"Come here," she whispered. He took a step towards her and she grabbed his shoulders roughly and shoved him back against the crate. She let go just long enough to pull her tank top up over her head and reach back for her bra. Garrus pulled off his shirt and barely had it over his shoulders when Shepard pressed herself up against his chest. She helped him pull his shirt off and threw it down and hungrily kissed him the way she'd wanted to the other night. He reached his hands around her waist and teased her lips with his tongue. She opened to return with hers and freely explored him. He tasted exotic, exciting. She wanted to feel him inside her again.

"Tell me what to do," she whispered. She was breathing heavily, running her hands over his shoulders, his chest. She'd never seen him like this before, his skin up close. It was dark and silvery, had a pattern to it. The groves were fascinating.

"I don't know myself, I'm winging it," he said apologetically.

She let out a chuckle that quickly turned to a moan when he reached down and grabbed her ass, hoisting her up on him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, supported by his carapace. Now eye to eye, she wrapped her arms around his neck and grinded against him, feeling his hard cock.

He leaned his head against her, nibbling at her neck. He held her thighs tightly against him, trying not to dig his talons into her soft flesh.

"What's that?" he whispered.

"What?"

"I feel something wet."

"It lubricates you so there's no friction," her eyes bored into him, "It means I'm ready for you."

He let out a low growl and she grinned as he lifted her up and started slowly lowering her down on the tip of his penis. Again she felt the delicious sensation of being slowly spread apart inside. She could barely take it all in. His cock had ridges that heightened the sensation as he slowly moved in and out.

"Damn, you're huge."

He whispered, "Sorry, am I hurting you?"

"No, it's just – it's been a while." She started slowly rocking back and forth, moaning quietly. She dug her heals into the back of his legs for leverage.

He could barely contain himself when he heard the little noises she made. "I need you so bad, Jane."

She threw her head back and gasped. She bit her lip, stifling the urge to scream. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her as she climaxed and squeezed him tighter between her legs.

"Are you?" Garrus asked.

Wide-eyed and unable to speak, she nodded. He pistoned into her a little harder. She felt him lengthen inside her and let out another gasp as he grunted and climaxed. She clung to him as he spasmed, feeling all his muscles taught around her. She watched the pleasure on his face, in amazement at what she was doing with her best friend. As he slowed, she lay her head on his shoulder in exhaustion and release. He held onto her with one hand and lightly caressed her back with the other, burying his face into her hair. Both of them breathing heavily, completely connected.

After a minute, Shepard leaned up to face him and smiled, tracing over his face with her fingertips.

"I think we figured that out just fine." She whispered.

Garrus laughed, "I guess so." He clung to her waist. He couldn't believe they were entwined like this, had just actually followed through on his fantasy of being with her. He shook his head as he looked at her flushed smiling face, her sweaty hair stuck to her forehead. The crate he was leaning on shifted slightly and he pulled them forward to keep his balance.

"I think I'd better get off," she said quietly.

He nodded and pulled her up and down off him to the ground. She leant over, her legs a little wobbly.

He grabbed her by the arm, "Are you okay?"

She stood up straight, "Yea, just – it was awesome, you're awesome." She reached up and hugged him and leaned against his chest as he enveloped her in his arms. She relished his warmth, his protective arms around her.

Her omni-tool lit up, "Commander, there's a pressing matter I need to talk to you about in my office." Miranda's voice came over the com.

She pulled out of his embrace, clicking her omni-tool on, "What is it?"

"I'm afraid it's personal."

She sighed, "Give me 15 minutes and I'll be up to see you." She clicked it off and turned to Garrus.

"You don't think she saw us on the vidfeed, do you?" Garrus asked.

"No, I doubt it. I don't care." She leaned up and kissed him. "We've got to get dressed. After I see her, can I come see you?" she smiled tentatively.

"Definitely. You want to meet me in the mess hall for dinner?"

"How about we meet in my quarters for dinner? I'm sending you the code to my door." She brought up her omni-tool and sent it to him. She looked around the floor, "Um, shit. Everything's all over the place."

Between the two of them, they backtracked and picked up their gym clothes getting dressed quickly and going to the elevator. Whoever was down there previously must have left as they didn't see anyone. As they stood outside waiting outside the elevator door, Garrus gave her a hug.

"Ow, fuck!" Shepard let out.

"What, what's the matter?"

She looked down and saw a red bloody rash on her inner thighs.

"Damn, Jane, I'm sorry, I thought you said you didn't have an allergy." He leaned down for a closer look.

"That's what I was told. I'll get some medigel in my quarters."

"No," he said firmly, "You need some now. The blood is practically dripping." He looked around the cargo bay and found some on the wall. He knelt down and applied it, apologizing to her repeatedly.

"Don't worry about it. After I talk to Miranda, I'll go see Dr. Chakwas." She looked at him, "I'll be fine."