Authors note: sorry for the late update! Lost the concept of time for a bit there and sorta recessed into a bit of a hermit. here's the chapter i missed! I think it was only one? i don't even remember. ill get the next one on sunday like i am supposed to. hope you don't mind some light fluff? miiiight get a bit smutty in the next chapter, still undecided as im still unsure how i want to go about the second half of this little series. lemme know if you want more in the comments!
He was so mesmerized. He couldn't free his gaze from the soft strands that shimmered like fire. He tried to recall if he ever felt anything as soft as her. All Turians are hard and rough. An equally soft sound seeped through her lips as his hands trailed from her red fringe down her neck. He could feel her heartbeat there, and it was racing. His brow plates pressed together in a Turian frown. Maybe she was scared after all.
He leaned in closer, his head hovering next to her throat just above her shoulder so he could evaluate her scent. This close he could hear the blood rushing from her heart, the fast but steady woosh woosh sent tingles up his spine. She didn't smell scared, no sour tang like when he first saw her. But there was something.. Different.
Not realizing his body moved on its own, his carapace now pressed against her chest, almost pushing her over if it wasn't for his hand on her neck pulling her closer, his other hand firmly in the dirt to support his weight. He took another breath, needing to understand this new scent. Her normal scent of flowers was now mixed with something much sweeter. His mind was blind to the involuntary rumble in his chest.
The scent was intoxicating, like a drug he couldn't get enough of. His mouth watered with every intake, he could almost taste it, he wanted to. He lost all sensation apart from taste when his tongue reached the divet between her neck and collar bone. He couldn't hear her voice or feel his own body trembling over her. He dragged his tongue from the divet up to her jaw and under her ear. Sweet, and a little salty, and oh so irresistibly soft.
His senses rushed back to him when she reached under his fringe, her curious fingers trailing low under the space between his neck and his armor. He could now feel his body, the way it pressed her against the floor, the vibration in his chest, and the shift in his plates. He would have jumped to his feet if it wasn't for her hands wrapped around him. He hovered above her, watching her, waiting for her to run away screaming, until it all sank in.
Her increase in temperature, making her cheeks flush and her skin glisten, her laboured breathing, and the sweet scent. If she was a Turian, at her age she would be just starting to mature into fertility, producing mass amounts of pheromones to entice a mate. She was aroused, and the tightness of his armor only seemed to confirm his suspicion.
"Mindae, spirits, I'm so sorry." he nearly whispered as he clamored off her, glad he was in his heavy, restricting armor for once.
He watched for her reaction, sure she would run away from him. As she came down from her hormonal high, she too seemed to put the pieces together. She sat up abruptly with her hands clasped over her mouth, mumbling something underneath them. Her eyes wide with the same panic Garrus felt as they scanned one another.
Before he could let the panic subside, Garrus grabbed his helmet and hightailed it to the window. He fucked up. His hands were on the window frame when he stopped, the name she used for him calling to him. He turned to look at her, grateful she couldn't see the shame in his eyes. Her hand was reached out to him, her usual sign to stop, tears rolled down her cheeks, and her eyes begged him not to run from her.