Garrus
The barracks Wrex gave us was large, if a little awkwardly designed. The main floor was mostly opened, likely with the intention of parking several military vehicles inside. Currently the bulk of our supplies took up the center of the space. There were several doors along each wall, leading into additional rooms, and a wide staircase leading up to another floor. I followed my mate while Miranda gave us a rundown of the building. She had had one of the rooms made into the beginnings of an armory, another for additional gear, one for first aid, and even a decent kitchenette in another. I was impressed with what she had managed to organize in half a day.
Most of the second floor was being used for personal quarters. Cots, blankets, pillows, and most of our personal bags were stacked here.
"Have everyone met me downstairs in an hour, Miri," Laryna requested, grabbing her bag and swinging it over her shoulder. "We have a lot to talk about, and I want to share what knowledge I have so hopefully we all survive the night. Make sure all available tents and unclaimed blankets make their way into one of the tomkahs. I doubt we'll be returning tonight." I almost laughed when I saw the worried look that crossed the Cerberus operative's face, but she was dignified while she went about to carry out her orders.
"It's been awhile since we've drank with krogan," I mused as I also grab my own bag and my bedroll.
"And that was with only one," Laryna laughed. "Now we'll have a whole army to let loose with." She poked her head into several rooms before finding an empty one, then looked over her shoulder at me, a challenging smile on her lips before disappearing inside. I latched onto the invitation, following her through the entrance.
The room itself is small, set up with a single cot with a pillow and folded blanket in the center, a folding chair and table in the corner, and an additional low table for armor. I stood awkwardly just inside the threshold, feeling like I dominated the small space clearly not set up for two.
"You'll have to grab another cot from the supply pile, probably a chair. It'll be cramped but it's not like we'll be in here much," Laryna said, sitting her bag down on the cot and opening it up.
"Right," I muttered, putting down my bag just to the side of the door and doing as she suggested. I wasn't a big enough fool to decline sharing a sleeping space with her, no matter how uncomfortable. Her physical presence is more than enough to hold off looming nightmares; the last couple days was the best sleep I had in ages. I wasn't going to pass on the chance to spend more time with her during these more vulnerable hours. I was quickly able to gather both and head back, leaning both up against the wall. We spent the next ten minutes rearranging everything to fit the additional pieces. Our only real discussion was over who would be on the inside cot. "I don't want to accidentally crush you against the wall," I sighed.
"You'd be more likely to crush me if you needed to get up for some reason during the night and I'm between you and the door," she argued, rolling her eyes at me. "Besides, I am more than capable of getting you to roll the fuck over, and it's not like it's been an issue in the few nights we've slept together. So stop worrying."
I throw my hands up in surrender. "Fine. It also means I'm between you and anyone coming in through the door, so I guess I shouldn't complain."
Her green eyes narrowed in on me, just like I knew they would. "Don't you dare go being all 'knight in shining armor' or 'overprotective boyfriend' on me, Garrus. I'll go sleep with Tali."
"Is that something I get to watch?" I teased, and laughed as she threw her pillow at me. I tossed it back and started to remove my armor, humming pleasantly as I got the heavy chest piece off. I set it carefully on the low table and continue on to the other pieces until I was down to my undersuit. I smirked at my mate, who was lounging in a chair, her head tilted to the side, a soft smile on her face. "Like what you see, Commander?"
"Very," she purred back, sending fire straight to my groin. "I really wish we had more time."
"Wrex's get together isn't for hours yet," I pointed out, stripping out of my undersuit and folded it neatly. Her eyes followed my every movement, the smile turning into a full blown grin.
"Tons to do before then," she responded, finally standing and started on her own armor. I turned and leaned against the wall at the foot of our beds to watch, now completely naked, chuckling when I notice a slight blush on her pale cheeks. "I need to make sure the crew are attired properly, likely make sure we have some food in ourselves before we go, make sure there some food going with us, and it wouldn't hurt to get there a little early to set up tents and offer assistance for any preparation…"
"Ryna," I interrupted, and the flush deepened on her skin as she turned to look at me. "We're all adults, you don't need to babysit us. I'm sure Wrex has everything in hand on his end. Tonight, you don't need to be Commander Shepard. Tonight you're just a friend and krantt member celebrating with friends." And I closed the distance between us in two quick strides, pulling her tight against me as I run my hands down her arms and around her waist. "Your biggest concern should be about your mate wanting to sneak you away from the party for a more private celebration."
"Who would babysit the crew then?" she teased lightly, her hands running up my back, those thin fingers finding their ways in between my plates teasingly. I shiver and bend my neck down so I could lick the soft skin of her shoulder as I bare it, pulling her bodysuit down. "Garrus…" she gasped and I nipped her sensitive skin at the base of her neck. "We really don't have time."
