Broken Boundaries

Garrus leaned against the console, his taloned hands gripped it tightly as he struggled to control his emotions. When her arms went around his neck, he had taken a deep breath, instantly recognizing her scent. Eezo, gun oil, and the faint scent of vanilla. It was her scent from all those years ago and buried under that was her own personal pheromones that still caused his head to spin.

"Gunnery Chief Vakarian" a blue orb popped up next to his console.

"Huh what?" He turned his eyes on it.

"Commander Shepard is preparing to disembark the Normandy. We are still docked at Omega" The synthesised voice said calmly, "XO Lawson has ordered me to give you updates on when Commander Shepard leaves the ship. I also suggest, you remove your hands from the console before you break it." EDI's voice continued with a teasing note. "Flight Lieutenant Moreau has requested your presence in the cockpit-"

"God damn it EDI my name is 'Joker' say it with me now 'Joker'" Joker's voice interrupting EDI.

Garrus laughed softly to himself at Joker's antics of irritated by the AI.

"Be there in a sec" he drawled out as he took one more look at his new quarters. Noting his rifle was on the turian style cot. He gave another shake of his head as he made his way up to CIC.

"Gunnery Chief Vakarian?" A small female with red hair walked up to him with a sickly sweet smile, "I'm Yeoman Chambers, I'm Commander Shepard's assistant. I'm just seeing if you're settling in okay."

"I'm settling in just fine." He drawled as he made an attempt to step around her.

"I'm glad."

"Why did Emi- Commander Shepard leave the ship?"

"She is recruiting a Dr. Mordin Solus in the quarantine zone. And our latest recruit Zaeed Massani just boarded and is now in the Mess Hall" Kelly answered, her hand sliding up his arm.

"I see..." Garrus responded, his icy blue eyes narrowing in anger.

Kelly took a step back as she sensed the anger radiating from the turian's body.

"Where is Commander Shepard's quarters?"
Kelly blinked, and took another step back, with her arm she gestured towards the elevator. "Take the elevator to the loft."Kelly paused for a moment, "She won't be back for a few hours."

He nods to her and walks into the elevator, pushing the button to the loft. He was prepared to hack his way into her room but was slightly surprised when the door opened at his touch. Revealing the blue lit interior. He looked around, spotting the empty fish tank along one wall and the display for model ships that held a few that she must have picked up at Omega. His eyes dropped to the picture frame by her terminal and felt his blood run cold as he saw Kaidan's face smiling up at him.

He growled quietly and went down the short flight of steps, noting a wrap around couch to one side and her bed on the other. He walked to her bed, and sat down. Adjusting his legs so his spurs didn't get caught. waiting.

Emily smiled as she talked to the salarian doctor. He talked a mile a minute and she had a hard time keeping up but she enjoyed his enthusiasm. He seemed pretty happy when she had came back after distributing the cure and didn't seem all that worried about working with or for Cerberus.

She had waved Jacob and Miranda on ahead to board the Normandy as she slowly made her way back to 'Archangel's' base. She made her way slowly through the rooms, touching the pitted scars on the walls from bullets. She picked up the box that was stashed in one of the rooms that contained the omni-tools of Garrus' old crew, she picked up his duffel bag that contained his few remaining personal belongings. She lets out a soft sigh as she made her way out the building.

"So he's 'dead' now?" Grizz asked as Emily walked back to the transport car provided by Aria.
"For now yes" she says softly as she hefts the box and bag.

"It's probably a good idea to get him out of Omega and keep him out of Aria's way. Her favors can only go so far." He drawled as his mandibles twitch slightly. "I find it strange that a human would care so much about a turian." He docks the space car right in front of the docking bay and turns to look at her, "He's lucky."

"Gunnery Chief Vakarian." EDI's voice broke into his thoughts.

"Yes EDI?"

"Commander Shepard has boarded the Normandy and we are enroute to the next destination" EDI alerted him.

Garrus rubbed his eyes and looked around before standing up and quickly tugging her sheets back in place. He settled against the wall that divided her room in two and stared at the fish tank. He wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here.

Emily let out a groan as she climbed into the elevator to head to the loft. She began unclamping her armor and letting them fall to the floor. She peeled the under armor off, and slung it over her arm before picking her armor up. She walked into her loft and deposited her armor in the cleaner bin not noticing the turian in her room.

His arm shot out and with a twist he had her pinned against the wall, his face pressed into her neck. Her scent, from this close was driving him insane.

"You are not allowed to leave this ship without me" he growled into her neck as he fought the instinct to bite and mark her.

She let out a soft gasp, her breath a warm puff of air against his neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his.

"Garrus..." She whispered his name quietly, her body shivered as heat pooled between her legs.

