Warning: this chapter contains explicit durian content.
PILLOW TALK
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Alex asked playfully, watching Garrus crawl between the warmth of her legs.
It would take Joker several relay jumps and hours to get past the Perseus Veil to Rannoch. Garrus and Alex seemed to have the same thing in mind when they thought of how to pass the time. They snuck away to their quarters, and inside, they rushed to peel each other's clothes off. They hadn't had sex since their threesome with Nihlus. It seemed like such a long time ago now. Not the sex necessarily, but the intimacy.
It surely wasn't because of a lack of desire. They wanted to have that sensual experience between just the two of them. To melt into a bond and solidify the connection they felt since day one. Between the hunt for the Prothean VI and planets being destroyed, it never seemed like a good time.
Garrus teasingly flicked his extensive blue tongue along the folds of her aching vagina. Pleasure traveled up her spine and reached her mouth as a moan. Alex could feel the flutter of his mandibles forming into a smug smile on the inside of her legs. Blunt talons grazed her skin as Garrus' hands wandered up her legs and settled on the curve of her hips. She silently thanked him for filing his talons this time.
"I'm a quick study, but I'm sure you can instruct me, if not."
He buried his face back between her legs and began devouring her. Rapturous gasps erupted in response to his hunger.
"You're off to a good start," she managed between breaths.
Alex wasn't sure if he was performing out of instinct or hours of studying human physiology. Whatever it was, she was damn grateful because he was hitting all the right spots. Garrus had found himself a rhythm in which he was rubbing the length of his tongue around her clit, inside her and back out again. She encouraged this motion by grinding her hips, bringing her more friction and pushing him further inside her. Heat was building inside her, and her skin was tingling with a million different sensations.
She was sure she was about to explode.
"Please," Alex gasped, ready to be relieved of the pressure.
Garrus complied with her pleading order, moving his tongue in a new way that made her inner walls flutter and then tighten in a spike of pleasure. Alex's head tilted back, her face scrunching as Garrus' name faded into a hushed scream.
The euphoria came down faster than Alex would've liked. She needed more. Alex pulled Garrus up onto the bed and flipped him over onto his back.
He chuckled. "Always need to have the upper hand, huh, Alex?"
She pressed a finger to his mouth and shushed him. With a wry smile, she said, "Just enjoy the ride, Vakarian."
Garrus's body rumbled underneath, and he let out a shuddered breath when she guided him inside her. Alex groaned and leaned back, taking him all the way in and hitting the right spot to make her insides hum. She was still tender from her orgasm and thrilled at the sensation of his throbbing cock inside her. Garrus must've also been feeling zealous, bucking his hips and helping her bounce up and down his shaft. The intensity of his repeated, deep penetration brought tears to her eyes as she cried out in blinding elation.
Garrus then moved his hands to hold Alex down by her thighs, driving every inch of his cock with each movement. She started pumping her hips madly and grinding against his groin with unapologetic enthusiasm. Her senses were so flooded with stimulation, she felt like she was dying – and she liked it. Alex's body was trembling, climbing to climax, and threatening to release at any moment.
But Garrus' body stopped mid-thrust, leaving Alex in a whimpering and pathetic stupor. Why was he depriving her of what she so desperately needed? She threw him a scrutinizing look. Garrus wrapped his hands around her and flipped Alex onto her back.
"No. Not yet."
Her stomach clenched, and her rock-hard nipples tightened at the gruffness of his voice. It was authoritative. Confident. And a fucking turn-on.
He pinned her hands down onto the bed next to her head and began thrusting. Alex thanked him with grateful moans. Garrus kept the thrusts slow and gentle and passionate. Alex met his pace with a countermotion, unwilling to settle for the deliberately torturous rhythm. But Garrus lowered his body onto her, stilling her hips and forcing her to obey the tempo he set.
Alex surrendered herself to him and let each deep thrust take them miles away from this fucked up galaxy into a bubble of physical pleasure and love. Garrus let his head fall into the crook of her neck. His mandibles pressed against her skin, and the heaves of his hot breath gave her goosebumps.
When teeth grazed the tops of her shoulder, Alex lost her breath, and her body stiffened. Garrus lifted his head to meet her eyes. She gazed into them with yearning and a silent request.
"What are you waiting for?" she whispered.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
Alex gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Yes."
Garrus pulled his hips back and slowly filled her back up again. He groaned into her, parting his mandibles and preparing to sink his teeth into the meaty flesh by her neck. Alex shivered and held her breath, waiting for sharp pain of penetration in her skin and mewled when it didn't come. Leave it to Garrus to build the anticipation. Though, Alex couldn't deny the joy of relishing in every second of it.
The pace sped up, pushing each of them closer to the edge. Alex's hands clenched around Garrus' and he matched it with greater force. Her moans became louder and his growls more uninhibited. She could only hope that no one would hear them on the lower decks.
"Now you can cum," his cool voice told her.
The dominating tone of his voice suddenly unleashed Alex's orgasm into powerful contractions and a hot rush of juices. Her body was quaking, and her scream of ecstasy was untamed. A roar and the strong and steady throbbing from Garrus' dick told her he had peaked, too.
The bite was quick, and her wails of pain melded with that of bliss. She was dizzy, and her vision was blurred. Alex had never felt anything like this. Never with Nihlus, and especially not when he had marked her without her consent and out of jealousy.
Garrus fell onto his back, and she settled into the curve of his arm, reveling in the afterglow and catching their breaths. He pushed Alex's sweat-dampened hair away and stroked gingerly over the gashes his teeth left behind. Trickles of blood were cascading over her shoulder, and she could feel her heartbeat in the inflamed area. Any aching was already starting to fade away. Orgasms were one hell of a pain killer. Garrus reached over Alex to grab a shirt he didn't particularly care for and pressed down on the bite to slow the bleeding.
