The last time I asked Shepard to go to Flux with me, it went very badly. The Normandy was about to leave the Citadel, and the crew was gathering at the club for a send-off. I wanted Shepard to come out with me, to be out with me for the first time as us.
Maybe the timing was bad. We'd been photographed embracing after Saren died, and it was all over the extranet. A bunch of people reacted poorly, and they weren't exactly quiet about it. The graffiti didn't bother me much - hell, why would it when I had Shepard in my bed every night? - but I learned after the fact that it really got to Shepard.
When I asked her to come out to the club with me, it ruined whatever sort of relationship we had at the time. She dumped me, she left me, she broke my heart. Actually, I know now that she broke both of our hearts. So it feels pretty reasonable that I'm nervous about tonight.
We had dinner out with the crew, and I touched base with some of my old C-Sec buddies. They want to meet up at Flux, and they invited the crew of the Normandy.
I know that Shepard wants to go out tonight. I know that she kissed me in public on the Citadel earlier today. But I don't know what she'll expect of me or what she'll want later tonight when we get to the club, when we're around my old friends. She promised to be open about it, to talk to me if there were any issues, but she's struggled with talking in the past. Spirits, I want so badly to trust her. She's my bondmate, my best friend, she's everything. And I'm terrified she's still halfway out the door.
The ladies on the crew went back out their own after dinner. Kelly said something about deserving heels that I didn't really listen to. All I know is that they're meeting us at the club...and that I don't know how to be around my girlfriend when she gets there.
"What's going on with you?" Joker asks, tapping my knee. He's sitting beside me in the rapid transit we grabbed for the ride to Flux, Grunt across from us and Jack on my other side.
"Nothing," I lie, shaking my head. "It'll be weird to spend time with people who thought I was dead for two years."
That one's only a partial lie at least. Orbin messaged me after the last time we were on the Citadel, when he heard I might be back. We've talked and caught up since then, and my friends who are still here have some idea of what happened and where I went. But to face them again, all of them knowing that I got broken-hearted over a human...I'm a little anxious. It's been a long time.
Grunt chuckles. "It's probably a little like telling people you're fully grown and only a few weeks old."
It puts me at ease to laugh with them, and I can relax even further when we get to the club and the welcome is warm. Orbin hugs me hard, emotionally, and his pregnant bondmate Thera hugs me even harder. The others seem just as excited I'm back, and they're all nice to the crew. Although I wish they were a little less interested in Jack...or that she could enjoy the interest less.
We grab a table near the side of the room to catch up, sitting in high-top chairs and ordering rounds and shots. The first shots arrive just as I spot Gabby and Kelly walking into the club. They look good, happy and casual. Kasumi follows them in, immediately drawing some attention in a black leather number. She's pretty, no denying that. She's just not my type.
And then my type comes walking into the door, the hottest damn thing this club has ever had to handle. She's wearing a black skirt showing off miles of long, strong legs and a top that ties behind her neck, so much of her neck and shoulders exposed it takes my breath away. It does some favors for her cleavage, too - not that it needs the help.
Kelly spots us first, grabbing the attention of the others, and I watch Shepard notice me. I can see arousal wash through her instantly, my body calling and hers responding. I wonder if she can feel that, too.
I know for certain that she can feel the way the air sparks to life between us whenever we're close or even just looking at her. The temperature in the club sky rockets, and I can feel the atmosphere tingling, carrying a wave of cinnamon and citrus across the club to me. Shepard strides across the room with the others. Kasumi leans into her side and whispers something in her ear that makes both of them laugh; she's even more beautiful when she's smiling.
"Damn," Quin mutters from the other side of the table. I don't have to look to know who he's watching, especially since Quin used to be the only Turian I've ever known who slept with humans. It's becomes a little more commonplace - sex only, not relationships - but Quin has a thing for humans. If they were all like Shepard, I probably would too.
I can't take my eyes off her as she approaches and Shepard smiles at me, familiar and hot and...damn, I love her. I want so badly to reach for her as she approaches and I almost hesitate...until I remember that Shepard promised to tell me if she didn't want me to touch her. She never asked me to promise not to.
Even knowing that a backfire could really hurt, I decide to trust her, and when she's close enough, I catch Shepard's hand and pull her to my side. I haven't seen her much today, and I'm not ashamed of how much I miss her. "Hey, kid," I breathe, dropping my head to nuzzle the space where her shoulder and neck meet.
