straight to her hips, holding her steady. He noticed how bare her thighs were, how soft, and he couldn't help but give them a squeeze.

She must have approved because her hips started to rock against him, suggestively, and her hands fondled the fringe at the back of his head, tugging gently. The combination felt so good, he couldn't stop himself from groaning with pleasure. Oh Spirits, how did she know?

Her body emanated heat, he could feel the blood pulsing through her, and his own arousal was becoming apparent. He couldn't resist any longer, the raw hunger overwhelmed him. It was too much. His hands ran up her thighs and to her ass, piercing her with his talons, eliciting a little gasp. She was kissing and licking his neck and collar, and his chest rumbled win a deep, low growl. He needed her.

He sat up slightly and wrapped an arm around her waist. Shifting in the bed, he swiftly reversed their positions, flipping her onto her back, her legs still wound around his body. The metal legs of the cot squeaked faintly, but he was too preoccupied to care. He stared down at her, eyes filled with a predatory intent. He opened his mouth to say something when she arched upwards and caught him in a kiss. A human kiss.

He'd completely forgotten what he was going to say.

Her lips were soft and wet and she pressed them lightly against his tougher turian mouth. He didn't know quite how to respond, he'd never been kissed by a human before. But he didn't care, he just followed her lead. She traced her tongue along the edges of his mouth and he opened up to her, allowing her to explore his fangs with her tongue, before meeting her with his own. He tasted her hot little mouth, sucking on her, careful not to hurt her, running his longer, sturdier tongue across her blunt teeth. The need to catch his breath forced him to separate himself from her, but lasted only a second before she grabbed his fringe and pulled him back down to her eager mouth.

Their breathing was heavy now.

He bit her bottom lip, gently so as not to break the skin, and she let out a raspy hiss. She clawed the back of his neck and pushed into his body with her hips. He acquiesced. His hands had found their way up her back and under her tank top. He pulled it down, the thin straps rolling down her shoulders with little encouragement, and her breasts fell into view. He massaged one of those magnificent mounds of flesh with one hand and tugged on her soft black hair with the other. He felt her body shudder in response, so he kept at it. Her hands ventured south, tickling him as she felt along the plates of his bare abdomen. He stifled a chuckle before she slipped under his pants to stroke him, the laugh quickly morphing into a deep, appreciative growl. She sighed happily in return. Still kissing him, she used her free hand to pull away at her shorts. He helped her remove them from one leg, leaving them to hang around her left ankle.

He leaned down and nuzzled between her breasts before returning to her for a kiss. She smiled into his mouth and popped him out of his pants, wrapping her warm little five-digit hands around him. He couldn't stand it anymore, he had to have her. They could be quiet. He was about to make her his when suddenly everything turned white.

Garrus blinked several times, his heart pounding, adjusting his eyes to the bright lights on the ceiling. He looked around the room, only to see empty beds. He was completely alone. The abrupt awakening had come from his omni-tool alarm, set for 0700. He groaned, loudly, and rolled over, reaching for his tool. The alarm had been repeating for twenty-three minutes. He shut it off and dropped it. He laid there, staring at the ceiling until his heart slowed, and rubbed his face.

He couldn't believe the dream he'd just had. It was all kinds of wrong. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the cot, hanging his head in his hands. Shepard.

Commander Shepard.

By the Spirits, he was going to have a hell of a day.