Chapter 40 (Warning - Basically Pure Smut)

Anya couldn't help grinning as Garrus rolled to his back with a huff. She shifted so that she was able to press a few kisses along his mandible.

"Alright, I'm a fan so far. What exactly are we doing, though? 'Something new' is all you've given me."

"It's a surprise. Do you trust me?" she asked.

"I do, but don't keep me in suspense for too long, alright?"

"You got it, honey. So...you should probably get naked."

"Well, I kind of figured that was going to happen sooner or later," he said with a chuckle.

"Then you should probably get to stripping," she teased, sitting up so that he was free to move.

"Any chance you're going to join me?" he asked, sitting up and starting on the fastenings of his shirt.

"Thinking about it. I might just...enjoy the show."

"Hey, I don't work for free. I don't know what my rates are as a performer, but…it's probably a lot," he warned, feigning seriousness as he shucked his clothes, and she laughed as she started peeling her own off.

"Hey, I'm not scared of shelling out the big bucks."

"As long as you're aware of what you're committing to, here."

"Oh, I'm aware, alright." He snorted at that, tossing his clothes to the side shortly after. She wasn't far behind, and as soon she was bare, she was straddling him.

"Are you sure we've never done this before?" he joked, his talons sliding lazily up and down her thighs, and she grinned.

"We're getting to the new part. I just wanted to kiss you a little, first. I hope that's not a problem?"

"Mmm, no problem at all." He seemed more than willing when she leaned down to press her lips to his mouth, and she made a pleased sound. He responded by letting his tongue dart out, and she couldn't resist letting it tangle with hers.

She kept the kiss going until he palmed her hips, grinding up against her. She matched his motion, and he groaned, the low noise reverberating through her. She finally pulled her mouth from his and shifted to turn her attention to kissing her way down his throat. She nibbled the skin where his shoulder began, and he let out another noise. She teased her way to where his marks were, and she nipped the edge of the newer one. His hips jerked against hers at the sting, and she grinned when she realized how much it seemed to be turning him on.

"I think I need to start playing with your marks as often as you get mine," she teased softly.

"Not gonna stop you," he huffed, and she bit him again. He panted, "Oh, damn it, woman."

"You gonna make it, honey?"

"I don't know." She laughed at that, sitting up and sliding back a little. She glanced to make sure that his length was fully extended.

"Are you ready for the new part?"

"Spirits, yes."

"Close your eyes and try to relax. Just lay back and take a breath."

"I don't know how relaxed I can get right about now," he muttered, closing his eyes anyway, and she moved off of him, to the side. She shifted so that she was laying the opposite direction, her head near his hips.

"I'm about to start," she warned him before taking his cock in her hand.

"Mmm, I've felt your hand on me before. Is the new part going to be you finishing me like this?" he guessed, and she snorted.

"No," she replied simply, slightly angling his shaft and leaning to let her tongue swirl over the tip before taking it in her mouth. She started bobbing her head, her lips gradually sinking lower on him while he panted.

"What the hell are you doing?" he finally ground out, and Anya lifted up.

"I'm surprised you haven't peeked," she murmured. "You can look now. Do you like it?"

"I do. What were you doing? Was that your mouth on me?" he asked, now peering down at her.

"It was. Do you want me to keep going?"

"Spirits, yes. What the hell am I supposed to do with my hands, though?"

"Whatever you want, honey," she answered, her voice full of mirth.

"Is it alright if I touch you back?"

"Always." She slid his cock back in her mouth, finding her rhythm again in no time. One hand crept up her thigh, and she parted them for him. He was quick to move his hand to her center, the tip of one finger grazing her entrance. She tried to stay focused on taking him deeper as he carefully dipped in a fingertip.

She kept moving, getting lost in the taste and feel of him in her mouth as he teased her. She moaned when he suddenly sank his wandering digit deep in her heat, and he stilled for a long moment. She was quick to press on, taking him as deep as she could, until his cock hit the curve at the back of her throat. She hummed, and his hips jerked. She struggled not to cough or gag for a split second, backing off a little before she hummed again. This time he seemed more prepared, his hips barely rocking as he swore under his breath.