"We have at least half an hour," I disagreed, making my way up her neck.
"Exactly," she laughed, pulling away and smirking up at me. "And I really doubt you can pull off a quickie, lover. It may be the only drawback for turian stamina."
"Is that a challenge?" I asked, a low purr rumbling my sub-harmonics.
"No," Laryna said firmly, though she placed a quick kiss against my mouth before stepping completely away to finish pulling off her undersuit. She stood in just her undergarments now, something I have only ever seen once before, I realized. When she had teased me after a mission and I had to practically run to avoid taking her right then and there. They were simple, black and form fitting; I've seen asari dancers in less. I looked over the scars on her body, wanting to desperately run my tongue over them. She started digging through her bags and pulled out her usual tank and sweats.
"You're going to Grunt's welcoming party in that?"
"Nah," Laryna replied. She wiggled her feet into a pair of black combat boots after slipping on her pants. "I'll change again before we go. I just like something loose and comfortable after being stuck in armor for hours." She gives me another lingering look. "Planning on running around naked?"
"Afraid someone else is going to want a piece of this, Ryna?" I chuckled while opening my own bag.
"I can think of three other people that would be happy to try," she stated simply. "Two of which are with us." My jaw dropped, mandibles wide in shock. She smiled and then laughed. "Make that four and three if I can count past crushes. I don't know how you rank in the eyes of your own species, love, but you're a damn fine, striking figure on the Normandy." Her eyes shined mischievously. "And that's without them knowing the full package."
No, she had to be teasing me. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Who?" She giggled and shook her head. I dropped the pants I was holding and coiled, and her eyes got wide. "Who?" I asked again. When she shook her head again I lunged, but my arms circled around empty air as her biotics flared and she literally jumped out of my reach. Laryna disappeared out the door with a chuckle, her tank still in her hands.
I let out a frustrated growl and went back to getting dressed. Of course I didn't really care about the interest of anyone else, but the damned curiosity was going to eat away at me now. I've spent so much time worrying about who else wanted my mate that I never imagined our rules being reversed. I am fairly certain the one not with us is Kelly; she's always been openly flirtatious. Past crush? Had to be Tali. But the other two…
Following Laryna's example, I also dressed comfortably for the time being. The pants were form fitting but the top loose, and I rolled my shoulders to ease out more of the stiffness from my heavy armor. I nodded to one of the Normandy's hands as I exited the room; looks like he was gathering up the unclaimed blankets from the pile.
Most everyone was already gathered downstairs when I got there. Laryna was in mild commander mode, giving more helpers, Thane, and Jacob orders with the remaining supplies downstairs to at least their respected rooms. I didn't hesitate to grab a crate and follow her instructions. Soon the excess space was cleared and a large table was being constructed, a few of the unclaimed chairs for the private quarters shoved under it.
"Okay team," Laryna said in her clear, currently overly friendly voice. Her excitement was oozing out of her, and a few people chuckled at her eagerness. "In just a couple hours, we'll be escorted to the welcoming grounds for clan Urdnot, where we'll celebrate Grunt gaining his acceptance into the wonderful rule as Wrex's new peon." Grunt growled at her, but there was no force behind it. "Krogan can live off pretty much anything when it comes to food, so I would strongly suggest eating something before we go, because anything there would likely make any one of us sick nigh onto death.
I'll attempt to get some snacks made to take with us. I have an entire crate of booze to also take. And not all of it cheap, curtsy of Cerberus!" A round of laughter. "But please, be careful. Krogan are rough to be around sober, drunk they're fucking crazy. I'd suggest dressing with headbutts in your mind's eye. I totally plan on having a reinforced vest on under my shirt. Until our guide gets here, attempt to make yourselves useful. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to answer them. Oh, and attendance is not mandatory. This is all for fun. Dismissed."
I hesitated as the group split up, unsure of my role. It's not like there was a big gun or a Mako to attend too. I strolled over to my mate, crossing my arms to avoid wrapping them around her. "Little lost here, Laryna. How can I help?"
Her eyes unfocused a moment while she thought. "Do a check of the surrounding area. Even with Wrex's permission and protection to be here, I am a little worried about rival clans making a move. I'd like your opinion on our vulnerability."
"On it," I replied, and had to resist the urge to lean forward and touch my forehead to hers. I give her a quick grin instead and made my way to the main entrance. Spirits, what has come over me? In any of my past relationships, I have never felt the need to so openly express my attraction and desire as I do for this human woman. She's only been my mate for a couple days. Not that the Normandy crew would care; many would be pleased to see my efforts in making the commander happy, but it would be hard later to reel myself in when we were in any actual public setting if I give myself free reign now. Public displays of affection was frowned upon for courting couples. I winced to think about how any witnessing turian would react to me being so open with a human on top of that.
