A/N: I am so so so so sorry for the extreme delay. My car got broken into and everything was taken and it took forever to sort out that mess and then I had to catch up in school and I'm so sorry I left this for as long as I did. I hope I can bribe you guys to keep reading with this steamy, NSFW longer chapter. :) Thanks for reading/faving/following/reviewing! You all rock!
He stared into her eyes for a long minute, and she stared back. In her beautiful human face he saw everything he felt but was too afraid to say reflected right back with the pure simplicity of we feel the same way glittering in the space between breadths. His plan of music and wine went tumbling out of the airlock as he pulled her closer and pressed his mouth plates to her lips. She worked her hands around his cowl and pulled him closer. Garrus tangled his talons in her damp hair and started walking her back toward the bed. When her feet found the stairs, she leapt up and hooked her legs over his hip spurs. Freeing one hand from her tousled locks, he steadied himself and planted his feet firmly at the bottom of the steps. Shepard pulled her lips away from his to catch a hasty breadth before nibbling the edge of his mandible and moving down to the softer hide of his neck. His breadth hitched and he pressed his free hand firmly into her back so she was as close as she could get to him. He was glad he had opted for casual clothes instead of armor. She groaned against his neck at the contact.
"You're wearing too many clothes," she breathed.
"So fix it," he said as he licked a trail from her ear to her collarbone.
"Do you want to keep this outfit?"
"Couldn't care less." Garrus gasped as she bit his shoulder.
"Oh, good." With a flare of biotics, she ripped the back of his tunic. He chuckled and laid her on the bed so he could remove the shreds. Shepard's towel had fallen somewhere in their scramble to the bed. With a heated once over, Garrus pulled his pants off and left them on the floor with the remains of his tunic. She spread her knees so he could press himself comfortably between them. He gently rubbed one of her breasts before bending his head to suck the nipple. She gasped and arched her back at the contact. Shepard clawed at his back with her dull human nails on one hand while the other threaded between his fringe. The pressure on her chest increased the more she squeezed his head.
There was no awkward fumbling or muffled curses as they floundered with each other's alien desires. They had moved past that long ago and when they had become so in tune was anyone's guess. Maybe it was all the research they did. Maybe it was their previous attempt at intimacy. And maybe it was just the grand design that they should be together. Neither was in a place to contemplate it in any kind of depth, instead getting so lost in each other that the spaces between the stars seemed smaller in comparison. Even with the threat of the end of the universe as they knew it, they had each found a kindred soul, a flame to warm the darkest, coldest parts of their cores before time once again called for action.
Shepard wrapped her legs around him and drew him closer. Garrus let some of his weight rest against her as he paused to press his forehead against hers. She smiled that private smile that only he ever saw. They both bent their heads forward to lock lips again and Shepard rolled them so she was straddling his hips. She stretched out one leg to skim the length of his with her toes. The heat of her sex pressed against his groin was the final push to make his plates shift and his length emerge to press against her thigh. She moaned softly against his mouth plates and snaked a hand down to coil her long human fingers around his member. It was his turn to groan as she stroked it gently. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was reminding her of the limited time they had before hurtling straight into a suicide mission. What she didn't know was that her turian lover had to quiet the same little voice so he could focus completely on the woman in his arms.
Pulling herself onto her knees, she kissed a trail down his chest and hips just as she had done before to take him into her mouth. Her movements were slower this time, wanting to draw out the intimate contact as much as possible. One hand of his fisted in the sheets, tearing through them since they were still pulled taught to the edges of the bed and the other was getting tangled in her long hair again. Shepard let her teeth graze his shaft. Garrus barely fought the urge to keep his hips still so he didn't knock her off the bed. She rested one hand against his thigh and let the other find its way to the sensitive hide of his hip. He dug his head back into the pillows as the sensations started a heat coiling in his belly. He let her continue to tease him for a moment longer before using a gentle pressure on her hair to draw her lips back to his. Garrus carefully released her hair and moved that hand to her hips while the other found her slit and slowly started playing with her. Shepard gasped as he made a particularly well placed swipe and ground her hips into his hand, begging for more friction. He wanted to take more time with her, but she seemed eager to proceed. A sliver of uncertainty pierced his mind at that. What if it didn't work out right? What would happen then, would they seek satisfaction in other ways, or would it ruin the moment?
As if sensing his hesitation, Shepard started rocking her hips against his and sunk her teeth into his neck. He jerked slightly and the tip of his shaft dipped into her sex. It was a sensation unlike any other and he gave up thinking all together so he could just feel her. One last, long lingering kiss and she sunk down onto him, taking him fully into her. They let out a collective sigh and she sat up to get better leverage to ride him. They started out slow, growing accustom to each other. Once they found a rhythm, she started to lift her hips up more and let them fall faster. He held her waist to help her keep her balance and snapped his hips up to meet hers every time. It was like nothing else he had ever felt. Turian women were harder, rougher. Shepard was soft and warm and wet and he could feel the muscles in her legs and abdomen contract around his member. He could feel her inhale and exhale as much as he could hear the gasping breadths. He didn't think he'd ever be able to sleep with another turian woman.
Shepard had to keep pulling herself back from the edge. The ridges covering his shaft kept hitting all the right places and it just felt so damn good that she was reaching new highs. She knew that he was wrecking her for human men and she honestly couldn't care less. He was the one she wanted to be with until she died, be that in a few hours or a few years. She rolled her hips forward a little farther and the plates surrounding his groin rubbed against her clit. She paused at the new sensation and Garrus picked his head up to peer at her through hooded eyes.
"Sit up," she gasped.
In one fluid motion, he brought his chest to hers and wrapped his arms around her. Once she was sure he had his balance, she stared a slow roll of her hips and caught his lower plates with every thrust. She hoped he was a close as she was because she couldn't hold herself back any longer.
"Austin," he breathed in her ear.
She responded by nipping his neck and he shuddered against her. His rhythm was beginning to falter and she took that as a good sign. Not ten deep thrusts later and she was falling apart in his arms, moaning loudly and he followed her over the edge. They collapsed onto the bed in a breathless heap. After a quiet minute, Shepard lifted herself up so she could press a soft kiss to his forehead. Garrus smiled up at her and pulled her to his chest. She burrowed into his warm, rough plates with a contented sigh as her lover slung a blanket over them. She wondered where he had found it before she realized it was the black one that was usually on the edge of the bed. It must have been knocked off at some point. When he had retrieved it was beyond her and her happily fogged mind couldn't find the right reason to care anymore. Garrus gathered her as close as he could without hurting her and nuzzled the top of her head. The lights in the cabin dimmed and they drank in the stillness even as their bodies still buzzed. They were content to lay there in the semi dark until the reapers chewed through the ship if only they had that luxury. Since they were pressed for time and, it seemed words as well, they let themselves drift to a cat like state of sleep with nothing but one another's heart beats to keep the silence at bay.