"Not gonna last if you keep doing that," he managed, his voice rough, and she responded by doing it once more. He didn't protest, instead gripping the sheets with his free hand as he resumed pumping his finger in and out. They kept going, their arousal building in tandem, and Anya felt a surge of satisfaction when he gasped raggedly, "Spirits, I'm close."

She sank down on him as much as she could again, and he let out a strangled noise as he withdrew his questing digit. His groan made her clench when he came in her mouth, and she hurried to swallow. She felt him relax after a beat, and she lifted up.

"You alright, honey?" she murmured, feeling pleased, and he snorted.

"Pretty sure my heart almost gave out on me," he said ruefully.

"Well, if it's too much for you, we don't have to do it again," she offered, and he immediately shook his head.

"I did not say that."

"Are you sure you're okay with doing that again?"

"You tell me you want to do that again, and we can go right now. Spirits, it's no wonder your people are obsessed with oral."

"We are not obsessed," she laughed, still propped up on one elbow.

"Are you sure about that? You all have at least a dozen euphemisms for it, and half of the insults I received from hostile human suspects seem to be synonymous with 'suck it.'"

"Well, no, but still. Anyway, haven't you ever wanted to try it?"

"Not until you started doing it just now. You are my first alien girlfriend, you know," he teased.

"So you weren't even a little curious?"

"No. If a turian woman had offered to try that with me, I would have thought she was crazy. I mean, look at me, Anya." He flared his mandibles and bared his teeth at her for a beat, reminding her of how sharp they were. She nearly giggled, opting instead for a grin.

"Fair enough. I'm glad you were willing to try that, though. I had fun."

"Mmm. Not as much fun as I would have liked," he said pointedly. "I couldn't focus to save my life."

"It's fine, honey. I'm not upset. It's not like it's the end of the world if I don't finish every time we fool around."

"I'm aware. The night isn't over yet, though. I may have better luck taking care of you now that I can string two thoughts together."

"Well, I won't stop you from trying," she said lightly.

"You should come up here and get comfortable, then. I would love to return the favor." He sat up and started fiddling with his omni-tool.

"I swear to God, if you're emailing the Primarch right now, I am going to scream, and I may never stop," she warned him, complying with his request anyway. "I only just got him off the ship, he is no longer present to screw up our 'us' time."

He snorted. "I'm looking up some basic tips on how to help you finish with a combination of oral and manual stimulation, updating Victus is literally the last thing on my mind right now."

"Good. So, you're...really trying to return the favor, huh?"

"Definitely."

"And the...teeth...aren't going to be a problem?"

"I don't think so," he answered, seeming earnest. "I mean, I definitely shouldn't press my mouth right on you, but...it looks like we should be alright as long as I stick to my tongue and hands. You want to try it?"

"I'm game," she murmured, pushing away a small wave of nerves.

"Alright, so...yeah, I think I can manage this," he said quietly, looking serious as he studied the information on his omni-tool. "Now, if I start doing stuff and it doesn't seem to be helping, just let me know and I can try something else. I won't get my feelings hurt if you tell me you aren't having fun."

"I know, honey."

"Good." With that, he moved down and situated himself so that his head was between her thighs, tugging her legs until they were over his shoulders. She took a deep breath, still feeling apprehensive.

He started nuzzling his way up her thigh, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste her skin. She closed her eyes before he reached her center. The first flick of his tongue was tentative, and she made herself relax. The next stroke was a little firmer, but she had to suppress the urge to squirm.

"Maybe you could try doing it kinda like when you're using your hands on me?" she suggested in a rush, feeling self-conscious. "Going around normally works better than the up and down thing for me."

He made an acknowledging noise, and the combination of his subharmonics with the switch to his tongue gently circling the sensitive nub made her bite her lip. She had to remind herself to breathe after a moment, and she managed to murmur, "Mmm, just a little more pressure than that, honey."

A soft moan escaped her when he obeyed, her back arching of its own accord. One of his hands came up, and she felt him carefully start to press a finger into her wet heat. She let out another noise at the sensation of being stretched as he slowly started to work the thick digit in and out. He kept working on driving her towards breathlessness, his tongue and hand moving in tandem until it was all she could do to pant, "Faster. Don't stop."

Her hips bucked when he sped up, and she made a needy sound when the pressure started to build. He didn't relent, his ministrations pushing her steadily towards her peak. She whimpered when she went over, her hands clutching at the sheets as her sex throbbed.