Shepard doesn't even resist for a second, tilting her head to give me more access and sliding her hand across my chest to hold my other shoulder. "Hi, big guy," she replies. I nip her, and she jumps a little, making me fight the urge to run my tongue up her throat.
"Big guy, huh?" I hear Orbin tease. "She must not know a lot of Turians."
I laugh and lift my head, keeping Shepard close. "Yeah, that's it. Shepard, do you remember Orbin? This is his wife, Thera. And a few old friends - Quin, Luc, and Tulus." I do the same introductions in reverse, trying not to take too much notice of the way the guys are reacting to the ladies from the Normandy. These are great guys, I know, but I have to wonder if either party knows what they'd be getting into.
And I mostly don't care. Shepard is in my arms.
"You look incredible," I tell her while the rest of the group is exchanging pleasantries and small talk.
"Not so bad yourself," she replies, playfully tugging the collar of my shirt. I'm not exactly dressed up, but if she's happy, I'll take it. "Guess what I did today?" I quirk my browplates, asking silently. "I...bought your Christmas present."
"Oh, did you now? What is it?"
She laughs and reaches for the table, gathering two shot glasses and handing one to me. "I'm not telling! That ruins the whole surprise."
"Mmm, I do like surprises." I accept the shot and then stare at the glass, suddenly realizing what I'm facing. "I'm gonna pass for now," I tell her, immediately hating myself because it feels like a lie if she doesn't know why. I think I could drink safely, here and now. The darkness isn't weighing me down, not making me want to drown in a bottle. But it's never really gone. How do I know I'll be safe?
Shepard narrows her eyes a little but doesn't push it, nodding and just taking one of the shots for herself. I pull her forward to settle in on my lap, and Shepard wraps her arms around my shoulders. I'd like to just be absorbed in Shepard but I don't want to be rude, and I have missed these people.
I tap the table in front of Thera and she looks up at me with a smile. "You'd just had a baby the last time I saw you. Working hard, huh?"
"You know it," Orbin teases, nuzzling the side of Thera's head with his forehead.
Thera presses her hand to her swollen belly and rolls her eyes. "This little guy was a surprise. A great one but still. I might get Orb fixed." Shepard and I both laugh when Orbin grimaces dramatically at the suggestion.
Her pregnancy reminds me of Nalah, and that comes with a big wave of pain. Now I'm glad I didn't take a drink because an urge this strong can't be good. I should reach out to her, make sure she's OK. I should have done that well before now. Something else to dump on Shepard.
As if she can read my mind - or maybe my body - Shepard presses a quick kiss to my cheek. For no reason, just mid conversation. Like she just needed to. It means everything to me.
"So!" Luc smacks the table and gives me a downright feral grin. "This is your girl? The one who pulled you away from us?" I tense and feel Shepard do the same. I like Luc, we've been friends for years, but I'll lay him out right here. He should know that.
"Yep, guess that's me," Shepard answers. Her hand tightens on my shoulder, and I know it's a warning. She doesn't want me to start a fight. I may not have a choice if Luc doesn't choose his next words carefully.
"Well, then as some of Garrus's oldest friends, we have an obligation." Luc's grin grows. "To embarrass the hell out of him."
The crew of the Normandy cheers at that while relief floods me and Shepard melts into me like that same wave just hit her. She kisses my cheek again, chuckling softly into my ear.
"Okay, okay, I have to know," Joker begins, holding up a hand to stop anyone else from asking questions. "He hasn't always been this cool, suave, badass, right? I mean, save our pride and tell us he had an awkward phase."
Thera laughs and shakes her head. "I don't know, I always remember him being like this," she tells them. "Including the cocky attitude," she adds with a laugh.
"That definitely has not changed," Shepard teases. I laugh and settle in for the hazing that I deserve from both sides. It's all good natured anyway, and so what if the crew learns a few secrets.
After a while, conversations branch off, and then a few of them break off to dance or find a stranger to hit on, and by then Shepard is sitting completely on my lap. It's taken a good deal of effort but once Gabby, who was standing closest, walks away, I stop trying not to grope her and slide my hand slowly up her thigh.
"Stop that," Shepard mutters into her drink, masking her smile with a sip.
