A/N: Such a tease. But it's fun! This chapter is totally fluff, nothing serious. Enjoy! Thanks for reading/reviewing/faving/following! You guys leave some of the best comments ever and I love it! I'm begging you not to stop. Ok, that might have gotten a little weird...Bioware owns the ME universe.

"A shower?" Garrus asked slowly.

"Yes, a shower. You know, with hot water and soap and steam."

"Um, is that appropriate?"

"Since when have we cared?"

"The last time we, uh, showered together, it was because you were afraid of the bathroom floor."

"Then I'm still afraid of it."

Garrus laughed, "Is that so?"

She grinned over her shoulder as she pulled him into the bathroom. As the door opened, she yelped and jumped into his arms, "Eek! Save me from the big, bad tile, Archangel!"

"Really, Austin?"

"I told you."

He nuzzled her neck and deposited her on the counter. "Then I guess I'll stay." She gave him that lopsided smile that made his heart skip a beat. He made quick work of his armor and she of her clothes. He turned back to her with his under suit still on. She was sitting cross legged on the counter in her underwear.

"What?" Shepard asked.

"What's on your chest?" Garrus motioned to the odd contraption.

She looked down, "Oh, my bra?"

"What's it for?"

She gave a nervous laugh, "Well, it, ah, supports my breasts."

"Why do breasts need support?"

Her nervous laugh bubbled into a fit of giggles. He just stared blankly at her until she calmed enough to speak, "So they don't get in the way."

"How would they get in the way?"

She fought to contain another fit of laughter, "Garrus, humans aren't plated. We're squishy and, um, certain parts tend to kind of flop around if they aren't contained."

Now it was his turn to laugh at the image her words had conjured in his mind. "Contained? You make it sound like a prisoner."

"Turian women don't have breasts, right?"

"No, but they do have more defined chest plates."

Shepard tilted her head to the side, "Do I look weird to you?"

"You look like you."

"I mean compared to what you're used to."

He considered her statement. Of course she looked different, she was human. Why would she even ask? Was she worried he wouldn't like her because she was human? He flared his mandibles in a grin, "I'm taking a guess that I look different than humans."

"Of course. You're turian."

"Most women are intimidated by that."

She crossed her arms indignantly, "I'm Commander Shepard. I don't get intimidated."

Garrus went over to her and pulled her to his chest, "I know. You're not weird, you're human. And I love it."

She kissed his chest and smiled, "Good."

He nuzzled her hair before pulling away, "Want me to start the water?"

"Yes, please."

He turned and fiddled with the shower until he got the water at what he thought was an acceptable temperature. When he turned back to Shepard, she had discarded the rest of her clothes and was looking at herself in the mirror with her arms folded over her chest.

"I miss my scars."

"Why? I thought you hated them."

"Not the ones from Cerberus. The one on my nose from Mindior and the one on my leg from Akuze. I had one on my back from where that Colossus ruined my favorite armor, too. They're all gone."

Garrus pulled off his under suit and moved to stand behind her. He put his talons on her shoulders, "I'm sure you'll get some new ones."

Shepard leaned back against him and stared at their reflection until the mirror steamed over. He picked her up and carried her to the water, continuing the fib that she was still afraid of the tile. This time, he wasn't bothered that they were naked together. He gently set her down and she reached up, extending the nozzle of the shower up so he could stand straight. She backed into the water and leaned her head back letting it soak her hair. Garrus stepped forward and bent until his mouth met hers. She lightly trailed her fingers down his chest, making note of the rough plates. She let her fingers wander until she found his sensitive spots. She smiled against his lips and her nimble fingers drew slow circles on his wet plates. He let a low, appreciative growl rumble through him. She pulled back and pushed her hair away from her face, still smiling. Garrus ran his talons through the silky strands, marveling at how they felt different wet. Shepard closed her eyes and hummed happily.

He kissed her neck, "So what do humans normally do in the shower?"

She tilted her head to the side, encouraging him to continue, "Wash hair and body and try to relax. I usually take long showers."

"I see," he lightly nipped her collar bone.

"What about turians?"

"We don't have hair to wash, but we take pride in keeping our plates smooth."

She traced his chest plates, "This is smooth?"

"For a turian, yeah."

"I see," she left a trail of kisses back to his lips.

"How do you wash your hair?"

"I'll show you." Shepard spun in his arms and took the shampoo bottle down. After squeezing some into her hand, she lathered it in her hair. Turning back to face him, she continued to scrub at the wet pile on top of her head. The earthy scent of argon filled the small room and Garrus purred. He loved that smell. He hesitantly reached for the soapy strands and she bent her head toward him. Careful of his sharp talons, he mimicked the motions she had used and got a soft groan from her. He kept going, moving from the top of her head to the nape of her neck. He could feel her skull beneath the skin and the corded muscles of her neck as she bent her head farther forward until it rested on his chest. The water sent the soap cascading off her and splashing on him before it hit the floor and swirled down the drain. She tipped her head back and let the rest of the suds rinse from her hair.

"Are you trying to be sexy?"

Shepard laughed, "Not at the moment. Why? Like what you see?"

He ran a talon down her glistening body, "Something like that."

She pressed her body closer to his and he was reminded of a time months ago when he longed to feel this sensation. She pressed closer still and he felt his control slip. He was hyper aware of her breath against his bare plates, her soft skin bending to the harsh lines of his body, her heart beating against his. On instinct he lifted her up and pressed her back against the wall. She hooked her legs over his hip spurs and brought her hands up to cup his face.

"Should we…"

"Do you…"

"No," they both answered at the same time. They laughed again and rested their foreheads together.

"Hey, Garrus?"

"Mmm?"

"The water's getting cold."

"Still hate the cold?"

"That will never change," Shepard turned the cool spray off and he carried her back to the counter. She took the towel he offered and dried her body. She waited while he dried his before leaning against his solid frame. He put his arms around her and rested his head against hers.

"We should do this again."

"Agreed."