Chapter 15 (Warning - Basically Pure Smut)

"Fuck," Anya panted as Garrus's mouth nipped at her throat again. He soothed the ache with his tongue, and it made her arch her hips against him. He made an appreciative noise as his hand tugged on the crook of her knee, and she was quick to wrap her legs around his waist.

"So, if I need to persuade you to let me fuck you again, where should I start?" he asked from his vantage point, propped up on one elbow above her. She could feel his subharmonics warm her to her core, and she felt herself clench at the words. He let out a small groan, and she rocked against him.

"Oh, fuck," she panted.

"You said that already," he murmured, pulling back from her throat enough to look at her, amusement in his eyes.

"I will swear how I want when your dick is in me," she said with a mock glare.

"Yes, Commander," he teased, and she groaned.

"No. No 'Commander.' No 'Shepard.' For just a few hours I want to just be 'Anya.' I get tired of...ugh, never mind. I'm being weird." She closed her eyes and took a breath.

"Anya, look at me," Garrus said gently, resting his forehead against hers, and she felt the hand on her knee come up to cradle her jaw. She opened them reluctantly, and her breath caught in her throat at the understanding in his gaze. "I care about you. I don't just care because of your rank, and I don't just care because you're Shepard. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," she said softly, lump starting in her throat. "I know."

"If I'd realized it would upset you, I wouldn't have made the joke. I hope you aren't too upset with me. I never meant to hurt your feelings. I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine, I just...it's stupid past shit."

"Want to talk about it? I don't mind stopping."

"I would mind. I promise we can talk about it later. That shit...it doesn't matter right now. All that matters right now is you," she kissed him once, lightly, "and me."

"Okay. But I'm holding you to it, on talking later," he said, pressing his mouth to hers for a long moment.

When he finally pulled away, she whispered, "Fuck me."

"Spirits, Anya," he muttered, burying his face in her throat again. He nuzzled and nipped until she was panting, and she nearly wept in relief when he finally started moving his hips. He trailed a hand down her side in a gentle caress, ending at her hip.

"Oh, God," she managed, tilting her head to expose more skin. His hand tightened on her, a talon digging in a little. She whimpered at the pain, but didn't tell him to stop, her mind more focused on the friction between them at the peak of every thrust.

"What do you need?" His voice was hot in her ear, and every syllable warmed her to her core.

"You," she whispered, tugging at his fringe, and he let out a sharp breath, thrusting into her faster. She leaned up to kiss and nibble at his neck, and he let out a low noise. When she made it up to his ear, she murmured, "God, I love how you fuck me."

"Damn it," he panted against her throat. "You're making it hard to hold back."

"Then stop holding back, and fuck me like you mean it," Anya replied, and he groaned. He started slamming his length into her. She nearly yelped when he tried to pull his hand from her hip, and she realized he must have managed to dig in too much with his talon. She was quick to slide a hand down to guide it out, and Garrus's pace faltered as he pulled back to look down to figure out what had happened.

"Anya, you're bleeding," he said, sounding alarmed.

"It's fine, you barely scratched me," she soothed, pulling him back down and pressing her mouth to his.

"I left a puncture wound, should we stop?" He still seemed a little anxious, and she shook her head.

"It's not big enough to even warrant medi-gel. It's really not a problem."

"I just-I wasn't trying to hurt you."

"Garrus, it wouldn't matter, even if you were. I like a little pain in the mix. Now stop worrying. Round two isn't over yet, big guy," she murmured playfully, kissing him again, lingering long enough to tease his tongue with hers. After a few moments, he finally started to relax again.

"You're sure you're okay?"

"If I stopped what I was doing every time I got something little like that, I'd never get anything done. Trust me. I told you that I'd say something if I wasn't good."

"Okay," he said hesitantly. He started moving against her again, and she made an approving noise. He seemed emboldened by her encouragement, and began to work his way back up to pounding her relentlessly. Within a few minutes, Anya was clinging to him as he pistoned away.

"I'm getting close," she finally managed, and she wasn't sure if the words were a plea or a warning. Garrus pressed his mouth to hers hard, and she whimpered when he pulled away.