Not that her being human has me put off in the slightest. While I may not be attracted to human in general, I wasn't going to hold back how I liked this one because she lacked plates. My father was going to be furious though, if Laryna still wants me around in her bed after our mission is done. There was no way I was giving her up on my own.
And here I was foolish enough to think I could wait until closer to the end of the mission to express myself in any manner at all. Perhaps, if we took away the flirting and heated encounters, and exercise any kind of restraint, it would have been possible. I chuckled at myself as I stepped out into the fading daylight, looking around and bringing up my omni-tool to start measuring distances and make notes. Any restraint had long left me years ago. I doubt I would have had any if I thought I had a chance with Laryna back when I first got to know her. While I was able to keep a tighter hold of myself while in C-Sec and the original Normandy, I had given in to far to many casual encounters while on Omega. Even then, it's been nearly five years since I've ever marked anyone for more than one tumble.
It's been two days and I've taken Laryna eight times, and would happily lock us in our room for the reminder of the night, Grunt be damned, if she'd let me and take her as many times as I could. No turian woman had ever made me feel that way.
I was also damned happy about her cybernetics that provided her speed healing, otherwise she'd likely be to sore to move right now, and not looking at me with pain in her eyes instead of lust. I hoped I never had to give advice to any other curious turians; my human was not normal.
It took me less than an hour to make my assessments from the ground, so I used the rough layer of the building and the lack of armor to my advantage and climbed up to the roof. Having left my hands and feet bare made it easy. I stood for a few minutes, appreciating the moment I was in. Here I was, a turian, standing on invitation on the homeworld of the krogan, after only hours earlier finishing a significant cultural rite that no one else among my kind has ever seen, much less taken part in.
Another twenty minutes provided me with the rest of the information I needed to know, and I cautiously climbed back down. Walking back inside, the central table was currently covered in food, and nearly everyone was there helping themselves except for the person I wanted to see. Then I nearly rolled my eyes at myself. She'd be in the kitchen.
I found both my mate and Tali inside the make-shift kitchen area. A small spread of dextro food was laid out here, and the small quarian was picking at it without much interest. She greets me though, and I thrill back in turn as I sat down.
"Hey, you," Laryna said, not even turning around from where she's fussing over a burner.
"Hey," I said back, smiling at the domestic display. "I'm done with the evaluation if you have a minute."
"Go ahead and hit me," she replied, digging into a box on the floor and coming up with a small bottle that she started shaking over the pot she was minding. "I'm going to have to multi-task here."
I pull up my omni-tool again without delay. "Most of the area around us is fairly clear. Sneaking up on us from three of the four sides would be difficult; Wrex has patrols that pass through regularly between the main camp and here, and the areas to the left and right of our housing is cleared out of anything large enough to make it possible for something as large as a krogan to sneak up without being seen. The only potential issue is that we are on an incline, and the area behind us is higher and it does have more abstractions. Anyone approaching from that direction would have the height and possible surprise advantage.
"Wrex must have known this though. His guards at set up with one at the main entrance, one facing into each of the side directions, and two up on the crest of the hill. They have regular check ins with each other every ten minutes.
"The building itself is fairly sound. There are only three entrances on the main level, and the windows on either floor are to small to be used as breaches. The roof is completely closed off, though not that hard to access. So the most vulnerable place is the garage door, which has a guard. We may want to commit one or two of our own as additional watch, but otherwise we should be fair warned of any threats."
"Do you really think we're in danger here?" Tali asked calmly. I shrug but Laryna answered her.
"Most likely not," she stated, moving smoothly between more boxes on the floor. "But these are krogan, and they are more emotionally run than even they know. Us even being here is a show of Wrex's power, and attacking us is a direct assault against Urdnot. I just want to be prepared to answer if anyone is foolish enough to try, not just for our sake's, but for theirs, too."
Tali had wandered over while Laryna spoke, looking at the pots she had going. "What in the world are you making?"
"Dipping sauces," she replied. "There's no way in hell I can make enough of anything to satisfy the kind of crowd I'm sure we'll be seeing tonight, so I thought I would bring a little human culture with me. We love variety, and considering krogan rely mostly on a meat based diet because plants are so hard to grow here, I thought I'd bring something for them to spice up their food. A little bit can go a long way. It was the best I could think of on such short notice." She quickly sampled a spoon. "We also had some supplies not being used on the Normandy, and it was a good way to get rid of them."
The sauces certainly smelt interesting. Sweet and spicy aromas filled the air heavily. I come up behind her and nuzzle her neck. I can't see Tali minding the display. Laryna instantly leaned back against me while she continued to stir one of the pots, so I wrapped my arms around her stomach.