It took her a long moment to open her eyes after she came down, and she glanced at him as her breathing started to slow. He seemed pleased with himself, his expression bordering on smug, and she laughed in spite of herself. "Not a word."

"But I know so many."

"I'm just saying, I already hear how full of yourself you're going to be for the rest of the night," she teased, and he snorted.

"Hey, I'm allowed to be a little proud of that. I wasn't entirely sure I was going to be any good."

"Oh, you were good, all right."

"To be fair, you did tell me exactly what I needed to do," he responded with a wry chuckle as he crawled upwards until he was holding himself over her.

"The ability to follow directions is not as common as you might think," she retorted drily, her arms threading themselves around his neck.

"I...believe it, actually. You can't follow directions for anything," he deadpanned before he lowered himself enough to nuzzle her throat.

"Psh. I totally can. I just...don't."

"Not a whole lot of difference there, Anya."

"Agree to disagree," she said, tilting her head away a little more.

"See, you say that, but I'd almost bet that I could ask you to do something, and within ten minutes, you'd be doing something entirely different."

"Ten minutes? Easy."

"Yeah?" he asked, pulling back and looking at her with a mischievous grin.

"Definitely."

"What about twenty?"

"I can handle twenty minutes of just about anything," she said, trying to avoid rolling her eyes.

"Prove it."

"How?"

"I think...you should put your hands up, right by your head. If you can keep them there for twenty minutes, you'll have proven your point," he suggested, his voice low.

"And what will you be doing?" she asked, her mouth suddenly dry.

"Not relevant." He seemed predatory now, with something hungry in his gaze as he nudged a knee between hers.

"Completely relevant," she argued, sure of what he intended, but wanting to give him a hard time anyway.

"Our discussion is about whether you can behave, not whether your behavior is influenced by external variables."

"I could argue that my behavior is, in and of itself a variable, though." She bit her lip as she arched up a little, not quite pressing her hips to his.

"So where does that leave us? Debating what constitutes a variable, or…?" His voice trailed off, and she smiled.

"I'm not feeling like talking much more, I think. I'd rather play with you for a bit longer. How's this? I'll try to follow the direction you gave me, if you want to try following one from me?" She pressed a few more light kisses to his mandible as he thought it over.

"Mmm. I can get behind that. What direction are you giving me, though?"

"So…" she leaned up to murmur in his ear, "I want you to put your cock in me, and once it is, I want you to fuck me like you aren't afraid to break me."

The low rumble he let out made her want to squirm. He adjusted so that he could tug her other leg to the side and she took the opportunity to arch so that his tip was almost pressed to her entrance. She bit her lip when he seemed to view it as an invitation to start pressing his way inside, starting out with careful thrusts that slowly drove his length deeper. She started moving with him, her hands gripping the pillow on either side of her.

When he'd finally worked himself to the hilt, he stopped moving as he all but panted, "Tell me if I start getting too rough."

"I think your instructions were pretty clear," she teased breathlessly, and he snorted, leaning down and nuzzling her throat for a beat.

"Just know that even if I seem really focused, I am still listening," he murmured.

"I know, honey," she practically whispered, and he made an acknowledging sound.

"Will you put your hands right above your head, nice and close, for me?"

"I can do that." Her mouth felt dry as she obeyed, and she felt her heart speed up when one big hand came up to gather both wrists so that they were pinned together. His grip tightened and she felt herself clench at the increase in pressure.

"Spirits, Anya. You already like this that much?" he asked playfully, a careful nip at her earlobe making her want to whine.

"You are the biggest tease sometimes," she pretended to grouse, and he chuckled.

"Been learning from the best," he retorted.

"I am not a tease," she protested, and he rolled his hips against hers.

"That's what you think." The words were hot in her ear, and she shuddered at the way his tongue darted out, barely grazing the rim of the sensitive shell. His other hand roamed up and down her body languidly, lingering at her breast until his fingers found her nipple. He pinched and rolled, and she whimpered at the sting, not even realizing that she was rocking her hips against his when he dragged a blunted talon around the edge of the now hard nub.

