"Garrus, I don't care how much you hurt me, just do it," her voice was in a harsh whisper, her naked body trembling ever so slightly.

He was in between her legs, she'd wrapped her thighs loosely around his waist. One of his talons was placed firmly onto the bed near her head, the other was placed on her right hips, squeezing the gentle flesh beneath it.

Her nipples were diamond hard and flushed against her peach skin. They were small against her soft supple breast. They suited her small body well.

He bent over and flicked his tongue over the hard bud. Her body instantly arched against the rough dry texture of his tongue. Intrigued by her response her repeated the action, wrapping his tongue around it a few times before pulling at it gently.

"Ah~ oh More! Garrus more," she was panting and moaning, her legs already beginning to tighten around him.

"Now now, hold on, Jane," Garrus pulled away from her hold, earning a sigh of resentment from her.

He lifted her legs onto his shoulders. The sweet aroma of her body already getting to him and making his primitive side attempt to rip through. With a bit of self restraint his brought his face closer to her aching womanhood.

Her body twitched slightly every time his hot breath hit the space between her legs. Her clit was beautiful. A smooth rose pink with a small bright red patch of hair above it.

His tongue slithered out of his mouth once more, rubbing at her clit with the dry muscle. She was so sensitive, already moaning and panting loudly when he was barely touching it. Her back arched, her eyebrows furrowed, she was clawing at the bed sheets. He loved it.

He darted his tongue deep inside her, earning a moan louder than the others. She was moaning out something, it was hard to hear, even with his superior turian senses, but he needn't worry about it now. All this mattered was making her orgasm, again and again and again.

He pinched her clit between his fingers with his tongue still burrowed deep inside her body. He'd found that special little spot that he heard most human female woman had. It was so sensitive that he couldn't help, but focus all of his attention on that spot.

Her hips were bucking and jerking from the amount of pure pleasure. She'd already gotten so wet that it was dripping and staining the sheets. The sweet taste of it made him want to do more. He began to twirl and curve his flexible tongue.

"Garrus, I'm gonna….i'm gonna cum!" She shouted just as her hips bucked up one final time. She twitched more, practically jolting from the aftermath, an intense amount of wetness dripping down her thighs.

He placed himself between her legs. His plates had long since shifted, allowing his large erection to sit freely. Her legs opened wider when she saw it.

"Give it to me, Garrus! Please just fuck me!" He wanted to, Spirits he wanted nothing more than to plunge deep into her, but there was a beeping noise in the background. It wasn't something he could ignore either, it was loud and annoying, and actually hurting his ears.

He closed his eyes to try to ignore the noise, but when he opened them again he was in his cot in the Main Battery. Alone. No Shepard.

He honestly should have known that it wasn't real, it was too good to be true. It was nice while it lasted though, he just wished that his damn alarm wouldn't have woken him up.

It was time for him to put his armor on for the mission with Miranda, Shepard chose him and he didn't exactly know why. He wasn't complaining though, he enjoyed fighting alongside the woman he loved most in the world.

He needed to find out a way to win her heart. Humans were so complicated, he knew they all weren't as oblivious as she was, but he honestly thought that someone else would've caught on to help.

He didn't know who to ask for relationship advice. Most of the crew that he did know and occasionally wave to were either not human or he just plain wasn't very close to.

Thane seemed like a reasonable option, seeing as he'd been married once and had a child, but he was scared of him. He just found Thane to be just creepy. He was quiet and soft-spoken, he always seemed to be deep in thought and considering the fact that her could kill a person with a ballpoint pen, you didn't really want to bother him.

Tali was the closest to Shepard, but anatomy wise they were quite different. Mainly because she didn't get sick every time she was outside her armor. He'd killed many quarians before, one that he recalled most of all being Zel'Aneik nar Halash who he'd simply killed by coughing. Him and Tali were close, but he highly doubted she'd be of much help to him.

He sucked up his courage and went to Miranda's office. She was already getting prepared loading her guns with thermal clips.

"Did you need something, Garrus?" Her accent was just as thick and harsh as he'd remembered, but he brushed it off.

"I wanted to talk to you about something... important," he muttered the words out nervously.

"As second in command it's my job to help,"

This made him even more nervous. Her authority was not helping the situation anymore.

"It's about Shepard," she looked him in the eye and he darted his gaze away,"I'm in love with her,"

"And what is it that I would be able to do to help with that?" She still looked serious, Spirits he should have just went to Thane instead.

"I don't know much about human relationships, you're the only other human on the ship, so I was wondering if you could tell me about mating rituals,"

There was complete and utter silence. Then a strange noise arose from her lips. She was laughing, really laughing. It was surprisingly out of character, but she spoke.

"Take a seat, I'll tell you as much as I know," she said softly.

He left out of the her office feeling slightly more informed. Miranda was like a strange mother figure when it came to romance, he liked it.

Shepard was already standing at the airlock. The information Miranda had given her was buzzing through his head at a quick pace.

"Hey, Janey," she smirked slightly at the name.

"Ya know, in all the years I've ever been alive, I've never been called 'Janey'," she placed her hand on her hip, the sassy pose complementing her curves,"I kinda like it,"

His mandibles fluttered slightly. He highly doubted she knew what it meant when that happened, but it was the turian equivalent of a blush. Something else Miranda said he should look out for, she said it was a sign of interest.

The nickname was supposed to be a sign of connection. Something that only he could call her. That would make it far more special on both ends, and she liked it. That was an amazing start.

Miranda said that women like men who are even partially similar to their father and if not their father then there brother, or another important male in her life. Shepard grew up in on a military base, her parents were rarely ever around, but she did mention a group of boys there that treated her like one of their own. She said they were rough, but that's what made her strong.

Miranda said to be playful. Fun sparring and playful hits as well as a lot of physical contact.

"I'm glad you like it, I just wanted something special that only I could call you by,"

"That's….so sweet," there! There it was! Right after she'd said it! The faint pink tint on her cheek. She was blushing. That's a start. He needed to go from there.

He playfully pushed her shoulder, not hard enough to hurt her, it was just a playful little gesture. She giggled and crossed her arms.

"Don't you go and start getting all mushy on me," he spoke in a soothing tone.

"Ready to go get, Orianna?" Miranda said while walking to the airlock. Considering the fact that they were going to go protect/save her sister/clone that she stole/rescued, she seemed quite calm.

"Ok, I'm ready to go," Shepard stated, putting her helmet over her head.

Miranda smiled at him, giving him a gentle pat on the back,"Good job," she whispered to him.