"Ow, that's tight."

"Yea, well I don't want you getting away." Shepard purred, securing the restraint on Garrus' wrist.

"Not sure I'd want to if I could."

Their foreheads touched as Shepard ground her hips into him, and a quiet groan rumbled in Garrus' throat. Down to just her panties, she straddled his waist, teasing her hands along his body, paying heed to sensitive spots that brought more sound from his throat.

Shepard's thighs slid against Garrus' narrow waist, and his head turned to nip at her skin. She chuckled as his jaw tightened, keeping her close to him. In kind, she twisted and bit into the softer skin low on his neck, and Garrus writhed into her. The bonds keeping his arms back squeaked as he pulled them taut.

Chuckling pitifully, Garrus closed his eyes as he whispered, "You're killing me, here."

"Not if I can help it."

Hips grinding again, it was only the thin cotton of Shepard's panties separating them. Tensing her jaw in another quick bite, it brought a low growl from Garrus. Letting go, she breathed a sigh by his ear, cheek nestled to his mandible as she ran a hand back over his fringe.

"I think I like you this way, get to do whatever I want."

Mouth opening to reply, Garrus' words were lost as her teeth clipped his neck again, and Shepard reached between them to stroke down his pinned arousal. He involuntarily pulled, and the bed creaked, leaving him only able to move his knees at the tension she was mounting in him. She'd gotten good at touching him just right, attentive to explorative touches that brought a response from him.

"I got something for us."

Garrus opened his eyes halfway, breathing deep as she touched him, "Something more than this?" He groaned again, straining for her touch as she dismounted and was on her feet. His blood ran hot, and he watched her waist and hips sway.

Glancing back, Shepard waggled her brow, unable to escape looking devious the way her scars glowed. She turned on the vid screen that served as the glass for her display case. Garrus quirked a brow.

Shepard ducked away into the washroom as the vid came on.

"What is this?" Garrus called, legs shifting with his discomfort.

The words 'Special Delivery' waffled onto the screen in a cheesy squiggle of text.

"A porn I picked up."

Garrus narrowed his eyes at the poor video quality, and the camera angle zoomed in towards a door, outside of which stood an elcor.

"Uh, Myra?"

In another moment she stepped out of the bathroom, clad in her skin-tight sparring outfit. Garrus felt the blood drain from his face, even as his loins still throbbed.

"Yea? Thane asked me for a spar earlier. I'm going down to meet him. Wish me luck!" Shepard turned, stopping only as Garrus cried out.

"Shep- You're just leaving me here?"

Offering a devil-may-care grin, Shepard looked back to him as she motioned to her private terminal, "Maybe it'll teach you to leave my tech alone."

Unable to offer any smart-ass reply, Garrus could only watch as Shepard jauntily left the cabin. His gaze was invariably drawn back to the screen as the door opened to show a scantily clad asari.

"Hello?"

"Eagerly; I have a big sausage pizza delivery."

With a groan, Garrus tried to free himself from his bonds with renewed vigour.