"Aren't you two just so cute," Tali teased. Laryna flashed her a smile while I hummed my agreement. "Does this mean you guys finally moved onto the next step?" I nipped my mate's shoulder in response, and Tali giggles. "I'll just go double check the tomkahs."
Laryna turned off the burners and turned in my arms. Lips found the skin of my throat while my hands found hers along her back. "Every time I turn around you're trying to seduce me."
"Trying?" I purred before running my tongue from her shoulder to her ear, chuckling as I felt her melt against me. "Can't we just stay here? Lose these clothes again. Ease more tension."
"Nope, I am looking forward to this far to much to back out," she replied, her hands teasingly on my hips now while her soft mouth ghosted over my neck. Damn, it felt so good. "When's the last time we really had the change to get plastered together?"
"You can't get plastered anymore," I reminded her, my hands finding their way into her pants and trailing down her ass and thighs. She pouts while also pressing more firmly against me, her hands now rubbing into my waist more insistently. Even with her teasing, I knew I wasn't going to win this. Not when she so clearly had her mind set. "Spirits, I want you so badly," I groan, my chin on the top of her head as I pulled my hands free and lightly wrap my arms around her again.
"We still have time, lover," Laryna said softly, her hands resting gently against the plates on my back and her head on my carapace. I knew her words were meant to be soothing, but my gut clinched, remembering what waited us in the future. I pulled away far enough to see her face, and she isn't smiling, her green eyes unusually dark. I think her own words registered in her mind the same way they did mine.
There was a strong possibility of one or both of us dying in the future. Laryna was drawing out our preparation and training as much as possible, even at the risk of her own people, to make sure we are all prepared, increasing our chances of walking away from this with our lives. Taking the time, like now with Grunt, and before with Sidonis, that no one was going to have any regrets.
My only possible regret now was in my arms. Time should be measured in decades, not months. I should have realized what she meant to me before her death; I shouldn't have stalled once she came back. All the time already lost in developing this new relationship with my best friend, and there is a deadline.
How am I suppose to figure out if I am in love with her if I only had days to figure it out? Spirits, I don't want to pressure her either. What if we are not meant to go further than this? What can I really give her long term? Disgraced C-Sec officer. Failed Spectre trainee. Defeated vigilante. Both of our peoples would likely be disgusted by our pairing. I couldn't likely give her children. Right now, during our preparation against the Collectors, is likely the only time I was going to have.
I'm not sure how long we stood there, looking at each other while my thoughts raged around in my head. I take a long breath through my nose, and gently rested my forehead against hers. "Yes," I managed, proud that my voice didn't crack. "We have time."
Laryna
He was a terrible lair.
I looked deep into his striking blue eyes, and I could see the pain there. The acknowledgment of the impending risks of our mission. The misery that right now, as we raced towards the finish line towards our assault on the Collectors, may be the only time we'll ever have. Has he considered the long term even if we both do survive? Was he mourning the end, regardless of the outcome down the line?
Why wasn't I brave enough to ask him? So much for trust and communication. I was terrified of his answers.
Reaching up, I cup both sides of his face and pull him down the short distance between our mouths so they could met. I kiss him tenderly, breathing in his scent slowly through my nose. If this was truly going to be the only time we have, I would do my best to make the most of it. No other regrets then the most painfully obvious one: I was in love with Garrus Vakarian and could not tell him.
"Laryna," I heard Miranda say in the direction of the door.
I sighed and ended the kiss, rolling back onto my heels and leaned to my left so I could look past my turian's shoulder. "Yeah?"
"There are a couple incoming tomkahs from the Urdnot camp, I'm assuming the escort."
"Thanks, Miri. Be ready to greet them, please. I'll get these bottled up, change really quick, and be out." My XO nodded and disappeared again, not even flustered. Maybe there was hope for her yet if she could remain so composed after seeing me so close with Garrus. "Are you going to change?" I asked my lover.
"No reason too," he replied, pinching the material of his shirt. "I doubt wearing anything nice would be wise."
"Huh, good point," I conceded. "Make yourself useful and wrap up the food still left on the table here. It'll give you and Tali something to munch on if you want later." I typed a quick message to Kasumi asking her to do the same thing with the leftovers in main room.
"Sure," he replied, setting to work. I watch him for a few moments, swallowing hard, before turning back to the six different pots I had prepped. I opened the large jars I had grabbed from a supply crate earlier and filled them with the sauces. I hoped they pleased our hosts. I carefully set each heavy jar into another crate, stuffing some rags in the free spaces for safer transport, and sealed it.
