A/N Some sexytime for Shep and Garrus. Be warned.

Shepard swam back to wakefulness when she felt the curve of Garrus' talons sliding into her hair and over her back…under her shirt. She shivered and slid her leg between his.

"Lights, zero percent, don't need to give anyone a floor show," she murmured, plunging the medbay into darkness while she slid her hand up his torso, feeling the rough plates and memorising the sensation, "I guess you are feeling better."

"Mmmhmmm," he pulled her inexorably toward him, his lips meeting hers. She hesitantly touched her tongue to his lips, and she felt his groan rumble through his chest. His tongue tangled with hers, and she could feel the sensation of his sharply pointed teeth, and the slightly less dagger like ones behind his lip plates. He was cautious, she could feel his restraint.

"I had this instructor," she broke the kiss, and stared into his eyes with slumberous intensity, "Who told me all about the…sensitive spots on a turian's body."

She stretched up and kissed the soft skin under his jaw. And bit. Gently. Before licking it. He made a growling sound and tugged her hard against his groin. She gave a soft laugh full of dark promise as she rolled her groin against him. Her fingernails traced his ribs, just under his arms, where the plates were nonexistent. She felt him shudder under her touch.

"Here," she whispered against his neck, and slid down to the skin of his upper thighs, "And here. Who knew I could render a turian helpless by doing this? I think you should teach more of this. I think you were a good instructor."

Garrus rumbled low in his chest, "As long as it's only this turian." He nipped the skin of her neck and she tilted her head back, "You are wearing too many clothes, Shepard." He lightly scratched her ridged belly with his talons. She made a strangled sound in the depth of her throat. He slid lower, lightly scratching over her groin. She gasped and curved her nails into the plates on his arm.

"Though it seems like I can easily steal your breath," he murmured.

She made another gasping sound as he pressed a little harder. She rocked against his hand, her eyes closed, her teeth worrying her lower lip. He held her against him with one strong arm, while the other drew her pleasure to a peak. She moaned in frustration and her fingers went to her waist to undo the buttons. She flicked them open, drew down the zipper and shoved underwear and the black fabric to her knees, but was hindered by her boots.

"Fuck it," she snarled, glancing upward into his amused face. And immediately wiped the smile from his face as she grasped his emerging length. She caressed him and his eyes closed. His voice was rough when he touched his brow to her own.

"It's been a while, Shepard…don't…" he grunted, and yanked her hand away from him and clamped it into place over her head.

"I want you in me," Shepard kissed his neck and licked his jaw, "Now."

And levering himself over her, cautious of metal plates meeting bone, he slid into her, inch by inexorable inch. She groaned, closing her eyes, and slid a hand down his back. He supported his weight, watching her face carefully as he stroked within her slowly.

"Gods, Garrus," she drew her knee up slightly and cursed the pants. He laughed, stopping the motion of his hips, the sound vibrating into her. She bit him again on the neck and yanked him deeper, "I have waited a year for this," she whispered, "Now would be a good time to start moving."

They clutched at each other, the awkwardness of the narrow bed and half clothed Commander, their unfamiliarity with each other's form. But oh, it was good. They clashed, and struggled and fought for their release. When it came, Shepard screamed it into his chest, muffling the sound. He cried out and strangled the sound against her hair, and afterward they lay, limbs entangled.

Shepard's head jerked up when the alarm on her omnitool sounded.

"Shit!" she scrambled up and nearly fell out of bed as her pants nearly tangled her up. She barely got them yanked up and her hands scraped through her hair and back into her chair just before the doctor unlocked the medbay and came in.

"Lights ten percent," she heard him say and pointed fiercely at Garrus who lay with his hands behind his head, a smug look on his face.

"How's the patient?" Morris came up and tapped some keys on the observation machine. He frowned, "Huh." He looked at Garrus, who stared back with innocent equanimity.

"Are you feeling alright, sir?" he asked, turning back to his machines, "Just that your heart rate spiked not so long ago."

Garrus just glanced at Shepard and said blandly, "Just waking up from a dream, Doc."

"Yes, I suppose with what you have been through, that is only natural. If you have trouble sleeping, just let me know," Morris recorded the information and stepped away, he glanced back at Shepard, "You might want to go get some rack time, ma'am. You can't have slept well in that chair."

"Oh, a couple bruises, and a stiff neck, but I'm fine," Shepard levered herself upright, "I'm glad you are feeling better..General."

They held each other's gaze for a long moment, "I will come visit…when I have got my strength back."

Morris saluted as she walked out and dragged his chair back to his desk. Garrus just leaned back, breathing her scent in while he closed his eyes.

"Had a good night, Shepard? Slept well?" Shaan asked her, his blue eyes regarding her with innocence.

"Fine," Shepard replied abruptly, devouring her breakfast.

He linked his hands together, and rested his elbows on the table and his chin was propped on the knuckles. He smiled.

"What?" Shepard scowled, stilling her fork.

"Hungry?"

"So what?" Shepard looked down at her nearly empty plate.

"Nothing," Shaan leaned back in his chair and linked his hands over his belly, his booted feet crossing at the ankles as he stretched out his long legs.

Shepard dropped her fork on her plate and glared at him, "I can still kick your ass, Shaan."

He smiled broadly, "I know, Shepard."

She picked up her plate and dumped it on the cleaning racks for the kitchen. She turned back and moved toward Shaan. She propped a hand on the back of his chair, the other on the table and hovered over him. A smile curved her lips.

"If anyone finds out, I can assure you, no one will find the body," she murmured.

Shaan grinned up at her, unwavered by her severity, "I love you too, honey."

Shepard grumbled and stalked off.

"Say hi for me!" he shouted after her.

She flipped him her middle finger in a specific gesture. He laughed.