"Garrus…" He didn't respond, biting her earlobe one more time before he started nuzzling his way down her throat, and she shuddered underneath his large frame.

"Spirits, I love the way you feel," he murmured, still not moving his hips, and she let out a frustrated noise.

"You're driving me crazy," she groaned, trying to move enough to get friction where she wanted, and failing.

"I'm just doing what you asked."

"I asked you to fuck me like you weren't afraid to break me."

"Anya, I don't have to fuck you hard to break you," he pointed out, and she felt more heat rush between her thighs in spite of her frustration.

"You are so…" She made a noise when his attention turned to teasing her mark, though she wasn't sure if it was more arousal or agitation.

"Didn't catch that, sweetie." Amusement laced his voice.

"What will it take for you to stop teasing me?" she asked desperately. He pulled back from her throat enough to make eye contact, and she almost swore at how smug his expression seemed. The hand that had been tormenting her breast slid up to cup her cheek, and he pressed his forehead to hers.

"All you have to do is ask nicely," he murmured, his subharmonics making the ache between her thighs more intense.

"Please," she whispered. "I want you so badly, honey, please."

"That's my girl." The words were accompanied by him finally beginning to move in and out of her, and she nearly wept in relief at the sensual grind that accompanied the peak of each thrust. He released her wrists and shifted so that he could speed up, his pace and the force with which he moved gradually picking up until he was pounding her. Her arms ended up twining around his neck so that she could cling to him, each moment driving her closer to orgasm.

"Don't stop," she begged in his ear, her voice raw with need, and he let out a rumble in response that made her clench. He didn't falter, his rhythm relentlessly pushing her over the edge as she whimpered. The throbbing pleasure made her squeeze her eyes shut, her nails digging into the gaps in the plating near his shoulders.

He kept pumping his length into her sex until her climax ended, and it wasn't long before he was arching hard against her. She bit her lip at the way he groaned as he came.

"Are you alright?" he asked after a few moments, still clearly catching his breath.

"'M okay," she mumbled.

"Are you sure that wasn't too much? I know I teased you a lot, and I was going pretty hard there at the end."

"Fine. Really. That was...fuck," she managed, trying in vain to articulate herself. He pulled out gingerly, and rolled to the side. He was quick to pull her in close, and she felt a wave of contented weariness wash over her.

"Do you need anything, sweetie?"

"No. Just...hold me for a bit?"

"You don't have to ask me twice, " he murmured agreeably, cradling her closer, and she tucked her head under his chin.

"Also, before you say anything, yes, I do realize that I moved my hands at almost my first opportunity," she murmured, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, and he chuckled.

"I wasn't going to mention it, but don't pretend we didn't both know that was going to happen," he teased gently.

"No comment."

He let out a pleased hum and she sighed, a soft smile curving her lips. "Hey, Shep?"

"Yeah, hon?"

"When we make it to the Citadel, maybe we should try to squeeze in a date. Get dinner somewhere nice, then maybe back here for a movie? What do you think?"

"That sounds perfect," she murmured, feeling drowsy.

"Good. You about to doze off?"

"Getting there."

"Okay. Mind if I keep holding you for a while?" he asked.

"God, no. If you want to cuddle until we wake up, I'm on board."

"If I could stop moving in my sleep, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"I suppose I'll just have to settle for only bogarting your attention when you're awake," she joked, suppressing a yawn.

"How you suffer."

"I do it well, too."

"Spirits, you have no idea," he groaned, burying his face in her hair for a moment.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, yes. Isn't there an expression for that? Someone looks good enough to eat?"

"That would be it, yes." She felt her ears heat up.

"I feel like that applies here. Don't get me wrong, you always look beautiful, but you all wound up and needy underneath me like that was...irresistible."

"I'm glad you enjoyed the view."

"I did, but I feel like 'enjoy' isn't a strong enough word," he said, his voice low.

"Well, for what it's worth, even though it was frustrating in the moment, you looked pretty sexy yourself while you were teasing me. I adore it when you look like you're about to eat me up," she managed.

"Mmm, good. You should get some sleep, though. We can talk about me pouncing on you again after you've rested up."

"Sounds like a plan, honey. Sweet dreams."

His arms tightened around her, soft subharmonics reverberating in her chest when he tenderly murmured, "Sweet dreams, Anya."