"Mind taking this out?" I asked Garrus. "I'm going to go change." He nodded and I pulled him close for another quick kiss before quickly strolling away. I pause for a long moment when I reached our room, both excited and sadden by the sight of our belonging mingling together.
This is what I really wanted out of the new life I've been given. A partner who knew me and accepted me the way I am. Who was my equal in every way. Who believed in me and the crazy visions I was given about impending destruction. And somehow, at least for now, I was getting what I wanted. I had all of that in Garrus. I wasn't foolish enough to think that the upcoming war with the Reapers would just vanish after taking out the Collectors. I was a soldier. Eventually, my love story will have to wait, assuming it had anywhere it could go. I walked over to my bag and started pulling out some sturdier clothes.
I switched out my sweats for a sturdy pair of jeans, though I kept my combat boots. I added a ceramic lined vest over top my tank and pulled a light sweater over top; Vakarian blue. I brushed my hair out quickly and braided it's length, allowing it to hang heavy against my back. Lastly, I pulled my bottle of pills out and managed to dry swallow one, grimacing a bit at the effort.
Satisfied, I quickly made my way back downstairs and towards the main entrance, determined to put aside all concerns for the future and enjoy the night with my boyfriend and crew. Live in the now; that should be my new motto. And I will do everything in my power to make sure they all have a future, even if it selfishly means they'll also end up having to face the Reapers.
Our loaned tomkahs were already loaded and everyone interested in attending was hovering around, ready to go. Wrex was speaking with Miranda as I walked up, and I fixed a smile on my face, still struggling with uplifting my mood. Maybe I would need to sneak off with Garrus at some point for awhile.
"Shepard," Wrex greeted me, and grunted at my clothing. "Figured you'd still be in your armor."
"Pfft, krogan aren't that scary," I teased, winking. I turned to Miranda. "I assume you're staying?"
"Yes, Commander. I believe Samara was staying as well. We'll continue to get some of the rooms organized. What time did you want to start tomorrow?"
I shrugged. "Let's assume the afternoon. Tomorrow I think we'll keep up the sparring sessions we've been doing, give people the chance to recover and still gain something beneficial. The next two days will be skirmishes, so we can get use to working in large groups. We'll return to the Normandy on the morning of the fourth day, and consider our next step."
"Understood," Miranda said, bringing up her omni-tool. "Don't hesitant to call me if you need anything." She walked away, pausing to speak with Jacob before disappearing into the barracks. I was a little disappointed she wasn't coming, but not practically surprised.
"How's the place suiting you?" Wrex asked as I shouted for everyone to move their asses.
"It's not bad," I replied, moving towards the vehicle Wrex arrived in. "A lot cleaner than I thought it would be."
Wrex chuckled while I swung myself inside, following quickly. "We've been fixing it up for a few weeks now. Going to make it my home eventually. Getting the filth out was time consuming. They finished the base cleaning not two days ago."
I frowned at my krogan friend, but didn't push on him giving up his preparations for my use. He wouldn't accept it. "We'll leave it in good order," I promised instead. Wrex chuckled and settled down while a few more krogan joined us inside. I was a little surprised that Garrus didn't join me when the doors closed. Hopefully that wouldn't get me into trouble later. He's already been stressing about my apparent popularity lately. "Thank you, for allowing me to bring my entire team, both for training and for this gathering."
"Just one of many," Wrex replied, and I flashed him a grin.
The ride was only about twenty minutes, just enough time for me to get through a war story on my recent adventures to amuse my audience. Everyone exit the tomkah eagerly, the excitement nearly visible in the air. I looked around curiously as I moved to the side to avoid being trampled under the krogan quickly joining the ones that were already present. There were about a dozen large bonfires forming a circle in a large clearing, all burning higher than the krogans milling around them. There were several banked fires off to the side, where I could see several prep tables full of mostly meat. I smiled, wandering how soon I could make my way over there without being teased.
What really caught my interest was a group with large drums and some kind of horns sitting in the center of fires, checking over their instruments carefully. They were brightly colored and pattern with the Urdnot clan markings.
A heavy hand landed on my shoulder as I took it all in.
"What can I do?" I asked.
"See to your people. A space for your tents is reserved over there," Wrex replied, removing his hand and pointed. "As soon as your done, feel free to help at the cooking fires. Everything will officially be starting soon."
I bounced on my feet, excited. "Thank you again!" I quickly made my way to the tomkah that was unloading our tents, my biotics coming to life. I extended out my energy, engulfing most of the bundle. "This way," I called happily to my team, and hauled my load through the air towards the appointed area. I heard some chuckles behind me and the sounds of varies items being grabbed and feet following.
Jacob and I made quick work of the tents. The practice from our last planet side camping trip proving to our advantage here. We'd all be sleeping on the ground this time though; we have more people with us and most of the cots were back at the barracks. Hopefully the nights didn't get to cold here. I looked forward to my personal turian heater.