"I can't help it," I murmur in response, keeping my mouth close to her ear. "I ever tell you how much I like your legs? So soft," I breathe, letting my fingers graze the inside of her thigh. Her legs are pressed together - thanks to the skirt - but I feel her squeeze her thighs tighter and I know her well enough to recognize that signal of her arousal.
"I have had too much to drink for you to be tempting like this...and not enough that I could blame it on the alcohol." She giggles sweetly, the sound doing incredible things to my heart and the hard-on I'm going to be sporting shortly. I nuzzle her face and she leans into me. "I'm surprised you're focused on my legs and not my tits in this shirt. Kasumi's idea."
"Remind me to thank Kasumi," I growl, almost desperate to put my face in her cleavage. "Believe me, I'm focused on those, too. The moment you walked in here I thought about getting my dick between them, letting you jerk me off with your breasts." She gasps, her breath shaky. "Yeah? Would you like that, baby?"
"I like whatever makes you cum for me, Sir."
That does it, my plates shifting enough that she most definitely feels my growing erection. "When can we leave?"
"Hey, not yet!" Orbin interjects, nudging my leg.
Shepard jumps and her cheeks flush a little; she's almost definitely wondering how much of all that the other Turians at the table heard. I know how much they heard, and I don't really care. Neither do they.
Orbin is beaming at me when I look up. "You look really happy, Pup."
"I am," I assure him, leaning my head against Shepard's. She squeezes me and I earn another kiss to my cheek.
Quin cocks his head, examining Shepard for a moment, and then makes a soft noise. "I'm surprised she's not marked. Gorgeous girl like that...you'd better get on it, man."
Shit. I've never talked to Shepard about marking. She has some idea of the difference between marriage and bonding in our culture, but not everything involved. And she certainly doesn't know that I've already bonded with her. How is a human going to react when she learns that my people expect me to maul her neck and scar her permanently? I can't expect her to have the same appreciation for the ritual as Turians.
It doesn't mean I haven't thought about it. I can remember thinking about sinking my teeth into her throat and signaling her as mine for the rest of our lives way back on the first Normandy. I should have realized back then just how far under my plates she was getting.
No. Can't go there. We have the future.
Maybe my future involves a mark on Shepard.
"Do you wanna dance?" I ask Shepard instead of answering that question. I can tell she's curious about it too but she doesn't argue and nods, standing from my lap and then waiting for me. The remaining people at our tables join us on the way, but as we near the dance floor and Shepard starts rocking her hips, I lose awareness of anyone else in the club.
I pull her up against me, our bodies finding rhythm with the music and each other seamlessly. A fast paced beat rocks around us and Shepard sways to the music in my arms, her curves rubbing up against me. I'm powerless to keep from touching her, running my hands over her spine and waist, over her hips, grazing her breasts. Shepard is hands on too, tugging my fringe and teasing my neck with her fingers. I can feel eyes on us around the club. To any Turian, it's obvious that there's more between us than casual sex; they can smell it in my hormones as much as they can smell me all over Shepard. Instead of making me feel self conscious or concerned, pride continues to build inside me. My girl is hot, into me, and damn can she dance. I want the whole club, station, galaxy to know that she's mine and I belong to her.
I want to mark her.
Shepard turns in my arms as the song shifts into something slower, rolling her hips back against mine. I drop my head into the curve of her neck and lick the skin there, moaning when the taste of her sweat - salty and sweet and cinnamon - explodes on my tongue. She reaches her arm back to hold behind my head, finding exactly the right spot under my fringe. Exactly like the last time we danced together, right here in this club, things start to escalate and I feel powerless to stop it. I don't want to stop it.
I'll never get enough of this woman, never stop craving how she makes me feel.
I run my hands over her waist and then low on her stomach, pulling her back against me more firmly so she can feel my arousal. "Do you wanna get out of here with me?"
She recognizes it, I know. The same question I asked three years ago, the first moment of truth that started the two of us on this road. I want her just as badly now as I did then. More.
Shepard turns back around, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down low enough that she can whisper, choosing to speak into my ear. "Let's find somewhere here," she almost moans. "I want you to want it so badly, you can't wait."
"Elle." A growl rips from my throat and I fist my hand in her top. "I always want you that badly. Let me show you. Come on."
