The Captive
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Chapter 10: Crazy
"Why do you always do that?" Garrus asked in frustration. His talons wrapped around her slender wrists, he held off her onslaught, his face was quirked in amusement.
Shepard huffed. "You have more reach than I'm used to."
The hearty chuckle that flooded the room sent chills through her body and warmed her to her very depths all at once. It was the kind of sound that sent her hair up on end. He gave her a sort of feral grin,
"I have been told on occasion, that I do have quite the spectacular reach."
Her face blanked with confusion before the sudden understanding dawned on her. Shepard's face flushed, "You dirty turian." She paused, her brilliant steely gaze connecting with his absolutely mesmerizing and enticing blue ones. "...And I'm alright with that."
Garrus was a little stunned by the forwardness of her words. Sure, they had grown closer over the past week. They were preparing to hit the base Wrex had mentioned, and Garrus took it upon himself to groom the Commander's hand to hand. It wasn't that she was bad- she had a certain knack for 'throwing down', as she liked to call it. But the recklessness and abandon she threw into her fights were terrifyingly powerful but a weakness at the same time.
A trained professional could easily ward off crazy, especially the Commander's particular brand of crazy. It was easy to convince her to train with him solo- a mention of Vitani and he had her hooked immediately.
It would be a complete and utter lie if he said he didn't have other motives. Shepard called to him, her gentle smile, sweet scent, and that honest to God genuine, full melodious laugh tugged at his heart and groin wildly.
Nihlus' words had struck home for him. Garrus desperately needed the Commander's particular brand of crazy, and not just for a one time 'relief'. He intended it for the long haul. The turian just wasn't so sure about Shepard herself.
She could easily have any human she could ever possibly desire. He had seen the news vids of her, the way people responded to her, especially the men. She was revered as a sort of warrior goddess. She wasn't turian, but Garrus couldn't help but agree- Shepard was a goddess for any species, and a true warrior.
She was absolutely perfect.
Shepard was smiling at him. A devious kind of smile that revealed mischief in her eyes. "What is that I do, that just drives you so crazy?"
Her suggestive tone didn't go unnoticed. "Charging into fights like you're some kind of tank." He poked her stomach with a talon, she gave a huff of disapproval. "You're soft and fleshy, not some armored krogan. As much as you might like to believe that."
Shepard sighed. "My fighting style works perfectly fine amongst humans. It wasn't until the discovery of this entire galaxy did I become anything less than a tank." She gave him an endearingly smug look.
Garrus tripped her up, and twisted her arm expertly. She fell to the floor in a heap. A glare crossing her face as she nursed her strained arm. "See, now I have the advantage. You need to block, and I know you can block, I've seen you do it before."
He paused as he crouched down beside her. "I don't understand why you're so intent on taking every hit, just to get to your target. The end does not always justify the means to that end."
She nodded her head, her facial features softened. "You're right. I'm just so used to being dominant amongst my species, I wasn't ever really prepared for...anything different."
Garrus pulled her to her feet. A look of determination was evident in her narrowed eyes as she concentrated. Each throw he threw, she blocked. The turian muttered, "Blocking is one thing, don't forget to-"
He was cut off short as she landed a strike to his gut. Surprise shocked his body, but he quickly recovered to catch another blow. He attempted to twist her into submission, but in a sudden display of agility- she was out of the predicament just as quickly as she was in it.
Garrus found himself falling to the ground, he grabbed her and she fell too. They landed in a heap on the floor. Shepard was the first to laugh at the turian's confused expression. He stared at her as his cock gave a painful twitch of desire. Her legs straddled his waist, her laughter ground her hips into his, eliciting a growl from the turian's mandibles.
Her eyes began to cloud with a look he had not quite identified. Shepard's breath was shallow, her heart thudded wildly. That growl. That single feral growl.
It stirred a heat between her thighs that was incomparable to any feeling of need she had ever felt. Shepard had been fully aware of her developing feelings for the turian for quite sometime. She gave up trying to control them after her contact with the psychotic krogan.
That incident was an eye-opener. In this brand new, wide open galaxy, death could linger at every corner. Especially for soft, fleshy, humans. She needed to take advantage of life, take what she wanted, and give more than she needed to, right?
Shepard didn't need an answer. She had already made her decision.
She was drawn out of her thoughts by an 'ahem'. Her head snapped up to the glowering figure of Vitani. The human jumped to her feet, Garrus following behind her. The turian woman snarled,
"A human, Garrus?"
Shepard cleared her throat, "It's not what it looks-"
"Shut your mouth before you find yourself conveniently too injured for the upcoming mission."
She felt a feeling of bold and unrestrained fury and hatred course through her body and boiling her blood to astronomical levels. Threats were not tolerated.