Wrex spent some time with us while we all worked, and I made introductions as they became available from everyone running around. Tali was practically hanging onto our old friend, every bit as excited to see him as I was. I had the feeling they'd be spending most of the night joined at the hip, catching up. She never complains, but I could tell she was missing the old Normandy crew, so the familiar face should perk her up.
Garrus never left my side again after he fulfilled his hauling duties and got our tent organized. He even exchanged small talk with some curious krogan females while we worked at the cooking fires. They were easily distracted once I presented the jars I had brought. They instantly loved the sauces I had whipped together, and soon most of the following roasts and varies meats where covered in them. I paid close attention to the almost barbaric methods, and when I got brave enough to ask about it, I was laughed off, saying it was only reserved for these kinds of celebrations.
The steady beat of drums instantly drew everyone's attention to the center of the gathering. Wrex stood there with Grunt, a friendly hand clamped on his shoulder as Wrex raised the other into the air. I figured there would be some kind of speech, but he just roared "Urdnot Grunt!" into the air, which was quickly echoed around the grounds. I added my own cry, bursting with pride.
Food was quickly passed around, and I sincerely hoped my people had their fill back at the barracks, because the food we brought quickly disappeared down krogan gullets. They only left our booze alone after Jack took it upon herself to land any approaching krogan on his or hers ass when they got to close. I was amused by how quickly the tiny woman gained respect among the giants. I was also glad she didn't kill anyone.
The event didn't seem to be to much different from any other bonfire party you would find on Earth. Even the beat of the drums and the mournful sounds of the horns, while it got the blood pumping, wasn't out of the norm. I spent most of my time after assisting with the food prep leaning up against Garrus, a drink in hand at all times, feeling the bass vibrate through his carapace. It was sending pleasant shivers down my spine, I could only imagine what it must be doing to him or our plate covered hosts directly.
Grunt really seemed to be enjoying himself. The only krogans we've come across have been mercs we were forced to kill, so he was awkward at first with being social. But a few drinks and brawny jokes later, he looked like he's been here for years. Everyone knew he was tank bred, and outwardly, no one seemed to care. Having taken down a maw must have really opened the door more for him then just passing the Rite. Wrex really had no idea what he was agreeing to when he extended his offer, trusting purely in my judgment for his call, but he gained one hell of an asset as a result. Grunt will do good here.
The gathering must have been going on for a couple hours when the atmosphere changed. The drum's patterns slowed down and the notes seemed longer, the horns drawing out in the same manner. I felt Garrus shiver against my back, his arms coming around my stomach and pulling me back tight against him. I must be missing the full effect of the music without the intoxication. Garrus wasn't drunk, but he was certainly more than tipsy. Then much to my surprise, several of the females started undressing until they were just standing in loose flowing gowns that only went down as far as their knees. They gathered around Grunt, and one by one, fell into step with the music.
It was a stirring sight. They weren't graceful; every move was an open challenge. Grunt growled, his pale eyes flashing, hands grazing over limbs and hips that came in close, until eventually garments were torn away, and still they danced.
Wrex suddenly dropped down beside us, and I nearly jumped, looking at him with wide eyes I couldn't control. To say I wasn't expecting this turn of events would be a massive understatement. He chuckled, and leaned in closer. "I warned some of your people earlier, so don't panic to much by what I'm about to tell you. The Rite of Passage joins a krogan with a clan by blood and pain. The welcoming ceremony through bounty and lust. After Grunt chooses his female, its all fair game. Krogan will attempt to catch the attention of a partner, and even the aliens would not be exempt from being allowed to partake, if they want too. So," he looks at Garrus, a smirk on his wide face. "You may want to take your mate away before some of the krogan that have been eyeballing her decide to make a move."
"Like you?" Garrus asked, a low growl in his duel toned voice.
"Like me," Wrex agreed, the smile never wavering. "Why do you think I'm really here?"
I laughed as Garrus scooped me up and made for the tents. Like he hasn't been waiting for an excuse to do this all day. I noticed Jacob and Kasumi sitting just inside one of the tents as I was carried by, still watching the festivities at a safe distance. Tali was moving around inside the one closest to ours; I could see her shadow against the canvas from an interior light. Much to my surprise he didn't hide us away, but sat us just inside the entrance as well. His body shifted to wrap around mine, and I sighed contently. Even over here, I could still feel the faint bass in his body.
"Why am I not surprised this ended up being some crazy krogan sex party?" Garrus muttered into my hair, and I laughed lightly, finally getting over my own shock.