I catch her hand and start walking, tugging Shepard along behind me. I know I'm going fast enough that she'll have to run to keep up, but I don't care. I can't stop now. Shepard follows me down the hallway toward the bathrooms without hesitating, and I only feel her falter a little at the door to the women's room. She doesn't stop me though when I pull her inside and then into a stall; I lock the door behind us but if anyone comes in...
"You sure?" I check, turning back to her now.
"Yes, sir." Shepard smiles at me, her lips pink and full, and then she leans against the wall of the stall. She rests one foot in a sexy pair of heels up on the toilet and pulls her skirt up enough to show me the thin pink lace underneath. I can see that the fabric is already wet and I fall to my knees in worship, burying my face between her thighs and nuzzling the lace.
"Hold still." I use a talon to break through her panties and tear them to give me room. Then I push that same finger inside her and flick my tongue over her clit, reveling in her sweet little whimper. "Quiet. I'm gonna be pissed if we get thrown out before I finish with you."
"Oh, I hope you mean in me."
I laugh and stand again, going for my belt and leaving Shepard panting. "We aren't gonna have a lot of time. I'll take care of you at home, but I can't wait. I need to cum inside you. So turn around and bend over."
Shepard's eyes drop to my cock when I work it out through my zipper and I watch her tongue flash over her lips when she watches me stroke it. But then she obeys and turns around, bending over and resting her hand against the wall. She can't bend far if we're going to have enough room, but I can make anything work as long as I can get inside her.
"I'm gonna take you hard and fast. Do not scream. Ready?"
"Yes, si - ah!" It trails off in a yelp, not quite a scream, when I snap my hips and take her in one smooth stroke. Instinct tells me to pause, to wait and make sure I don't cum too fast. But we need to be fast in here. So I keep going, driving my dick all the way inside her hard enough that Shepard has to press against the wall to keep from falling forward.
And still it's not enough. It's never enough; I can't get enough.
"Getting fucked in a bathroom at a club, Shepard," I growl at her, keeping my voice low and listening carefully for the door. Well, as carefully as I can. "You really have become a dirty little thing, haven't you?"
Shepard moans and quivers. "Only for you," she breathes, panting with every thrust.
"Mmm, I know it, my love. You were made for me."
"Yes...I'm yours." She shakes again, head to toe, and arches her spine. "Can you...right there? Please?"
"Yeah?" I didn't think she'd be able to cum with me this quickly. "You've wanted this all night, haven't you? Fuck. Cum for me, baby, right here. Milk my dick."
She barely stifles herself from crying out and then I feel her shaking harder, her body clenching and scorching hot around my cock. She says my name almost in a whimper, just fucking perfect, and then her body clamps down hard with her orgasm. It drags mine out violently and I spill inside her, pumping through the climax with shockwaves barreling through me. I have to catch my breath, her effect on me so intense that I nearly lose my mind.
"Damn, baby." I want to collapse, but I force myself to stay upright and brace myself, pulling out of her gently. She moans and then stands, her body still trembling so I guide her to lean back against me for a moment. "We can't stay here. You OK?"
"God, yes. That was even hotter than I thought it would be."
"Hmm." I lean down and nip her throat. "Someone's an exhibitionist. I like that."
Shepard turns her head to look at me, green eyes blazing. "I want to give you everything you want," she whispers. "All your fantasies, Garrus...I want to be them."
"Oh, you are," I promise, turning her around and meeting her forehead with mine. "I told you, kid; you're made for me." She smiles and lets me kiss her before I stand up straight again. I start to adjust, put myself away, but Shepard brushes my hands aside and does it for me. That's definitely one way to keep me hard. "Let's go say goodnight and then I'm taking you home."
"Wait, what?" she balks as I unlock the door and take her hand, pulling her out of the stall behind me. "Garrus! We can't go say goodbye! They're all going to smell you on me!"
I flash her a grin while pushing open the door to the bathroom, letting the sound of the club flow back over us. "Oh, I know. That's part of the fun."
She starts to complain, and then we get stopped in the doorway by a couple of Asari who only wanted to do their business. They exchange glances and then gawk at us. For once, I have no idea what to say, but Shepard comes to my rescue and shifts in front of me so that she can pull me through the door. She winks at the Asari behind me and quips, "Can you blame me?"
