Chapter 19

"Somehow, I get the impression you have something in mind," she murmured with a playful grin as she tugged his fringe once. He let out a noise not too far from a growl, and she nearly giggled when he walked her backwards, out of the spray, until the wall of the shower was pressing against her back, the cool tile making her shiver.

"I do have a few ideas," he said, his hands wandering down to her ass. He lifted her easily and she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing him to let out a chuckle.

"Well, Mr. Vakarian, are you going to share with the rest of the class?" she asked primly, a sly smile turning the corners of her lips upward.

"Oh, Anya, don't tell me you're into dirty talk?" He sounded positively smug.

"I do if you're doing it. You may be rubbing off on me," she teased.

"I can do that, too."

"Oh, hush. You know what I mean," she said, feigning exasperation as her cheeks heated.

"I do, but I'm honestly more interested in what you want," he murmured in her ear. "I want to know how you want me to fuck you."

He ground his hips against hers once, and she had to suppress a soft moan. She finally managed to say, her voice wavering, "God, I need you inside me."

He buried his face in her throat for a long moment before he asked, "How easy do I need to start out?"

She started massaging and tugging at his fringe again, just before she breathed in his ear, "Don't, just fuck me."

She was surprised when he pulled back. "Wait, what? I thought you said I could hurt you before?"

"I-yes, but it's just that angle. If you're behind me and I'm bent over you...you hit my cervix head on. That's what hurts me."

"So, face to face like this can't hurt you?"

"It's not quite that...there's a bit of...nuance to it."

"What nuance? Am I going to hurt you?"

"It'll probably ache a little bit, but it's fine, I like a little pain now and then. Look, just...trust me? We're getting sidetracked."

"I just don't want to screw this up, Anya. I like you, I don't want to accidentally send you down to the med-bay over this."

She pushed away her discontent, then took a breath and rested her forehead against his. "I'm going to be fine. It's sweet of you to worry about me."

"Yeah, Garrus Vakarian, deadly sniper, brilliant tactician, and sweet guy. Just throw it on my tombstone."

"Stop it. I would never let them put anything short of 'second best sniper in the galaxy' on that bad boy." He laughed at that, and she smiled at him.

"We're going to have it out over that one day."

"Promises, promises." She pressed her mouth to his, and he let out a noise. She deepened their kiss for a few moments, relieved when his tongue moved against hers. She rolled her hips against him, eliciting a groan. She drew back and whispered, "Please, Garrus? I want you so goddamn much."

He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, and she heard him mutter, "Help guide me in?"

She felt him lift her a little higher, and she was quick to arch her hips so that his tip was pressed against her entrance. "Right there."

He lowered her onto the tip of his cock, moving his hips in steady motions as she felt herself sink lower with each pump, and he exhaled when he finally worked his length inside her fully. Anya felt herself rocking against him, and she bit her lip hard at the sensation of being stretched. The night before had left her somewhat tender, and the way he filled her only made her more sensitive to the ache that accompanied his leisurely thrusts. He managed to ask, "Are we good?"

"Yes." He started rolling his hips against hers slowly, and she barely managed to suppress a needy whimper. She tugged at his fringe again, trying to spur him on, but he responded by shifting his grip so that he was only using one arm to support her and using his now free hand to capture one of her wrists. She felt her breath catch at the way he suddenly had her arm in his grasp, and him continuing on to pin her wrist certainly didn't lessen her reaction. He practically growled, "If you don't start behaving, I'll take the other one, too."

Her belly twisted at his tone, and she murmured, "Where did that come from?"

"Too much?"

"No, I'm...I'm definitely on board. Just took me by surprise, I think." She kissed him once. "It was pretty sexy."

That made him chuckle, and he nibbled carefully at her throat. She tilted her head away to give him better access, and she shivered when his tongue darted out for a beat. All the while, his hips kept moving, thrusting steadily while he teased her with his mouth. One particularly sharp nip pulled a needy whimper from her, and she felt his grip on her tighten as he sped up.

"Spirits, Anya," he said softly, and she clenched at the low rumble that accompanied his words.

"Please, I'm so close, please, Garrus…" she begged quietly, and she nearly cried out when he started fucking her in earnest, grinding at the peak of each thrust while the heat built in her belly. She clung to him when she finally went over, her trapped hand grasping at air as her sex throbbed. Once her orgasm began to ebb, she practically whispered, "Oh, God, I want you to cum for me."

A few scant moments later, the turian groaned into her shoulder, and Anya's breath caught at the way he went rigid against her, his cock impaling her fully. His hand tightened on her wrist for a few long seconds, and she bit her lip against the pressure.

He finally relaxed, panting into the hollow of her throat, and released her hand as he took a half-step back from the wall. Her arms encircled him of their own accord, and he carefully lifted her until his length was free of her sex. She stood carefully, trying not to throw either of them off balance. His hold on her loosened further once she was safely on the ground, but he didn't let go entirely, and she stayed pressed mostly against him. He leaned down enough to gently touch his forehead to hers, and she smiled as her eyes closed.

"See? Didn't even think about the water once, did you?" he asked after a few beats of silence.

"I did not," she agreed with a small laugh.

"Good." He squeezed her once, careful of his talons, and she let out a contented noise.

"I'm glad we did this," she said softly, a smile still tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Me, too. This is good. Us, I mean. We're good together, right?"

"We are." She closed her eyes as she pressed her mouth to his once.

"And you're still sure you don't want something closer to home?" Anya pulled back at that a little, irritation sparking.

"I'm sure. Christ, Garrus, do I have to let you bondmark me before you take me seriously about this? I care about you, I feel safe with you, and I'm attracted to you. Did you know I genuinely can't say all three of those things about any human man I know? Why are you so worried about this?"

"Honestly? I'm worried that the lack of imminent doom may have altered your perspective on...us."

"Do you have any doubts about being with me now that we're probably not going to die in the next twelve hours?"

"No."

"Then why should I?"

"I...I don't know," he admitted quietly.

"Then stop it. Let yourself be happy. Don't you think we've earned it, at least a little bit?"

"You're right," he agreed after a beat, resting his forehead against hers. He tugged her back in close, and she felt a surge of satisfaction at the way his arms felt around her. After a few moments, he murmured, "I'm sorry, Anya. I don't mean to be so...I'm going to work on it, okay?"

"I'm not mad, and you don't need to apologize. Us, we're good, alright?"

"Good." They stayed that way for a long moment, just holding each other, before he said, "After this, we should get some food."

"Mmm, I can get behind that," she said agreeably. "If I can talk you into stripping the old sheets off the bed, I can run and grab you some clean clothes a few minutes sooner. I know I wouldn't want to put the old ones on right now."

"I can agree with that. Honestly, if you just grab my bag, I can pick out some clothes and just run it back to the battery later."

"That's fine. No rush on running it back though. If you're going to be here a lot there's no reason for you not to keep a few things here, if you want."

"Are you offering me a drawer?" he teased gently, and she pulled back again, eyebrow raised.

"Maybe. Are you interested in a drawer?" she fired back.

"I could be persuaded."