"It is a bigger part of their culture than most," I reasoned. "I don't think they even have official pairings. It's all about strength matching. Our Grunt is going to be a hot commodity." I laughed again as Garrus snorted his disgust before chuckling, too.
"I'll pay you never to bring up that mental picture for me again," he groaned before pulling me tighter against him. I felt him nudge my braid. "I've never seen you do this to your hair before."
"Pretty sure it was no where near this long since I was a kid, so I haven't been able too."
"I don't really like it," he grunted.
"No?" I asked, surprised.
He stroked its length with a finger. "I can't run my talons through it all wrapped up like this." I laughed, amused.
"Never thought my badass turian sniper would develop a hair fetish," I teased, jerking my head so the end of the braid swung over my shoulder. I pulled off the small band holding the end and started working out the weave. He shrugged, making me laugh again. As soon as I had it worked free and shook out my head so my hair went everywhere, his hands were gently working it back into some order. I sighed, enjoying the attention.
"I miss being able to do things with my hair," Tali said wistfully, and I shifted my position enough to be able to look at where she had peeked out of her tent, laying stomach down on the ground with her head in her hands.
"You have hair?" Garrus asked, pausing a moment in his efforts.
Tali snorts. "A few hundred years and everyone forgets what quarians look like. At least you have an excuse, Laryna."
I looked at my friend's violent tinted helmet, not wandering for the first time what she looked like under there. "What color is your hair, Tali?"
"Black," she answered. She didn't offer any further information, and I bite back the desire to ask. I've always sensed it was something she didn't really like to talk about. Garrus must have decided the same, because his fingers started moving again.
A lot more activity became apparent in the direction of the gathering; Grunt most have made his choice, and the watchers became hunters. Tali giggled and bid us goodnight, hiding into the safety of her tent. I looked up over my shoulder to Garrus, a silly smile on my face. "We're kinda faced with a new challenge tonight," I stated.
"How so?"
I turned around until I was on my knees facing him, resting my hands on his carapace so I could lean forward towards his ear canal. "We have never needed to be quiet before." Realization dawned in his eyes, and he chuckled slightly. I gave one last look towards the slightly more noisy gathering before ducking into the tent.
Blankets were bunched up everywhere; I had grabbed as many as I could in hopes we could make Garrus more comfortable without a bedroll. I really needed to purchase a couple more for him so he didn't need to attempt to drag his single one everywhere. I pulled off the blue sweater so I could unlatch the protective vest I ended up not needing. As soon as I had it free Garrus was caressing my arms, and I let him gently explore while I rolled around a very human idea in my head. He was a little started when he attempted to lay me down and I resisted, his eyes meeting mine in confusion. I give him a grin and instead lead him backwards, leaning back against the blankets.
"Do you trust me?" I asked gently, running my hands up under his shirt to caress the plates over his ribs, avoiding his waist for the moment.
"Always," he answered without hesitation, and I smiled, a little anxious on how he would react, especially with a sound restriction. I slowly started to shift his pants over his hips, and he gave me a little turian smirk as he lifted his lower body so I could get it past his buttocks. I was careful though not to provide any simulation, wanting to make sure he was still safely inside when I started. Garrus kicked off his boots before his legs became to tangled to move, and after a little fumbling getting the material down around his leg spurs, finding the little latches I had never noticed before that kept it snugged, I tossed the pants into the corner. I gently move his legs apart enough so I could settle in between them.
I leaned over his body so I could kiss him gently, stopping his hands as they attempted to pull at my tank top. "Just relax," I whispered against his lips. "I've got this. Trust me."
"You're making me nervous," Garrus admitted, and I chuckled.
"Pretty sure that was allowed within the guidelines originally set," I teased. I kissed him once more, quick but hard, and shifted backwards until I was hovering over his lower body. "And remember, quiet." And I dipped my head down and wetly licked the length of his sheath.
Garrus let out a started gasp as his hips bucked, his hands coming up and grabbing my shoulders. "R..ryna… waa...what...you…"
"Easy, big guy. Relax. Trust me," I said in a low, soothing voice. I wasn't sure how to gauge this reaction. He simply seemed stunned and confused. After a few seconds, his body relaxes again, his talons not digging so much into my flesh, and he takes a shaky breath. I give him an encouraging smile, and dip my head down again. I lick up the long seam, slower than before, and more gently. I could see his thigh muscles tighten and heard his breath catch in his throat, but he doesn't start again. I repeat the action, adding more pressure each time, making sure my tongue stayed moist so I didn't risk any discomfort. I could feel the muscles straining against his growing erection, and it didn't take long before the head emerged. I licked around it for now, feeling its wetness against my cheek, and Garrus' hand along my neck as he brushes the loose hair out of his line of sight.
