A/N: Thanks for the reviews, faves and alert subscriptions! I feel so loved! I don't know how Vulcans do it, but if they get nasty when they don't get some then yea. I put heat in quotations on purpose. I know only females go through it. In the story he says he's rutting. Thanks for the feedback though. :]
Garrus got lucky. Shepard had already decreed that the Normandy would be docking at Illium as soon as possible. Apparently she had some business with Liara. Once the ship was docked and he had sent a message to Shepard telling her that he was taking some shore leave on his own and would see her when the Normandy was ready to depart, he left. He could only hope that she wouldn't take offense to his brisk disappearance.
"Wow, you're actually leaving the ship without Shepard holding your leash. I'm impressed." Joker said, his voice literally dripping in sarcasm. Garrus lunged at the captain's chair with a snarl and hovered over the pilot's fragile form.
"I'm in a bad mood, human. Don't tempt me." He growled inches from Joker's bloodless face.
"Alright man, sorry. I didn't know you were so touchy." Garrus turned without a second glance and exited the airlock.
"What the hell's up with dinosaur boy?" Joker asked the Commander as she, Grunt and Tali strode passed him on the way to the airlock.
"What are you talking about gimp boy?" She said without batting an eyelash at his offensive comment to her possible boyfriend, but still looking concerned. That message was too impersonal for things to be okay.
"I made a comment about him leaving on his own and he nearly ripped my head off." Joker said making claws with his fingers.
"Jeff, that is a bit of an exaggeration." EDI chimed in, chastising her comrade as was the norm.
"I don't know your Fragileness." Shepard replied, cutting off whatever Joker was about to say to EDI. But I plan to find out. "See you in two." She waved nonchalantly as she and her squad exited the Normandy.
Garrus checked into a hotel as soon as he left the Normandy. He couldn't risk being near Shepard while he was still in his condition. If he raped her he would never forgive himself, even if she did.
He stripped off his chest plate, the heat finally becoming too much for him. The bed looked overly inviting, even for a hotel and sat on it heavily. It felt like his plates were on fire and his 'VIP area' ached with need. He didn't dare remove the codpiece of his armor. He might rip Garrus Jr. off in his desperation for release and that wouldn't sate him for long anyway. He needed to feel the heat of a woman beneath him as he dominated her. Oh these thoughts had to stop.
Garrus fired up his omni-tool and did what was possibly the dirtiest act he had ever committed. He searched for Asari brothels that catered to turians. He felt like a bare-faced, unfaithful bastard. He knew he would hate himself later, but he wouldn't risk hurting Shepard and the brothels had women that were experienced in dealing with rutting turians. He made a reservation with the most gut wrenching feeling.
A barely audible thump near the window had his viper trained on the darkened corner in a matter of seconds.
"Put that thing away before you hurt someone, Ace." Shepard said from the shadows.
"Spirits be damned, Shepard. What the hell are you doing here?" Garrus dropped his rifle on the mattress and fought his desire to throw the woman against a nearby wall and fuck her none too gently.
"You didn't really think that message would keep me away, did you?" Shepard replied, still keeping to the shadows so he could just barely make out her silhouette.
"I had hoped you wouldn't try to find me." Garrus replied slowly becoming suspicious of the fact that Shepard wouldn't let him see her.
"I talked to Mordin, Sugar. I know why you left. And why you were being an ass to Joker." Shepard said and by the look of her shape she leaned against the wall.
"Then you know why you shouldn't be here, Shepard." He glared at her, his hand slowly making a trail back to his viper.
"I've done shit that most people would wet their pants over. I'm not afraid of a horny turian. Much less you, Garrus." He could hear the smirk in her voice.
"You really don't know what you're getting yourself into." He retorted with a growl.
"Don't I?" She said suddenly coming forward. At the same moment Garrus whipped up his rifle. Shepard smiled at him and watched as his eyes traveled over the black lace that barely covered her lithe form. His rifle fell to the floor, forgotten.
"Shep-…" She placed a finger over his mouth.
"From now on its Marly." She said smiling at him genuinely, rather than like she knew one of his dirty little secrets.
"Marly," He said swallowing around the lump that seemed to be stuck somewhere between his throat and his cock, "where the hell did you get that?" He stared at her tanned breasts as if hypnotized. The purple butterfly that fluttered teasingly in front of his face only fueled his desire until he felt like the rest of his armor might just melt off.
"Liara is such a big help." Shepard said smiling. "Now isn't there something else you should be doing? That doesn't involve asking so many questions." Garrus threw caution to the wind. Shepard-Marly would just have to forgive him once this was done. He picked his nearly naked commander, threw on her the bed, and promptly began to ravage her skin with his prehensile tongue.