I hear them giggle and shake my head at Shepard who looks immensely pleased with herself. "Mmhmm and you don't wanna say goodnight to friends? Come on now. Be brave."
"Oh, God," she groans but doesn't stop me from pulling her toward the table where the C-Sec crew and some of the Normandy have returned, gathered around fresh shots.
"And where were you?" Jack demands, a shit eating grin on her face. She has Quin hanging all over her. Good for her. At least I know she'll be safe tonight.
"We're getting out of here," I tell them all, ignoring that question and aiming for Orbin, keeping my hold on Shepard's hand. I only release her when Orbin stands to hug me. "Thanks for coming out, Orb. I needed this." I need to believe good reunions are possible with people left behind when I ran to Omega, especially while I'm being denied that with my mom.
"We did too, Pup. It's good to see you like this." He smiles toward Shepard and I follow his gaze, finding Shepard and Thera laughing and embracing. "Hang on to her, Garrus. She's special."
"Oh, I plan on it," I promise. Orbin pats my back and then steps back so I can say goodbye to the others and to Thera. They promise to keep me updated on pregnancy and baby news, and I promise to keep them all updated on Reaper news. I can tell the whole Normandy crew likes that one; it's nice to know that at least a few people in the galaxy believe us.
Shepard warns the crew not to cause trouble and then lets me pull her out of the club, tucking her under my arm. "God, this all feels so familiar," she laughs as we take a walk to a rapid transit station. "You know, I want you even more now than I did then."
"I know what you mean," I assure her, squeezing her shoulders. "I told you, we get closer and more intimate - more intense - every time we're together. And..." I lean down to kiss the top of her head. "You're my best friend. That's the sort of love that never stops growing."
"You're my best friend too, you know. I should have treated you better."
"Hey." I tug her to stop, preventing her from calling the rapid transit. "I thought we were looking forward. What's going in that head?" She laughs when I tap her forehead gently.
"No, we are looking forward. Sorry. I just..." She shrugs a little. "I think about what we could have now, about where we could be if I hadn't screwed it all up."
Her pain lances through me like it's my own, and I take a breath, pulling her closer and then reaching out to order the rapid transit. "You wanna know what I think about us having now? How I see our future?"
She looks up at me, all the alcohol already burnt out of her system so her eyes are clear and bright. "You think about that?"
"Yeah, Shepard," I laugh, "I've thought about that for years."
"Me, too," she whispers. "Tell me."
I inhale deeply again, wrapping both arms around her to try and ground myself a little. It's not easy to tell her anything that makes me feel vulnerable; part of me remembers that she could use this against me when she leaves me. But I can't let that fear get in the way of us. This woman is my future no matter how hard I fight against it, and that fight is just exhausting...it's not right. This woman has me, heart and soul.
"I think about marking you," I begin, certain that she has questions about that. "It's something that Turians do when we've committed to one another. We mate for life, so we use a mark that's for life too - a scar. On the throat. Shepard..." I have to steady myself to confess, "I thought about marking you as mine years ago. I've always known you're the one."
Shepard beams up at me and I think she's going to say something but the transit pulls up and we pause to climb in. As soon as I'm seated, Shepard slides up against me and hooks her leg over mine. "Keep talking, big guy."
"I think about getting a home together - a real one, not quarters on a ship. Even if the quarters are absurdly fancy."
"Our next house needs a massive fish tank, I refuse to live without one now," she quips.
I laugh with her. "I think more about the shower, to be honest. Remember my shower on the Citadel, how tight a squeeze that was? Never again."
"And a giant bed that we only use like a quarter off because I sleep basically on top of you and you sleep with your hand up my shirt." My head falls back to make room for the laughter, an easy joy flooding me. We're joking but I can see that she's serious, too. Shepard shares my dreams. "Do you wanna live on Palaven?" she asks.
"Spirits, no," I answer firmly and positively. "I don't want my kids to be forced into duty for the rest of their lives. I love my home and our military, and it's honor fighting for it, but...I'm a bad Turian. I want more for my kids." Only when the words are out do I meet her eyes again, and only then do I realize what I just said. "I, uh...I guess now you also know that I think about having kids with you."
Of course, that's exactly when the rapid transit stops. I'm not sure if it's a blessing or a curse when I have to wait to hear her response to that.