I pause a moment to look up at him, seeing the equal amounts of lust and fear in his eyes. I rub my palms into his waist now, and the blue vanishes as he tilts his head backwards, suppressing a moan. But I get the results I wanted; about a third of his cock was now free. I gently kiss the pointed tip, and I felt his legs tremor where they rested outside of mine. His entire body jerked when I took it into my mouth and he drew a long breath up through his nose. I was impressed.
Let's see if he could keep it up.
Licking up more of the exposed shaft, I considered the taste of his wetness. It reminded me a lot of the flavor of his skin, but much more heavily concentrated, metallic and spicy. I liked it. A lot. Getting guys off like this in the past never really did much for me personally; I had a bad gag reflex and I always found semen to be a bit sour. Quickies were more rewarding. So I was surprised at myself to find how much I was enjoying giving Garrus his first blow job. Maybe because it was so different. He had no expectations, and he actually tasted pretty damn good. Every lick, every suck, every pump and squeeze had him withering under me. His back was arch as far as it could go in its limited range, his buttocks pressed firmly into my ribs to keep himself from sliding out of position. His breathing patterns were all over the place, and I could ever so faintly hear the thrill of his sub-harmonics give voice to what his main cords weren't allowed too.
I could feel the heat gathering in my own loins, reacting to how much I was enjoying what I was doing to him.
"Ryna…" Garrus rasped after awhile, his rough hands on my shoulders again. "I… I can't…" I responded with a particularly hard suck in counter argument, and his self control rapidly came undone after that. He started bucking his hips, warring with not wanting to hurt me and needing to find his release. I focus my attention on his head with my tongue, pumping his shaft with one hand and rubbing the palm of my other hand into his waist. A few more thrusts and he exploded. I was able to contain and swallow some, but the force of it caught me by surprise and most escaped my mouth in a rush, running down his shaft and my chin. I scooted back onto my heels, watching my lover caught his breath, amazed he hadn't roared.
"Garrus?" I whispered, knowing I was sounding as smug as I felt.
A low growl answered me, one promising payback. He leaned up on his arms, and his eyes fixed in on me, and I froze. Excitement and fear warmed my thoroughly, and I didn't resist when a hand slipped into the waist of my jeans and pulled me closer. Deftly, he undid the button, and a few tugs the zipper was forced downwards. Another pull and I was partly onto of him, his arm sliding behind my back. He never releases my gaze as he flips us over and lowers me into the mass of blankets while his hands move to the top of my jeans. Swiftly he pulls them down along with my underwear, bunching them up at the top of my boots. Then slowly he lifts my bound legs up, spreading my knees so they each rested against a breast, exposing me to him.
Garrus runs a single talon over my folds, testing my wetness. He looks away as he presses himself to my aching opening, sliding in until the head is buried...and stops. He looks up again, his gaze intense. Waiting.
Realization hits me. He wants me to beg.
I bite my lower lip, considering. I'm not sure why he seems to want this one act so bad. He tried to get me to beg last time, too, and I was able to outmaneuver him. Something tells me that won't work twice. His eyes narrowed, and he pinched an ass cheek, nearly making me yip.
"Garrus…" I whispered, my hands grabbing the blankets under me.
His expression softened, and his hands both slowly run up my thighs tenderly. "Say it," he muttered. "It doesn't make you weak. It's completely for me. Trust me."
How does he know me so well? How can I deny him what he so willingly gave to me?
I swallow. "Please, Garrus," I softly moan. "Please fuck me." A shiver went through his entire frame, and he buries himself deep. I clamp my mouth shut mid cry. He sets a quick pace, putting a lot of his weight on my legs to keep the angle he wanted. It felt amazing, and I could quickly feel my climax building. Shit, I was in trouble. Garrus makes me cum hard; it's intense. How the hell was I suppose to keep quiet? His eyes bore into mine again, and I knew that this was the point. Sure, I gave him a mind blowing new experience, and I made him suffer through it mute. He smirk at me when he felt me tightening, knowing I was close.
Oh, fuck.
I bite my hand hard as he pushed me over the edge, and I felt my teeth dig into my flesh as he continued to pound into my sensitive sex, denying his own release to prolong mine. Tears stung my eyes as I held my breath, determined not to make a sound. He finally shutters and spills into me as I am coming down from my high, and I allow some air into my oxygen starved lungs. He pulls free and collapses next to me, purring gently.
"You're evil," I whispered, yanking my pants up.
"You love it," he counters, rearranging the blankets again. Satisfied, Garrus pulls me tight up against him and covers us with the only spare blanket. "That… thing… you did earlier. I look forward to a repeat experience, in a more suitable place." He nuzzles my neck. "And maybe I can return the favor."
I fall asleep imaging the tongue he gently licks my neck with caressing me in more passionate ways.