Opening her eyes, she was greeted with a face. The face of a turian with gray skin plating. Blue clan markings. She was ecstatic, like a child on Christmas morning. Waking up next to Garrus was something that she always wanted to do, since that night together after the accident. He looked nice without his visit, off guard even, she was surprised by how beautiful his face was.

Her hand moved on it's own, she had no control of what she was doing. Her fingertips grazed his face, his mandible twitched a bit from the gentle touch. Gaining a but of courage, she placed the entire palm of her hand against his cheek, he felt so warm to the touch. His skin had this rough, leathery texture to it. She liked it so much. Her thumb continued to rub his face, his clan markings. They felt so smooth. Another twitch of the mandible, and a slight groan. He would be waking up soon, she was a bit disappointed by this, she enjoyed watching him sleep.

His eyes fluttered open, and she was met with a piercing blue. She held her breath, afraid that he would he upset that she was touching him, but he did not speak. He blinked slowly, likely still tired, and gave a little yawn. Frozen in place from his icy blue stare, she did not move her hand.

"Jane," he whispered. His voice in the morning was so rough, so crisp. She felt herself grow heated, she thought she was going to melt into a puddle.

"Yes, Garrus?" Starting to remove her hands, she felt his grab her by the wrist and ease it back onto his face. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. Why was she suddenly so nervous around him? It didn't feel right, but at the same time, it felt perfect.

"You're up so early," he chuckled.

"I am,"

"And you're touching me?"

She began to retract her hand away again, only for him to pull it back.

"I don't mind, Jane, it's payback for me touching your fringe,"

"Hair," she corrected.

"Hair," he repeated.

They sat there, looking into each other eyes as she stroked his clan markings. They were so so soft against her fingers. She couldn't help, but to smile. It wasn't a nervous smile from the complete and utter silence, but rather, a happy smile because she was truly happy. Years and years and years had gone by, and at night she would sit and think about Garrus. She knew so little about this person that she'd only spent one night with, but she considered him a friend, maybe more. Knowing how slim the odds were, she knew that she was likely to never see Garrus again, the chances were one and a trillion, and yet here he was, lying in her bed and looking into her eyes.

With little thought and fueled with emotion, she leaned forward, lips puckered, she placed a light kiss against his mandible. It lasted not longer than a second and she was sure it was a wrong move on her part. His body stiffened slightly from the gesture, but she still saw his mandibles flutter ever so slightly. He blinked a few times, like he was trying to verify the situation. He sat up and her hand slid down his bare chest, he must've undressed some time during the night. She wasn't good at reading turian facial expressions, but with the way his mandibles fluttered, and how his eyes stayed widened, she suspected shock.

"Sorry," she chuckled, nervously as she too sat up, looking in the other direction so she would have to withstand the expression any longer, "That was an accident." She assured.

"Accident?" He repeated, and she nodded slowly. God, she was such an idiot. "Your lips- is it? They're soft."

She felt her face heat up a bit, such a small complement, yet it made her so happy. She supposed it was because by human standards, her lips weren't much, but to turians they were probably something special. Even if that wasn't the case, she found it to be nice nonetheless, to the point where she felt as though she wouldn't be able to speak without her voice cracking.

"I've seen a few humans doing that, is that how you kiss?"

She nodded, still not trusting her voice.

"Turians do it so different," she turned to face him he said this, "We don't have lips like yours, so our kisses have to be a little different."

"How do you do it then?" She asked, finally speaking.

He placed a hand on her cheek, she took notice of how smooth they were on the palms, but the shortage of fingers for him still made her so uncomfortable, "Do you mind?" He asked.

"No, I don't," she sighed, so curious, and longing for this.

She watched as Garrus leaned forward, she did the same to meet him halfway. He tilted her head up and and she felt her eyes close, on instinct maybe. He pressed his forehead against hers. It didn't feel like much at first, then she felt something like a spark. It nearly shook her entire body in a pleasurable way. It quickly ran down her soon and caused her toes to curl. She accidentally left out a sigh or a moan, or both, she didn't know, she was too lost in the moment.

It was at this moment, that she noticed that her hands were still ragdolled at her side, that didn't feel right for the moment, so she slipped them up past his bare chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. His hand that wasn't placed against her cheek, slithered it's way around her waist, only pulling her closer until they were chest on chest. He was so warm. That was one thing she noticed, his body heat. Then, he began to purr, softly at first, it was barely even noticeable. As time went on, it got louder and he was rubbing his forehead against hers. He was such a cat. She loved it.

Pulling back after what felt like hours that she never wanted to end, she noticed his little smirk. Like he was contempt with what he'd done. She couldn't help, but to smile back. The day had just begun, and she was smiling so much. She threw herself into his arms, she'd made a habit of doing that. He did his best to keep his balance, and once he was fully stable, he held her close. She really loved Garrus.

"Garrus, I'll have to go soon," the disappointment was prominent in her voice, she didn't want to leave this piece of her past just yet.

"You go out there, kick some ass, then we can have another sleepover,"

"Sleepover, huh?"

"Yeah, I enjoy spending nights with you. You stir in your sleep, keeps my senses sharp,"

"Ha ha," she pulled away from him, preparing to get dressed for the day.