He laid back down and nuzzled the top of her head. She felt tiny strands of hair getting caught on the edges of his mandibles. Alex rotated onto her side to drape an arm over his chest and felt the vibrations of his purring travel through her body. It was comforting and relaxing. In their bubble, they were safe from giant metal squids on a quest to destroy all life in the galaxy. Alex couldn't help but wonder if - no, when - they defeat the Reapers, what would life would be like. The Reapers have been a part of her life for so long, it would seem abnormal not to be planning their demise. Where to start?
"What do you think we'll do after we kick the Reapers back into whatever black hole they crawled out of?" Garrus asked.
Alex's eyes immediately drew up and smiled at the coincidence. "How confident of you. And do I also sense optimism?"
"Hm, mood swings," he reasoned. "Now, answer the question."
"I was just thinking about that." Her fingers traced circles on his chest. "I haven't settled on anything yet, but I'm open to suggestions. You have something in mind?"
"Well, we're going to retire somewhere warm and tropical and live off the royalties from the vids." She laughed at the ease of his answer. Alex peered up and examined his softened expression. Something about it made her heart skip a beat. "…And maybe we'll find out what a turian-human baby looks like."
Heat pinched her cheeks, and her chest was swelling with joy. Garrus saw a future with her, the bond mark said as much. But he also wanted to build a family with her. And there was no hesitation. No excuses to wait. No caring what others thought about the interspecies relationship. What could ever make her happier than that?
Alex moved her hand from his chest and onto the scarred side of his face, caressing it softly. "I'm game. Though I think adoption's a better idea - biology may not cooperate."
"Hm...I suppose there will be a lot of little krogan around soon."
Alex imagined half of them would belong to Wrex. She received an unusual message from him the other day, one she didn't think she was intended to receive.
Wrex sounded tired, or maybe drunk, as he rambled on about how much "work" he was doing since the genophage was cured. Alex assumed he meant working with the Council, but he graciously clarified that he was tired from the line of females outside his house waiting on him to be "fertilized". Now that the krogan could reproduce, females were on the hunt for the strongest and wisest of their kind. As Clan Urdnot's leader and pioneer of curing the genophage, Wrex was at the top of the list. He ended his message with needing to find a bag of ice. Wrex was about to have a big family soon. And that added more reasons to make sure that a future for the krogan could have a chance to be realized.
"We just have to beat the reapers first," she sighed.
"Hey," Garrus said, placing his hand over hers and squeezing it firmly. "That doesn't sound like my girl. We'll find a way to win."
Alex's heart was beating fast again, pounding like a jackhammer inside her rib cage. How did he always have the right words to say?
"Now, how about we set up a camera so we can get these vids and royalties going?"
Correction: sometimes. Sometimes he had the right words.
A war within a war was simply inconvenient timing. Not that there was ever a good time for war, but if the Normandy crew could help the quarians win theirs, they could get the largest fleet on their side, and that gave everyone more hope.
Settling this war would also carry out Alex's promise to Legion. There was a little guilt for not holding up her end of the bargain of helping Legion free the heretics from Reaper control for so long. But now was the time to rectify that. Not only for Legion but for the quarians and the rest of the galaxy. If they could find whatever's broadcasting the Reaper signal and shut it down, it'd throw the geth in disarray and give the quarians a chance to retreat. Then they could go in to disable the geth server controlling heretic fighters and "rewrite" them using Reaper code Legion was able to obtain. His kind would finally be free of Reaper control. Allowed to have free will. Maybe then the quarians and geth could reach a state of peace. Not to mention, this would drastically reduce Saren's army.
But one step at a time.
Literally.
The only free connection from the Normandy to the geth dreadnought was torn up, so only one person at a time could cross it safely. Alex volunteered to go first, though not very confidently. There was some solace that the geth couldn't simply look out a window and blow them all up. Windows were a structural weakness, as Legion said.
The slow trek to the dreadnought was unnervingly silent. Between clunks of her mag-boots, all she could hear was the white noise of the radio and the sound of her own breathing.
"I must admit I'm feeling a little uneasy," Nihlus confessed over the comms. "I haven't been around this many geth since Eden Prime."
Alex was careful in her response. Her attention was narrowed in on the metal panels beneath her mag-boots as she strategically placed one foot in front of the other, steering clear of any portions of the dilapidated tube that look like might break away. The slightest distraction and she'd float away with the debris.
"You feel uneasy?" Alex huffed. "Imagine how I felt when they were the first thing I saw waking up. With surgical tools."
He chuckled. "Alright, you win that one."
"So, Tali," she began after her next step had landed. "An admiral, huh?"
"It mostly a formality. I'm an expert on the geth."
"That you are."
"Well, I think you'll be glad to know that ever since I've been in charge, we have way better dextro food now," Garrus popped in, pride singing along his words. "I also have some turian chocolate from Dr. Michel, if you want some."
The anticipation of a response hung in the air. Alex was too preoccupied with her footing to even process what he'd said.
"A woman sent you turian chocolate?" Nihlus asked slowly.
"She said she saw it and thought of me. Why?"
The realization finally struck Alex, and her feet stopped moving. "Dr. Michel? The woman you saved down in the wards at the clinic?"
"Yeah. How'd you-" He hummed thoughtfully. "Right. You read my C-Sec file. Why do I feel like I'm missing something here?"
"Oh nothing," Tali chirped. "Watch yourself, Shepard."
"Spirits. You are clueless, Vakarian."
Stifled snickering sputtered in her earpiece, and she continued walking. In another time, Alex may have considered Tali's warning, but the aching and bruising on her upper shoulder assured her that she had nothing to worry about. Nothing would ever come between Shepard and Vakarian.