We get out of the car, Shepard accepting my hands to help balance on the heels, and then head back onto our ship. It's a good sign, I hope, that Shepard is still snuggled against my side as we walk. "Wait," she calls, stopping me from heading toward the elevator. I let her push me against the railing on the bridge and she follows, wrapping herself around me.
"Mmm, I like this," I breathe, slipping my hand to the back of her thigh and pulling her leg up on the railing.
"I want to have kids with you." My heart stops and my hand freezes, the wind knocked right out of me. "And I want your mark. I want whatever you'll give me, all of it." Shepard's hand drops between us and grips my cock, still not completely flaccid. "Starting with this."
I lunge at her, kissing her hard and dragging my talons further down her thigh. She melts against me, letting my fingers graze the wet heat at her core. She keeps stroking me through my pants, massaging new life into my dick and getting my heart racing. I mirror her movements against her clit, drawing out a moan, and then shift my hand lower, dragging over a place I've never touched on her before. Shepard jumps but I was expecting that so she doesn't get far, and then she relaxes when I move my fingers back to more familiar territory.
"Not tonight," I promise, bringing her lips back to mine. "But it would help me to know if that's completely off limits."
"I...don't think so," she breathes, voice shaking a little. "I'm just...I don't know if I'll like it."
I smile and nip her bottom lip. "I know you'll love it, baby. But relax. Not tonight. Tonight, I just want to take advantage of a very empty ship and this incredible little outfit."
Shepard closes her eyes and whispers my name, then says, "EDI, privacy mode but I want alerts before anyone is permitted back onto the ship." The AI agrees and then Shepard eyes me. "Where first?"
First, Shepard sucks me off in the pilot's chair. I eat her out on the counter in Mess Hall, I fuck her hard in the CIC, and then I take her to galaxy map and lay her out across it, sliding inside her from behind. We have a view of the entire galaxy, Shepard's hands sliding across systems and planets while she tries for purchase. I keep my pace slow and steady, easier now that I've cum a dozen times today.
I look down, watching my blue cock stretch her soft, pink body and can't help the growl deep in my throat at the sight. "You like this, my love?"
"Oh, God...oh, Garrus," she moans, arching her spine and looking back at me. "I love it. You feel amazing. Don't stop."
"Never," I promise. "I'll be here as long as you want me."
She closes her eyes and cries out, her palm slapping down on Palaven - even though she doesn't have the awareness to know that. "Forever. Please. Like that."
"Right here?" I ask, testing the spot with a twist of my hips. She cries again, her head falling forward to her forehead lands on the map. "Mmm, yeah, that's it. Can you cum for me again, Elle?"
"Yes, yes...oh, please, make me cum."
"Spirits." I lean over her, kissing the back of her bare shoulders and reaching for her hands, interlacing our fingers while I continue to stroke into her, tilting my hips to be where she wants me.
We cum together, fall apart with each other for the last possible time, right there on top of the galaxy.
"Shit, Elle. You call me a machine but you've done something to me. This is unreasonable."
She laughs at that, turning her head so she can kiss my cheek. "I'm feeling more than reasonably happy."
"You won't be when you have to carry me upstairs." Shepard laughs at that and I kiss her once more, bracing myself before pulling out of her slowly. My dick almost hurts at this point, and I can see that she's shakier than usual. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"
"Death by orgasm. There are worse things." We laugh together, maybe my favorite thing about sex with Shepard, and then we correct ourselves enough to do a quick clean-up everywhere that needs it. By the time we get into the elevator and head to bed, the club will be shutting down soon and we're both exhausted.
It's comforting, going through our individual nighttime routines together. It feels real, like we're actually living together when we're both in the bathroom mirror and then climbing into bed on our respective sides. We meet in the middle of the bed, as always, and Shepard cuddles up against my side. "I had fun tonight."
"I would hope so," I tease, dropping my hand to her ass playfully.
She laughs and gives me a little swat. "That, too! But I meant the club. It was really nice seeing you so at ease, getting to meet some of your friends." She looks up at me and adds, "They really care about you."
"They're good guys. And they liked you a lot." I scowl and add, "Quin might have liked Jack too much."
"You're cute," she teases, breaking off in a yawn and resting her head on me again. It's contagious and I find it hard to open my eyes again after. "I love this. Think you could do this forever with me, big guy?"
"Every damn day, baby. Forever."