"Good," he said, his voice low and rough again, and Anya's heart slammed even harder in her chest than it had before. She could feel herself on the brink, and she shut her eyes when she finally felt the throbbing pleasure wash over her. Garrus's hips stuttered, and she heard him swear in her ear just before he arched hard against her, rocking his hips while buried to the hilt between her thighs.

They stayed like that for a few long moments after he stilled, and she started trying to slow her breathing. "You alright?"

"'M fine. You finishing keeps doing me in," he admitted with a chuckle. She snorted and he pulled back a little, looking down at her with a small smile.

"I can live with that." He didn't respond out loud, instead just touching his forehead to hers lightly for a few long moments. Anya's breath caught in her throat, and she nearly swore. (Oh, fuck. I don't want to bang my friend. These are feelings feelings. What the fuck am I supposed to do about that?)

"So, you want to tell me why calling you Commander was so upsetting? I mean, I understand why you wouldn't like it, but it seemed a little...strong for just a preference."

"Oh, that? It's really stupid, honestly."

"Just because you think that doesn't mean I'll think that. C'mon, Anya. You know I don't mind listening."

"I...it's...so, I'm pretty sure Kaidan was physically incapable of calling me anything but 'Commander' or 'Shepard' even when we were in bed, and it just...it drove me up the wall. I can count on one hand the number of times he called me by my first name, and even then, it was...it either sounded like a question or like he was trying to sound it out for the first time. I just...I feel like if your dick's currently in me, you should be able to use my name without worrying about being professional, you know?"

"I'm...I'm sorry, you're really telling me that Alenko called you by your rank on a regular basis when you two would...?"

"Yes, and I hated it. We got in legitimate arguments about it."

"How did he defend that?" The turian seemed town between disbelief and amusement.

"By saying that I shouldn't be so uptight about it, and it shouldn't matter what he called me in the heat of the moment."

"And you would say…?"

"My response was pretty bad."

"Well, now you've gotta tell me."

"I told him I'd rather be called a dirty slut right before I came than him call me 'Commander' in the middle of me blowing him."

Garrus tried and failed to stifle a laugh. "You're messing with me. You have to be."

"Nope. Real fight, real retort. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it really happened. He got annoyed with me for being needlessly vulgar, and he just called me 'Shepard' little more often for like two weeks, then it was right back to 'Commander.'"

"Spirits, no wonder you weren't pleased. Should I not call you by either?"

"If our clothes are on, I'm fine with professional. 'Shepard' and 'Commander' me up and down the ship. If you're about to fuck me, or already fucking me, please don't. Kaidan turned that into a weird pet peeve."

"I can do that. Although...I don't know how often I'll be making use of that after tonight."

"What do you mean?" Dread sunk deep in her belly.

"One or both of us might not make it back."

She scowled at that. "Wrong attitude, big guy. Every single one of us are getting out of there. I decided that the Collectors aren't taking shit else from me when they decided to come fuck up my ship."

"You just unilaterally decided that no one else is allowed to die?"

"Yep. Once we leave this bed, you staying alive is a full blown order."

"If I say, "Yes, Commander," how hard are you going to hit me?"

"Like a krogan with a migraine." He laughed again at that, and she grinned.

"I'll stay alive if you do, Anya," he finally said, touching his forehead to hers again, and her smile softened.

"Well, since it's you asking, I guess I'll make something happen."

"Mmm, I'm honored. Any chance I could ask for something else?"

"Maybe."

"How would you feel about a round three? We've still got a little time, and I think I've got one more in me if you're up for it."

"Not in this position. The skin on the inside of my thighs is going to start chafing soon."

"Spirits, I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" he seemed alarmed.

"I'm fine, Garrus. It's not like you've rubbed me raw, the skin's just getting a little sensitive. I will tell you if you're legitimately hurting me."

"Okay. So, what did you have in mind?" He pulled out carefully and she let out a noise. He shifted so he was sitting next to her on the bed, and she slowly propped herself up.

"How do you feel about me on all fours and you behind me?"

"I feel like we're going to have to do this again after the mission."