He took a deep breath and scented her arousal. The hearty pheromones of her body sent him over the edge. With a quick jerk, he ripped the band that contained her breast and buried his face in between them, his tongue snaking around her nipple as she let out a low strangled groan. His hand slid lower and he tugged the waistband of her shorts down past her knees. He shoved a knee between her legs and shuddered as his finger gently teased the opening.

"Garrus...!" She gasped out, eyes closed tightly as her hands roved over his cowl, shoulders and chest, unclamping his armor hurriedly.

He pulled his finger away from her and quickly removed his lower armor, his plates had fully shifted revealing his erection. He leaned his body forward, pinning her hard against the wall, and lifted her legs up and slung them around his hip before he arched his hips up and slammed into her with force.

He growled low in his throat, causing his chest to vibrate slightly as he nuzzled her neck to the side, exposing the slender curve of her throat and shoulder. He dipped his head down and trailed his tongue across her collarbone before gently nipping it with his teeth. His hips moving slow and steady, her inner walls slick and tight around his member. His talons digging into her hips as he drove into her repeatedly.

She squeezed her legs tighter around his narrow hips and bit and nibbled the tough leather of his neck, her moans music to his ears. Driving faster and harder into her. Her fingers digging into the space between his back plates goading him on as he flickered his tongue against her neck and bit down hard.

Her body bowed into his as his teeth tore into her shoulder, pushing her over the edge as she came hard against him while her teeth clamped onto his neck to prevent the scream lodged in her throat. The feeling of her blunt little teeth digging into his neck excited him as he came deep inside.

He slipped out of her, their combined juices trickling down her leg as blood beaded on her neck around his bite mark.

'Mine...' he thought with a satisfied smirk

Her hands slowly reached up and touched his face, baring his attention. He drew back in shock, reality finally kicking in. He took note of the blood on her neck, and the red scratches along her body and the overwhelming scent of their sex flowed into his brain. He took a step back, shock and horror at what he had done flashed across her eyes.

"Garrus...it's okay..." she said softly, a small smile on her lips as she tugged his head down towards hers and pressed her forehead against his. He broke again, pulling her to his chest as he carried her to bed studying her body.

"You know, the shower would have been a better idea" she teased as she struggled to get up eliciting a growl from Garrus as she slipped out of his arms.

"You can join me too you know" she continued as she sashayed up the stairs, her hips swinging gently which caused her ass wiggle, "but you might want to remove the rest of your armor."

He stood up quickly and stripped off the rest of her armor before joining her in the shower.

Garrus rumbled in his sleep, pulling Emily closer to his chest, his nose buried in her hair as he breathed her in. Emily's hands traveled up and down his chest, her finger hooked the chain around his neck. She leaned in closer and took a look at the dogtag at the end of the chain. A shiver of shock stiffened her up as she saw her name on the tag.

"Is this my dogtags?" She asked quietly, her thumb traveling along the raised surface of her name.

"Mhmm..." Garrus answered sleepily, he nuzzled her neck and pulled her head to his chest, tucking it under his chin.

She pushed against his chest and leaned to look down at his face.

"Garrrruss" She hissed softly and scraped her nails down the space between his chest plate.

He blinked up at her, amusement flashed across his eyes as he felt his lower plates shift at her actions. And a laugh rumbled out of his chest as her eyes widened at his body's reaction.

"Clara gave me this one, and she kept the other one" he rumbled, his hand reaching up to tug her head down to his. She mumbled something against his lips as his tongue snaked out and captured hers in a deep kiss.

She leaned against the couch, her shotgun on her lap and the cloth with gun oil gently stroking it while she hummed tunelessly. Garrus sat across from her, his sniper rifle in pieces across the small table in her room subtly watching her from the corner of his eye.

"Here" she said nudging a closed box towards him with her foot. Her eyes looking everywhere but him. Her bottom lip went between her teeth in her usual nervous gesture.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the box.
"What is it?"

"Open it" she said, placing the shotgun on the table and getting up to go into the bathroom.

He gripped the box tightly, placing the lid on the couch next to him. His bright blue eyes burned as he took in the contents of the box.

'She went back for them...for me...' his eyes roved her room and noticed a black duffel bag tucked by the couch. He reached for it and gave a soft laugh as he found the rest of his things.

The bathroom door opened and Emily poked her head out her long hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Emily...I..." He stuttered out as his eyes took in the mark on her neck.

His mark.

She smiled, her dark eyes flashed with an unknown emotion that he couldn't read.

"It's fine" she said softly as she sat back down.

With a flash of movement he had pulled her into his lap, his face buried in her hair as his arms tightened around him.