Chapter 28

"I swear, I really only came up here to talk and make sure you were okay. I really wasn't expecting…" His voice trailed off as she leaned in, pressing her mouth to his throat. She nibbled and kissed the skin gently, and he shuddered. She let out a yelp when he suddenly wrapped an arm around her and shifted them both so that she was laying on her back, with him on top of her. Her legs were to one side, but he had a hand on one of her thighs.

"I missed having you inside me," she whispered, pulling him down for another hungry kiss, and she nearly moaned at the way his hand tightened. She wanted to protest when he pulled back, but her dismay was immediately replaced by amusement when he used the distance to make it easier to unfasten her pants. He sat back on his heels as he tugged the offending garment off, soon followed by her panties, and he was quick to unfasten his own pants. He shoved them down haphazardly and tugged her knees apart, settling between her thighs eagerly as he kept himself propped above her on one elbow.

"You sure about this, Anya?" he asked as one hand slid dangerously close to her center.

"I am. Please, Garrus. I want you." The soft words were filled with need, and he was quick to touch her, his finger carefully running up and down her slit. She tensed, muttering, "Ah, Garrus, honey, your talons…?"

"I filed them all down. I figured if there was even a slim chance of getting to touch you, it would be nice not to have to worry. Besides, it's been so long since I got into a fight where I needed them, keeping most of them sharp seemed unnecessary."

"Oh, you didn't have to do that for me," she murmured, touched by the gesture.

"I know. It's what I wanted to do." He pressed his mouth to hers briefly as his finger sank into her, and she moaned. "Spirits, I missed that sound."

He touched his forehead to hers gently as he worked the digit in and out, carefully probing her wet heat until she was practically panting. She nearly wept when he finally withdrew, shifting so that his tip was against her entrance. She urged, "Hurry, Garrus."

"Calm yourself, Anya. Remember, we have all night," he murmured as he started to press forward slowly. "I want this to last."

"I don't know if I can handle waiting much longer," she admitted as he slid deeper. "It's been forever since I...finished."

"What? You telling me that you haven't cum since I saw you last?"

"Pretty much. I was literally being watched every hour of the day that I wasn't using the bathroom in some context. Evidently, I don't get off from having an audience." He stopped moving entirely, looking puzzled.

"But you haven't been watched since you've been back on the Normandy. You still haven't…?"

"No, have you?" she asked, exasperated.

"Well, no, but you've been on the ship longer than I have."

"The Alliance confiscated and ruined my only toy for...me time, and I haven't had a chance to get another. Can we talk about this later, please? I would much rather actually cum with your dick inside me right now than debate the feasibility of orgasms I didn't feel like chasing prior to now."

"Fair enough. I didn't mean to get distracted. I suppose I could always...help you make up for lost time." He started moving his hips again, steadily thrusting himself deeper. She let out an appreciative noise, pulling him down to touch her forehead to his again as her hands started idly wandering up and down his back.

"That's much better," Anya murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. He kept rolling his hips against hers once he was hilted between her thighs, each thrust causing enough friction to leave her panting in no time.

"Spirits, Anya," he murmured, his voice low in her ear, and she felt herself clench around him. He groaned and started pumping a little faster.

"Don't stop," she practically whimpered, burying her face in his throat.

"Never," he growled, driving his cock into her harder. She could feel pressure building in her lower belly, and she bit her lip as it grew. She found herself clinging to him just before she came, uttering his name like a prayer, and he swore softly, his breath hot. He slammed his length home a few times before he stiffened, his cock deep inside her, and she felt her neck heat even more at the way he groaned as he finished.

After a few long moments, she muttered, "I may have been wrong before. I think this might be more in line with the actual protocol on reunions."

He laughed at that, and she grinned, pleased with herself. "It's probably good that I didn't know that sooner. I'd have tried to take you on Menae before we even started looking for the Primarch."

He shifted to press his forehead to hers, and she felt her breath catch. "I wouldn't have stopped you."

"Don't tell me that. You'll have me flirting in a warzone," he teased, and she kissed him once.

"I can live with that. You want to move this party to the bed?"

"I can be persuaded to stretch out more," he said agreeably, extricating himself with a huff. He managed to stand, and he offered a hand, which she took. He pulled her up, and she was quick to start unbuttoning her shirt. She glanced up to see him watching her as she worked.

"Enjoying the show?" she queried, her face hot as her shirt slid from her shoulders, and he stepped in close to press his mouth to hers.

"Well, yes, but I…" His voice tapered off as he glanced down, his eyes landing on the scar he'd left on her shoulder. After a beat, he murmured, "You still have my mark?"

"Was...was I not supposed to keep it?" she asked haltingly. "I wasn't...I hope that's not too much of a problem, I just...liked having the reminder of you."

"No!" he blurted hastily, rushing to take off his own shirt. "It's not a problem at all. Look, I still have yours!"

He was eager to show her his own skin, and she smiled at him as she reached, brushing the edge of the old wound with gentle fingertips. "It's faded a bit. I think you got me better than I got you."

"Yours still looks beautiful," he responded earnestly, and she quirked an eyebrow at that.

"Thank you?"

"Sorry, I just mean...yours still looks very...spirits, how do I explain this?"

"Humans have hyperactive scar tissue to begin with, which makes for pretty rad looking marks? Am I in the right ballpark?"

"That would-yeah. That seems pretty spot on, actually. How do you almost always understand what I mean?" he asked ruefully, and she snorted.

"I just...know you. You do the same thing with me."

"It's so nice to be appreciated," he joked, and she laughed as she finished stripping.

"Well, get ready big guy, because I plan on showing you how much I appreciate you for the next few hours."

"Mmm, tell me more."