"Being my enemy is a poor health decision. They tend to wind up dead."
"You dare threaten me?" Vitani replied incredulously.
Garrus backed away from the warring females. The trainee's in the room stared with rapt attention. Probably the most entertainment they would ever get on a ship full of mostly males.
"Just returning the favor." Was Shepard's cold and calculated response.
"You need to learn the boundaries of your species, human."
"You don't define the boundaries of my species."
Vitani snarled at her and struck out. Shepard's movement was so fluid. She was on Vitani before anyone could fully comprehend the situation. Vitani twisted to attack, and in a wild display flexibility, the Commander bent low and twisted her body out of reach.
Vitani's feet were wrenched out from beneath her as Shepard pulled the turian's body to the boundaries of it's own flexibility. Garrus was increasingly aware of the murmurs amongst the trainees. He felt the ugly green monster rearing it's head again. Nihlus' words ringing in his mind. We aren't the only ones with eyes for the Commander.
He brooded as if Shepard had flashed something extremely personal to all the world, that should have only been meant for him to know.
Still, he felt a sense of pride as her knee dug into Vitani's back. Her arm was crossed and twisted and she lay defeated beneath Shepard. The turian struggled, but ultimately was done for.
The human hissed, loud enough for all the room to hear, "My people don't need boundaries to be defined for us. We are a species like you, and we are of this galaxy- you best learn that."
Shepard stood up releasing Vitani at her silence. She turned and flashed an excited smile at Garrus, the kind of smile that always warmed his heart. The turian woman stood behind and made a move of a pathetic and cowardly retaliation. Before Garrus could warn her, Shepard had already moved out of the way.
She kneed Vitani in the gut, and delivered a bone-breaking uppercut to her jaw, as the turian stumbled backwards, Shepard planted her boot in the woman's chest. The trainees stared in awe, and Garrus more in shock.
Vitani slammed against the wall and promptly crumpled to the floor. Shepard's body heaved with exertion. "You are a despicable coward."
The pain in the turian's face was evident of the damage the human had dealt out. The silence in the room was deafening. Nihlus was the one to break it.
"Fucking finally someone sat her down."
Garrus hadn't even noticed his arrival. The casual way he leaned against the doorway, and the charming grin on his face made his gut burn with jealousy. He envied Nihlus' steady and calm demeanor, he wished he could talk to Shepard with the same ease as his friend could.
His jealousy only grew when the woman of his affections returned the smile. Not to him. But to Nihlus.
The rage and annoyance and jealousy all mixed together only grew through the waning hours of the day. Garrus paced in his quarters wildly, trying to calm and reason with himself. His mind was having none of it.
All he could think about was that infuriatingly frustrating woman. She hadn't done anything wrong, but the simple fact that Nihlus could elicit a smile from her drove him to the brink of madness.
Her display of flexibility for all his crew to see did not help at all either. He sat through chow hearing the whispers of what a great lay she would be, or how wild she would be in bed. No one could think of her like that, she was his.
Garrus intended on making that clear. He couldn't handle the mind numbing insanity teasing his brain any longer. He needed her, and by the spirits he would fucking have her.
The turian stormed into the quarters of her cell. Shepard sat up on her bed in alarm as Garrus paced back and forth before her. "Let me know if I've gone too far."
Her brow furrowed in confusion, "What-"
"No. Let me speak." Shepard was silenced sufficiently as she watched him intently. "I don't know if all your advances have been just little female games that you guys invent up. But I meant them. And if they were real, then you have to know that I won't stand for outside parties."
Shepard was floored. She blinked several times. "What?"
Garrus threw up a hand, "Nihlus. Or any other person. No one, but me."
The woman continued to stare at him. She held up her palms. "I don't know what you're talking about, there is nothing between me and Nihlus or any other person for that matter. You're acting kind of crazy-"
Garrus cried out, "You're making me crazy!"
The same infuriating blank expression remained on her face. "Look at me. I stormed in here..." His anger was slowly ebbing away as he realized the gravity of his mistake. Not like this. He sighed heavily.
"I don't expect you to reciprocate the same feelings, but I don't like being taken for a ride, Shepard." His shoulders slumped in defeat.
The woman couldn't quite describe the feelings that rushed through her body. Hell, they were the same feelings as always. Only now, they roared in appreciation that he did in fact have them as well. No one, but me.
Her throat was incredibly dry. "Garrus..." Shepard crossed the room. The turian found himself up against the wall, staring into her wonderfully frost colored eyes. She gave a small, feminine, chuckle.
Her hand brought his talons to her cheek, and rubbed against them softly. A look of adoration coated her demeanor.
Shepard murmured gently. "You drive me absolutely crazy."
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